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The two stood at that place for a couple of quiet seconds, not really knowing what to say, until they both started talking at the same fourth dimension.
Of grade.
"Are you lot going home n--"
"Well I better discover my--"
They stopped abruptly, looking at each other and wondering who should go first. Arnold smiled nervously and extended his hands to let her go along.
Helga's grin was no less awkward every bit she swung a thumb behind her in a pointing gesture.
"...Gonna get become my bicycle. Then…"
"Is that how you're getting home?" Arnold asked.
Helga sighed. "Until I get a automobile, information technology'due south the fastest way to school."
She began walking back towards the school to go go it.
Not having anywhere else to become, Arnold habitually followed, walking along side her as he thought about what to say.
"That'south a pretty long way though, Helga." he commented casually, "To bicycle all the way from your place."
Damn this guy. Every time he said her proper noun in that stupid low teenager Arnold vox, it sent a shiver down her spine. They were already back at the school at this point, and she was dreading the thought of them departing ways. She quickly composed herself and found her cynical response earlier he could detect.
"Well whoop-dee-friggin-doo. Judge I'll just build some muscles this yr." she shrugged, stopping at a familiar bush.
"Heh, I'yard glad I'm not the only one finding the silver lining in these situations." Arnold smiled brightly at her.
Helga was looking back at him, a dislocated expression at first, although her eyes were grinning. She quickly shook her head sarcastically and reached into the bush-league she was standing virtually.
"Yes, well… Don't become used to it. Your annoying optimism is simply as contagious as it always was, that's all."
Arnold didn't pause his sly smile every bit he watched her fish around in the bush-league.
"Whatever you lot say, Helga."
Helga groaned as she pulled something out from the bushes, and Arnold blinked at it. When she turned to face him, she was holding two pieces of what looked like a plastic bike lock.
"So tell me something then. Where'due south the silver lining now, Football Head?"
Arnold looked with genuine thwarting for Helga afterwards realizing her bike must accept been stolen. On the first day of schoolhouse, too.
Helga just looked wearied and crush down, her acrimony fizzled out to a dull hiss. He looked towards her center. The coverup makeup did a nice chore hiding the bruise, but he could still meet the swollenness backside it as he concentrated on her face up.
On the exterior, Helga seemed similar the same person he'd left two years ago. The same snide and witty conversationalist. Tough, but confident, if a little defensive. Merely behind her eyes, at that place was sadness. Some empty, hollow feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Helga, what happened to y'all while I was gone?
He wished he could just have a heart-to-heart with her and become some insight…
Suddenly, Arnold had constitute his silver lining!
"The silver lining is… is…" He started, and Helga looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
Oh this'll be adept.
"At least we tin can.. Walk habitation together?" Arnold gave a clumsy, toothy grin.
Helga's face up vicious in surprise. She took a second to process the suggestion and inwardly swooned.
Oh Arnold, you sweetness, chivalrous swain. How can I resist such a tender asking? How I've been wanting to converse with you and walk beside you like this for so long, hoping to rekindle what we once had…
Don't become also excited now Helga… You don't want to get your middle broken all over once more, do you lot?!
She internally smacked herself. In the meantime, her range of expressions irresolute was pretty impressive. At least to Arnold. He only hoped her internal conflict would end up with her saying yes.
"ALL right. Optimal Optimism King Achievement awarded. Kudos to yous, allow's go."
She turned and started for the sidewalk.
"But don't expect me to be a grand topic manufacturer or anything."
Arnold smiled, following her in his 'little lost puppy' way once more as he pulled out his new phone.
"Don't worry. You tin aid me with this! I have a lot of phone numbers to log into it."
Helga but rolled her optics. "Huzzah."
"Okay, next is," she cleared her throat, "Ms. Rhonda Wellington Lloyd."
Helga embellished her name in a fake, fancy tone to imitate Rhonda herself. Arnold was busy typing her proper noun into his contacts.
"Okay, got information technology. Number? ...And was the full name really necessary?"
"Only reading em' as I see em, bucko." Helga shoved the notebook in his face to prove him. Rhonda really had written it just like that, cursive handwriting and all.
"Wow, no kidding."
