Disclaimer-I don't own the characters in this story. They are all based on the show Hey Arnold.

Author's note: I've actually written this story a long time ago, so I have it partially finished; it's just filled with a plethora of grammatical errors. I wanted to make sure when I did eventually publish this, that it was clear and concise enough to read. I think you will all enjoy it; I think I've achieved writing this story both with mature themes and funny cheesy rom com romance. Hey Arnold, has always held a special place in my heart and I've fallen in love with the characters. This story is a reflection of my reluctance to let them go. This story takes place in a universe where the jungle movie never happened. So ya, I'm rewinding time here because I wrote this before it was announced so you can imagine how long I've held onto this. So, just so you know, this is an alternate universe and not a full continuation of canon. Everything but TJM is in play and does apply here.

Summery:

It wasn't fair. Just as soon as Arnold and Helga had started to get along it seemed as though a rug was pulled out from under them. "We have something we need to settle! Tomorrow, at the pier! 7 sharp!" She seemed determined but her eyes were wavering. Outsiders would misunderstand. "You heard her! She wants to beat You to a pulp one last time before she moves away for good! If I were you, I wouldn't show up!" But Arnold knew better. This wasn't about settling a petty score. He almost wished it was, because the ladder seemed to be a scarier thought. She was leaving, how could he go through with it? He was a coward. Even though he knew she was waiting for him, he didn't have the guts to move from his hiding spot. There was so much to say, but this was all too sudden! He hadn't properly sorted out his thoughts! Before he could make up his mind, it was too late.

Or was it? Years later, like it was fate, she was back! What would he say to her? What would she say to him? There's no time to think about it, she was right in front of him! "H-Helga!"

"Oh, hey Arnold." She smiled then walked away, leaving a baffled and utterly confused teenager behind her. What? That's it?

This won't Do, Arnold thought.

A story about missed opportunities and second chances.

Chapter 1.

The day was a hot one. With no clouds in the sky and the sun directly above the class of fifth graders even the shade under the bleachers wasn't enough to evade from the heat. The track was reflective and looking ahead it mirrored the environment of the savannah as the air seemed to bend and wave like a mirage. With the fitness test gradually approaching, even students who were usually the most athletically brilliant were struggling to complete their two-mile mock run. No one seemed to be in the mood to finish as some students either walked the rest of the way or all out collapsed on the sidelines. While most of the fifth graders did what they could to relieve themselves of the heat by splashing water on their faces from their water bottles or using their hands as fans, two students seemed to be entirely unaffected. They zoomed past every student with ease, seemingly only focused on outrunning the other.

"You really think you can keep going, football head? Give up already, that big head of yours has got to be wearing you down! Then again, it's probably shading the rest of your scrawny body!" The girl said in between strides as she breathed in sharply through her nose, a look of determination on her face.

"You talk a big game, Helga, but words are cheap!" The boy's strides grew longer and faster as he managed to get in front of her. She growled in response, only more fired up than before.

"Boy howdy, how do they still have the energy to do that? And why are they trying so hard, isn't this just a practice run?" Sid turned his cap around to block the sun from out of his eyes. "It's too hot to care about a stupid fitness test. What's there to compete for? All they get is a stupid piece of paper!"

"I reckon it's not about that, Sid. Ever since last summer those two have been like two fightin' dogs over a bacon flavored tug rope!"

"What?" Sid exclaimed, bewildered.

"What Stinky means to say is that Arnold and Helga have been on a consistent competitive streak with each other for the last couple months. And a cringy one at that!" Rhonda retorted. "It's downright bizarre!" Rhonda crossed her arms, sticking her nose in the air. She was dressed in a white track suit and sunhat and used a Japanese paper fan to keep cool. In no way did she look as if she even attempted to run the track that day.

"Well, what's so cringy about that?" Sid stretched his legs out on the grass, bending forward to stretch out his back.

"Have you been living under a rock? Before it used to just be Helga who was sarcastic and snarky, but now? It's like she's finally made Arnold snap! The other day when I asked him for his help in settling an argument between me and Nadine about who should be designing the costumes for the play this year-obviously me-"

"Rhonda, it's a Bug's Life, what makes you think you'd be better at incorporating insect designs more than me?" Nadine pointed out. "You wanted to make all the costumes look like butterflies! And you've used so much glitter, the auditoriums going to look like a disco."

