"Arnold, what a wimp, what a pathetic loser, how I despise him. And yet…" At this the blond haired, pink clothed girl glanced around to make sure she was out of earshot from where she hid, behind the dumpsters in her school's playground. Then she reached into her dress and pulled out a golden locket with a picture if a blond haired boy with a football-shaped head and started speaking to it.
"I love him. The way he always knows right from wrong. The way he always thinks of others before himself. The way his hair sticks out all weird from atop that gorgeous football head of his. If only I could find the guts to just come out with it and confess my undying love to him in some hope that he could someday feel the same way about me. If only-"
She was suddenly cut short by a loud, rasping breathing sound behind her. She stopped, annoyed, put her locket back in her dress, raised her hand, balled it into a fist, and punched the dorky intruder with glasses right in the nose.
At least, that's what should have happened. But instead of her fist making contact with its target, it was caught by a strong, firm hand. The girl turned around startled and stared into the dark green eyes of the football-headed boy she had just been fantasizing about.
"Arnold?!" she gasped, completely lost in his stare. "I-I mean, quit sneakin' up on me, football head!" she shouted, her attitude completely changed.
"Helga? Is it true?"
"I-is what true?" she stammered, realizing the worst. He had heard her confession.
"You know, what you said? That you…um…love me?"
"I…well, um…I…" she said, as she desperately thought of a way to escape.
"Criminy, how can I take it back? He already heard the confession!" she thought to herself.
"Well?" Arnold asked, once again locking eyes with her.
"I…um…guess that you could say that I like you…um…kind of," she whispered, strongly aware that her hand was still grasped in his. "I-I mean…well…would you get down?"
"I really don't need anyone to know that I'm hiding back here. You're giving me away. Get down!" she exclaimed, as she jerked him down with her hand.
"Ow! You didn't have to pull so hard!" he exclaimed, as he landed right in front of her.
"Sorry." She suddenly found a bottle cap on the ground very interesting.
"So, why are you hiding behind here anyway?"
"I thought you already figured that out."
"So, you actually love me?"
"Doi! Of course I love you! How could I not? You're wonderfully perfect in everyway possible! I've loved you ever since the first time I saw you, which was all the way in preschool! I've loved you for six of my nine years! I-I…criminy, did I just say what I think I said?"
"Um…yeah." Arnold paused. "Wow. This is a lot to take in. I don't know what to say."
"Don't play with me, Arnold. I know exactly what you're gonna say. 'I like Li-la, not you. Why would I like you anyway? You're always mean. Blah, blah, blah.' I don't even know why I told you anything. It's not like it makes any difference. You-you hate me." At this her eyes filled with tears, which she tried hard not to let Arnold see, but to no avail.
"Helga?" Arnold said softly, as he tilted her face towards his, "Don't cry. I never said that. I would never dream of saying that. How could I ever say that to someone like you?"
She looked at him with questioning eyes. "I don't get it."
"Maybe this will make you understand." At this he closed his eyes, and leaned in closer to her.
"Oh, my gosh, he's going to kiss me. I'm going to die," Helga thought, as she too closed her eyes.
By now they were only a couple inches from each other. They leaned in closer and closer and-