"See?" Helga said, giving him her number to jot downwardly. They both shared a small laugh at the ridiculousness, before Arnold looked at his phone again. He appeared to exist having trouble understanding something.
"What?" Helga asked.
"Uhh, it's prompting me to input some information. I'm non sure what this means." He faced the phone screen towards her.
"Oh, like shooting fish in a barrel, here I got it." She said, and Arnold willinging offered upwards his phone for her to tap around in. "You don't want all these emails sent you, uncheck, apathetic blah… yes."
She connected to tap in data into his phone. Afterward a infinitesimal or 2, he heard a sound result that sounded like a photographic camera shutter. He looked over towards her to see her apace change her expression to look back at him. She looked slightly embarrassed.
"Did you but take a moving picture?"
"Ahh no, your camera app just popped up to finalize some setting, and my finger slipped onto the button. But at least you have a neat picture of my shoes. And then there's that."
She handed the phone back to him later on that. "Alright all skillful to go. You lot tin can continue with your number logs now."
"Thanks Helga." Arnold readied his telephone for the next number as Helga thumbed through the list on his notebook again.
"Alright neeeext we got," Helga stopped for a second, "Wait, how the heck did yous get Curly'south number?"
"Um what? I didn't."
"Well it'due south in here," Helga smirked, reading the page, "Along with an arrow pointing upwards at Rhonda's number saying "you're mine now, baby"… yikes." Helga squinted at it equally Arnold was shoving his head over to run into for himself.
She felt her heart briefly imitate a butterfly wing as she could feel his hair tickle her cheek.
"That is pretty darn creepy alright." He observed, eyes wide equally he looked down at the message, and and then at Helga, who was just nodding in agreement.
He moved aside to look dorsum down at his phone as Helga's optics carefully followed him.
"So yous wanna skip this one or plug information technology in only in example?" she asked.
Arnold mused for a second. "Should I?"
"Well if you have it, you tin can at the very least ignore it if he calls you." Helga offered.
"Smart. Let's do it." Arnold pointed at her with a smile.
Helga shot him a determined, inquisitive await at his friendly gesture before she started rattling off the numbers for him.
"Alright got it. Safety measures in identify now."
He smiled a toothy grinning, and Helga was about to make fun of him for existence a dork, earlier she scanned the next name on the list.
Her expression tensed, and Arnold found his notebook slapped suddenly into his breast.
"I'm bored. You can add the residue when you get dwelling house."
Helga was of a sudden walking at a greater distance from him with her easily shoved in her pockets.
"Certain, okay." Arnold blinked as he watched her, looking down at his list and reading the adjacent name there.
Victoria "Vicki" Vanderfort
He frowned at the name as he looked back up at Helga'southward back as they walked.
"And so…" Arnold figured this was the best segway to knowing what happened that he was going to get, and he rapidly jogged a bit to catch up with her.
"What did this daughter practise to make you so.."
Helga stopped, looked dorsum at him with an an unintentional death glare, and he immediately shrunk backside her.
"...mad?"
Helga noticed his fearful expression and she instantly deflated, turning around with a sigh.
"Don't worry your pretty little football game head near information technology." Her voice trailed off, tired and weak.
Arnold titled his head, unsure of what to practice.
Would pressing the issue be good? Or would she but put up a higher wall? It was always a sticky situation with Helga. In the end, he decided to go with his 'sometime wise man' instincts.
Helga's entire body prickled when she felt his paw bear on her back, not expecting it.
"Helga, you don't have to tell me, but if you always need to get something off your chest, I'one thousand a pretty expert listener, you know.."
With her back still facing him, and her shoulders tensely raised, Helga desperately resisted the urge to swing effectually and scream at him about ever needing to vent to a stupid doof like him. She figured this was her childhood habits crawling their way back into her psychosis.
When she did turn her head to look back at him though, she just saw a concerned boy who was… shivering.
They had stopped walking after all.
Goddamnit, Arnold. Terminate being so adorably pitiful.
Helga heaved another heavy sigh and shrugged her way out of her pink jacket, tossing it effectually Arnold's shoulders, apace marching off down the sidewalk again.
"You're and then pathetic, scarecrow."
