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Title: Just Being Nice
Fandom: Hey Arnold!
Pairing: Arnold x Helga G. Pataki
Notes:  I like Hey Arnold!, and I love Helga G. Pataki to distraction. :D 

Pigging out on potato chips and ice cream while listening to a late-night love advice program is not the best way to spend my Friday night.

But of course, even a not-so-perfect night has to be ruined by someone else. In my case, it's the Beeper King.

"GIRL! TURN OFF THAT STUPID LIGHT AND GO TO SLEEP ALREADY! IT'S NIGHT, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!"

"YEAH, BOB!" I yelled back, muttering curses under my breath.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't in the habit of listening to sickening love advice. Helga G. Pataki wasn't a softy when it comes to love; proofs of that would be the evil plots that I planned and acted on for the sake of being with Arnold.

Yet, love is a strange thing, and the whole mystery of it escapes even the smartest person in the world: my best friend Phoebe Heyerdahl. Not even books can shed a light on my problem, so I got stuck to listening to this dumb DJ ladling out advice to the lovelorn and heartbroken like macaroni soup.

"And now...our next caller is a certain girl from Wayside Street. Tell us your story, Miss Doris."

"Well...I was at our usual restaurant waiting for him. Then all of a sudden, I saw him enter with another woman! And they were French kissing!"

I cackled. This Doris was so pathetic!

This stupid program is not helping. So I instead replayed in my mind what happened yesterday.


"Watch out!"

I didn't notice that I slipped on a fruit peel, and I could have fallen if not for him catching me in time.

"Helga? Are you all right?"

Time was lost, and all I could do was to stare back at the most gorgeous pair of green eyes in the whole world that could only belong to one person...the love of my life.

It was the perfect time for a kiss. He was holding me close to him, and I could feel his breath on my face---

"Hey Arnold!" Pink Boy's irritating voice called out.

My mind snapped back to reality.

I pushed Arnold away from me. "Buzz off, Arnoldo. Get your geeky hands off me."

Arnold was hurt at my ingratitude; I could see it in his face. But there were a lot of people, and if I'm nice I'll going to lose face as Helga G. Pataki.

"Helga?" Phoebe worriedly ran to me. "How are you feeling?"

"I felt humiliated just being near someone so utterly dorky." I sneered. From the corner of my eye, I saw Arnold walk away silently.

I'm sorry, Arnold
.


"There's this girl. She's nice and sweet, but she doesn't like me like me. And one day, I nearly slipped on a banana peel...and she helped me! I was wondering if she had some feelings for me..."

"It seems that you are confusing romance for friendship!"

"Uhm, but...you see...we're not friends---"

"Oh...so you like her a lot, and yet you keep a hateful facade against her?"

"I'm the school bully. What can I do?"

Interesting. I leaned forward to hear what the DJ would say.

"The solution is a very simple one. Go ask her."

"Ask her plain and simple if she likes me likes me?"

"Only the truth will set you free. You told me that you have to pretend that you don't like her, but you want to know if she likes you back as well. Then, you should ask her if she does. From there, you can decide on what you'll do next."


"Arnoldo!"

"Do you need anything?"

"Well, I..." I was at a loss for words.

You are confusing romance for friendship...

Only the truth will set you free.

From there, you can decide on what you'll do next.


"Uhm...I..."

He half-smiled, waiting patiently.

"Uhm...I just want to ask about yesterday...if---"

"Arnold! It's ever so kind of you to invite me." Lila Sawyer's familiarly annoying voice interrupted my speech. I wanted to strange that little she-devil, but I couldn't do that in front of Arnold, could I? So I just growled mentally.

"I have to go." Arnold smiled. "And about yesterday, I'm glad you didn't get hurt."

"Wait! I just want to thank you---"

"You're welcome." He walked away from me to go to Lila, who was standing nearby.


And so that was that.

I love Arnold, but he didn't have any feelings for me.

I misread his action yesterday. It wasn't because he cared for me as someone very special, but because he cared for me as his normal Arnold self.

He was just being nice.
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