Here we go, everyone. Part three! A totally unplanned part three! I expected this to be short and sweet...but such a case is not happening here.

So, without any further ado, let's enjoy Beaned 2! Part three. :D

Oh yes, and the Shakespeare Sonnet is indeed real...it's sonnet 104, and I had a copy of some of them from my English class. XD

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"Okay, Arnold, time to get to work!" Helga announced, placing his book on his desk. "We gotta study these Shakespeare Sonnets. Think you can read it?"

"I can definitely try, Hannah." Arnold smiled, still feigning his amnesia. He took the book from her and started to read it very badly. "To me fair friend...Ah yet doth beauty like a dial hand...no pace perceived...old be can never you..."

Helga shook her head and sighed, taking the book from him. "I think you'd better leave the reading to me."

"Okay! Read it to me, Hilda."

Way to go, Arnold. You went and called her by that name you had for her in that dream. You stink sometimes, football head. He thought. Heck, why don't you just go ahead and start dancing like an idiot and calling her Olga?

"Helga, sweetie." Helga said, and sat her chair in front of his desk, taking the book and reading the aforementioned Shakespeare sonnet. She cleared her throat and recited it aloud to him, quite passionately.

"To me fair friend you never can be old

For as you were when first your eye I eyed

Such seems your beauty still: three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons I have seen

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned

Since first I saw you fresh yet are green

Ah yet doth beauty like a dial hand

Steal from his figure, and no place perceived

So your sweet hue, which methinks doth stand

Hath motion, mine eye may be deceived

For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred

Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead."

For a few moments, Arnold was, needless to say, taken aback. Although it was to be expected from William Shakespeare and his amazing writing, but hearing them come out from her mouth in such a deep, passionate way, as if she were in character of someone reciting it to someone special. It was almost as if she'd written it herself, given her amazing talent with poetry.

"Well? What'd you think? Ol' Will sure did outdo himself with these!" Helga said as if nothing had happened.

"Huh? Oh...uh...it was nice, really nice, Helena." It was beautiful, really.

"Bonham-Carter, I hope!" Helga added in, snickering.

At this, Arnold grinned and joined her in laughing, neither of them caring about their classmates now staring at them weirdly.

--

"Arnold...what are you doing?" Helga asked him, carrying too trays as she came up to him.

"What is this clear glass thing showing us the outside and yet still separating us from it?" Arnold asked, still feigning amnesia.

"Football head...it's called a window. Now c'mon, push the door so we can go outside."

"Push...oh yeah, push!" Arnold pushed the door open, and let her through.

"C'mon, I know where we can go eat lunch in private." The pigtailed girl said, and Arnold followed after her.

Wow, this is major deja-vu from the time SHE had amnesia. Arnold thought.

Wow, major deja-vu from the time I was the one with amnesia! Helga thought.

Near the back corner of the playground, the two sat on a bench and started to eat. Or rather, Helga did, and to continue feigning amnesia, Arnold just stared down at the food on the tray.

"Arnold, eat it!" Helga said.

"Oh, right." Arnold took a spoon and was about to dip it into the applesauce.

"Well hey, looks like you're doing something right for a change! You're holding the spoon correctly." Helga smirked lightly. "Guess you remember how."

"Uh...no I don't!" Arnold took the spoon, now dipped in applesauce, and splattered it on his face.

"Arnold...." Helga sounded a little irritated, but she smiled anyway. "C'mere, football head, I'll feed you. Sheesh, you get more of your food ON you, than IN you!"

"Sorry, Hilary." Arnold said, giving her doggy eyes. What am I doing?!

Helga blinked at seeing those beautiful green eyes of his making the begging, hard to resist doe eyes. Instantly she melted and and smiled lovingly at him. She was way too crazy about him to stay mad for long.

"Aww...who knew you could do that..." She mused, and started to spoon feed the applesauce to him.

Okay, I feel kind of silly, but this really isn't so bad. Especially since Helga's being so nice for a change. And that kiss she gave me earlier... Gosh, I really have a lot to think about. I don't know, I think I'm really starting to like her...well, like her like her...

"Helga!" Gerald called as he came over to them. "Can I borrow Arnold a minute?"

Helga scowled a little, angered at how someone dared take her precious beloved away. "Fine, whatever, Geraldo."