Arnold found himself slightly flustered at the gesture. (And the new nickname. How many more of these did she accept?)
Was him being cold that obvious? He was kind of embarrassed, but he slung his arms through the jacket anyhow and jogged back upwards to her. He was thankful for the additional warmth, at least.
They were both quiet for a minute earlier Helga was able to summate her words enough to speak. With a hard consume and some mental grooming to not come off as hostile, she slowly forced herself to respond.
"Anyway I… don't want to talk almost it right now... sorry."
"Oh, it's okay." Arnold said with a chip of disappointment in his voice.
"But," Helga paused, making sure non to await at him as she said, "If I do want to talk virtually it, I'll t-t-talk to you, alright?! Sheesh! At present will ya finish looking like some sort of kicked puppy already?"
Helga violently crossed her arms and looked away from him, embarrassed from the stutter. Why did she always have to do that when trying to exist nice to him?
Arnold looked over towards her with a large grinning, even though she wasn't making eye contact. He was trying not to laugh at her struggle when he answered.
"Sure Helga. I look forward to it."
Things were quiet at present, and the two of them walked adjacent for the adjacent few minutes, an internal struggle brewing within each of them.
Arnold kept staring at her paw swaying freely as she walked. His hidden wanted to reach out and grab it, remembering the feeling of property it sometimes in sixth class… when she immune information technology.
He didn't know why, it was just a nice feeling. Although for obvious reasons, he directed his eyes away from it and decided against the idea.
Helga meanwhile, was lost in her ain thoughts.
I swear this sappy football head is going to internally murder me if he keeps interim like a friggin' saint. I wish I could just grab the sucker and hug him and spill my guts to him similar the good quondam days, simply that'll probably only scare him off for adept. Perchance I'm the scarecrow here… I bet he doesn't even think of me that mode anym—
"I missed you." Arnold's vocalism of a sudden shattered Helga'due south mindful monologue similar a rock through a mirror.
Whoa what?
"Huh?" She could non procedure if she'd heard that correctly.
Arnold looked upwardly, a tinge of pink in his cheeks from having to analyze.
"I was but saying that I missed seeing y'all, while I was in San Lorenzo."
Helga's stunned, wordless reaction was not helping his confidence as he began to over-explicate.
"I hateful I missed anybody, actually! It was a great trip and I loved helping people but, I certain missed anybody dorsum here a whole lot."
Aaaand there was archetype Arnold, Helga thought, rolling her eyes as he timidly looked dorsum at her.
Typical goody-two-shoes Arnold.
He noticed the eye gyre, mentally jabbing himself for messing that up somehow. Why was it then piece of cake, yet and then difficult to talk to Helga, of all people? He just couldn't figure out how he felt about anything correct now.
"Well, anybody sure missed y'all too, Football game Head." Helga said with a hint of sarcasm, doubting his dumb ass would catch the double meaning.
Contrary to Helga's assumptions; after a couple years maturing, and because he was really paying attention, Arnold 100% caught the double meaning.
With a large confident smile, he looked over at her, then downwards at her manus, and took it gently with his ain. If this wasn't a response that he understood what she meant, then she was more than dense than he was.
He could hear Gerald'southward phonation echoing in his ears now every bit he beamed brightly at her.
"You're a bold kid, Arnold."
Well, if that didn't just virtually give her a centre assault, she didn't know what would at this signal.
Helga blinked at him, a hesitant, confused look as he held her hand every bit they walked. She wanted to scream later on seeing his stupid, ambrosial smile peering back at her, making her want to cook.
Was this actually happening? Somehow she was expecting him to plow the tables and tell her how awful she actually was so he could just rip her heart up and get it over with already.
No… why was she always expecting that Arnold would say something and so harsh similar that? This was Arnold!
Well, perhaps considering he'd been harsh similar that earlier. Helga's eyes tensed at the memory, running before her mind similar an onetime picture reel.
"You lot'll never change! Sometimes I recollect you reject to even attempt. Sometimes I wonder, why I even bother…"
Helga ground her teeth, furrowed her brow, and ripped her manus away from Arnold's grip, leaving the boy looking at her with shock.
They stood facing each other, stopped in their tracks, with Helga's furious eyes piercing daggers at him as if he'd just run over her dear pet.
