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Chapter 9: Girl Talk
"Alright, Helga girl. Take it easy." Helga G. Pataki walked in front of the Sunset Arms Boarding House, looking up at the front door. "You and Arnold are going out to see a movie. That's it." She paced back and forth, only focusing on her conversation as the front door slowly opens.
"Remember, you two are not an official couple, yet. But all those dates are looking great and soon you will be with your soul mate!" Helga sighs dreamily, until she slaps herself right across the face. "But he's not a God and you've been overhyping him for all these years!" She took a deep breath. "After our little jungle adventure and experienced major character development, you realized how creepily obsessed you are. That had to stop!" She stopped pacing and pinched between her eyes. "And boy I think I'll die if anyone ever finds out about the details."
"Like what?" asked a voice.
"Oh you know; the usual. Follow him home, stare at him constantly, write countless love poems about him, and that locket of him." Helga chuckled to herself. "Literally every time I have alone time after bumping into him. I hide somewhere and give some emotional speech of how much I love him and hate him."
"Love and hate him?"
"I know it's complicated." Helga smiled. "And don't get me started on the shri-" Feeling like a ton of bricks hit her right in the face while shouting in Pig Latin, she slowly turned to the door to see the lovely mother of Arnold, Stella Shortman, leaning with her arms folded and a typical grin on her face that reads 'You like my child' look, without the judgment.
"Mind finishing that sentence?"
"Uuuuuuhhh uhhhhhhhh." Helga stood straight up and spoke. "Hello, Mrs. Shortman." She tried her best to have a genuine smile and held her hand out. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
Stella smiled as she shook Helga's hand. "I'm quite impressed with you."
"Y-You are?" Helga desperately held onto her cool.
"Most of the time when you see me or my husband, you're usually quiet." She raised an eyebrow. "It's as if you're mind shuts down and all you can do is inhale constantly. Just like when we first met."
Helga gulped. "W-Well it's just that you two are huge secret jungle explorers. Yeah that." She moved her foot around nervously.
"Oh is that it?" Stella took a few steps and sat on the steps. "Or it could be that we gave this world-" She clasps her hands and looked up to the sky with flashing eyes. "The Love or your life."
With her mind racing, Helga's entire face turned red from embarrassment. "Oh gosh, she's going to judge me! She'll hate my guts, will always scold me during the holidays, and talks behind my back to my children with Arnold! Even though you really need to undertone him. But is he still loveable, duh! Heart of gold and never gives up! And of course I'll rip off any girl's tongue if they try and steal him away from me! Oh snap, she's looking at me patiently!"
Helga gulped as Stella raised an eyebrow.
"What was going on in her head?" Stella thought. "But boy does she need some comfort." She folded her arms and acted like a judgmental parent. "So I was meaning to talk to you."
"T-Talk to me?" Helga nervously laughed as she leaned on the handle. "About what?"
"Arnold." Stella kept a close study on Helga's facial expression. "I just want to tell me why you like him." She leaned a bit closer. "And I do mean 'like him like him'."
Helga rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, it's definitely not for looks." Helga' eyes widen when she realized what that could mean. "But but I do not mean he's ugly! He's cute with that football shaped head. I mean his head is fine! Heh…."
"If I ever met Miles at that age." Stella shook her head. "Well what about the inside?" She smirked as she raised an eyebrow. "You know, his heart."
"Oh that …. Well ….." Sweat ran down her face as her heart beat faster. There was no clear way to carefully choose her words. With the mother she fears to disrespect and her own emotions, she finally exploded.
"Have you even heard about what that golden haired boy done for everyone!?" Helga shouted. "End the school strike! Mend friendships! Saved landmarks! Explore the unknown! Guide people! And just being the heck gosh darn it best human being on this evil infested planet!"
"I… think I should have just acted normal." Stella thought to herself as Helga swings on a light post. "He literally doesn't do anything selfish or evil! Heck, the only time I've seen him aggressive was during that karate phase and that was because he got mugged! No way had he done anything selfish. And yet through all that, he humbles himself." Helga grabbed ahold of Stella and pulled her eye to eye. "Humbles, himself!" She pulled her away as she paced around again describing how amazing Arnold is. "Heck, he's pretty much the very, and I mean VERY first person that paid attention to me! Not Big Bob, not Miriam, and heck no from OOOOOlga! Him! Preschool! He complimented my bow! Held an umbrella for me in the rain! The heck was Lila, Ruth, and that stupid summer girl thinking?! Especially that summer girl who was just manipulating him!"
