A/N: Heres a drabbly little random piece 'o crap I was compelled to write for some unknown reason. *Shrugs* Whatevs. Just read. =D

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold!

Drabble

It's the first day of the sixth grade, and I'm really excited. We'll be learning lots of new things. Not that Gerald, my best friend, really cares about that. I can't blame him. I don't really care that much either. But I'm still glad to be learning new stuff and moving forward in life.

Right now I'm leaning against PS118, waiting for the bell to signal that it's time for us to go in. I see Helga approaching me. I smile. We've been on much better terms lately, which has made me very glad.

I'm about to greet her, but she grabs me by my collar and forcefully presses her lips against mine before I even get the chance. My eyes widen and I find myself feeling like dead weight. I'm too shocked to think, or breath, or really anything right now.

She pulls away from the rather passionate kiss and sets me down, patting my head before turning around and walking over to her own best friend, Phoebe Heyerdahl.

I stand there for a few moments, still trying to process what had just happened.

I feel my feet unwillingly begin running after Helga, and desperately calling out her name, feeling the irrational urge to get another taste of my former arch-nemesis' lips.