"So, y'all think you can just selection correct off where you lot left off huh? Like nothing happened since y'all left? Easy peasy lemon squeezy?"
Arnold raised a paw, trying to interject, "That'southward not what I—"
"Await buster, I'm not some newspaper girlfriend you lot tin fold upwardly into some fancy origami any manner you similar, shine out all the folds and put on a pretty shelf until you come back at your convenience! Life doesn't work that way! Paper tends to fade and RIP after that long!!" Helga had her arms raised upwards loftier every bit she ranted at him, now realizing the extent of her analogy and how that must accept sounded.
Goddamnit shut up!
"Helga, I didn't hateful to imply, ahh," he was already having trouble finding the right words, feeling pressured to come up with something quickly earlier she fled again.
"I just thought that, information technology would be overnice to, I don't know—"
"Oh Salve the heroics, Arnold." Helga interrupted, unwilling for him to make excuses. If he wanted to pretend like nix happened at the end of 6th grade, he had another affair coming.
"If you thought you could just waltz dorsum into everyone'south lives and patch things back together on your first day, and so y'all're lack of reality must have gotten even worse in your absenteeism! You can't ever save everyone all the fourth dimension and play 'Super Arnold' like this is some kind of drawing! And I'one thousand not some damsel in distress you tin fix up all pretty to impress everyone with either!"
Helga took a deep jiff upon needing to catch it, panting at a very surprised looking Arnold. This was all a bit much, and she simply wanted to clamber under a rock at this indicate.
Arnold gulped, earlier very hesitantly, very carefully, choosing his side by side words.
"I dunno… I always idea I was the damsel in distress," He smiled a nervous, cheesy smile towards her, "and you were always saving me from all these crazy situations I got myself into."
Helga stared at him for a couple of seconds, then frowned, growling and throwing her artillery up again at him.
"How do you Practise that?!"
"What?!"
"Make information technology impossible to be angry at yous!"
"I'k sorry! Do you want me to call you some bad words? Would that help?"
"Not if you have to inquire permission first!" Helga screamed back at him, realizing that they were both standing in the middle of the sidewalk, yelling at the tiptop of their lungs at each other.
She could meet some people peering at them from the windows of the apartments they had stopped in front of.
Flustered, she continued walking, a bewildered Arnold briskly following.
"Helga!"
Sighing dramatically, she stopped to turn and confront him, "What?" She asked aggressively.
Arnold gulped. "Look I wasn't… I mean," he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Can we first over?"
"Start over how?" Helga had her arms crossed defensively.
"Just, this conversation?"
"...Go on."
He took another breath, and Helga could feel an old fashioned Arnold speech coming on. She held her scowl firmly, as if information technology would protect her from any oncoming heartache.
"Look, I know we had some, disagreements two years ago, and I'm really sorry that I hurt you when I left,"
"Pffftt, don't flatter yourself, I was only fine and dandy." Helga scoffed, but Arnold just ignored her.
"Just I hate the way we left things, and I feel actually bad for not trying to reach out to you more. I just, got discouraged, and scared… that you might not desire to talk to me anymore..."
Helga's brow lifted at the insecure tone every bit she looked at him, standing in that location wearing her jacket and opening his heart like it was cypher.
She hesitated, trying to strength back her anger as she responded.
"Well... y'all weren't the merely ane who was besides scared to attain out so… whatever I guess." She even so honed a scowl as she averted her eyes and kept her artillery firmly crossed.
Arnold looked up at her with that, a bit surprised. He stepped a step closer to her and continued.
"I know we didn't always get along, and you were aroused, and I was stupid…"
"Pshhh some things never change."
"I know I seem like I know what I'1000 doing all the time, but the truth is, I didn't have a clue back and then about how to act, and that scared me, and made me feel unsure of myself, and my actions..."
Helga cursed herself.
Y'all're letting him make excuses! But they're proficient excuses…. Just hear him out. Ughh!
Her optics narrowed at him but her forehead softened.
"I don't expect us to just pick up where we left off like aught e'er happened, only if y'all let me, maybe we could forget all of the onetime stuff, and I could get to know you as yous are now."
