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'Mom? Pop?' a Helga and Arnold fic


chapter 1


The first bell rang at good ole' P.S. 118, and everyone rushed to class. Even though it was early in the morning, everyone was louder than a whole pack of stereos on high.

"Now class! Settle down class!" Mr. Simmens called over the crowd. Everyone shushed up and listened. A few spit balls hit Arnold in the back of the head. He sighed. *If only Helga gave herself a chance to be nicer.* he thought.

"Now you all have a new assignment." Mr. Simmens continued. "It will be a partner, co-ed project. You will both have a chance to learn about each other's families, and make a time line of your family history." Arnold clicked his pen. Then again. Then again. Helga's eyes lit up. *Please be Arnold. Please be Arnold.* she thought.

Simmens picked up his clipboard. "You will have one period to talk about when you will meet. Let's start. Hm. Gerald and Phoebe, Harold and Rhonda, Curly and Lila, Nadine and Eugene,." He paused. "Hm. that's funny. I forgot to mark Arnold's partner. Well let's see then." Mr. Simmens scanned around the room and stopped at Helga. "Arnold and Helga." Helga stopped dead. Arnold rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. Before Helga could react, the bell rung and everyone got up. "Huh. I guess we don't have as much time as I thought we did! Class dismissed!" Mr. Simmens opened the door and let everyone out. Helga let out a sigh. "Saved by the bell." She murmured.

After school, Helga and Phoebe were taking books out of their lockers to take home. "So what's the scoop on tall hair boy? Drivin' you crazy yet?" Helga slammed her locker door.

"Actually Helga, Gerald is being quite nice about it. I'm meeting him after school." Phoebe replied. "What about Arnold?"

"Didn't talk to him yet, and don't intend to. It's bad enough I got teamed up with football head."

"Well you do have top do the assignment together."

"We'll figure something out. I'll do mine, he does his, never have to see each other once."

Just then, Helga turned around and bumped right into Arnold, causing him to fall over.

"Watch where you're going!" Helga said, getting up.

"Why don't YOU watch where you're going?" he mumbled.

"What was that Arneldo?!"

"Uh sorry Helga." He said, standing up. "Look, about this project thing, stop by my place at 4 and we'll talk."

"Why should I football head?"

"If we wanna ace it then we need to actually do the project." And with that, he left.

As soon as she left the building, Helga ran into her usual alley and took out her locket. But this time, she wasn't her usual hyper, Arnold-worshiper self. "What will he talk about? He'll certainly try to keep off the subject of his parents. What am I sopped to do?" Helga looked at her watch. 3:45. "What if he does talk about them though? I guess he'd probably cry. But then again, not in front of me. He'd probably think I'd make a laughing stock of it." Helga sighed and picked up her books. "Better leave if I'm gonna get there on time." And with that, she left.

"OH! You must be Arnold's little friend! Right this way." Grandpa led Helga up to the staircase. "There ya go! Right up those stairs." Helga walked up, and before she even knocked, Arnold opened it. "Hey Helga. Come on in."

Helga walked in and sat herself on the couch. Arnold took the desk chair and organized a few papers. "So where do we start?"

"How should I know?!"

"Look Helga. I know you hate doing this with me, and to tell you the truth, it's no day at the beach for me either, but we need to work together. Remember that dumb egg project we did?"

"THAT was as dumb as they come football head!"

"Whatever. Point is, we aced that project. And if we can survive that, we can survive this. Why don't you start?" Arnold looked at Helga.

"Um. um. well actually." Helga blushed.


"Uh. I. don't have anything with me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Uh. why not you go first?"

"Whatever. We'll start with my great- great- great- great- great- great- great-grandpa." Arnold sighed, opening a photo album.

Two hours later, they were both still there, Helga listening to Arnold's lecture on his great- great-grandmother. But among the black-and-white photos was a color picture, in perfect condition. Helga stared at it. Arnold's voice started to fade out. *his parents?* she questioned. And it faded in reality when her finger dropped on the picture. "Who's that?"

"Uh. No one special."


"Nobody." Arnold reached up and quickly wiped a tear from his eye. Helga felt so guilty for bringing it up.

"Should we call it a night?"

Arnold nodded, handing Helga her books. "Thanks for coming. Tomorrow at 4?"

"How about right after school?"

"Sure." Arnold looked up at Helga. *Why's she being so nice all of a sudden?* He looked into her eyes. She closed them, trying to shut him out of her mind. He shook his head. "I gotta go." She said. "Bye."

"See ya."

Helga turned around and ran out of his room. She sighed and walked home. Meanwhile, Arnold picked up that color photo and held it close to him, trying not to let those rivers in his eyes break free.


I know: bad so far. But I promise I got a REALLY REALLY good idea!!!!!! Please review!!