Alright y'all, don't kill me, pleaaase. I KNOW I've been neglecting my stories. But I think I've found inspiration once more. And I'm going to start here, then go back and update till my fingers fall off… least that's the plan, unless real life gets in my way, AGAIN. Let's hope for the best, hmm? So, now to the story.

I don't own Hey Arnold….if I did, well, first of all that damn movie would have been made….anyway…..

Helga POV

I woke up to my alarm and to the sound of screaming. Crimeny, what is going on now? I get up and out of bed and go downstairs. I'm walking into the living room when I hear Bob.

"…..all of it, Miriam! Dammit, I thought we talked about this! What happened to turning it all around? What happened to wanting more?"

"I know Bob….it's just…. I love my….smoothies" I heard my mother whine. I rub the sleep out of my eyes as I approach them.

"What's going on?" I mumble.

"Nothing Ol- Helga, your mother just seems to have another headache, and needs another smoothie. You know how it helps her," was my dad's response. Yea, right, I knew all about Miriam's "smoothies". She always loves to have then with her friend Jack, and sometimes dear Captain Morgan.

"Uh huh, smoothies…..sure, and I'm a flying toaster," was what I said, telling them I didn't believe a damn word they said. Bob cleared his throat.

"Well…yea. So, you ready to go back to school today? It's your senior year, I….I'm proud of you, Helga," my dad suddenly got this really weird look on his face, one I've only seen when he talks to or about Olga. Never me.

"Gee, thanks…dad. And yea, I'm feeling pretty good about today. It's a new year," I said with a small smile. My last new year, at that, my last chance…for a lot of things. Especially considering some new developments. The moment past, and my dad's eyes clouded over as he remembered what brought us here in the first place. He turned to my mom.

"I mean it, Miriam. This is your last chance to do it on your own, or drastic measures will be taken." And with that, he got his stuff together and left for work. Miriam looked down at her feet.

"Well…have a good day at school honey. I…I'm going to go lay down for a while." She proceeded to walk around me and up the stairs. I sighed. I worry so much about here every day, it hurts…I shook the thoughts from my head, and went to get breakfast and get ready.


I went to school on my own today, since Phoebe had to get there early because she had an issue with her schedule. So far, this hasn't been an impressive start to my senior year. At least I'll surprise some people, since I let Olga give me a makeover yesterday. I didn't change much, but I was getting sick of that unibrow and the pink…so much pink….but until Olga showed me, I didn't know what else would look good on me. I also didn't know that Olga had a unibrow when she was younger, too. Those were some pretty fucking weird pictures, but we had a good laugh about it. I'm just glad she and I have gotten closer over the years. I couldn't have had the courage to come up with the plan I have if it wasn't for her. I walked to my locker. I opened it and started setting it up with things for the new school year. I smiled as I looked at a picture, thinking of the awesome summer I've had. I couldn't wait to see my best friend.

"Wow, no pink? I gotta say, I like the change Helga. Looks good," the aforementioned best friend said from behind me.

"Football head!" I squealed, turning around and giving him a hug. He picked me up and spun me around. I laughed. "Don't do that again, or else…." I said, trying to scowl.

"Uh huh, whatever you say, Helga," he said from about 3 inches above me. I raised an eyebrow at him, smirking. To this day, that fact that I'm in this position with Arnold still surprises me. Olga hasn't been the only person I've gotten closer to over the years. First with finding his parents in San Lorenzo, he was really grateful for that, and started to take my shit more, even slinging insults back at me. Nothing hurtful and it eventually just became friendly banter. Then, there were the times where I had to stay at the boarding house because Miriam was in the hospital for "exhaustion" and Bob stayed with her. Olga was a few states away, and I couldn't go to Phoebe's all the time, especially over some of the holidays. Finally, we are at this point because Gerald and Phoebe started dating in the 10th grade, and are still going strong. It even got to the point where we shared a drunken kiss under the mistletoe last Christmas. All I remember is blonde hair and lips. I'm not even sure if Arnold remembers ANY of it. I'd be surprised if he did, considering how messed up we both were. I only remembered because I'm still gaga for the man.

"Yea, it is whatever I say, bucko," I say, slapping him lightly. He caught my hand as I drew it back, holding it and swinging it between us. Oh, did I forget to mention how affectionate we've become with each other? It's pretty awesome. I smiled and turned around, heading to homeroom with him.

"I meant what I said before, by the way. You look amazing, just so you know," he told me. I looked over, suddenly feeling my heart beat a little faster. As I did this, I saw red creep up his cheeks.

"Arnold Shortman, are you blushing? Because of me?" I gasped teasing him. He just got redder, and didn't say anything. He did tighten his hold on my hand, though. My brow furrowed in worry. "Hey…you ok? I was just teasing Arnaldo, I know you don't think of me like that. You were probably thinking of Taylor Swift or something," I said, attempting to lighten the mood. He just kept looking at his shoes. Wow…ok…. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Yo, football head!" he finally looked at me.

"Hmm?" he responded. Well, at least that's better than silence.

"I asked if you were ok. You complimented me, and then went into a red - faced trance. Hell, I thought you could've been having a stroke. Oh crap, you're not, are you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No Helga, I'm fine, I just got lost inside my own head. But you brought me back, like always. I like coming back to you," he said, reaching up and stroking my cheek. Well, this was different than what I was used to. Of course, this also happened a few times over the summer. Arnold would go all quiet, and then come back with a goofy look on his face. The he would usually either give me a long hug, or start stroking my arm. This is the first time it's my cheek, and he's said something. I thought it was Lila he was thinking about, but they broke up two weeks ago, after dating for only a few months. So now, I don't know what's going on with him, but I kind of like it. I took his hand and held it to my face.

"I'll always bring you back, Arnold. That's why we're here, to keep each other grounded. I'm less insane and aggressive around you, you know," he laughed as I let our hands slide down and off my face.

"I guess you're right, huh? Though, you know….insanity can be hot," he said with a wink. Then he let go of my hand, and went into the bathroom. I blinked. WHAT did he just say?

THERE! A new story. And new updates are next, I SWEAR. I'll do one tomorrow for sure. At least that's the plan. Fingers crossed! And PLEAAAASE review, it'll give me the courage to do said updating. Come on, be the wizard to my lion lol. Till next time – K ;)