Helga kept her position, her gaze fixed securely abroad from him. "I don't think yous're going to similar the new Helga very much, bucko. She's cold and cranky-"
"And funny." Arnold cutting in, getting a look from Helga every bit she trailed on. The cheeky bastard was smiling with that all-knowing gaze.
"...and impatient, and rude-"
"And vivid."
"-and NO LESS aroused than before! Stop trying to spin me into someone I'm not!"
"I'm not!" Arnold retorted, "I'thou not known for lying, am I?"
Oohhh, he had her there. Helga was caught with her mouth open for an argument, just nothing to say back.
He gave her a sly smile equally she begrudgingly growled in frustration at him.
"I know a lot has happened since I've been gone," Arnold was stepping even closer to her, "merely I don't intendance most what other people are saying. Maybe I can hear it from yous, someday."
And now he was so close to her that she could count his eyelashes. This fact alone was nearly stopping her heart.
"Merely until so, I'thousand excited to observe out who you are as a friend," he extended a hand to her for a handshake, looking a little nervous as he did.
"Uhh, if that'south okay, I hateful."
Helga slowly uncrossed her arms as she looked downward at his paw, leaving him hanging there for a few seconds while she candy all of this.
Arnold… you fabulous, considerate, adorable, perfect homo. How do you manage to make me admire you more than I already do? How exercise you ever take the right thing to say? Even when I'chiliad pushing everyone away, you're ever offering a hand when no one else will. Y'all're such a goddamn beacon of light in my mess of a life. Only losing that light once before nearly destroyed me… it'south hard to accept it again but… perhaps taking this slowly would exist beneficial. Perhaps it would be okay. Run across if the existent Helga scares you off or not before I swoop directly into the pool of ice cream with no snorkel. Earth to Helga! The poor guy is standing there, waiting for your response! What'due south it gonna be already??
Wow my analogies accept gotten weird. I'll have to tell Phoebe about that i later.
Arnold wasn't sure what she would do, every bit she peered down at his hand with cliffhanger, then a scowl, and then a soft look that he couldn't quite place.
He waited patiently, his hand outstretched, until she looked up at his eyes and he almost jumped. He didn't know why. Helga scared him in the strangest ways sometimes. Maybe it was her unpredictability.
Speaking of unpredictability, he did not await Helga'south next move, which was to give an exasperated groan, say "come here, ya big cheesy lug," and wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug, nearly choking him.
Oof! Helga was always stronger than she looked.
He managed to chuckle every bit she burrowed her face in the crook of his shoulder and loosened her grip enough for him to jiff properly.
"I'll take that as a yep?" He said in a very tickled tone, wrapping his arms effectually to hug her back gently.
"Shut up." Helga said muffled into his shoulder. She sighed and relaxed a bit equally he rubbed the top of her back.
"Sure, Helga." And he did shut up, mostly because she couldn't meet his grinning.
Helga would never admit it to anyone, but right there, in that moment, she knew how much she needed that damn hug.
She'd needed a hug like that for a long fourth dimension.
If but she knew how much he'd needed one similar that also.
Arnold's calm and steady breathing was so soothing and helped her to calm down as well. Information technology just felt nice… and safe, and… now she was getting old memories stuck in her head and willing herself not to start crying.
Crimety, perhaps this hug was a terrible idea.
Like the gentleman he was, Arnold waited for her to pull away first. She shook her head a bit to etch herself, hiding her eyes from him. It wasn't considering her eyes felt glossy or anything, no way.
"We should, actually kickoff walking again before your family starts to worry." Helga suggested, and Arnold simply raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, we actually passed Sunset Arms a while ago."
"What?" Helga finally looked upward, taking in her surroundings and realizing that they were standing outside of her own house. She hadn't fifty-fifty noticed at all, and that shocked her.
Her surprised face made Arnold chuckle.
"Information technology's alright. Nosotros were having kind of a deep give-and-take, and stuff…" he scratched his arm nervously.
Helga looked at him, nodding, and not actually knowing what to say. She was starting to grip the railing of her front door and fidgeting.
"Well, I'll see ya effectually, Football game Head." She raised a mitt as she began to turn around and head up her stoop.
