A HA Valentines DayDisclaimer: I don't own the characters of hey arnold i simply own this fanfic
"Come on Phoebs! You gotta help me out here!"
"I am very sorry Helga, but as I told you yesterday and the day before that, I'm just far too busy"
"But if anyone catches ME doing it then it'll be a disaster; the end of my social life and everything!"
Phoebe sighed sympathetically "Oh Helga, it won't be THAT bad, just say a friend asked you to deliver the letter for them"
Helga slid down the lockers and onto the floor with a defeated moan. "Okay Phoebs thanks anyway, I guess"
"Sorry Helga, but I'll see you later, okay?" with a last comforting pat on the shoulder, Phoebe was gone.
By the time Helga got to her classroom it was already half full of the people in her class; which included, as luck would have it (or as curses as Helga saw it), Arnold and his best friend Gerald.
"Message for you football head!" Helga declared, waving the letter in the air.
"Oh, morning Helga" He glanced at the letter "Who's
Arnold's Leg 1How did this happen? It all started on a very ordinary day...Arnold's Leg 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"All right then, football head! All yours." Helga said in pleasant way as she moved aside from the water fountain.
"Thanks Helga." Arnold then gave her a knowing look before he bent down to take a drink. He knew Helga was going to splash it in his face.
But she didn't. Instead, she stood by and watched him with an adoring smile when he wasn't looking. When he turned to her, she immediately looked away. He looked at her for a moment, as if studying her, wondering what she was thinking about.
"What, you going to just stand there all day? Move it, football head!" Helga then said, shoving him ahead.
But she didn't see that the janitor had accidentally knocked over a bucket of soapy water, which had stopped at Arnold's feet. So when she pushed him, he ended up sliding backwards across the floor.
"WHOA!!" He cried, trying to grab onto something to steady himself.
"ARNOLD!!" Helga screamed in terror, forgetting all about hiding her
Its a HelgaArnold ThingDisclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, or the characters in this story dispite the fact that i should because I definately would have made The Jungle Movie. I just wrote this ages ago, and because of college exams I basically just forgot about it.Its a HelgaArnold Thing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairings: Helga/Arnold (obviously!) and probably a bit of Greald/Pheobe, well see where it goes from here ^__^
FYI: This is kind of taking the idea from the film 'It's a BoyGirl Thing' or 'Freaky Friday' I'm not gonna lie They're about 16 in this fic
Obviously i will update as soon as I can! Enjoy! ^__^
Its a HelgaArnold Thing (Intro)
Summary: Imagine waking up in the wrong bed, in the wrong house and in the wrong body
Now two sworn enemies will experience life as the opposite sex. But to survive in each other's bodies, they'll need to go to extreme lengths.
"Oh Arnold! My love, my sweet light in this bitter darkness of the world. I can no longer keep my heart chained inside my ch
Yuletide Love"Pookie! Put down those binoculars, it's Christmas!"Yuletide Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh don't start that nonsense on Groundhog Day there, General!"
"Um, Mom, why don't you help Stella with the pudding? She could use a hand."
"Will do Junior Sergeant!"
Gertie cast a knowing wink to her grandson before she practically danced to the kitchen, humming cheerfully about there being six more weeks of winter. Miles shook his head in amusement, smiling.
"Eccentrically quirky as always, isn't she, Dad?"
"You bet your chin there, son!" Phil patted his son on the back. "Pookie sure can liven things up, especially since it's your first Christmas back here in good ol' Hillwood City and not in the middle of a stinkin' jungle!"
Miles laughed and nodded. "You can say that again. I'm glad to be back." He looked over at Arnold, who was happily arranging and then re-arranging two particular gifts that were set in from of him next to the tree. One wrapped in red wrapping paper with green wreathes printed on it, and another wrapped in gre
Repeated History"They...they need your help, it has spread again. Please, you are their only hope, you two are of their demi-Gods...You are the only ones of whom they trust." Pleaded Margarita Velasquez, who was actually the daughter of Eduardo, a young woman in her late twenties.Repeated History5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
History was repeating itself.
Arnold hesitated, feeling the stab of guilt, anxiety, and not to mention the pain of the familiarity of this. Standing next to him was Helga, holding their two-year-old son Phil. She too, had that air of anxiety and hesitation, which caused her to hold their son to her chest a little tighter.
The family had been, ironically, enjoying a day at the park altogether. On top of that, Arnold had even given Phil his hat from his childhood, given to him by his own parents. It was soon after they were just getting ready to leave that their friend from college, Margarita, who was, as mentioned before, Eduardo's daughter. She was their Eduardo, much like Eduardo himself had been to Miles and Stella way bac
Ignoring Part 3Much to her dismay, the ignoring continued even during lunch. Helga had by now seen that he was ignoring her to the extreme. So much so that he didn't even look at her. It really hurt.Ignoring Part 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And it hurt worse because she knew she deserved it.
So, Helga decided to shove her pride aside for one second and to attempt to get his attention again. She took a tapioca pudding, since he liked it, and decided to give it to him, hoping it'd work.
Wandering over to his table, he was chatting with Gerald about something, she wasn't quite paying attention. She was too focused.
"Here, Arnold. Take this." Helga placed the tapioca onto the table next to his lunch. "I uh, decided I didn't want it."
"Okay Gerald, I finally figured it out. To finally get out of that level in Super Mario Bros. 3, all I had to do was fly up with a shell and knock down the blocks to get to the escape pipe."
"Man, that's real hard, Arnold!" Gerald remarked. "How'd you figure it out?"
"By accident, actually. I happened to have the r