"C'mon then Arnold! Let's go...read! You know, in the library! Where all the books are!"

"Um, sure thing...uh...Gary."

Arnold was then dragged away by Gerald, much to Helga's dismay. Once they were gone and out of earshot, Helga quickly slipped behind some trashcans and took out her locket.

"Oh Arnold my love, how your amnesia has struck a tragic chord on your life! And mine as well...though I can express myself freely to you, kiss you, and shower you with the love and devotion I hold that you deserve...alas, you are not the same Arnold receiving it! Oh my love...will I ever have my dear Arnold back? Will I be forever bound to accept this new Arnold?" She moaned in sadness.

She sighed, running her finger along his picture.

"I love you, Arnold...and I should do the right thing...I should see that you are set free and back to your old self! Your kind, loving, sweet, caring, gentle, helpful, wonderful self! Only then can I soon come to terms and express my love for you! But how to do it...how can I bonk Arnold on the head and make it look like it was an accident, but without hurting him too much?"

Wheeze....Wheeze....Wheeze....Wheeze...Wheeze...

Helga immediately frowned, her fist coming up and backhanding Brainy in the face, making him fall to the ground. She pocketed her locket and returned to where she was sitting, thinking over her plan.

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"Arnold, you have GOT to stop this! Helga's making you weak!" Gerald hissed to Arnold from the back of the school.

"Gerald, she's not!"

"Yes she is! Why else would even think to consider that you have feelings for her? Why? Aren't you supposed to hate her?"

"I don't hate her." Arnold said firmly, but then he softened, turning away from his best friend. "I never hated her, Gerald. Sure, I've been angry at her and annoyed, as well as impatient and all that, but I never hated her. I could never hate her."

"Why not? She certainly gives you plenty of reasons to."

"Gerald! She doesn't bully me or other people because she WANTS to! She does it because she feels she has to! She feels it's the only way she can survive in the world and be taken seriously! I know she's not like that!" Arnold yelled angrily. "She's a good person, and deep down inside, there is a girl in there who recites poetry, shows true sweetness and kindness, can have an attitude, is not afraid to stand up for herself or the people she cares about, a dreamer...and that girl is in trouble. That girl is trapped! She's begging for help, she's begging to be loved. Gerald, she...she's just lonely, okay? Whether she admits it or not, she just wants to be loved. And she deserves that." His voice was softening more and more, and his eyes gazed up at the sky. "After everything we've been through, and even today, I've thought a lot about it."

"So...you don't hate her." Gerald concluded, letting Arnold's words sink in. Then a secretive look came in his eyes as he got an idea. "You care about her a lot, don't you?"

"I do, Gerald." Arnold sighed.

"You like to see her happy."

"Of course!"

"You like spending time with her."

"Yes, I do."

"You feel nervous when you're around her."

"You don't know the half of it."

"But it's a different kind of nervous."

"Yeah, it is. I feel nervous about saying something that will hurt her feelings."

"You like making her happy."

"Of course I do, making her happy, making anyone happy, feels good!"

"You think she's cute."

"Well yeah, she's not as pretty as Ruth McDougal or Lila or even Rhonda, but she's pretty in her own way. I like how natural she can be when it comes to her looks. She's cool that way."

Gerald smiled a little, he was getting closer. Arnold didn't notice, he was too busy looking down at his shoes.

"You like her when she's nice." Gerald went on.

Arnold smiled. "I really like it when she's nice."

"So...let's think of this hypothetically, then. Say she was never a bully, not once in her life since you met her. What would happen then?"

"I would have fallen in love with her in an instant." Arnold blushed, remembering his strange dream from when he visited Arnie and he had met Hilda, who was the image of Helga without her bullying persona.

Eyebrows raised, Gerald went on.

"You've been kissed by her twice now, right?"

"Er...five times, actually."

"Five?! FIVE?!"

Uh-oh.

"You got a lot of explainin' to do, man."

"Gerald...I can't." Arnold shook his head.

"Why not? This is crucial information!"

"Not when I don't want to betray someone's trust!"

"...I knew it, I should've known." Gerald realized.

"Known what...?" Arnold asked, suddenly nervous.

"Why didn't you tell me that Helga G. Pataki was in love with you?!"

"Wait...you knew?!"

