Hey dudes! I dunno if I will continue this or not, but I will surely find out won't I? It isn't that long, but enjoy!

Disclaimer: Keep in mind folks, I would not be writing this if I owned, Hey Arnold. :)

"S-stop staring! Or I'll pummel you! ALL of you!"
Helga G. Pataki's voice rang out in a most unusual way. She was as nervous as a rat trapped in a snake hole. The whole class was staring at her as she blushed madly and tried to cover up her stuttered sentences. Everyone wised up and decided to listen to Sourpuss Pataki. Or else they WOULD get pummeled. She'd never hurt Arnold though. She only picked on him by calling him Paste for Brains and Football-Head and Geek Bait. Arnold was too beloved for her to hurt. The class thought it was a bit odd.

"So Helga?..." Arnold asked, "What's it gonna be? After all... It would only be fair." He gave her a sly devilish smile. He knew what he was doing. He had even seen and heard Helga perform her poetry behind a trash can at school. He even saw her spying on him a couple of times. And he couldn't forget the time Helga ate too many pork rinds and ended up on his fire escape outside of his bedroom. While she was climbing she was whispering something that sounded like, "I'm positively mad for you. Mad as a Hatter, overly nutty, gaga in love!" But she and Phoebe made an excuse to avoid the real situation. He still knew the real reason. Arnold just didn't know what to do. He was going out on a limb here. He wasn't acting like himself. What he needed to do was get down to the point with Helga. He needed to talk to her... Help her show her true self...

At least let her know that whatever happens, he would always be there for her. And never judge her.
"I..." He started in. "I'm sorry Helga..." He looked to be at war with himself. WHAT IS GOING ON? Why the sudden urge to help? Well, Arnold always helped a friend in need but... He's never wanted to help someone so much. Ever. But he wasn't even acting like himself! What could he do?
RIIIIIIIING Oh.. Saved by the bell... Had he been thinking for the rest of the class period? Oh well. He sent a glance Gerald's way. Might as well tell him now. Looks like he wants an explanation anyway. Helga has left as soon as possible, gee I wonder why... Maybe Phoebe can help...

"Uh. Gerald." Arnold hesitated. He knew he could trust Gerald anyway, but he was nervous.
Get to the point, Arnold. Gerald was hungry however, and he heard there was pudding with lunch today. Mm, mm, mmm! Tapioca. "Yeah man, I know. Let's talk at lunch. I wanna know what exactly went through your mind." They started walking to the cafeteria in silence. Gerald had planned to give Arnold until they got to the lunch room to give an explanation. But man was he acting crazy back there. Hearing his pal spoutin' lovey dovey nonsense was enough to make him puke. Sure, he had a thing for Phoebe, but Gerald wasn't one of those, 'I love you and I want you to know it every moment of our existence' types.

Meanwhile Arnold was having doubts about some of the things he had said, and was going to proceed to say. What do I say? What will Gerald think? I hope I wasn't wrong... Back there. Maybe I was wrong. How could Helga like me? She bullies me and everyone else. I wouldn't like Helga even if she liked me, would I? No... How could I? I like Lila... Right? Well... He was sure he did. But Lila was a different story.

"Arnold? Man are you spacin' out again?" Gerald's voice cut through his troubling thoughts.
"Yeah. Sorry Gerald. Just thinking." Gerald turned back to open the cafeteria doors, where at their table, their conversation would be happening.

Hey again. I hope that was enough to suffice until I either write a new chapter, or I decide to discontinue it. What did you think? I hope it was at least tolerable.

Peace out dudes!

~Tootlebug