[A/N: So it turns out, this is the last chapter! I misjudged the timeline for my story and it seemed to end perfectly this way. I hope you guys like it! I don't know if its as epic as I wanted it to be but it's definitely fluffy :) Thanks for much for supporting me in my writing!]

The next morning, Arnold was lying in his bed, arms crossed behind his head, gazing up through his sunroof. He watched the clouds roll by and in each one, he saw Helga.

They'd had an amazing night and a lovesick smile was plastered on his face as he ran through his memories. Yet, it still felt incomplete.

His daydreams were interrupted by a phone call from Gerald. He lazily crawled out of his bed and over to the phone on the table by his couch.


"Hey man!" Gerald's voice was drenched in curiosity. "So, what happened last night with you and Helga? I tried to tell Phoebe that you guys were fine but –"

"It's okay," Arnold sat down on the couch. "Don't worry about it. But yeah, it was…" Arnold's face melted into a dreamy expression. "…incredible…"

"Alright, well spare me the details, my brother. But I take it you told her how you felt? That you looove her?" Gerald laughed lightly.

When Arnold hesitated, he took that as a 'no'.

"Aw man, are you kidding me? Wasn't that the whole point?" Gerald slapped a hand to his forehead in exasperation.

"We talked about a lot of other stuff… we just didn't exactly say… certain things,"

"Do you ever plan on telling her how you feel?"

"Well, I guess… yeah," Arnold pushed an unruly lock of hair out of his face as he slouched back on the couch. "I'm just not exactly sure what to say… I mean, I know what I want to say but I don't know how to say it,"

Gerald thought for a minute before he chuckled, having come up with an idea. "Alright, Arnold. Here's what ya gotta do…"

. . . . . . . .

Helga woke up Saturday morning in the same dress she'd worn the night before. She hadn't cared enough to change into pajamas when she got up to her room and the only item she had shed were her shoes.

She felt peaceful. Last night had been amazing and she was still in a state of disbelief over it, though she'd tried pinching herself numerous times, only to realize she wasn't dreaming.

Oh Arnold…

She rolled over to face the window, still snuggled up under her blanket.

How glorious, how romantic, how perfect a night we shared… So perfect, my heart dare say my deepest desire has come true. And yet, still I hesitate… Oh my love, give me a sign, something concrete, something I can hold on to…

Helga smiled to herself in the quiet room, her body still electrified with a sense of love-struck abandon.

The phone rang, disturbing Helga's rendezvous on cloud nine and she scowled as she picked up the receiver.


"Hi Helga, it's me,"

Helga sighed, "Hey Pheebs…"

"Helga, I am so sorry about last night! I was just really worried when you and Arnold never showed up at the dance. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important?"

No, of course not. He was just about to KISS ME!

"Just forget about it, it's fine. The whole night wasn't ruined," Helga's amorous glee returned and she couldn't contain the grin that crept onto her face.

Phoebe squealed with excitement, "Tell me what happened!"

Helga recounted the details of her date with Arnold as Phoebe listened intently.

"That sounds… incredible! Helga, I'm so happy for you!"

"Yeah, but I –" Helga was about to tell Phoebe that nothing was official between her and Arnold when the line beeped.

"Sorry, Helga. Hold on one moment; that's the other line,"

Phoebe clicked over and Helga waited, twirling the phone cord around her fingers.

How was she supposed to move forward from here? It's not like everything that happened between her and Arnold last night could be undone and they'd sort of left their relationship in a state of limbo. Things wouldn't be the same from this moment forward.

Phoebe clicked back over to Helga's line.

"I'm back! Sorry about that,"

"No worries, I think I'm gonna head downstairs and rummage for some food in this God-forsaken house, though. I'll catch you later, Pheebs,"

"Helga, before you go, are you doing anything tonight?"

Helga raised an eyebrow. "Uhh… not that I know of, why?"

Phoebe was glad Helga couldn't see her expression because her coy grin would give away the idea that Gerald had just put into her head.

"Well, I was thinking we could go to the Coco-Hut and spend time with some of our friends and classmates!"

Ever since the after-school student lounge had started opening on Saturdays, a lot more of PS 118's students had taken a liking to the idea. Between poetry readings, skits and various other performances, the Coco-Hut was a pretty entertaining place to hang out. Plus it had been a while since Helga had sat in on a show, especially after her comedy routine stint.

"Yeah, sure, what the hey - I don't have anything better to do. I'll meet ya there tonight!"

Phoebe giggled to herself as she hung up the phone, hopeful that this plan would potentially make up for interrupting such an important moment the night before.

. . . . . . . .

That evening, Helga and Phoebe sat at a table in the Coco-Hut Lounge, sipping Yahoo sodas and laughing awkwardly after Curly's bizarre interpretive ballet collaboration with Eugene. How he managed to get access to pygmy marmoset, Helga didn't even want to know.

Mr. Simmons, in an effort to foster creativity and encourage students to discover what makes them special, was still serving as host to the Coco-Hut's events.

Stepping onto the stage, he greeted the crowd. Most of their classmates were in attendance, in addition to a number of students in the lower grades whose names Helga had never bothered to learn.

"Good evening, students of PS. 118! I'm so happy to see so many of you here tonight, especially those of you from my former classes…"

. . . . . . . .

Backstage, Gerald was giving Arnold a pep talk.

"You're gonna be fine, man! I know you know this song. You sing along to it every time it comes on the radio. Just relax and focus," Gerald rubbed Arnold's shoulders as though he were preparing to enter a boxing ring.

"I know, I know," Arnold nodded but the butterflies in his stomach indicated contrary feelings. Every hair on his arms was on end and he felt his stomach clenching as he waited for his cue to walk on stage.

"And now, our very own Arnold will be delighting us with a song of his choosing!"