"Well, Nadene, if you paid attention to all the latest trends like I do you'd know that Disco is currently IN!" She flipped her fan open and started to fan herself. "All YOU wanted to make was dung beetles and, yuck! rollie pollies!" She shivered.

"That's because-!"

"Creative differences! So, let's just drop the subject and agree to disagree." Rhonda put her hand up in front of Nadine, making Nadine roll her eyes in response. "See?! A legitimate problem to be solved and he brushes me off!? Him?! The martyr who lives off of doing good deeds! Usually, I have to convince him to stay out of things but now he suddenly has better things to do?! And With Helga?! get this! He said 'Sorry, Rhonda, but I don't Have time for this! I need to show Helga that hard work gets you farther then cutting corners!'" She mocked.

"I mean, that doesn't seem that out of character. He's always trying to teach us his do-gooder lessons."

"I'd usually agree with you Sid on the count of that's exactly something Arnold would do '' Said Stinky. "But last week my lemon puddin' went missin' from my locker and when I asked Arnold to help me look for it he said he couldn't because Helga and him were settling a bet on who could hold their breaths the longest." Stinky scratched his temple. "And I never found my lemon puddin'!" Stinky looked down dejectedly.

"That... does seem like something Arnold wouldn't usually care about. maybe it had something to do with the enviorment?" Sid shrugged, convincing no one. "Y-you know, like maybe something to do with air pollution."

"Sid, that makes no sense." Nadine shook her head, dumbfounded at the leap of Sid's logic. "Their arguments seem to be growing more and more petty. It's just so out of character."

"Ya! And about a month ago I asked Arnold if he could help me practice my dance moves for the musical coming up! But he was too distracted to hear me! too busy yelling at Helga about how she was wrong about the school being haunted!" Eugine piped up from behind them. He was currently on the sidewalk sitting in a wheelchair and casts on both his legs. "Needless to say, it hasn't been easy without his help since he's been occupying all his time with Helga." The fellow classmates all nodded and spoke in agreement.

"If it was anyone BUT Arnold, this would all make a lot more sense! We all know the absolute turmoil Helga puts Arnold in in particular!" Rhonda scoffed. "She's a sadist! And she picks on poor Arnold the most. But Arnold's always put up with her, only God knows why!" She massaged her temple in feigned frustration. "Arnold just isn't the type to get revenge."

"I don't know Rhonda; I think this all makes perfect sense." Sid stated matter of factly. "I think what you said earlier was right."

"Of course, I'm right… but go on." She brushed her hand in the air, urging him to continue.

" He's finally snapped!" Sid snapped his fingers and pointed in the air. "Helgas finally dug her claws into him!"

"Snapped? Arnold?" Eugine said in bewilderment. "But he's always been the most levelheaded out of all of us."

"Well, when you think about it, Helga DOES pick on Arnold the most! It's not impossible to believe Arnolds had enough." Nadine shrugged as if what she said was obvious.

"I know I would have stood up to her a loooong time ago!" Sid shoved his thumb into his chest, looking bumptious.

"Oh sure, this is coming from the boy who mistook our third-grade teacher as bigfoot and barricaded himself in the boy's bathroom." Rhonda rolled her eyes.

"T-that's not fair! That was two years ago! And you saw her feet! They were huge and hairy! Any sane person would guess the same! And her voice was so deep too for a lady! What I did was a natural human response!"

"For one, the reason why Mrs. Debbits has a deep voice is because she's a chain smoker. I mean, have you seen her teeth?" Rhonda scoffed in disgust. "And two, newsflash! She was hairy and big EVERYWHERE! Not just her feet. She's just naturally a hairy woman."

"And that's normal how?!"

"Hand on, we're getting sidetracked here." Nadeen interrupted them before they dove too far into the subject. "Sid actually makes a good point. If anyone can make Arnold snap, it's Helga." She pointed out a matter of factly. Everyone but Stinky nodded in unison.

"I don't know fellas. I recon the real reason why Arnold and Helga have been so clingy lately is because they like each other." Stinky said in a sing-song voice as he grasped his hands together.

"Oh please, don't even entertain that thought! Arnold? And Helga? That sounds like a modern-day horror story! If you ask me, they hate each other more than ever now! And as much as I don't want to admit it, I think Sid was right-"

"See?" Sid chimed.