"Uhhhhh, Helga." Stella tried to interrupt her as Helga uses a variety of colorful language to describe that one girl.
"Sure I tortured them first because of jealously, but … GRRRRRRRR! She was just going to pick up Arnold's pure and innocent heart and shatter it to pieces!" She re-enact her thoughts by throwing a can on the ground and crushing it. "And if I ever witness any girl doing that to the love of my life. Oh boy, they'll never do a full coverage on the news when they get a glimpse at the aftermath!" She clenched her fist as if she's crushing a skull. "First I'll-"
"OooooooK, Helga sweety. Just calm down." Stella led the steamed Helga inside and offered her a drink. "Feeling better?"
After a few sips from a glass of lemonade, Helga calmed down and recollected what she just said. "Heh, I guess I kind of gotten carried away there." Stella shook her head as she sat next to Helga. "So you probably think I'm crazy, huh."
"Crazy in love." She answered before giving her a heartwarming smile. "So, first one to notice you?"
"Yeah …." Helga held her hands together. "First day at Preschool, everyone was too busy with Olga that I decided to walk there myself."
"Yourself?!" Stella gasped. "Did you get hurt?"
"No, but boy could I have." Helga rubbed her arms. "Then when I got there, Phil dropped Arnold off and he held his umbrella over my head and …. Well say nice things." Helga chuckled. "Ya know; if my family wasn't terrible, I'll probably not see him as the lantern in my darkness."
Stella took a deep breath and held her hand on Helga' shoulder. "Most girls your age would just have puppy love over boys." She smiled at the nervous girl. "Did your feeling change for him over time?"
"Yes, but only just more." Helga smiled. "Each good deed and tolerating my bullying, who doesn't want to be by his side? Well minus Lila, but she's into his weird cousin."
"Weird cousin?" Stella thought. "I bet it's my weird sister's kid. Really need to call her, and hope she doesn't talk about mold." Stella shivered. "Do you want my honest opinion on you?"
Helga gulped; awaiting what could make or break her chance with Arnold and any bonds with her possible future inlaws.
"You remind me of myself at that age."
"Huh?" Helga asked as Stella held a fist up.
"Tough attitude that can beat up any boy." She looked at Helga and smiled. "And yet have a caring side and see people who they truly are." She leaned back. "And I can't imagine a better girl who cares that much for my boy."
"Oh what a relief." Helga mentally sighed. "You really think that?"
"Of course." She patted Helga on the head. "I didn't just marry Miles because of those guns for arms." She reached for a photo of her and Miles on their wedding day. "Even though he's a goof with a bit of luck like your friend Eugene, he was the kindest man I have ever met." She and Helga paid close attention to the photo. "And we just fit so well together. The softy dreamer and the punching dreamer." She looked over to Helga. "And since Arnold always seemed to daydream a lot, what does that make you?"
Helga sheepishly smiled. "He does just stand there with his heads in clouds." She laughed with less stress. "He'll need someone to bonk some reality to him."
The two shared a laugh as Miles and Arnold walked through the front door. "And don't forget, you need a girl to keep you from daydreaming constantly." Miles noticed Stella and Helga on the couch. "Speak of the Devil."
"Huh?" Arnold noticed Helga. "Oh, Helga. When did you get here?" He asked with a nervous voice.
"Eh, can't say." Helga spoke in her usual tone. "So ready to see that movie Fo- I mean Arnold?"
Arnold blushed lightly as his Dad teases him a bit. "Yes, and I'm buying both tickets and snacks."
"Don't worry on the snacks." Helga pulled out junk food from her pocket. "Just make sure you keep that mouth of yours shut or you'll have to answer to Ol' Becky." Helga laughed as she wraps her arms around Arnold without the slightest hint of anxiety while Arnold was the one that looks kind of nervous.
"I'll be home later, mom and dad."
Miles and Stella could see how uneasy Arnold was acting as he walks out the door with Helga.
"So, did you do a good job?" Stella leaned on Miles when he sat down next to her.
"I don't think I did enough." Miles smiled. "But you did wonders with Helga."
Stella thought about it as she taps her lip. "I think I did a B+ job, but it could be better." She smiled as Miles wraps his arm around her. "But she does love him for his heart."
"Now why does that sound familiar?" Miles kissed Stella on the cheek as they enjoy their own company.
"She was about to say Shrine, was she."