Arnold, who had shoved his hands back into his pants pockets for warmth, felt something familiar, and suddenly blurted out, "Wait- hey Helga?"
She turned to look at him curiously.
"We should eat luncheon together tomorrow at schoolhouse!"
"Oh, uh--" Helga stammered.
"I hateful I recollect we're Lenny's only friends right now, and nosotros sorta owe him." Arnold explained.
Helga curved a brow downwards. "Oh, right. Radish caput. Good reasoning."
"And likewise… because I owe you also."
Helga just scoffed, "Y'all don't owe me anything, Arnoldo."
"I owe you at the very least $20." Arnold said, and Helga could hear the grin playing on his face.
That goddamn cheeky bounder!
Her shocked expression was all he needed to confirm that theory, and he simply laughed equally he stepped upwardly onto of the steps.
"I'll pay y'all back tomorrow. Can y'all vesture this, too?"
Helga's eyes lit up even more than as he pulled a familiar pink ribbon from his pocket and reached over to requite it to her.
She blinked wide eyed and took it advisedly, a memory playing in her head and giving her deja vu. A deja vu that made her heart bully.
"Y-yes… Thanks Arnold." was all that a flabbergasted Helga could utter out every bit he smiled brightly in response, turned around, and waved her a goodbye.
She waved back, the excess of pinkish material blowing from her hand in the wind. What...was...
What...
She shut her eyes tightly once Arnold was out of view, tears that were held dorsum finally flowing freely down her cheeks equally she did so, and she grabbed that stupid bow like information technology was her lifeline.
Like it was Arnold's hand.
Helga took in a deep jiff and just gave one of her signature swoons.
Ohhhmygod this boy is going to kill me!
END OF EPISODE
Extra Scene #1:
Arnold made the walk home feeling light as a feather. It felt similar later on such a long solar day full of discord and drama, a weight had been lifted from his chest, and that the next 24-hour interval would be okay. He was even looking forward to it, if the content smile on his face up wasn't evident when he opened the door to Dusk Arms.
The hoard of animals that scrambled into the house with him as he opened the door didn't phase him, except as a nostalgia wave.
What did surprise him however, was the tiny robot that fabricated its style through. Or was it one of those drone things that he'd heard almost?
The white propeller robot swooped in and nearly sliced through Arnold's pilus equally he ducked only in time. It rotated in the air to face him, and he noticed a small screen fastened to drone'due south face. The prototype of a woman suddenly flickered onto information technology. Arnold was wide eyed at the applied science floating before him.
"Whoops! Deplorable Arnold! I idea that was Ernie opening the door, and he's far too short to worry about clonkin in the caput!" The video on screen of the new tenet explained.
"Hey I'chiliad correct here ya know!" Ernie complained, appearing at Arnold's side.
The drone did a comical expect effectually, even extending a tiny arm to make the gesture.
"Ernie is that yous? I don't remember my drone can pick up your betoken. Hmmmm, oh well! Must just exist owls or something!" The drone did a funny shrug every bit the on screen Cora laughed, her abrupt jaw lines twitching.
"Errrrrrrrr!!" Ernie was now leaping upwardly and down trying to grab at the laughing robot in the air, merely to no avail.
"Miss Cresselia, are you decision-making this thing from your room or something?" Arnold asked, looking at the drone with fascination.
"Nope sonny, I'k at work correct now! Just I still keep an heart on things here with expert erstwhile Cooper 3.0!"
The drone did a friendly salute with its tiny arm. Every bit she explained, Arnold could now tell that she was currently walking through a bustling crowd of burly men with prison uniforms on.
"I'chiliad all nearly safety and security! Especially since Oscar never locks the doors!"
"Hey, I lost my keys, so sue me!" Oscar's whiny vox belted out from the kitchen.
"That's the third gear up this calendar month, you bum!" Ernie scolded.
"I am non a bum! I have a job! And you injure my feelings. I'm going to eat the remainder of this cake at present to cheer myself upward!"
"Oscar! You go along your mitts off my carrot cake!" The drone whirled in place and suddenly was flying into the kitchen. It well-nigh grazed the top of Phil's baldheaded head as he walked out from it.
