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
Blind Date: A Morning ProposalLight began to flood the light green wallpapered room as a loud, blaring beeping emitted from the clock on the table by the bed. A hand drowsily appeared from under the soft pink duvet and slammed down on the clock, narrowly missing the snooze button. Frustratingly, the hand slammed down again, this time achieving its goal. Helga peeked out from underneath the sanctuary of her covers and peered at the clock, groaning as she saw the bright red 6:30 staring back at her. Time to get ready for another bland day of high school. She managed to pull herself out of bed and stumble across her room where she sleepily opened the closet door. The closet was fairly bare compared to her childhood years when it had held elaborate shrines to Arnold, the boy whose love she had for him constantly tormented her young heart and soul. All that remained of this former worship was a dusty box filled with volumes one through thirty-seven and a half of her poetry regarding him.
She cast a quick glance at the b
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: 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: 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: Blinded By TruthHelga sat at her desk, staring listlessly at her reflection in the mirror as Phoebe curled her freshly blown dried hair. Her eyes traveled to a crack at the right side of the mirror, the sight of it making her heart twinge a little. The memory of what had caused that crack was something that she had been unable to erase no matter how hard she tried. Phoebe noticed Helga slightly wince which caused her to inquire as to what was the matter.
"Nothing Pheebs. Just felt a draft, that's all." Phoebe eyed her skeptically, but kept on curling her hair rather than pushing further. She knew better anyways and wasn't about to push her luck after the closet incident.
They continued to remain in silence for the next fifteen minutes. "You remember when we all used to hang out together? Just the four of us?" Phoebe suddenly said in an attempt to break the unbearable silence. Helga shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She did remember and could still easily recall all their exciting adventures. There ha