Once I got back home from the movie, I started thinking: Why was Arnold SMILING? I think he knows what he and Helga did. I'm pretty sure Arnold will love Helga eventually...it always happens. ^_^; It's too cliche.
And if Arnold has too much of a big vocabulary for a fourth grader, tell me. It's been a while since I was nine, plus, he seems much older and mature than most his age anyway. There are spoilers for anyone that hasn't seen the movie yet. The show doesn't belong to me. Also, you'll see some Smashing Pumpkins lyrics floating around. ^_^ I'm completely obsessed with their songs. Those lyrics belong to them.
Anyway, read and enjoy! ^_^ I've been working on this since the movie came out, and it is complete. I hope you like it. This was to help me get over my writer's block, and I feel a bit confident over this.

Nothing left to say
And all I've left to do
Is run away from you
And she led me on, down
With secrets I can't keep...
- Soma

I wake up. Another morning, but this time, one that I thank for. It's all over now. We got back our neighborhood. I breathe a sigh of relief and smile. Sitting up, I notice that I woke up an hour before the alarm. I take that time to think of everything that happened just yesterday.
And that scenario on the roof.
Helga was desperately trying to lie to me, saying how she never meant it. I knew she would do it, knew that she would try to take it all back. I knew exactly what she would say. After all, I've known her since--when? Preschool? But she revealed everything to me up there, something I know she's never really done to anyone, not even Phoebe. She even kissed me. It sounds cliched, but that really took my breath away. I would've returned it, had the neighborhood not depended on me. Now when I think about it...it was my fault that she ended up denying it in the end.
Sure, we got it back. But now...I still feel empty. I don't know what it is, but I know it has to do with what happened. I remember smiling at the end...I know that it wasn't the craziness of the situation. Touching my lips for what seems like the thousandth time since it ended, I close my eyes. It was my fault. I could've just told Helga...could've just said it. I think that marriage thing warped my mind. After that dream ended, I remembered how....warm a feeling I felt. And it was even more after...
What's going on? I feel it again.
It wasn't like what it was with Lila...it didn't feel like this. I smile. It feels...nice, in a weird way. Thinking of what happened, all those times when Helga actually managed to show who she really was. And all those times she kissed me...sometimes longer than need be. Maybe...I'll talk to her today. Yeah, I think I should.
Figuring that it wouldn't hurt to get ready for school early, I put on my usual clothes on, anticipating for school to begin already. To see Helga--what is wrong with me? But the more I think of her....the warmer it feels...almost like a pleasant fluttery feeling. Once I got dressed, I layed in my bed, hoping to get another half hour of sleep in. But the more I think of her, the harder it is to sleep. I even think I could see her shape in the morning clouds... Am I going crazy again?

I walk inside P.S. 118, hoping to catch a glimpse of Helga. But she's nowhere. Thoughts cloud inside my head. What if it's her that's feeling guilty over what happened? What if she's sick? What if--

"Arnold, man, are you feeling alright?" Gerald's voice brings me out of thought.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"You've been like this ever since we left the boarding house. What are you thinking of?"

"Nothing...just how...we almost lost the neighborhood, that's all." I lie.

"Well, we saved it, didn't we? There's no need to think about how we almost lost it. Are you becoming all..."

"Pessimistic?" Gerald has a confused look on his face.

"Where do you COME UP with these words?"

"I don't know. I read a lot, I guess."

I was so caught up in my thoughts and Gerald that I didn't notice we were already in the classroom. I look around. Everyone's there, talking loudly about what happened yesterday and how me and Gerald saved the neighborhood, occasionally looking at us. Yeah, everyone's there...except Helga. Where could she be?

"There you go again, Arnold, spacing out. Are you sure you're okay?" said Gerald, concerned.

"I'm okay. I've just been thinking a lot." I say, staring at Helga's empty desk. I glance at Phoebe, who seemed worried too.

"Phoebe?" Wouldn't hurt to ask her.

