Entry 44: Beaned
Is it really that hard to get someone to notice you? Especially someone who's always wanting to do the right thing and be there for others in their time of need?
Apparently so.
I see my beloved opening doors for others, holding his umbrella for them, and any nice gesture he feels he could possible perform for anyone…
Anyone that is, except me.
As I stood outside talking to myself about how another school day had gone by and Arnold had barely noticed I existed, I missed the upcoming encounter he ironically had made with a fly ball in my direction.
After the bonk on the head, I woke to my beloved and finally his concern for ME according to Miriam.
Only problem was, I had no memory of the situation. According to the surpisingly sober woman, my beloved had been nice enough to walk me home, make me a snack, help with my homework, and tuck me in. Oh, if only I had been awake to enjoy it. It sounded so wonder.
Maybe a bit too wonderful…
After hearing of his concern for me, I thought, what could be the harm in prolonging my condition? Hey, it's not like he didn't deserve it for hitting me to begin with?
As I rushed outside, his guilt obviously hadn't left him. There he was ready and waiting for me.
Hey Helga, how are you feeling this morning?
I'm feeling…
Confused?
Yes, I'm confused. What did you say your name was again?
Arnold, and the reason you're confused is I hit you on the head with a baseball, and I'm really sorry. I came to walk you to school. That is, if you're up to is?
If I'm up to it? That was like asking Princess if she was up for buying a new sweater. My beloved shared his umbrella all the way to school, and linked arms with me. I didn't care if I was faking, the moment was just too perfect.
He grew sweeter and sweeter as the day went on. The only annoying part was my inability to remember to act as though I really had lost my memory.
Anywhere from remembering to act as though I didn't know to walk in the street to acting as though I couldn't use a spoon. The only easy thing seemed to be coming up with new ways to make fun of his name.
What ever is this device Ambros?
I'm Arnold Helga, and this is a drinking fountain. Wait here while I go to my locker.
I was just too happy to notice his lack of enthusiasm for helping me grow weaker and weaker until I overheard him and tall hair boy…
Only three more hours 'til the Altimers game buddy.
I can't go Gerald. I have to take care of Helga.
Arnold, how much time are you going to spend with that girl?
What am I supposed to do Gerald? I'm responsible.
I feel for you man, I really do.
The only thing more heartbreaking than not having him, was seeing how miserable forcing him to be with me made him.
The moment he came to get me, I pretended to slip and hit my head against the drinking fountain. Luckily, I didn't give myself actual amnesia again.
Arnold's concern then grew as I once again heard him asking if I was alright. That was my moment to set him free of his burden with me.
I'm fine Arnold, now give me a little breathing room would you?
Did you just call me Arnold?
That's right football head now help me up!
After the unneeded information that I had had amnesia, I assured him the last thing I needed was for him to walk me home.
It was heartwarming to hear him tell me he wanted to make sure I was okay. That was almost enough to make up for everything.
Thanks to the guest who answered my previous question about them. Don't ask how old I am lmao.
