Keeping the Peace
Arnold Shortman was never one to mince words. Actually, quite the opposite. He was the one to mend words. Put a little Band-Aid on a problem, if one needed one. He has helped everyone out when they needed him, accept Helga. Helga Geraldine Pataki was one of the most hard to reach people for Arnold. She was a rough and tough bully on the outside, but a poetic soul on the inside. She never let anyone see that side of her. Even Arnold had to watch for it, but she always seemed to lose whatever sort of fence she put up to keep others out when the two were alone together.
Arnold sat in his room, listening to cool jazz, and enjoying a chocolate bar. He was sort of bored, but after having to carry Harold on his back, because the arm-wrestling king had another heat stroke, to the hospital, he was more than happy to relax and rest his sore back. His CD had ended and he was about to change it, when he heard a tap sound coming from his skylight. When he turned, thinking it was a woodpecker, he saw Helga. Helga was sitting on her knees, looking at Arnold.
"Helga?!" Arnold shouted/asked.
On the other side of the glass, all Helga had heard was, "lga?!"
"What?!" Helga shouted. By this time Arnold had moved to the opening in his skylight and lifted up the glass 'door'.
"Helga, what are you doing on my roof?" Arnold questioned.
"Can't I come over and see you once in a while?" Helga asked.
"Yes, you can, but you could've used the door." Arnold told her.
"I know, but I decided to climb up your fire escape and tap on your window, so I wouldn't look weird." Helga said, humorously.
She has the weirdest sense of humor. Arnold thought.
"Alright, come on in." Arnold stated.
"Thanks, football-head." Helga stated.
When they got down and they sat down, Arnold really didn't know what to do. This was the first time she's been over here (as he thought).
"So football-head, what do you do for fun around here?" Helga asked.
"Well, I could turn on some movies. Would you like to see a movie?" Arnold asked.
"Sure, why not." Helga stated.
Arnold had turned on his hidden T.V. that was behind the wall next to the closet.
"Where did you get all this stuff?" Helga asked.
"You would be surprised what you find in as old as this. That and, one of the borders for a while back was an engineering technician. He got free rent for a year for designing my room." Arnold explained.
"I wish I could live here. It sounds like fun." Helga stated. Arnold could feel her fence coming down. She was becoming herself, and truth be told, Arnold liked this side of her.
After a while of watching movie after movie, it was getting dark.
"Well Arnold it's been fun, but I have to go." She walked towards the skylight.
"Helga, why don't you use the door?" Arnold asked.
"I like walking down a fire escape. You should try it sometime."
After Helga left, Arnold said out load, "Alright, I will."
"Hey, Shortman, what are you doing up here?" Grandpa suddenly shouted from down stairs.
"Nothing Grandpa, just keeping the peace." Arnold smiled.
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