The Things We Do: PrologueHelga leapt back as her locker door was abruptly slammed in her face. Leaning against the lockers with her hand upon Helga's locker door was Rhonda Lloyd with a sly smirk on her face. "Hey, Helga," she said.
"Rhonda," Helga coolly replied. They had never really been friends and ever since they had reached high school, their polar opposite personalities had created a tense relationship between the two teen girls.
From behind her back, Rhonda whipped out a white envelope with Helga's name written upon it in elegant cursive writing. "Just wanted to invite you to my soiree this Saturday night at my home. It's going to be the party of the year, and you don't want to miss it."
Raising her eyebrow, Helga took the invite and asked, "What're you up to, bucko?" It wasn't like Rhonda to include her in social events, so this was definitely out of the ordinary.
"I figured that I'd give you a chance to prove before we graduate at the end of the year that you are, in fact, a girl!" simpered Rhonda. S
Blind Date: Time Heals AllBlearily opening her eyes, Helga looked about her room as the first rays of morning poured in from her window. She slowly sat up and clutched her head, trying to recall the events of the previous night. Once she had pulled back her covers to reveal that she was still in the same dress from last night, everything came back to her. Arnold's realization she was Cecile, their reconnection over French cuisine, the pier, that kiss It wasn't a dream at all. It had all happened and she had ran away from it due to her own insecurities. Silently cursing herself, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and leapt out.
On her way to her closet something caught Helga's eye that made her abruptly stop in her tracks. Out of her peripheral vision she had noticed that something was not quite right at her desk. Walking over towards her desk, she searched for whatever it was that had given her the feeling that something had changed. Her fingers touched the mirror that sat upon the desk as she si
Blind Date: Forgive and Forget"I'm sorry," Helga repeated as she searched Arnold's face for any signs of hostility. Arnold stared back at Helga with his emerald eyes as he mulled over what she had just said. He had known for a long time that her actions that night had been rash and that she had regretted them. In fact he had silently forgiven her in his mind a while ago, deciding to move on from the incident rather than dwell on it.
With a smile and squeeze of her hand, Arnold quietly said, "I know." A wave of relief washed over Helga as she smiled as well, knowing that Arnold had forgiven her. However, the unshakeable guilt still remained in the pit of her stomach like a rock and she didn't know if it would ever erode away. They stood in silence as they took in the moonlit ocean and the stars sparkling in the night sky above them. The sound of waves crashing beneath the pier soothed Helga's rattled nerves and made her feel more at ease with everything. She couldn't help but wonder why Arnold was so quic
Blind Date: Unspeakable NightIn record time he reached the front door of the Pataki's household. He rang the doorbell repetitively until a very annoyed Bob swung the door open. Arnold dashed in underneath his arm as Bob shouted after him, "Whattaya think you're doing?!"
"Sorry, Mr. Pataki! I gotta see Helga!" Arnold yelled back as he scrambled up the stairs. Bob just waved his hand and sauntered back into the living room to watch more of his favorite game show, figuring that the two teens could work whatever their drama was out on their own.
Once he reached the top of the stairs, he slammed Helga's door open with such force that it caused the wall to shake a little. Helga's head snapped up and she leapt off her bed as Arnold ran towards her. "Helga, I'm so so sorry! I know that I forgot your birthday and I know that I should have at least called or something! Gah, I messed up! Really messed up! How can I make this up to you?" He pleadingly looked at her as she turned away from him and looked in her mirror. She cou
Blind Date: Forget Me NotArnold snipped the ribbon and stood back to admire his handiwork. On his desk sat a pink gift bag filled with maroon tissue paper with the handles tied together by a simple pink ribbon. He liked the ribbon as it reminded him a lot of Helga's omnipresent pink bow. Today was her fourteenth birthday, and being the great friend that he was he had picked out a gift she was sure to love. A leather bound journal with gold trimmed pages that would surely be filled with her poems within a few months. She was never too keen on sharing her poems with him, and this had always been a point of confusion for him seeing as how close they were. Through this gift, he not only hoped to make her happy, but to also provide her with a vessel through which she could share her beautiful poems with him.
Snatching the bag up off his desk, he ran downstairs with his flannel shirt flying behind him. He had recently made the huge decision to flip his shirts, and now his red and yellow plaid shirt hung over his gre
Blind Date: Wounded HeartArnold and Helga walked down the street in silence. The passed by various couples, some cozied up with each other as they sauntered by and others tersely holding one another's hands and appearing as though they were only out due to tradition. These were the couples that made Helga fearful of her own romantic future as she didn't want to end up in a loveless marriage. She furrowed her brow at this thought, which Arnold noticed. "What's wrong?" he prompted.
"Huh? Oh nothing," she replied as she shifted the jacket Arnold had placed on her shoulders. She had refused his offer of his jacket once they had gotten outside of the restaurant, but he hadn't taken no for an answer. Helga wouldn't admit it, but she was pretty grateful that he had made her wear it as it was freezing. "Where're we going?"
Arnold smirked and wagged his finger, "Ah ah ah! I'm not telling! It's a surprise, remember?" Helga let out a gruff sigh before returning back to her thoughts. "I know you'll like it though."
Blind Date: Love and DeathIt was a blustery October 5th in Hillwood. Eleven-year old Arnold walked along the bridge that went over the harbor, his hands in his pockets and a solemn look upon his features. Today marked the anniversary of his parents' disappearance in San Lorenzo. They had taken off in a plane and had never been heard from or seen again. Arnold kept on holding to the belief that his parents would miraculously return to Hillwood and all would be grand and glorious. However, life was beginning to teach him that miracles don't always happen. His mind mulling over these revelations, he leaned forward on the bridge and gazed out about the harbor. He enjoyed watching the ships sail through as he liked to imagine the far off places that they would go off to and the adventures that they experienced out on the high seas. Cradling his head in his hand, he allowed his mind to wander until a pink fluttering bow caught his eye. It belonged to none other than Helga, who was sitting on the edge of the pier with
Blind Date: Starting OverHelga's heart stopped when Arnold slumped forward with his face pale as a ghost and his eyes closed. "Arnold! ARNOLD!" she cried as she launched forward with her arms outstretched. She managed to catch him just before he hit the ground and slowly lowered him down shakily, her breath catching in her throat and her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. Her head snapped up and her eyes found Jacques standing just a few feet away with a dumbfounded expression on his face. "What're you doing just standing there?! Grab that water off the table and hand it to me!" Without question he did just that then scurried off into the kitchen to grab a drink for himself to calm his nerves. Helga splashed the water in Arnold's face, who woke up sputtering and coughing. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back against the planter with her hand on her chest wondering what she had done to shock him so badly. "Are you are you all right?" she carefully asked as she calmed down.
Blind Date:Better Than a DreamArnold sat nervously at the table at Chez Paris, flipping through his menu and repeatedly checking his pocket watch. It was pointless to go through the menu as much as he did for he already knew what he was getting. There was only one thing at Chez Paris that he liked and that was the steak tartar, as it was the closest thing to a burger he could get there and he wasn't really into their fancy French food anyways. Glancing out the window, he saw Gerald sitting at the bench who looked over at him and shot him an encouraging thumbs up. He returned the gesture and turned to face the empty chair directly in front of him. He reminisced about his first date two years ago with Kathleen in an effort to stave off his nerves.
The date had gone incredibly well. Kathleen and him had talked the entire night away as she shared stories of her adventures in the hospital and homeless shelter as a volunteer and he had shared his own thoughts about the world and his optimistic vision of it. The entire ti