A/N: So, I recently re-watched the Hey Arnold! Movie, and there was something I noticed at the end, that was weird to me, that I never really thought about before. So we all know how Helga ends up catching up to the boys at the end, she grapples down the building with Arnold, and Gerald is like, "What is Helga doing here?" and Arnold says there is 'no time to explain', basically. But THEN, when Helga and Arnold finally do have their little "Heart to Heart" and they talk out loud, right AFTER that, Gerald comes out from behind one of the bulldozers, and I'm like, what are the chances that Gerald actually HEARD their conversation? What would that even look like? Well, Lovelies, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold, or anything affiliated with the movie and Nickelodeon.

"Buses. Building, and Confessions"

The dust began to clear, as the crowd dispersed. Scheck was finally taken away, and the neighborhood was finally safe. He was making his way over the wall of the fallen bulldozer, when he heard quiet voices.

Familiar Voices.

"Pretty crazy day." He heard Arnold say.

"Yeah, we uh, whoo! We said a lot of nutty things back there."

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Did his ears deceive him?

Or did that sound like-

"Yeah," Arnold mumbled.

"Y-Yeah," The girl in question stuttered. "Well, um, about all that stuff I said, Arnold, I… uh, I mean, it was crazy back there and-"

"Yeah, with all the excitement, we just… we just… kinda-"

"Got carried away?" The girl timidly suggested.

This conversation was racking his brain and blowing his absolute mind. It sounded like her. And yet… it didn't at the same time…

The dark skinned boy wanted nothing more than to take a peek, but he opted not to for the sake of getting caught. Just in case it really was who he was thinking of, he didn't need that headache that early in the morning.

"You didn't really mean that… did you? You don't really… love me, right?"

His eyes widened at his friend's confession.

Did he just hear… wait, what?!

"R-Right." The girl squeaked in agreement.

"You were just caught up in the heat of the moment… right?"

"Right!" The voice said with a little more familiar confidence.

His mind was buzzing with questions, between the conversation, and her sounding concerned, heck, even earlier, he still had no idea how she suddenly appeared with Arnold grappling down the building of FTi. Was she the mysterious voice that interrupted his question on the walkie-talkie? He shook his head, as his brain led to another thought… or was he the one who was interrupting them?

The boy gulped, nervous as ever as to what would happen. But even still, voice aside, there was no way, cause, c'mon. This couldn't be real, right?

"You actually hate me, don't you?" Arnold's voice sounded a little slier than before, almost as if he was the one doing the convincing. No argument there, he thought, this had to be some crazy prank.

But before the tall-haired preteen could have any other doubts of the mysterious voice, her tone came to a full circle, in a growl he knew all too well.

"Of course I hate you, you stupid Footballhead!"

He silently gasped. No. Way.

"And don't you ever forget it! Ever!"

That was the nail in coffin of theories, of it not possibly being-

"Okay," Arnold snickered, as he heard the also familiar stomps of a very ticked Helga G. Pataki. He braved a look over the bulldozer, as he watched the blonde nightmare run around the block. Figuring his coast was clear, he hopped over the fallen bulldozer carefully, and approached Arnold.

"Well," he said slowly, "I guess we did it, Arnold." Gerald offered him a smile, not indicating he had heard anything else, he may not have meant to hear… but boy, did he. "We saved the neighborhood." He offered him his thumb, for their secret handshake.

Arnold, none the wiser, said brightly, "Yep! Guess everything is back to normal."

Huh… normal. Now there was a concept. How could anything possibly be normal between Helga Pataki and Arnold? But, he mused, if he gave her a way out, from what he had heard, because… it was true or something. And Helga really was crazy about Arnold… maybe… just maybe… they could have a little time of 'normal' left before he had time to really think it over. His best friend might have been a little dense at times. But he definitely wasn't completely clueless. Besides, who was he to be the one to bring it up? Especially if he wasn't supposed to know.

Arnold would explain when he was ready.

Despite the fact that he had really hoped Arnold hadn't much to explain on his end… he internally sighed, and mused… it could be worse.

With a sly smile, he said, "Whaddaya say we go shoot some hoops?" He walked past Arnold in the direction of the court.

"Gerald," Arnold reasoned, "Our ball is flat, remember?"

The boy smiled. "N-No, no, no, just a little low on air." Reminiscing the positive outlook Arnold gave him just a few days prior.

"Wait a minute," Arnold stopped them with a raised eyebrow. "Now you're looking on the bright side?" Gerald chuckled, "Hey, somebody has to do it." Arnold gave Gerald a look, as his eyes fell half way, his signature smile in tow, as he just nodded in agreement with his best friend. Something told Gerald he'd be helping him look on the bright side quite more often from now on; Especially if it had anything to do with a certain blonde headache.

A sudden burst of music erupted from Arnold's doorway, as Eugene sprinted in the air, bellowing at the top of his lungs.

"We saved the neighborhoooood! They could not teaaaar it dooooown! They could not tuuuuurn our smile, into a froo-"

One click of the tape player interrupted Eugene's singing, as Gerald gave him a pointed look, and quipped, "Show's over, Eugene." Eugene downcast a frown, as he understood. He really thought now was the perfect time for his song!

Gerald left Eugene in his thoughts as he took Arnold around the shoulder and headed in the direction of the court. His mind still jumbled with the conversation that he had heard between Arnold and Helga.

But he smiled as he told himself, 'In due time, man. In due time'.

Arnold would share eventually.

He snickered to himself internally, as he couldn't get over how soft Helga's voice actually-

Wait a minute, his eyes widened. Voice?

Did that mean? Helga was-

"Gerald?" Arnold looked over to see Gerald lost in thought as he had stopped in the middle of the street suddenly. Gerald looked over at Arnold, shook whatever weird feelings were left and smiled awkwardly. "Oh, yeah, man. I just, uh… I just can't believe we really did it, ya know?"

Arnold smiled in relief, as to whatever contemplation he looked like he had going on, had vanished. "I can't believe you actually jumped the ramp with the bus! I told you you could do it." He beamed.

Gerald chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Mr. 'Always Lookin' On The Bright Side'. You were right Arnold… but do me a favor?"

"What's that?"

"Keep me away from 'Run Away Bus' at the Arcade for a while… I'm kinda done playin' it, if you catch my drift." He sheepishly admitted.

Arnold laughed. "No problem. I think I'm kinda over the bus myself, to be honest."

"Now walking; Walking's nice."

Arnold laughed louder. "Right."

The two heroes mused over every other mode of transportation that was better than taking the bus, as they made it to the court.

Arnold was right. It had been a pretty crazy day.

And Gerald knew, sometime in the near possible future… it was only gonna get crazier.

Somehow, he was okay with that.

He'd take their crazy ride over that bus again, any day.

A/N: Well, that was fun! I hope y'all liked it! Got a few more stories to post as well as the end of "To Prom Or Not To Prom".

Reviews are always welcome, as always!

Good night, Lovelies! :)