It had been a couple of weeks but Helga decided it was time to go back to Dr. Bliss. Her car was still in the shop, but she was lucky enough to live close by. She walked over staring at the clouds as she passed by the large buildings. It was cold and snow lay flat among the trees and grass. Helga wore one of her bigger pink (what else) sweatshirts and held her hands tight in her pockets. She looked down at the footsteps in the snow, careful to make sure not to get her feet drenched. As she turned her last corner, she ran into whom else but her former love. "Watch where you're going, Football head!"

"I'm sorry Helga." Arnold said shrugging. "How are you doing anyway?"

"As much as I'd just love to stay and chat, I have IMPORTANT things to do." Helga says. Arnold is immediately taken back by Helga's outwardly rude attitude. Helga stares at his face for a second and apologizes. "This whole being nice thing is not as easy as you make it seem."

"It's not all that hard. You'll get the hang of it." Arnold reassures her. "You're not a bad person, Helga. Well I better be going too. Catch ya around,"

Arnold waves goodbye and starts walking to Gerald's house. He turns his head back as he watches her walk into the building. He faces forward and puts his own hands in his pockets.

When arriving, Gerald is already waiting at the door. He swings it open and Arnold runs inside. The two boys walk to Gerald's room to play video games. Gerald had recently found his old Nintendo 64 and the two of them were perfectly happy to play Super Mario 64 instead of the regular Minecraft, Dishonored, and Call of Duty games. Gerald immediately grabs the green controller and Arnold follows by grabbing the gray one. Realizing that it is not a two player game, Arnold drops the controller and snickers softly.

"What's wrong with you, man?" Gerald asks, putting the game on pause.

"It's just…. Helga." Arnold states.

"What else?" Dr. Bliss asks the blonde haired girl in front of her.

"I dunno." Helga says shifting into a comfortable position. Normally, adults wouldn't condone teenagers sitting with their feet and neck over the armrests, but Dr. Bliss gave an exception to her preferred patients. "There's this guy at my work. I think I like him. Like, like-like him. But there's still this stupid little voice inside my head telling me that I LOVE Arnold. It's easy to get over liking someone. Arnold liked Ruth, and now? Nothing. But I haven't liked Arnold since I was in preschool. I mean, c'mon Doc, this isn't about like. It's about LOVE. I LOVE ARNOLD. I don't know how to stop."

"Maybe you're not supposed to." Dr. Bliss starts writing in her notebook.

Helga is speechless for a moment. She had accepted the fact that she was obsessed with him, she accepted that she was in love with him, but she always thought that it was like a disease. You suffer for a bit, but soon enough, you will find a cure. Maybe there wasn't a cure.

"You have to get over her, man." Gerald states angrily. "She has been nothing but mean since preschool. Why do you like her?"

"You don't know her like I do." Arnold says as his mind begins to go through a metaphorical flashback.

"Are you even sure that you know her?" Gerald asks as Arnold is suddenly brought back to the present. To be honest, how much did he know about her? They never really talked like friends in the years that they knew each other. It was at that moment when he realized that she was close to being gone. She had a new guy following her. For reasons he could not quite understand, he needed to save her and make her his before she fell in love with Brad. But how?

"Is there any hope for me, Doc?" Helga laughs.

"There is always hope." Dr. Bliss smiles. "Now if you really want to rid yourself of this Arnold problem, were going to have to get back to the beginning. Don't tell me about what happened. I wanna know what you FELT on your first day of preschool."

"Well…"