"-About me being right!" Rhonda gestured to herself proudly, earning the collective groan and eye rolls of the rest of the group. "I mean, we were all there at the April fool's day dance last year! He was practically throwing her around like a ragdoll! Obviously, Arnold's had enough of Helga. And I don't blame him. But that doesn't mean I don't think this rivalry of theirs is high key over the top. I mean, it's affecting my life! That's going too far!"

"Hey! You kids aren't done running the track! Everyone but Eugene Get. Back. Out there!" The coach ran up to the gaggle, blowing his whistle as they all scrambled to get on their feet. "Hustle hustle hustle!" All but Rhonda made their way back onto the track.

"I can't run in this, it's chic!"

"Do I look like I care about that, princess! Now move move move!" The coach blew his whistle inches from her ear making her flinch.

"Uhg! So uncouth!" She ran back towards the track. The coach turned around to face the boy in the wheelchair, sparing no sympathy whatsoever.

"Eugine!"

"Y-yes sir?"

"Get to the ramp and give me TEN. REPS! Up and down!"

"S-Sir! Yes sir!" Eugine quickly wheeled his way over to the ramp as the coach chased after him with his whistle.

Meanwhile on the other side Arnold and Helga were shoulder to shoulder as Helga managed to regain the short gap between them.

"Give it up, Arnoldo. Nice guys… finish last!"

"You're wrong Helga, I'm gonna… show you what real effort… looks like!"

Helga smiled evilly, as she purposefully slowed down in order for him to move in front of her. He happily took the lead, a satisfied smile playing on his face. It wasn't there long as he felt a pressure on the back of his heel. He looked behind him and almost like in slow motion he witnessed Helga pushing the back of his shoe down with her foot, causing him to fall forward feet from the finish line. Helga hopped over him, wasting no time passing the goal post.

"Woo! First! First!" She punched at the air as Arnold looked on in exasperation. Take that... paste for brains! How does... that floor taste!" Despite her mocking, she was breathing heavily and brought her hands to her knees, heaving desperately. "Haa-"

"That wasn't fair and you know it Helga! You tripped me!"

"All is fair… in love and war." She smiled and tilted her head to the side in a cheeky manner. Arnold groaned. Despite the teasing, she still reached her hand out to help him up.

"...I'm not falling for that, Helga."

"You're refusing my goodwill?" She said smugly.

"What good will? Admit you cheated."

Helga clicked her tongue, bending down and grabbing both of his arms and pulled him up. He was still shorter than her, but not by much. He's catching up to me. Helga huffed, annoyed. "My method of winning was creatively eccentric."

"You cheated, Helga."

"Potayto Potahto." She snorted, hardly bothered. Arnold couldn't help but laugh.

"You won't be able to get away with that next week when we compete for real. You'll have to win the old fashion way. The right way." He huffed, satisfied.

"You're certainly hindering my creative process."

"Call it what you want. It won't do you any good come Monday."

"I still have a few more tricks up my sleeve, you haven't seen nothin' yet, hairboy."

"We'll see" He brushed her off, walking over to the water fountain. She followed after him.

"That hard work of yours sure is something. Last week, you were miles behind me."

"And next week you'll know how it feels." He smiled as he parted his parched lips to get a drink of water and splashed some on his face. He pulled his shirt up in order to wipe it off, revealing his stomach. Helga hiccupped, covering her mouth instantly after. She was grateful it was such a hot day.

"Someone sure is being haughty. It doesn't really suit you." Helga shoved Arnold out of the way and went to get a drink of her own, indulging in the cool water going down her throat.

"I think you're just not used to getting a taste of your own medicine, Helga. Anyways, all I'm trying to do is prove a point."

"Oh?"

"'Creativity' only gets you so far."

"You mean cheating." She smiled behind her shoulder.

Arnold looked at her pointedly. "Yes. Cheating."

"Hm… nope! Haven't learned my lesson." She countered. "Going to have to try harder than that." She turned her head back around to get another drink, missing the corners of Arnolds lip turning up, ready for the challenge. "Let's face it, I'm never going to change."

As much as it used to aggravate him, he couldn't help but grow fond of this weird back and forth banter they had. People on the outside wouldn't understand. Heck, he didn't understand it much either but, lately, he was starting to really enjoy her company… even if he wasn't entirely sure why. 'Teaching her a lesson' was just a lame excuse. Without knowing the reason, he wanted to be around her. "Then I guess I'll have to keep bothering you forever."