"Yes, Arnold?"

"Do you know where Helga is?" She bit her lip, as though trying to think of something.

"I...I don't know. We were supposed to meet at the bus stop today, but she never came."

"Arnold, first you're spacing out, now you're wondering where Helga Pataki is? What's going on?" says Gerald.


"And another thing. You never told me how Helga ended up with you, much less why."

"It's a long story, Gerald..." The bell rang as Mr. Simmons stood in front of the class.

"Now, class, before I start, I want all of us to thank Arnold and Gerald for saving our neighborhood from being demolished. They're both very special, and deserve our special thanks!"

Everyone was clapping for us. They mentioned me and Gerald...but they don't know that if it wasn't for Helga, we wouldn't have saved it. She helped us the entire way...
All of a sudden, as though mentioning her, Helga walks in. She looks depressed, as though she hadn't slept at all last night. Strangely enough, her usual pigtails were gone, and her hair was loose (she looks so pretty that way--what?). She glances at me once, an empty look in her eyes as she sits down in front of Phoebe.

"Helga, where have you been? I was waiting for you at the bus stop. Are you well?" whispers Phoebe.

"I'm fine, Phoebe." says Helga, almost emotionlessly.

"Is it...ice cream, Helga?"

"I guess so."

Ice cream. Does Phoebe mean me?

Time for recess. Everyone runs to the playground, all except me and Helga. Gerald went with Phoebe to talk about all that happened (and possibly what I'm not telling him). Seeing that the hallway's cleared, I begin to make my move.

"Hey.....Helga....?" I falter, little by little. What's wrong with me?

"What do YOU want, Arnoldo?" She tries her hardest not to look at me.

"Helga...are....are you okay?" Why is this so hard now?

"I'm fine, Football Head. Now leave me alone."

"You just look...out of it."

"Look, would you just LEAVE ME ALONE? I'm OKAY." I think I just heard a choke in her voice...

"...this has to do with yesterday, doesn't it, Helga?"

"ARE YOU DEAF?! LEAVE.ME.ALONE! I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOUR HELP, OKAY?!" With that, she ran outside.

...I chased her away again.

I layed on my bed that night. I don't know what to do now. Helga won't talk to me, so now I know it must be me. For a moment, I caught sight of the full moon as it descended into the night clouds. I feel so worn out from everything today. I can hear something, some type of soft music, some type of silent poetry.

*close your eyes and sleep
don't wait up for me*

I stand in a meadow, taking notice that it was the middle of the night. How did I get here?
Looking around, I catch a glimpse of pink and blonde. Suddenly, I look into pools of blue. Helga stood there, the moonlight brightening the blue of her eyes.

"I didn't mean it." she says, breaking the silence.

"Please don't lie to me, Helga. Tell me the truth."

"That is the truth!" She turns her head away from me. I go closer to her.

"Why can't you tell me?" Silence.

"Because I'm afraid, Arnoldo."

"Afraid of what?"

She looks at me, her eyes filled with something I can't identify.

"I...I don't know." As though her legs became weak or something, she falls on her knees.

I have this sudden urge to hold her...comfort her...kiss her.....
And suddenly, by some sort of instinct, I do. I wrap my arms around her, and reluctantly, she lays her head on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't be afraid, Helga." She looks at me, and I easily feel like I'm drowning in her blue eyes.

"Why not?" she whispers.

"Because...I won't hurt you."

Closing my eyes, I kiss her. The warmth I always feel rushes through me, a new excitement I never knew before. All I know is that I don't want it to end. I want it to last forever.

"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!" The alarm clock. I slapped it with my hand, wishing I could go back to the dream...back to Helga...
Was I in love with her? No, I'm sure that's not it.
Going through my normal routine, continuous thoughts run through my head. Could I possibly like like Helga Pataki? Maybe even...love? Then some part of me still screams
"Impossible! It's probably the other day that's making you go crazy."
But that dream...
* = From the song "Soma".