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Hey Guys! sorry for taking so long to update, I've just got done with a big move to a new state and I finally got internet to start writing again. Thank you everyone for their kind words and helping me think about the story line. I had a lot of trouble with this segment on Helga but I'm glad I finally got it done! I will be updating more frequently now that I'm settled , I'm gonna try for once a week but forgive me If I don't because I'm still in the process of moving in. Thank you and enjoy :)

Helga crept through the house careful to just step on her tip toes, silence was all she heard, deafening silence. She slid her hand along the wall of the hallway as a backup plan in case she couldn't keep her balance on the balls of her feet. She peeked into the kitchen and was happy at the sight of an empty room. She stopped for a moment to stare at the light shining softly onto the wooden breakfast table by the window happy that on Sunday mornings she could sit and write in this little slice of heaven. Her eye caught the sight of a pink note on the fridge, being curious she walked over and realized the note was for her. It read;

Dear Helga,

Good morning baby sister! By the time you read this I will have gone to work, there was an emergency down at the agency and they needed me right away. However I will be home in time for dinner and feel free to eat whatever you want and to try and make it feel like home here. I hope you slept well in the new house, I know right now you're going through a lot and I want you to know that I am here to support you 100%. I know someday when you want to talk about it you will talk about "the bad dreams". Remember I love you Helga! Call me if you need anything!

XOXO

Olga

P.S. Dr. Renolds says you can call him if there's ever a time you need to talk

Helga could almost hear the sappy sweetness of Olga's voice. She sighed she didn't want to revisit "The Bad Dreams" not anytime soon anyway and especially with Olga at least not now in this experimental stage of the sisterhood/Guardian phase of her life. Last night was the first night Helga had gotten a good night's rest mainly because she had moved in with Olga and was away from what gave her "The Bad Dreams". Then a sudden rumble from her stomach reminded her of why she bothered to get out of bed.

After eating from the foods Olga stocked up on in her fridge Helga thought that some exercise would be a great way to start the Sunday. "Exercise would be a great stress reliever and a way for you to channel your anger in a healthy way." The words of Dr. Renolds echoed through her mind. With a sigh she made her way to her room and dug through her luggage to find her running shoes and clothes she wouldn't mind getting sweaty in. While rummaging she found her ipod, with silent joy she put the device next to her. Finally settling the she would wear a pink tank top with big blocked letters that read "Knock Out" across the chest with a random splotchy inked butterfly flying on the hem of the top and black yoga pants. Laughing at herself she thought "A girl's wardrobe isn't complete without a pair of yoga pants" Helga really didn't care that it was a cliché the pants were comfy.

Helga pulled her hair into a pony tail, slipped on her running shoes, grabbed her keys, cranked up the tunes and was out the door. She sighed and took in the wonderful scene of the old neighborhood, "Where would be a good place to run?" Helga contemplated trying to remember the places she wanted to visit after being gone Seven years. "wow seven years?" she thought to herself, a flash back of her hitting a home run against some of the boys back in grade school played in her mind, she remembered the joy and happiness she experienced when the boys whined about the possibility of her cheating Then it hit her like a ton of bricks "I know just the place" She smiled and started jogging.

The two boys began their journey to the old baseball field and walked side by side down the sidewalk. Arnold was feeling lighter than usual, he felt free. He smiled to himself as he tried to balance the baseball bat on his shoulder.

"So," Gerald began, eyeing Arnold with a grin

"So, what?" Arnold questioned raising an eyebrow at Gerald

"Soooo, you have been given two weeks to be as miserable and hurt puppy dog like as you want, what is your plan?" Gerald asked

Arnold knew by the one in Gerald's voice that this conversation was taking a turn that Arnold wasn't expecting " I don't really know, eat ice cream, watch romantic comedies to try to give me hope that love still exists , probably egg Lyla's car like in that one scene from that movie she really likes. What's was that movie called?" Arnold paused to think "uh, a fault in our stars, there we go that what it was called"

"Are you serious?" Gerald almost laughed in disbelief "man you have to put yourself back out there!"

"I'm not ready for that yet" Arnold sighed

"Oh come on Arnold! You need to get yourself a rebound girl!" Gerald shouted

"I can't just use a girl like that, I'm not that type of person." Arnold glanced down at his feet

"Damn Arnold give me a little more credit than that! I don't mean use her like a box of tissue, I mean for you to go on dates, to have fun, and let's not mention the easiest way to get back at Lyla." Gerald grabbed Arnold by his Shoulder and pulled him in close causing Arnold to stumble. "Showing her that she lost someone special because she was the one that did the wrong doing not the other way around. Don't beat yourself up over something she did"

"Gerald, Arnold!" a voice from down the side walk stole the boys attention and both of them immediately looked up in the direction it was coming from.

"Stinky!" Arnold Shouted waving his hand for the tall boy to join them he felt his stomach flop. He had almost not recognized him, Stinky was still tall as ever but instead of being lanky he filled out with lean muscle. He wore a Letterman jacket from P.S. 119 and a pair of ripped at the knee jeans. After stinky ran up to the boys he gave them his all American smile that could turn any girl into a country girl fanatic.

"Hey guys, I knew I catch you guys on the way to the field" Stinky turn to Arnold "man what's this I hear about you breaking up with Lyla sawyer?"

Before Arnold could get one word out Gerald had spoken "I got one word for you Stinky"

"And what word would that be?" Stinky questioned

"Cheater" Arnold spat out

"No way!" Stinky slapped his knee "Ms. I could do no wrong? Cheated on YOU?! Are you sure you weren't seein things Arnold? Maybe a evil twin?" Stinky laughed

"I wish that were the case" Arnold sighed

Stinky stopped laughing after Arnold's response "sorry bud, but I'm glad to hear your back from the dark side. Not to be rude or nothing but Lyla really did a number on you with the whole not letting you hang out and stuff."

"Yeah me too Stinky" Arnold fake smiled trying to reassure his friend that it didn't mean anything. However Gerald saw right through the façade and ushered the boys in the direction of the baseball field

"As touching as this reunion was," Gerald's tone thick with sarcasm "We had better get our butts to that field before the rest of the guys leave."

Arnold was glad to have people who genuinely care about him no matter how awkward the rest of today was going to be. Nothing was going to compare to the rumors that were sure to fly Monday morning, who knows what Lyla's friends where going to say about this whole fiasco. Arnold gulp hard and tried to shake off the feeling of anxiety that was already creeping into his stomach.