"Not at first. But sometimes I caught her makin' these eyes at you...but I figured it was just gas! And now you tell me she's kissed you other times besides the school play and last night?!"

"She did." Arnold admitted in defeat. "Back during spring break, there was this girl named Summer who I had a crush on, but Helga found out that she was just using me so that she would win the beach's sandcastle contest to get a guest-star role on an episode of the show Babewatch. She tried to tell me what Summer was doing, but I kept blowing her off and I didn't believe her. It WAS Helga, after all. But anyway, so later she runs into me again and takes me to where Summer and this guy Sandy, her boyfriend, were talking, and I overheard the entire plan and realized Helga was telling the truth. So I...well, basically told Summer to take a hike and Helga and I entered the sandcastle contest together. We made a good team, actually, and we won. So fast-forwarding, I had to pretend I was drowning and then was rescued by the lifeguards, and had to be given mouth-to-mouth, so Helga pushed the lifeguard aside and kissed me." He blushed heavily.

"Okaaaayy...." Gerald said, weirded out. "And the other three?"

"She kissed me on the rooftop of the FTI building after she told me she loved me when I found out she was actually Deep Voice all along." Arnold rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"HELGA was Deep Voice?!"

"Yeah, she was. I demanded to know why she did that, because really, if you think about it, not every nine year old girl would give up getting rich just to help a boy save the neighbourhood no matter how much she liked him."

"You sure got a point there, man. Helga ain't no ordinary girl."

"Tell me about it! And then last night, although I don't remember it, she kissed me on the lips after I apparently said I liked her. Then this morning...well, she pulled me into an alleyway and kissed me. Tongue-kissed, actually."

"TONGUE?!!? Holy moly man, what is she, thirteen!?" Gerald uttered in shock. "Helga G. Pataki of all people is in love with you and has kissed you more times than you can count?! Wow...this is crazy. I can't believe it...you got all this girl trouble and you're only nine!"

"I know I'm only nine and trust me Gerald, it IS kind of freaky. But, I can't just sit here and ignore it because of that. That's not fair to her, or to me. I want to think about how I feel about her before I come to any conclusion."

"Good call, man. Even if it IS Helga..." Gerald shook his head. "So tell me one thing, does she kiss good?"

Arnold blushed. "Well, yeah...she is a good kisser."

"So...would you do it again?"

"Er....well...I can't say I don't like kissing her. Then again, she was the one who always kissed me."

"Uh-huh...well Arnold, aside from all that thinkin' you gotta do, I think that you might need to-"

"To be the one to do the kissing?" Arnold guessed, looking a little nervous.

"Yep."

"But I don't want to do that until I know how I feel! I can't just kiss her like that and then probably later find out I don't like her that way! That's not fair to her, and I could never hurt her like that."

Gerald raised an eyebrow and smiled a little. "I think you're fallin' for her, man."

"What?! N-No, I don't know!"

"Oh come on, all the signs are there! You like spendin' time with her, you see her in a way no one else does, you take her feelings in consideration, you never hesitate to help her, you can't bring yourself to stay mad at her no matter what she does to you, you talk in that lovey-dovey voice about her, you seem to like it when she kisses you, you want to make sure you like her before you do anything else, you've hugged her, you called her pretty, you're practically swooning when she's nice to you...I could go on but I think that should do it. You're in love with her, man. Admit it."

Arnold was silent for a few moments, taking in what Gerald just told him. Of course, he was right. All the things he listed off made perfect sense. But before he had time to think of it, they were then interrupted by a soft, squeaky voice.

"Arnold...? Gerald...?"

"Phoebe!" Gerald jumped, as did Arnold, when they saw Phoebe standing there. "W-What are you doing here?"

"Helga was wondering where Arnold was and what was taking so long, so I offered to go find him." Phoebe said.

"Um...Phoebe...how much of that did you hear?" Arnold finally asked.

"Some of it." Phoebe confirmed, and crossed her arms. "So you're pretending to have amnesia, aren't you?"

Gerald looked over at Arnold, who slumped over in shame and nodded.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"...Well, when I found out what Helga did for me yesterday because of it, and how really nice and sweet she was when I saw her this morning, under the assumption I still had amnesia, I was really drawn to her and it made me want to pretend I still had it so that she would still continue being so nice. It was stupid of me to do, and I feel horrible. I'm sorry."