End of Chapter

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Chapter 9: Girl Talk
"Alright, Helga girl. Take it easy." Helga G. Pataki walked in front of the Sunset Arms Boarding House, looking up at the front door. "You and Arnold are going out to see a movie. That's it." She paced back and forth, only focusing on her conversation as the front door slowly opens.
"Remember, you two are not an official couple, yet. But all those dates are looking great and soon you will be with your soul mate!" Helga sighs dreamily, until she slaps herself right across the face. "But he's not a God and you've been overhyping him for all these years!" She took a deep breath. "After our little jungle adventure and experienced major character development, you realized how creepily obsessed you are. That had to stop!" She stopped pacing and pinched between her eyes. "And boy I think I'll die if anyone ever finds out about the details."
"Like what?" asked a voice.
"Oh you know; the usual. Follow him home, stare at him constantly, write countless love poems about him, and that locket of him." Helga chuckled to herself. "Literally every time I have alone time after bumping into him. I hide somewhere and give some emotional speech of how much I love him and hate him."
"Love and hate him?"
"I know it's complicated." Helga smiled. "And don't get me started on the shri-" Feeling like a ton of bricks hit her right in the face while shouting in Pig Latin, she slowly turned to the door to see the lovely mother of Arnold, Stella Shortman, leaning with her arms folded and a typical grin on her face that reads 'You like my child' look, without the judgment.
"Mind finishing that sentence?"
"Uuuuuuhhh uhhhhhhhh." Helga stood straight up and spoke. "Hello, Mrs. Shortman." She tried her best to have a genuine smile and held her hand out. "Lovely day, isn't it?"
Stella smiled as she shook Helga's hand. "I'm quite impressed with you."
"Y-You are?" Helga desperately held onto her cool.
"Most of the time when you see me or my husband, you're usually quiet." She raised an eyebrow. "It's as if you're mind shuts down and all you can do is inhale constantly. Just like when we first met."
Helga gulped. "W-Well it's just that you two are huge secret jungle explorers. Yeah that." She moved her foot around nervously.
"Oh is that it?" Stella took a few steps and sat on the steps. "Or it could be that we gave this world-" She clasps her hands and looked up to the sky with flashing eyes. "The Love or your life."
With her mind racing, Helga's entire face turned red from embarrassment. "Oh gosh, she's going to judge me! She'll hate my guts, will always scold me during the holidays, and talks behind my back to my children with Arnold! Even though you really need to undertone him. But is he still loveable, duh! Heart of gold and never gives up! And of course I'll rip off any girl's tongue if they try and steal him away from me! Oh snap, she's looking at me patiently!"
Helga gulped as Stella raised an eyebrow.
"What was going on in her head?" Stella thought. "But boy does she need some comfort." She folded her arms and acted like a judgmental parent. "So I was meaning to talk to you."
"T-Talk to me?" Helga nervously laughed as she leaned on the handle. "About what?"
"Arnold." Stella kept a close study on Helga's facial expression. "I just want to tell me why you like him." She leaned a bit closer. "And I do mean 'like him like him'."
Helga rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, it's definitely not for looks." Helga' eyes widen when she realized what that could mean. "But but I do not mean he's ugly! He's cute with that football shaped head. I mean his head is fine! Heh…."
"If I ever met Miles at that age." Stella shook her head. "Well what about the inside?" She smirked as she raised an eyebrow. "You know, his heart."
"Oh that …. Well ….." Sweat ran down her face as her heart beat faster. There was no clear way to carefully choose her words. With the mother she fears to disrespect and her own emotions, she finally exploded.
"Have you even heard about what that golden haired boy done for everyone!?" Helga shouted. "End the school strike! Mend friendships! Saved landmarks! Explore the unknown! Guide people! And just being the heck gosh darn it best human being on this evil infested planet!"
"I… think I should have just acted normal." Stella thought to herself as Helga swings on a light post. "He literally doesn't do anything selfish or evil! Heck, the only time I've seen him aggressive was during that karate phase and that was because he got mugged! No way had he done anything selfish. And yet through all that, he humbles himself." Helga grabbed ahold of Stella and pulled her eye to eye. "Humbles, himself!" She pulled her away as she paced around again describing how amazing Arnold is. "Heck, he's pretty much the very, and I mean VERY first person that paid attention to me! Not Big Bob, not Miriam, and heck no from OOOOOlga! Him! Preschool! He complimented my bow! Held an umbrella for me in the rain! The heck was Lila, Ruth, and that stupid summer girl thinking?! Especially that summer girl who was just manipulating him!"