"Confounded machines!" He spat out, rubbing his caput and turning to see Arnold standing there.
"Tallman! You're home!" He rushed over.
Arnold sighed. He'd hope that nickname would be forgotten by the end of the day. There were too many nicknames to keep track of today.
"Hey grandpa." Arnold smiled.
"Soooo… how was your commencement day back?"
Before Arnold could answer, the drone came zooming dorsum into view, almost knocking into them. Phil yelled some obscenities and waved a fist at it angrily.
"Arnold! I have a surprise for you lot!" Cora said on screen, appearing to be in the heart of putting some man in a headlock. He had a tattoo on his head that read "Mamma'due south boy" and tears in his eyes.
Cora finally dropped him and shouted something like, "and the side by side time you take Victor's pudding without asking, it'll be worse!"
Arnold and Phil looked at each other with raised eyebrows earlier Cora turned back towards her screen with a smile.
"Yeah, sorry about that! Anyways, similar I said, I've got a surprise! Here let me patch em' through now."
Arnold blinked, dislocated at what was happening, merely after tapping buttons on her side, and screaming threats at some random inmate, Cora's image disappeared and the paradigm of someone else popped on screen. Or rather, ii someones.
"Mom! Dad!" Arnold's face lit up at the sight of his parents on screen in front of him.
"Arnold!" They both greeted back, looking like they were in the urban center at the moment.
"Wow engineering science sure is booming these days! Before ya know information technology, we'll all have our heads in jars with robot bodies!" Phil exclaimed wildly.
"Hello to you too dad." Miles gave a patient laugh, and Phil gave his son a wink.
"How have things been in San Lorenzo?" Arnold asked excitedly.
"Oh the same quondam matter here, love," Stella said, and Miles curved a forehead at her.
"Alibi me, but the hijacking monkey was not same old."
Stella waved him off as if to indicate to Arnold 'don't worry almost that', and continued.
"The internet here is really shaky, and so we'd much rather hear nigh how your first day in high school went! Tell us all well-nigh information technology!"
"It was…" Arnold thought for a moment, trying to come up with a one word adjective to describe the insanity that was high school.
Both his parents and grandad all sort of leaned in to hear what he had to say.
"Did y'all impress the kingdom, slay the ogre, costless the jester, and console the princess?" At present his grandma was making her mode into the hallway, dressed as some knight with a cape and tights.
Arnold laughed every bit Phil cried "Pookie!" and swiped her sword away from her that she was waving about.
Arnold had dealt with then many people clambering for his attending, circling through friend cliques and drama and all sorts of crazy shenanigans. His socks were nonetheless soggy, he was exhausted from running around all day, and he was overwhelmed at everything and anybody he had to remember.
Merely so he remembered his silver lining to the storm that was high school, and but smiled.
"Skillful. Information technology was a practiced 24-hour interval." Arnold decided, and his parents and grandparents all lit up to hear information technology.
"Hah! I knew information technology! Fork it over, buster." His mom extended an expected manus towards his dad, who sighed and gave up a wrapped chocolate bar in defeat.
Arnold curved a brow at his parents on screen.
"Were you two making bets on how my first day would turn out?"
"Well if it was anything like my starting time twenty-four hours of loftier school, it was leap to cease up full of disasters!" Miles shrugged, a goofy innocent grin on his face every bit his wife proudly ripped open the chocolate bar and took a bite.
"Well, don't get me wrong, there were a fair share of "disasters". Arnold pointed out, and Miles looked towards Stella with an apprehensive cocky look.
"But I don't recollect I could take asked for a different result, in the end."
Stella looked towards Miles with narrowed eyes, debating for a 2d, before breaking the bar in half and giving it upwardly to Miles, who seemed way too thrilled with the outcome of "a necktie" in this wager.
"I'thou and so glad to hear that Arnold." Stella said.
"Yous fabricated it through the shark pit!" Miles said with a mouthful of chocolate.
Arnold simply chuckled as he nodded.
"Did yous make out with Helga too?" Miles blurted out, and Stella elbowed him hard in the side as if they'd already talked about not bringing it up before.
Miles was coughing in reaction and spitting out, "Make upwardly! That's what I said, did you make up with Helga at all? Heheh." He smiled innocently at his glaring wife.