Phoebe, having been hard and demanding, listened to what he had to say and then softened a little as she saw the sincerity of his reasoning, no ill-intent. Of course, this was Arnold they were talking about, he didn't have a mean bone in his entire body. She now understood, and knew he deserved to be forgiven for it, even if he had a lot of explaining and apologizing to do.

"I understand, Arnold. I can understand why you would do what you could to see the nicer side of Helga." Phoebe said softly. "But I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. Arnold, you need to go and tell her the truth."

"I know." Arnold nodded. "I owe her that much."

"Say what?! She'll murder you, man!" Gerald cried.

"No, Phoebe's right. I have to tell Helga the truth." Arnold said firmly. "I can't just lie to her like this, it's wrong. I never should've done this stupid game of pretend. I'd better go find her and tell her everything." With that, he headed off back into the playground.

Gerald and Phoebe both exchanged glances, and then held each other's hands as they followed Arnold at a distance to go see how this would turn out.

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As nervous as he felt, Arnold knew he had to do this. It was the right thing to do, and he had to own up to his mistake. That part was done, but he had to make it happen. Most of all, he had to make it right.

He of course hated to make her angry, especially if it was his own fault, but he knew he had no other choice.

It was now or never.

"Um...Helga?" Arnold said as he came up to where she was sitting.

"Well! You finally remembered my name!" Helga grinned, and stood up. "What's up, Arnold?"

"Helga...I have to tell you something, and please, hear me out, okay?"

Helga's smile faded into a look of confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Helga, I...I don't have amnesia. Not right now, anyway. I did yesterday, but when I woke up this morning, I didn't have it anymore."

"What?!!? You lied to me?!" Now she was angry.

"Helga, wait! Please! Hear me out! I'm sorry!"

"Oh, I think I've heard enough...." She raised her fist and grabbed his collar. "What direction do you want your nose to face, left or right?!"

"I understand you're mad at me, and you have every right to be, but please, please just hear me out! It's all I ask! Please, Helga, I want to tell you I'm sorry!"

Helga's fist twitched a few inches from his face, her teeth gritting. Finally, she let go of him and let her arm dangle at her side.

"Fine." She sat down on the bench and crossed her ams and legs. "You have five minutes, football head."

Taking a deep breath in relief, Arnold stood back a couple of feet from where she sat, and looked her in the eye as he began to speak.

"What I did was stupid, and I should never have done that. I should've just told you from the start when I saw you this morning that I was fine. But I didn't do it because I wanted to make you my slave or get back at you."

"Then why did you?" Helga asked coldly.

"I did it because...because you were nice."

"What?!" Now she was angry AND confused.

"Helga, Grandpa told me what you did for me yesterday, and then this morning when I came out and saw you at the front of my house, you were acting so nice. Really nice. And I knew that if I told you I was fine, you would have instantly reverted back to your bullying side and then maybe even hit me with your umbrella and then storm away before I could ask to walk to school with you and thank you for what you did. So, I went and pretended I had amnesia so you'd be nice to me. ...Yes, I was fully conscious when you told me that you kissed me last night after I said I liked you, and this morning when you kissed me again and...well, all of that."

Her eyes widened with hurt, but then narrowed again in anger.

"I said I loved you...just to convince you that I was under amnesia, and believe me, I feel stupid for doing that, especially now that you know I wasn't even under amnesia. Helga...I'm so, so sorry. I know how much you love me, and I know it must hurt to hear me say such a thing. But I want you to know that I care about you, and I've been thinking a lot about what you told me back on the FTI building and this morning." He looked down at his shoes then, closing his eyes. "I'm very sorry, Helga. I really am sorry. I'll understand if you really hate me this time, and that you want to beat me up. You have every right to feel that way, and I deserve whatever you dish out at me. And again, I'm really sorry. I don't deserve your forgiveness."

Arnold flinched, standing there with his head hanging and his eyes tightly closed, awaiting to feel the wrath of Ol' Betsy and the Five Avengers, awaiting the pain. He waited, waited.

But nothing came.

Cracking an eye open, he saw Helga sitting exactly where she'd been before, only now her arms and legs were uncrossed, her hands clasped on her lap, her expression thoughtful and kind of blank.

