Hey everyone! Sorry for the long delay and short chapter, but the holiday season is coming fast! This is the last chapter for this story, and I want to thank everyone for taking the time to read this! I'm glad it was enjoyed! I'm also going to be posting the first chapter of a new story after this, so if you're interested maybe go have a little look-see? Only if you want :) Thanks again for reading and reviewing!

Disclaimer: Hey Arnold belongs to the amazing Craig Bartlett.

Chapter 23

At 10:00 the dance ended, and Arnold and Helga climbed into the Packard.

"Helga, would it be okay if we maybe don't go right home? There's something I want to show you."

"Arnold, I would love nothing more than to stay out later with you. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"Arnold, why do you like to surprise me so much? I want to know!"

"But I love seeing the look on your face when you finally find out. It's so cute!"

"Oh, alright Hair Boy, surprise away!"

They drove a short distance until they reached the park. Arnold led Helga over to the bridge, but instead of walking over it he began to walk down the small slope towards the river.

"Arnold, you'd better not get us soaked. It's freezing out and I'd really rather not get sick."

"Don't worry, Helga, we won't get wet."

Down at the very edge of the river, hidden from above, was a small metal bench tucked under the bridge. There was a folded blanket set on the seat as a cushion.

"Arnold, what's this?" Helga asked.

"I found this bench last time I was here, so earlier I snuck out of the house and got this ready. I thought it would be a nice way to end the night." Arnold explained.

They sat on the bench and looked up at the stars.

"See that one right there? The really bright one?" Arnold asked.

"Yeah, I see it. Why?"

"It's named Angel."

"What? Arnold, what are you talking about?"

"This." Arnold pulled a folder from under the blanket and removed the paper from inside. It read:

This certificate states that Arnold P. Shortman and Helga G. Pataki

are the official owners of the star "Angel".

The coordinates were listed below, along with other information.

"Arnold...you bought us a star?" Helga asked in wonder.

"Yeah. Sorry I didn't ask you about the name, but I wanted to surprised you."

"That's fine. But why Angel?"

"Well, two reasons. One, Angel is the first thing I ever heard you call me in a monologue when we were nine, and second you're my angel, and my star."

"Oh Arnold!" Helga hugged him tightly and together they sat there, watching the stars.

End.