Alrighty then Everybody! Okay, I know you're all ready to find out what happens between Helga and Arnold and what's up with this Brenna O'Leigh chick. So without further ado, the final chapter of Magical Love. Oh, yeah! And thanks for all the kind reviews!!!
Thanks & Bunches ~ Stargaziey
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! (Though it would be nice.)

Magical Love
by Stargaziey

Part 5

Miss Brenna O'Leigh smiled as Arnold and Helga realized who she was. "Yes. I've been watching over the two of you for quite sometime now." Arnold and Helga exchanged glances.

"What do you mean 'watching over us?'" Arnold asked.

"Do you believe in magic?" Miss O'Leigh asked, ignoring the question. The two looked confused, but Helga scoffed and replied, "Magic? Please. Parlor tricks are for losers."

"I mean 'real' magic." Said Miss O'Leigh and when she said 'real' she waved her hand and a few purple sparkles trailed in its wake. Arnold and Helga gasped.

"What are you?" Helga asked, wide-eyed. Miss O'Leigh smiled. "Someone who knows when two people need a little help."
"Help with what?" Asked Arnold, he didn't think he was doing that badly on his literature project.

Brenna O'Leigh held out her hands and in a flurry of sparkles the two rose buds appeared. "Helga, I told you I would never tell anyone your secret. But the longer you keep it, the more it will work against you." She said, handing the white bud to Helga. Arnold looked curious at the mention of a secret. Helga didn't respond; she wanted to tell her secret to Arnold...but what if he rejected her?

Miss O'Leigh turned to Arnold. She smiled and held out the red rose for him to take. As he took it she said, "Think of love as a flower. When cared for and not kept in secret it blooms into something beautiful." Arnold gazed at the unfolded red rose petals; he still didn't completely understand.

"Why did you give us these rose buds, Miss O'Leigh?" Arnold asked.

"Roses are the flower of love, but they are buds because you each have a strong love inside of you that has not yet bloomed." She gestured to Arnold, "I gave you a red one because you have a strong, passionate love inside of you, but you crave pure, unconditional love." Miss O'Leigh turned to Helga, "You have a white bud because you contain the purest of love within you, but you long for passion and fire."

Arnold and Helga looked at their roses then at each other. "Why did you do this?" Arnold asked. Miss O'Leigh smiled, " will not wait."

With that Brenna O'Leigh picked up her black cat and, with a wave of her hand and shower of purple sparkles she was gone. The small grove of trees was gone and Helga and Arnold found themselves sitting on a park bench, rose buds still in hand.

After a long moment, Arnold looked at Helga and asked, "Helga, what secret what she talking about?"

Helga stiffened. Arnold knew she had a secret. Miss O'Leigh was true to her word; she didn't tell anyone Helga's secret, but she made it where Helga had to tell Arnold. Helga took a deep breath. "The secret of who I've loved for a very long time." She said quietly. Arnold was almost stunned. Helga G. Pataki loves someone.

"Who?" asked Arnold.

"You." Helga said in a barely audible whisper. Arnold didn't know what to say. He sat there on the bench, thinking of his memories of Helga. Of the few times when what she said could possibly be true.

"You're in love with me?" Arnold asked, not daring to believe. Helga nodded, then said, "You know that little, pink book of poems about you?" Arnold nodded, then the thought struck him. "You? You wrote them?" Helga nodded.

"Remember this past Valentine's Day?" Helga asked him. Arnold didn't know what she was talking about then he realized what she was saying and he fell off the bench.

"Arnold!" Helga cried as she got on the ground to help him. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"'re Cecile?" Was his only reply. Helga nodded once again and smiled slightly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked. Helga looked away.

"I didn't know how you would react. You were so nice to me that first day of preschool, the first person who ever really noticed me. I didn't know what to do. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do: get mad." She confided. Arnold smiled at her.

He realized that for a long time, deep down, he had always liked Helga. Liked her, liked her. She had been acting fairly nice to him the last few days and Arnold realized that he did truly have feelings for Helga G. Pataki.

Arnold sat up and looked at Helga. She wasn't looking at him; she was too scared to see his face. "Helga." He said, getting her to look at his face. "I love you, too." Helga almost cried.

"You do?" She asked. Arnold smiled his quirky, little smile. Then he leaned forward and kissed her lips. When they parted Helga smiled dreamily. Then she noticed a black cat sitting a few feet away from them, watching. It's bright orange eyes missing nothing.

"Arnold, look." She said, pointing to the cat. Arnold turned; it was the same cat that belonged to Brenna O'Leigh. Arnold smiled, but there were a few things he still didn't understand. He looked at Helga and asked, "Hey, Helga. Why do you suppose all these cats were hanging around Miss O'Leigh?"

"I don't know...Football Head." Arnold smiled. It didn't bother him that much anymore to be called Football Head; he knew what Helga really meant by it.

Arnold got up and turned towards the bench and gasped. Helga turned to see what had surprised him. Their two rose buds were no longer on the bench. In place, there was a single rose. The base of the petals were red, then gradually became white at the tips. It was a beautiful rose in full bloom. Next to it was an envelope with curvy writing that read: To Arnold & Helga.

Arnold opened the envelope to find a note that read:

Dear Arnold & Helga,

I knew that the two of you would come through. You both really are quite remarkable. Good luck.

By the way, if you're wondering about the cats, well...that just comes with the territory. And don't worry about the weather, it won't be raining for a while if I have anything to say about it. (Which I do.)

Brenna O'Leigh, Witch of the First Waters
Daevon, Ireland

Please give the enclosed letter to Mr. Simmons. I won't be returning to the class, but I can tell you than everyone made an A on their projects.

Arnold looked at Helga, who simply shrugged. They gazed at the sky as the stars began to appear. "Do you believe in magic, Helga?" Arnold asked her for a moment. Helga looked at him. She had confessed her secret and Arnold loved her back.

"Yes," she replied, "I do."

The End ~ Hope you liked it!!!