Disclaimer: I think the reason it's called a fanfiction is because the FAN is writing it, not the owner. I don't own HA! Yada, yada, yada. I don't own "For You To Notice" because Dashboard Confessional does. All I own is the plot itself.
For You To Notice
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head
where I would impress you
with every single word I said.
Would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming
and you'd want to call me
And I would be there every time
you'd need me
I'd be there every time...
But for now I'll look so longingly
For you to want me, for you need me, for you to notice me
Helga Patiki sighed dreamily as the bell rang, denoting the end of the school day. She watched her classmates file out the door, each bolting for their buss. Arnold was the last to leave. He watched him stop in the doorway and turn around to face her.
"Helga? The bell rang… you can get up… school's over."
"Well… what are you waiting for?" He asked.
She caught herself just before the words 'none of your beeswax, football head!' could escape her lips. "I was just thinking. That's all."
"Now would be a good time to stop… you'll miss your bus." He reminded.
Helga checked her pockets. "Doesn't matter anyway. Miriam forgot to give me bus fare."
"She forgot to pack you lunch, too. Didn't she?" Arnold sympathized.
"Yeah… but you can trade Harold almost anything, so long as it resembles food." She reminded.
Arnold laughed, recalling what she had traded him today.
She smiled. "He's not too bright."
"How come you're being so nice to me?" He asked.
She contemplated her answer, for one not letting anger get the best of her emotions. "Because you're letting me."
Confused, Arnold took in her statement.
"I should be going… so should you… your bus is gonna leave." She said, collecting her things and running into the hallway to recover from what she had just said.
"Wait up, Helga!" He called.
She stopped dead, but unable to face him. She heard him approaching behind her. "Arnold, you missed your bus." She said, upon seeing the bus speed by through the window.
"I know. Meant to."
"Why?" She asked.
"So I could walk you home."
"Oh." Was all she managed. Inside she was swooning. Maybe he was finally beginning to notice…