Summary: After the school's production of Romeo and Juliet, Arnold wonders why Helga kissed him so long.

AN: This is my first non-Sailor Moon fanfic, so please be nice to me.

I don't own Hey Arnold. Isn't that obvious?

Much Ado About Kisses by ACM a.k.a. Annie May

Arnold lay awake in bed thinking, 'That was weird.'

Arnold had played Romeo in his school play opposite Helga G. Pataki. He had been none too thrilled when he was cast as Romeo as a last resort, and even less thrilled when he learned his tourmentor was going to play Juliet.

Surprisingly, everything went pretty well, until the final kiss. Romeo was supposed to be dead at that moment, so Arnold couldn't do anything when she had kissed him for such a long time. Since then he had been wondering about the meaning of the kiss.

"I shouldn't make too much out of this. She probably just got caught up in the moment or the thrill of being on stage. Yeah, that's it," he decided as he fell asleep.

"Hey Arnold!"

"What?" he questioned dreamily.

"Arnold!" Gerald called again, waving a hand in front of Arnold's face.

"You alright, man? You almost ran into that pole."

"Yeah, I was just thinking about the play last night.

"Yeah, that was some kiss. Lucky you, getting to kiss Helga Pataki," Gerald said sarcastically.

"What was that, tall hair boy?" asked an angry voice behind him.

"Nothing, Helga," Gerald sighed.

"Good. I'd hate to have to introduce you to my friend here," Helga threatened, waving a fist.

"Sure, Helga. I gotta go home before my sister gets into my room again. Later, Arnold," Gerald called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"So, football head. Now that it's just you and me, let's get one thing straight. Don't get any ideas about that kiss. It was really gross and I wish I'd never..."

"Please, Helga," Arnold interupted. "Stop acting like this. I know you like me."

"I..." Helga trailed off, speechless for the first time in her life.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I like you too, Helga. Now, about that kiss," Arnold began.

Without another word, he pulled her closer to him and kissed her deeply.


Arnold sat straight up in bed.

"Now, that was weird. I shouldn't worry so much about this. At least that was only a dream," he told himself.

Not too far away, Helga G. Pataki smiled in her sleep.