Helga and Phoebe are sitting on a bench in the park. Helga is crying, her hair in front of her face. The two of them are in high school and they have just realized just how hard boys can really be. Pheobe is sitting next to her friend. Her arm gently over Helga's shoulders. She leans down to whisper something into Helga's ear, something supportive that ultimately makes Helga cry even more. Helga pushes Phoebe over and tells her that she would rather be left alone. So Pheobe leaves a sobbing Helga and goes off to find Gerald. After every step she takes, she looks back making sure that her friend really meant that she wanted solitude.

As it turns out, Gerald and Arnold are running through a path in the park. Gerald runs ahead to Phoebe and Arnold branches off to the side catching his breath. He walks over to Helga when he sees her tears, to figure out if she's okay.

"GO AWAY YOU STUPID FOOTBALL HEAD YOU ARE THE LAST PERSON THAT I WANT TO TALK TO RIGHT NOW." A now angered Helga screams.

"I'm sorry." Arnold apoligizes as he throws his hands in the air. He looks over at Gerald to see Gerald's arms wrapped around Phoebe's waist. He watches as Gerald lifts Phoebe's glasses over her head and kisses her. "I think I have to go anyway."

He isn't going to stay in a place where he was obviously not wanted. And with that Arnold leaves, but no one really pays all that much attention.

Helga looks up to see what the silence was all about. She sees Pheobe locking lips with Gerald and it's as if a ticking bomb goes off inside of her.

"That's it. I can't watch this." Helga exclaims as she walked away crying even more. As if it wasn't bad enough that the boy she likes doesn't like her back but at the same time her best friend was dating the boy of her own dreams and wasn't afraid to hide it. Sometimes she just feels as if she is the only one not meant for a happy ending.

Helga starts pacing the streets, her head down so that no onlookers could see her tears. Everyone knew her as the tough kid, some called her a bully, but on the inside all she's only human. She has feelings. She has a perfect sister, an alcoholic mother, and an angry father. No one pays attention to her. She is just kind of there. The only person who had ever really payed attention to her as a person, didn't like her because well... she didn't really give him a reason to. And even though now he had a reason, he really just didn't want to.

Everything she passes by makes her think of him. Every step, every sign, every little breath is a memory of what she could have had if she just showed a smidge of kindness. She remembered the Valentine's day, the Thanksgiving and the Christmas. She remembers the baseball games and all the places she spent wishing he would never know her secret.

She had to be tough. She had to show people that she had a place in this world and that she did exist. She had to show them that she could get what she wanted even if it wasn't at home. She lost her love trying to prove it all to herself. If she could do one thing, it would be to prove to the weird headed boy that she was different. But, alas, she knows this can never be done.

Minutes later she was home. She waits an hour alone in her room trying to forget and trying to stop herself from crying more. After the hour is up she grabs her cell phone and calls Phoebe.

"I want to forget. I want to live my life without thinking of...you know." She says.

Pheobe hesitated. This didn't sound like her best friend at all. "What do you mean?"

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN. I AM TALKING ABOUT... ice cream." Helga yells.

That was the Helga, she knew and loved. "Maybe you should try out different flavors. Vanilla can't be your favorite if you haven't tried chocolate. Trust me... I know."

"You're right. Imagine the flavors. Bluberry, strawberry, coconut, coffee..."

"Peanut butter, bubblegum, cookie dough, rocky road..."

"There's tons of flavors. But how can I try them all. i don't have the...you know...money." Helga says excitedly. She was so glad that Pheobe could always grasp what she was talking about.

"No but I know one person who has tons of money..." Phoebe exclams and Helga knew exactly what she was talking about.

"RHONDA." They say simultaneously.

"Oh and Phoebe. Let's forget this conversation ever happened."

"Forgetting."