Helga's already staggering heart accelerated. Uh oh. She suddenly felt lightheaded. The heat and intense run mixed with Arnolds indirectly suggestive words caused her knees to give out. She gripped the drinking fountain, catching herself before she fell.

"Helga!" Arnold hurriedly lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders. She felt hot to the touch. She completely exhausted herself He thought. She would never admit it, but he knew she didn't come today unprepared. Of course, she was practicing, probably just as hard if not more than him. She's too stubborn for her own good. "You're burning up!"

"Uh, doi! It's a thousand degrees out here." She barely breathed out as she seemed to only get heavier in his grasp. Arnold looked around to make sure no one was looking.

"...Don't freak out."

"Huh?"

Before she could process what was said he swooped his arm from under her legs and the arch of her back, carrying her princess style. She gasped; instinctively she wrapped her arms around his neck to balance herself. "H-hey! Let me go!" She squirmed.

"I said don't freak out! I'm taking you to the nurse."

"I can walk! Let me down!"

"Helga, wait! You're gonna-" She managed to slip herself out of his grasp only to instantly collapse face first into the pavement. Arnold quickly went to pick her up again and this time she didn't put up a fight. She looked away, hiding her embarrassment. He sighed. "Stop being so stubborn."

"Oh… shut up!" She managed to bark out, pushing her head into the crook of his neck and blew out a breath that hit his bare clavicle. His breath hitched, drawing in air through his nose and tensed his shoulders. She didn't seem to notice. Her face contorted in pain as her hold around his neck became tighter. He relaxed, picking up the pace and jogging into the building.

"She seems to be running a slightly higher than average fever, probably from being so sunburnt. I swear, someone needs to give a real talking to that coach!" The nurse threw away the plastic end of the thermometer in the trash aggressively. "She's a little warm but nothing to be over-excited about. I gave her something that might make her a little drowsy, so she'll probably be in and out of it for the rest of the day." She put one hand to her hip and brushed her hair out of her face.

"So, she'll be ok?"

"She'll be fine, Arnold." The nurse placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it twice before sitting in her computer chair, rolling over to Helga's bedside.

"...Ok." Arnold looked over at Helga who seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Oh my, poor doll is all tuckered out." The nurse giggled, flipping through her chart. "Oh! Right..." The nurse bit her lip as she looked at the notes on her clipboard.

"What?"

"Hm... this may be asking for too much, but…Do you know where Helga lives?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well… without going into too much detail, it looks like calling her parents to come get her might not be an option." She clicked her pen on her clipboard. "I'm sure she just needs a good night's sleep but I'm afraid I can't let her keep the bed for much longer. I hate to ask but… would you mind walking her home?" The nurse smiled sheepishly, twisting herself in her chair to face Arnold. "We only have twenty minutes left of school and the principal knows about Helga's home… circumstances-" The nurse bit her cheek and looked away. "Oh, what am I asking of a twelve-year-old boy." She turned away from him. "Nevermind, I-"

"N-no! I'll take her home!"

"You will?" The nurse turned to face him again. "I wouldn't want to trouble you."

"It's no problem, really!"

"Oh, you're a saint, Arnold." She stood up. "Let her rest a little more then if you really wouldn't mind-"

"I really wouldn't!" Arnold sat on the bed next to Helga's feet. She shifted slightly in her sleep. "And… I think it's sort of my fault she's gotten like this."

The nurse hummed sweetly. "You put way too much on your shoulders, Arnold. I'm sure you had nothing to do with this. It's that damned coach working you kids to the bone! I'm busier than ever lately.'' Before Arnold could disagree with her the phone rang in the nurse's office. "Ope!" She answered the phone, putting one finger up to Arnold to tell him to give her a second. "Yes?...oh, not again! I'm on my way!" She hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket from the swiveling chair and made her way to the door. "Eugine fell down the ramp again! That boy-" She blew her hair out of her face. " I leave her in your hands, Arnold! Thank you!" She said hurriedly as she ran out the door, the echo of her heels hitting the tile floor growing farther and farther away.

