Hey, this is my first fan fic EVER, actually this is pretty much my first
story ever, so I would really like to know what everyone thinks. Tell me if
you think I should continue. I'm not exactly sure where this story's going,
so if anyone has ideas, let me know!! please R&R, and enjoy...
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, yada, yada, yada...
Day was turning to dusk when it started to drizzel. The city sky was grey and the August air seemed to weigh Arnold down as he ran down the street. The last few words his grandpa said to him kept replaying in his head over and over.
"Arnold... it's your parents. They... their bodies were found..." continually echoed through his brain so that he couldn't hear anything else.
The light drizzel soon turned to giant drops that washed away his tears. He kept telling himself that he knew the chances that they were alive were slim, but his optimistic side, the part of him that always looked on the bright side, always had hope that he woud someday be reunited with them.
He was running so fast that when he came to the bridge he slammed into the side forcing him to let out a series of coughs that led to gagging, and finally he threw up. He stared, through teary eyes, at the ripples in the water. He couldn't really focus on anything else.
He stood straight up at the sound of his name. His head whipped around to see a familiar blonde girl. It didn't even register to think why she standing there in the rain in the first place. He was actually glad to see her for once. With her reputation and her usual attitude towards him in public in the back of her mind, she slowly inched near him.
"Arnold, what's wrong, what's the matter," she asked wearily. Arnold spit out a couple words and Helga pieced them togther and basically got the story.
She walked him back to the boarding house in complete silence. They waited in front of the stoop for a while. Arnold finally climbed the steps to the faded green door.
"Thanks," he whispered without turning around. Helga accepted his gratitude with silence and some how Arnold knew he was welcome. She watched the door close and walked home.
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Later on, that night, at about 1'o'clock, Helga was once again awakened to sounds of shouting, and glass breaking. It was her father, Big Bob, having another one of his irrational fits. Helga threw the blanket over her head and cursed him. It didn't matter anymore to question what he was mad about. She then got up and ran to her closet and slammed the door. She instantly burst into silent tears. She'd always hid in her closet to feel secure, and maybe to escape reality. It seperated her from her home and the rest of the world. It was the only place where she could express herself freely, without fear.
She quickly changed out of her night shirt. The climb out her window and down the tree was brutal, but she just needed to get out of there. She walked aimlessly, mumbling things under her breath, until she reached none other than Sunset Arms.
She scurried up the fire escape, like so many times before, only this time she didn't exacly know what her purpose. If not for a little pink book, or a talking parrot, then why? She didn't know; she had nothing planned.
She peered into the skylight to find him awake. They both gasped with wide eyes and just stared at eachother.
After a couple of seconds, Arnold climbed his built-in ladder and opened the window. She hesitated, but crawled inside. They sat on his bed staring straight foward, neither knowing what to say.
"So," Arnold finally said, "um, why are you here?" Even though she knew she would have to explain her cameo, Helga was kind of hoping she wouldn't have to.
"Uh, well I... I..." she studdered. Arnold noticed her nervousness.
"Helga, if you don't want to, you don't have to expain. Besides, I think I know why you're here."
"You do?!"
"Sure, well, I think so. You were worried about me..." Helga stood up at this "...well I'm fine..." As always as soon as anyone thought she cared, her walls went up, sure to keep anyone out. She hid her feelings once again the only way she knew how...
"No. That's not why I'm here, Football Head..." she interrupted. Arnold was completely startled, and yet not suprized at the same time (if that's possible). "What are you? Some kind of ego-maniac? Does eveything need to be about you? It's none of your bees-wax anyway!"
"Hold on, you come to my room, one in the morning, and tell me it's none of my business?"
"Well, I mean... I mean... I don't know what I mean; I don't know know why I'm here, ok?" she admitted half hysterically.
"Ok, I guess..." Arnold didn't know where to go from here, neither did Helga.
"I... uh... I'm sorry about, ya know..." she confessed,"...everything," looking down at her twiddling fingers. "Look, I better go, it's late and we both need rest," she quickly added.
