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
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
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Helga's eyes widened as she came to see that her attacker was an older teenager, a mugger even. Little did she know, it was the same punk who had stolen Arnold's bus card all those months ago. She struggled to escape, uttering grunts of protest, but it did nothing.
"Hey! You deaf or somethin'? Give me my money!" The punk snarled, grabbing the collar of her shirt. "I ain't afraid of hittin' girls, ya know."
"J-Just let me go, I have nothing on me." Was all Helga could say. She had lost all the will and strength she had, which was pathetic, and she hated herself for it. She tried hard to muster strength, but had no success.
"Ha! That's what they always say!" Laughed the punk. "I'll take it by force if I gotta!"
Helga whimpered as the teen tightened his hold, and immediately his fist struck with her cheek, a pained whimper coming from her. He just laughed and threw her to the ground, where she fell up against a few trash cans.
"What's wrong, girly? You ain't so