Chapter Nine

I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

A/N: Very short last chapter but I didn't know how else to end it. There wasn't a point in a very long chapter when things were already said. There's an epilogue in the works but I can't promise a quick update as I'm back at school. Anyway, yeah, I forgot that Helga was allergic to strawberries. But don't worry, she doesn't die. I hope everyone enjoys. Short and sweet.

Helga held the container of strawberries and handed them over to Arnold who looked perplexed. And then it dawned on his face to which he slowly, and in complete embarrassment, plucked it out of her hands while she smirked his way. The pancakes were on their way and their coffee was being poured by a too overworked waitress in a white apron. Helga watched him put away the strawberries of which she was highly allergic to and decided not to give him too much shit.

"It's okay, I didn't die," Helga teased.

"I'm sorry," Arnold frowned. "I feel bad."

"I think you'd feel worse if I wasn't smart enough to know I'm allergic," Helga shrugged. "It's okay."

"Are you sure," he blushed. "I just wanted to make you something special."

"Well, last night was special," she bit her lip slightly. "I had an amazing time."

"Amazing enough... to do it again," he questioned softly.

"As m-many as you'd like," Helga coughed.

"Here are your pancakes," said the waitress, placing down their food in front of them. Helga took the chance to sip her coffee and grimace at the lack of taste.

"So," Arnold reached out and took her hand. "Does this mean you'll be my official girlfriend?"

"Is that what you want?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

"Well, as long as you don't keep trying to feed me strawberries," Helga blushed, brushing her hair back from her face.

"Does this mean I get to kiss you whenever I want," Arnold grinned.

"I guess," Helga smiled despite herself.

So he kissed her.