"Oh, yeah... ok," Arnold said a little disappointed. She climbed up the ladder, "Helga," she turned her head, " you know, if you ever decide to let your guard down a little and talk... I'm right here." She slightly nodded and slipped out through the skylight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, yada, yada, yada...
Day was turning to dusk when it started to drizzel. The city sky was grey and the August air seemed to weigh Arnold down as he ran down the street. The last few words his grandpa said to him kept replaying in his head over and over.
"Arnold... it's your parents. They... their bodies were found..." continually echoed through his brain so that he couldn't hear anything else.
The light drizzel soon turned to giant drops that washed away his tears. He kept telling himself that he knew the chances that they were alive were slim, but his optimistic side, the part of him that always looked on the bright side, always had hope that he woud someday be reunited with them.
He was running so fast that when he came to the bridge he slammed into the side forcing him to let out a series of coughs that led to gagging, and finally he threw up. He stared, through teary eyes, at the ripples in the water. He couldn't really focus on anything else.
He stood straight up at the sound of his name. His head whipped around to see a familiar blonde girl. It didn't even register to think why she standing there in the rain in the first place. He was actually glad to see her for once. With her reputation and her usual attitude towards him in public in the back of her mind, she slowly inched near him.
"Arnold, what's wrong, what's the matter," she asked wearily. Arnold spit out a couple words and Helga pieced them togther and basically got the story.
She walked him back to the boarding house in complete silence. They waited in front of the stoop for a while. Arnold finally climbed the steps to the faded green door.
"Thanks," he whispered without turning around. Helga accepted his gratitude with silence and some how Arnold knew he was welcome. She watched the door close and walked home.
********
Later on, that night, at about 1'o'clock, Helga was once again awakened to sounds of shouting, and glass breaking. It was her father, Big Bob, having another one of his irrational fits. Helga threw the blanket over her head and cursed him. It didn't matter anymore to question what he was mad about. She then got up and ran to her closet and slammed the door. She instantly burst into silent tears. She'd always hid in her closet to feel secure, and maybe to escape reality. It seperated her from her home and the rest of the world. It was the only place where she could express herself freely, without fear.
She quickly changed out of her night shirt. The climb out her window and down the tree was brutal, but she just needed to get out of there. She walked aimlessly, mumbling things under her breath, until she reached none other than Sunset Arms.
She scurried up the fire escape, like so many times before, only this time she didn't exacly know what her purpose. If not for a little pink book, or a talking parrot, then why? She didn't know; she had nothing planned.
She peered into the skylight to find him awake. They both gasped with wide eyes and just stared at eachother.
After a couple of seconds, Arnold climbed his built-in ladder and opened the window. She hesitated, but crawled inside. They sat on his bed staring straight foward, neither knowing what to say.
"So," Arnold finally said, "um, why are you here?" Even though she knew she would have to explain her cameo, Helga was kind of hoping she wouldn't have to.
"Uh, well I... I..." she studdered. Arnold noticed her nervousness.
"Helga, if you don't want to, you don't have to expain. Besides, I think I know why you're here."
"You do?!"
"Sure, well, I think so. You were worried about me..." Helga stood up at this "...well I'm fine..." As always as soon as anyone thought she cared, her walls went up, sure to keep anyone out. She hid her feelings once again the only way she knew how...
"No. That's not why I'm here, Football Head..." she interrupted. Arnold was completely startled, and yet not suprized at the same time (if that's possible). "What are you? Some kind of ego-maniac? Does eveything need to be about you? It's none of your bees-wax anyway!"
"Hold on, you come to my room, one in the morning, and tell me it's none of my business?"
"Well, I mean... I mean... I don't know what I mean; I don't know know why I'm here, ok?" she admitted half hysterically.
"Ok, I guess..." Arnold didn't know where to go from here, neither did Helga.
"I... uh... I'm sorry about, ya know..." she confessed,"...everything," looking down at her twiddling fingers. "Look, I better go, it's late and we both need rest," she quickly added.
"Oh, yeah... ok," Arnold said a little disappointed. She climbed up the ladder, "Helga," she turned her head, " you know, if you ever decide to let your guard down a little and talk... I'm right here." She slightly nodded and slipped out through the skylight.