"Uhhhhh, Helga." Stella tried to interrupt her as Helga uses a variety of colorful language to describe that one girl.
"Sure I tortured them first because of jealously, but … GRRRRRRRR! She was just going to pick up Arnold's pure and innocent heart and shatter it to pieces!" She re-enact her thoughts by throwing a can on the ground and crushing it. "And if I ever witness any girl doing that to the love of my life. Oh boy, they'll never do a full coverage on the news when they get a glimpse at the aftermath!" She clenched her fist as if she's crushing a skull. "First I'll-"
"OooooooK, Helga sweety. Just calm down." Stella led the steamed Helga inside and offered her a drink. "Feeling better?"
After a few sips from a glass of lemonade, Helga calmed down and recollected what she just said. "Heh, I guess I kind of gotten carried away there." Stella shook her head as she sat next to Helga. "So you probably think I'm crazy, huh."
"Crazy in love." She answered before giving her a heartwarming smile. "So, first one to notice you?"
"Yeah …." Helga held her hands together. "First day at Preschool, everyone was too busy with Olga that I decided to walk there myself."
"Yourself?!" Stella gasped. "Did you get hurt?"
"No, but boy could I have." Helga rubbed her arms. "Then when I got there, Phil dropped Arnold off and he held his umbrella over my head and …. Well say nice things." Helga chuckled. "Ya know; if my family wasn't terrible, I'll probably not see him as the lantern in my darkness."
Stella took a deep breath and held her hand on Helga' shoulder. "Most girls your age would just have puppy love over boys." She smiled at the nervous girl. "Did your feeling change for him over time?"
"Yes, but only just more." Helga smiled. "Each good deed and tolerating my bullying, who doesn't want to be by his side? Well minus Lila, but she's into his weird cousin."
"Weird cousin?" Stella thought. "I bet it's my weird sister's kid. Really need to call her, and hope she doesn't talk about mold." Stella shivered. "Do you want my honest opinion on you?"
Helga gulped; awaiting what could make or break her chance with Arnold and any bonds with her possible future inlaws.
"You remind me of myself at that age."
"Huh?" Helga asked as Stella held a fist up.
"Tough attitude that can beat up any boy." She looked at Helga and smiled. "And yet have a caring side and see people who they truly are." She leaned back. "And I can't imagine a better girl who cares that much for my boy."
"Oh what a relief." Helga mentally sighed. "You really think that?"
"Of course." She patted Helga on the head. "I didn't just marry Miles because of those guns for arms." She reached for a photo of her and Miles on their wedding day. "Even though he's a goof with a bit of luck like your friend Eugene, he was the kindest man I have ever met." She and Helga paid close attention to the photo. "And we just fit so well together. The softy dreamer and the punching dreamer." She looked over to Helga. "And since Arnold always seemed to daydream a lot, what does that make you?"
Helga sheepishly smiled. "He does just stand there with his heads in clouds." She laughed with less stress. "He'll need someone to bonk some reality to him."
The two shared a laugh as Miles and Arnold walked through the front door. "And don't forget, you need a girl to keep you from daydreaming constantly." Miles noticed Stella and Helga on the couch. "Speak of the Devil."
"Huh?" Arnold noticed Helga. "Oh, Helga. When did you get here?" He asked with a nervous voice.
"Eh, can't say." Helga spoke in her usual tone. "So ready to see that movie Fo- I mean Arnold?"
Arnold blushed lightly as his Dad teases him a bit. "Yes, and I'm buying both tickets and snacks."
"Don't worry on the snacks." Helga pulled out junk food from her pocket. "Just make sure you keep that mouth of yours shut or you'll have to answer to Ol' Becky." Helga laughed as she wraps her arms around Arnold without the slightest hint of anxiety while Arnold was the one that looks kind of nervous.
"I'll be home later, mom and dad."
Miles and Stella could see how uneasy Arnold was acting as he walks out the door with Helga.
"So, did you do a good job?" Stella leaned on Miles when he sat down next to her.
"I don't think I did enough." Miles smiled. "But you did wonders with Helga."
Stella thought about it as she taps her lip. "I think I did a B+ job, but it could be better." She smiled as Miles wraps his arm around her. "But she does love him for his heart."
"Now why does that sound familiar?" Miles kissed Stella on the cheek as they enjoy their own company.
"She was about to say Shrine, was she."
End of Chapter