".....Well Arnold, as much you do deserve being hit and punched by my fists...I gotta say it takes a lot of guts to have told me the truth like that. Not a lot of boys would do that, you know."

Still tense, he looked up at her. "...Yeah, I guess so."

Helga then sighed, looking down at her lap. "I uh...wouldn't have thought someone would actually go to that kind of length just to spend time with me and me being all nice and stuff. I just felt responsible, that's all. That's why I was nice."

"So you being nice and sweet, the fact I wouldn't remember it, the fact you loved me, had nothing to do with it?"

"Doi, of course it didn't! It was just a lucky coincidence!" Helga scowled.

Arnold smirked a little. "I think you did."

"I didn't!" Helga stood up then. "Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you, football head!"

"You would never hit me."

"Who says I won't!?"

"You love me."

"Love and hitting are two different things, Arnoldo."

"Please, Helga. You've been threatening to punch me since we were little, but you never carried out that threat. In fact, you most if not always say things like that but you never take action. I know you're not a violent bully for no reason, Helga. You're just insecure, you're sure no one will take you seriously if you don't act tough. ...Helga, being nice doesn't mean you have to be a throw pillow or act like Lila."

"And I NEVER will, thank you." Helga crossed her arms again.

"I don't want you to be like Lika. I want you to be you. Yourself."

"This IS myself, paste-for-brains."

"No, it's not."

"Yes it is! Deal with it!"

"You think I haven't been for the past six years? Helga, listen to me." Arnold stepped closer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You've had a lot of rough times in your life, and no one deserves that. Your parents don't help any, but I want you to know right now that it is NOT your fault. You feel that you have to be strong, forceful, a bully. You want to get others before they get you. I can understand why you feel this way and put up all these barriers to protect yourself from harm. Trust me, I know. I understand, Helga, and maybe it can't erase all the torture you have put me or anyone else through over the years, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a chance. A chance to be yourself, to face the problems in the world that come your way. You deserve a chance to move forward and make a good life for yourself. I believe in you, and I know you can do it. You just have to believe in yourself."

He looked into her eyes for a moment, and then lowered his head, sighing. His hands remained on her shoulders, and he didn't move an inch.

"Of course, I can tell you're probably ready to deny everything I just said. Go ahead, do what you want. I'm sure it's all going in one ear and out the other. But I'm not trying to tell you what to do or how to live your life. I'm trying to help you. I care about you, Helga. I care about you more than you think I do. ...I want you to be happy the most. You deserve it, and I know that if you put your mind to it, stay strong, you can accomplish anything."

She still said nothing.

"...Well, I guess I've said my piece. I'm really sorry again for tricking you like I did. I don't want to justify it, but I do want to say that I did not, and would never, do it with the intention of hurting you."

Arnold looked up at her again, and stepped a couple of inches closer to her.

"By the way, this is for you."

Standing on tiptoe, he leaned up and kissed her gently on the lips, keeping it loose but close, in case she would move away. He felt Helga stiffen for a moment, but then she brought her hands to his head, bringing him closer and kissing him back. Arnold tensed for a moment, expecting her to turn this into a passionate open-mouth kiss, but she didn't. Yes, her kiss was passionate, but it was still soft and sweet, but she held him there, prolonging the kiss. She was never known for short kisses, that was for sure.

Frankly, he wasn't complaining. He could tell she wanted this, and he had no problem fulfilling her little wish. His hands moved down to her waist, bringing her closer too. Surprisingly, he felt the need to be closer to her, to get more of a fill. He could taste the chocolate pudding and applesauce on her lips. Not bad.

For what felt like an eternity, though it was only a minute, the two of them pulled back, still embracing, eyes locked.

"...What the heck was that, football head?" Helga finally said breathlessly.

Arnold chuckled and then let go of her, taking her hand. "Let's go to class, Helga. The bell rang five minutes ago."

"Um...sure." Helga said in a small voice, allowing him to lead her toward the school.

As they walked, hand-in-hand, they glanced at each other with blushy cheeks and shy smiles, but not once did they let go of each other's hand until they reached Mr. Simmons' classroom.

"Can I walk you home after school?"

"Uh...yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat."

"I'll see you then, Hermione."

"Whatever you say, Artemis."

They grinned at each other and went into the classroom, shutting the door behind them.