Arnold looked at Helga's face which was flushed and glistening with beads of sweat. He walked over to the sink, grabbed a hand towel and soaked it in water. He squeezed it out into the sink then sat back down next to her, wiping away at her forehead. Stubborn. He thought. Why do you always have to put up a mask around me? I wish you'd be more honest. If you were, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation.

"Arnold..." He flinched as he heard her whisper his name, her eyes still closed. Was she still sleeping?

"Yes Helga, I'm right here." His brow furrowed, worried for her. She hardly ever said his name normally. It was usually along the lines of football head, paste for brains, arnoldo, hair boy…need I go on? "Do you need anything?" He leaned closer to her, ready to listen.

"..ou.."

"Huh? Sorry, say that again."

"Y..ou."

"Youth?" He scrunched his eyebrows together confused. Helga's face contorted, aggravated.

"You!..stupid..." She said loud and clear before growing quiet again, filling the room with her rhythmic snoring.

The room grew quiet besides their breathing and the sound of the clock ticking above them. Arnold sat still for a good minute before rubbing the back of his neck, brushing his hand against one of his reddening ears. Even in this air-conditioned room, it sure was warm.

…Maybe he wasn't ready for her to be that honest just yet.

"I'm fine Arnoldo, I can walk ten steps, I've been doing it since I was three!"

"Yes, Helga. I'm sure you could climb Mount Everest."

"Damn straight I could!"

"Don't curse." Arnold gave her a pointed look, making her roll her eyes.

"...I could."

"Yes I know, but right now, rely on me a little. As a favor to me."

"You sure ask for the weirdest favors." Her voice became weaker, still drowsy from the medication. He held her arm firmly around his neck and wrapped one hand around her waist as they made their way up the steps of her stoop.

"I'm fine Arnold." She repeated. He ignored her this time and she did little to fight him off, probably learning her lesson from earlier. He tried for the door handle, only to be met with resistance. He grimaced.

"Hello?" He banged loudly on the door. "Mrs. Pataki?"

"That won't work." Helga said against his shoulder as she seemed to be getting sleepier.

"...Do you have a key?"

"...no. I usually have to climb through the window in the back."

Arnold frowned, having the rare feeling of anger. Some parents. He shook his head. "Stay here." He eased her down to sit on the top step of the stoop.

"Where would I go, the circus?" She laid her head against the railing, momentarily closing her eyes. He ran down the steps and around to the back side of the house, jumping the fence and ripping his shirt in the process. He didn't have time to care as he was in too much of a hurry. He made his way to the back window, climbing on top of a trash can. He pushed the windowpane up then hoisted himself inside.

The house was dark and the only sound came from the tv in the living room playing old reruns of a black and white show. He passed it, looking briefly into the living room only to see Miriam passed out in a recliner; empty cups scattered around the floor and one half full in her hand. He shook off the image, remembering the real objective.

He ran over to the door, unlocking it and opening it. He bent down, scooping Helga up and in his arms once again as she continued to repeat, I'm fine, I'm fine.

"You sound like a broken record." Arnold laughed, masking how he was really feeling at the moment. He carefully made his way up the steps and walked over into her bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot. "Sorry for the intrusion." He apologized to a mostly unconscious Helga. He placed her gently on her bed, tucking her into her covers. "Do you need…me to get you anything?"

"…Water, please." She asked hoarsely. He got up and moments later came back with a glass of water. He placed it down on her nightstand and sat her up gently. He pushed the glass to her lips as she gladly parted them, taking big gulps. Some of the water started to trickle down from the side of her mouth and trailed down her throat. Arnolds eyes followed the drop in a trance. She started to cough. "W-ha-what are you trying to drown me for?"

"S-sorry!" He quickly pulled the cup away.

"It's fine." She let him wipe her mouth with his sleeve. Helga smirked. "Don't think cuz I'm letting you take care of me that it means I'm owing you any favors!"

Arnold managed to half smile. He wasn't really in the mood to joke around but he hoped it didn't show. "That's not why I'm taking care of you."

"In fact, I'm basically doing you a favor! It's a privilege to serve me, so I expect to get the full patient treatment from you." She teased. "Nothing on the cheap."

"Of course." Arnold grew quiet, making the atmosphere awkward between them. His face seemed to be riddled with guilt. Helga groaned.