Arnold gulped and stepped out onto the stage, a bright spotlight blinding him so he could barely see the figures in the crowd.

Mr. Simmons smiled as he handed Arnold the microphone and walked off-stage. Arnold turned to Gerald who gave a thumbs-up sign as the instrumental music, a piano and a guitar, began to play through the speakers. Arnold caught Helga's gaze in the crowd and felt like his heart was in his throat. He took a deep breath, doing his best to calm his nerves as he began to sing.

"Shadows fill an empty heart
As love is fading,
From all the things that we are
But are not saying.
Can we see beyond the stars
And make it to the dawn?"

Helga stared wide-eyed as Arnold's voice filled the lounge. She looked over at Phoebe who was grinning ear-to-ear, barely hiding her excitement. Dumbstruck, she returned her attention to Arnold.

"Change the colors of the sky.
And open up to
The ways you made me feel alive,
The ways I loved you.
For all the things that never died,
To make it through the night,
Love will find you."

Eye contact.

Did he just make eye contact on that last part? Helga screamed at herself in her head. Her heart felt like it was spinning out of control as she watched Arnold's anxiety melt away. He became more fluid, more natural, and she felt like he was singing to her.

"What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?

The sun is breaking in your eyes
To start a new day.
This broken heart can still survive
With a touch of your grace.
Shadows fade into the light.
I am by your side,
Where love will find you."

That was definitely eye contact! Helga leaned against the table, holding her face in her hands as she tried to hide her reddening cheeks.

As Arnold sang the chorus once again, he found himself staring directly at Helga. With the spotlight shining on him, it was easy for forget that there were so many other people in the room. His focus was on Helga and frankly, that was all that concerned him in that moment.

"I think he's singing to you, Helga," Phoebe elbowed Helga in the ribs and giggled.

Arnold's eyes remained locked with Helga's and her heart skipped a beat as he approached the end of the song. His gaze was focused and his gestures became more expressive, as though he were having a conversation. Helga felt frozen in place and wondered if she'd even blinked in the past few minutes.

"Now that we're here,
Now that we've come this far,
Just hold on.
There is nothing to fear,
For I am right beside you.
For all my life,
I am yours.

What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby before it's too late,
what about now?"

As the last note left the speakers, Arnold's movements slowed, his gaze still latched onto Helga's. He shook his head and returned the microphone to its stand before hopping off the stage and approaching Helga's table.

"Thank you, Arnold. That was –" Mr. Simmons had come out on stage to introduce the next performer but stopped when he realized the show didn't seem to be over quite yet.

Helga stared at Arnold, incredulous, as he stood before her, eyeing his shoes nervously.

"What did you think?" He looked up, rubbing his neck bashfully.

Helga realized her jaw had been agape and closed it, searching for words that never came.

"I…" Arnold began, pondering his own words carefully. "I wanted to let you know… how I feel…"

Helga cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance with a shaky voice. "Oh…yeah? Uhh, how is that?"

Arnold took a deep breath and squelched his nervousness before quickly leaning in close to Helga, leaving a gentle kiss on her lips.

Helga swooned. Her eyelids fluttered as she closed them, embracing the welcome warmth of his lips on hers. He lifted a hand up and rested it softly on her cheek as he pulled away, smiling and blushing profusely.

"Oooooooooooo!" Came an obnoxious, mocking chorus from the crowd.

Helga looked around, scowling and clenching her fists but Arnold put his hands over hers.

"Don't listen to them, Helga. It's okay,"

She looked back up at Arnold standing in front of her and instantly her heart melted all over again. He whispered something in her ear before taking her hand and leading her out into the hallway.

Helga's heart pounded as she waited for Arnold to initiate their next move. He pulled her over to a row of lockers and they sat down on the linoleum.

"Helga I –"

"Arnold, I love you," Helga blurted out, immediately turning away the second the last syllable left her lips. Arnold grinned.

"I know," He fidgeted with his hands as he began to ramble. "I… you… I've been trying for a long time to figure out how to tell you what I was feeling and that's why I asked you to go out with me yesterday and then I didn't get to tell you and so I got this idea and…"

"Criminy, Football-head!" Helga's voice was full of attitude, catching Arnold's attention. His shocked eyes looked up only to see her face softening into a smile. "Shut up,"

And with that she leaned in, grabbing his head as she brought her lips to his once again in a passionate kiss. Arnold's body froze in surprise at first but he quickly relaxed and reciprocated, dizzy with infatuation.

They finally released one another and Helga sighed dreamily, laying her head on Arnold's shoulder. His arms found their way around her in a warm embrace and she relaxed into him.

Arnold rested his own head against Helga's. Her hair felt soft against his cheeks and he couldn't help but feel amazed at this girl who, not so long ago, had done everything in her power to make his life a living nightmare. He always knew there was more to her, at least subconsciously. Helga was a tumultuous yet profound body of water, sometimes calm and steady at the surface, but with depths invisible to the casual observer. With every answer he managed to get from her, more questions developed and he only wanted to know more about this girl. He'd known her for almost his whole life but still he felt like he'd only begun to chip away at the iceberg, unaware of the facets of her being that dwelled beneath the surface, undetected.

Memories flashed through his head, each one revealing to him more so the subtle depths of their relationship. Every affectionate or heartfelt interaction that he'd brushed off in the past now brought a tranquil smile to his face. He knew he would cherish every moment he had with her because she meant more to him than he was even capable of understanding.

"Helga?" Arnold played with the end of one of her pigtails.


Arnold tilted her chin up to face him, "You're unforgettable,"

[A/N: The song in this chapter is "What about now" by Daughtry.

Thanks again to everyone who's been reviewing, favoriting, and following my story! I have plenty of ideas that I'm excited to flesh out once I get a break from school :) ]