Arnold was just staring unblinking at the screen, a rush of warm embarrassment flushing over his face as his grandparents cackled in the background. He wondered briefly if he could find a new pair of parents trapped in the jungle.
"I hateful, I talked with her, yeah." Arnold answered tensely to the four nosy faces smile at him.
"Looks like a flake more than merely a talk, eh Tallman?" His grandfather poked him naggingly in the shoulder.
"Wha-"
"I declare! A osculation from the maiden is in order for the hero coming to her rescue!" his grandma lowered her sword onto Arnold's head as if she were knighting him.
"Pookie yous're going to decapitate somebody with that matter!" Phil started chasing after her in order to have the sword back, but she began an insane chortle as she marched up the stairs, leaving a very perplexed Arnold with the drone.
"What, no!" Arnold turned around clumsily to face his parents on screen, flustered every bit all hell.
"Why would you presume that?"
"Only an educated estimate." His derisive mom giggled.
"Besides I'g pretty sure y'all don't own a pinkish jacket." Miles chuckled along with his wife.
Arnold blinked and looked downwardly at his shoulders, completely forgetting about what he was wearing, and that he forgot to requite it back to Helga.
Oh good grief.
"That's not— I mean yeah it's hers simply, she just gave information technology to me because I was cold!" Arnold stammered, realizing that they were going to tease him no matter what he'd say. The grinning faces on the screen weren't helping him keep his cool either, and he soon constitute himself grabbing the drone and looking it over.
"How do you turn this matter off.." Arnold muttered as his parents simply continued to laugh at him.
"Heart rate pace and temperature raised by 33%! My advice is a cold shower. Remember to accept care of yourself!"
Arnold sighed for the 400th time that 24-hour interval equally Sentinel-Mom became just another unwanted and embarrassing parental unit. He quickly decided he had enough of those in his life, thank yous very much.
Extra Scene #2:
Later on an interesting repast at the dinner table with his grandparents and borders, Arnold stumbled upstairs to his sleeping accommodation, happy to finally exist washed with the twenty-four hours.
He had his telephone in hand as he walked in, calculation the residue of the contacts he picked up from earlier that twenty-four hour period. Once he was done, a thought struck him.
"Auughh! I didn't get Helga's number!" He pressed a palm against his forehead.
Abner perked up from his spot on the floor and made a subtle oinking noise. The pig suddenly looked absolutely delighted. He must have only realized that Arnold was back.
"I guess I'll have to get it tomorrow…" Arnold was scrolling through the contacts list mindlessly, disappointed in himself for non request her during that entire walk home.
As he passed by the P's in his list, he noticed her name wing by.
Await….
He quickly scrolled back up. There it was. Helga's name with her number. How did she?
Arnold racked his brain and thought back to when she was petty around on his new phone.
She must take inputted it in sneakily.
She even had a piffling contour film attached to her number. He tapped information technology to get a total view and laughed. This was not a picture of her shoes like she had said. It was of her face, and she was sticking her tongue out with a rude glare towards the photographic camera.
"Hah, perfect." He said out loud, admiring her lightheaded expression in the photo. Totally Helga.
Arnold set down his backpack and began to take off the jacket he was nonetheless wearing. Helga's pink hoodie.
Fifty-fifty though he'd given back her bow, he was strangely excited to have something else of hers to hang onto for now. Kind of stupid, he told himself.
We're but going to piece of work on being friends. Stop beingness all mushy.
Nonetheless, at the very least, it would be a good water ice billow when he saw her tomorrow at dejeuner.
He felt something in one of the pockets as he handled it, and curiously reached within to meet what it was. He pulled out what felt like paper, and his eyes slowly centered on the name written on this very disheveled envelope.
It was his own handwriting.
Realization struck him equally he looked inside, finding the contents of the letter he'd written to her ii years agone, and that photo of his immature self in the jungle with his parents smiling.
A wide grin crept willingly onto his ellipsoidal face as he looked down at it.
Possibly in that location was still hope for them after all.
For the sometime soul with the football shaped head.
And the contemptuous, sassy daughter with the pink bow.
END
Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13513125/chapters/32281398
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