"I was just kidding Arnold. It's not like I'm here because of you." She frowned when he seemed to visibly tense up. "Jeez, Football head, really? How could this possibly be your fault. You're always blaming yourself for things that are out of control." He continued to stay quiet. She decided to try and change the subject. "I'm not gonna let my guard down just cuz I got a little fever. I'm still gonna leave you in the dust on Monday, so lighten up a little."

" ...I'm sorry, Helga."

"Stop-! saying that!" She scowled.

"Saying what?"

"Stop apologizing to me, it's annoying! Why are you always apologizing?"

"It's…in my nature, I guess..."

"Well knock it off." She snapped back. "You're always going out of your way to help people, even at your own expense. What's the point? Especially when it's a lost cause." She seemed to be talking a lot more honestly with him. Maybe this medication was acting as a truth serum.

"You're nowhere near a lost cause, Helga." He gripped her hand, making her flinch. "But even if you were…I'd still help you." He spoke gently. She looked up at him, searching for something in his eyes.

"...Why?"

"Because…" because? He looked away from her, unable to handle the direct eye contact. "I-It's…the right thing to do." no, That's not it.

She frowned, looking disappointed. "What a noble answer. You're kind to a fault." She coughed again. He patted her back. "Stop that! I'm not an infant."

"I know that."

"...stop being so nice to me." She sounded vulnerable all the sudden. Arnold didn't like where this conversation was going.

"Why wouldn't I be? Everyone deserves kindness."

"Oh, like serial killers?" She mocked.

"No Helga. You know what I mean. You know, you're not as bad as you think you are. I know you're a good person, you just like to hide it." He looked at her warmly.

"Right." She laughed defectively. "What...would you know." Her blinking became slower, failing at fighting off the urge to sleep.

"I know you deserve a lot more than this, Helga." He pushed her shoulders to lay down, brushing her hair out of her eyes with his thumb.

"...don't pity me." She whispered softly, slowly closing her eyes. "I hate that… the most." She trailed off.

"That's not it! I…" He stopped mid-sentence at the sound of her snoring. Arnold looked down at her sadly. "...That's not it." He said once again, but only to himself. He wasn't sure what it was that made him want to be around her, that argues and competes with her, that worries for her, that thinks about her constantly… His head drew a blank. Or more accurately he purposefully stopped himself from thinking too much about it. He just wasn't ready to think about it just yet.

There's still time he thought. What's the rush? He smiled, relieved by his own thoughts.

He tucked her in again as he let one strand of her hair coil around his fingers. He blushed but didn't bother to move them. He sat with her, trying not to think too hard about what made him want to stay.

"Arnie, was it?"

"Arnold, Mr. Pataki."

"Right right…and Olga has a little cold." He laughed, not taking it seriously at all.

"Helga… and she has a fever."

"Uh huh. Well thanks kid, but I'm sure she didn't need any of your help. Pataki's are resilient! She'll be up and movin' by tomorrow! Besides, her mother was home," He gestured lazily over to the recliner where his wife was passed out. "So unless you're trying to buy a beeper, this conversation is kaput."

"...Well, anyways-" Arnold turned his head in order to hide his disgust. "Please check on her later tonight to make sure she's ok." he grit his teeth.

"What was that? I'm sensing a bit of an attitude from you. I'm imagining it, right?"

"...right."

"Now go home you little pipsqueak, before I call your parents and tell them how you broke into someone else's house."

"..." Arnold walked past him, fighting the urge to push his shoulder against him. Even if he did have parents, he wouldn't want to have parents like that. He left out the door, turning around to stare up at the window to Helga's room. He paused before sighing heavily then making his way down the street.

"Kids these days. I tell ya, Miriam. I think moving far away from this hellhole is gonna do more good for that girl then she realizes. Too many loons in this city." He placed some paperwork down on one of the end tables with the words Bob's Bigger Beepers written boldly on the cover. "Now Europe is exactly the kind of place a girl like Olga needs to be brought up into. She's gonna get a real kick out of those tea sippin' posh types." He laughed heartily. "Just wait until she hears the good news! The Pataki's are moving to England!" Bob looked briefly up the stairs before making his way into the living room, sitting back in his own recliner and kicking his feet up, ignorantly content of the chain of events ahead of them.

Already have the next chapter written out so I'll be posting it real soon once I fix the grammatical errors. Please leave me a review, I would absolutely love the feedback!