How It All Began... {Rewrite & Revise}

Chapter 2: Deep In Thought

   ~Helga's P.O.V.~

After having a delicious and somewhat "romantic" breakfast with Arnold, I began to make my way upstairs to our bedroom, to check on him. when I entered boxes were practically scattered all over the floor at this point, which was good because it only meant one thing. Progress. Arnold has been busy packing our belongings for college. I'm almost worried about him, because of how much has gotten done. I began to search around the room that felt so cold and lonely.

All of a sudden, the room didn't feel too cold anymore because I heard a couple of boxes toppled to the ground followed by a loud cry. This caused a giggle to escape my lips, and I soon found my legs moving on their own. Before I knew it I saw my precious football headed love god on the ground picking up books.

A smile crept onto my lips when he saw me at the doorway of our closet. My smile grew wider when his eyes met mine and made his way over to me. He planted a sweet and gentle kiss upon my cheek. "Are we spying on each other again?" he asked jokingly as he pulled me into his arms

I felt somewhat safe and relaxed in his arms. I've been hugged before but for some reason whenever Arnold pulls me into his arms it feels...different. Almost as if he's trying to show every emotion he can never reveal to me himself. I never let Arnold see me cry, I always pull him into me for a hug or he pulls me into an embrace. Either way I can only imagine he does the same thing.

It was then something inside of me clicked and I could remember small fragments of our memories together. It was like a movie playing in my head, and I could see us living our lives when we were nine. Even when I last saw him which was when we were 12 years old. Each year we all grew older, Arnold grew more and more attractive each time I looked at him.

"Helga, what's wrong?" he asked gently caressing my cheek with worry hidden in his eyes

Even little miss priss herself who always tucked her arms under Arnold's whenever she could. I know Lila was only trying to make me jealous 'but, what could I Helga G. Pataki do?' I continued to think to myself

Lila was one of the prettiest "babes" in the entire school in middle school, and just like in Elementary Arnold was gaga over her. I didn't know what he saw in that floozy stuck up little ginger. Although, I grew attractive as any other girl I hid that completely by wearing torn up old jeans, long sleeve t-shirts as if it were winter every day, and a black beanie. My classic pigtails were all I wore throughout middle school, except on Valentine's Day. On Valentine's Day, believe it or not, I always had a date.

"Helga" my thoughts were being interrupted by the football head himself. He looked worried, and it made me wonder how long have I been thinking to myself? I was so deep in thought that I completely forgot about my corn love god. I blinked once.No twice. I felt his eyes lighten up a bit probably realizing I was probably just deep in thought.

"Sorry about that that, I was just thinking.." I admitted to him and, of course, he gave a light smile. This probably excited him a little because he asked " about what? you were lost in thought for a long while" he replied pulling me down onto the bed with him so we were laying down.

I looked up at our popcorn ceiling and air escaped my lips. "Well...about us Arnold," I admitted again, not wanting our relationship to be based off of lies, we swore we wouldn't tell a lie. All of a sudden the atmosphere felt thick and tension began to ooze into the room. The room fell to a complete silence. We didn't speak a word for felt like 4 decades. "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" he asked breaking the silence between us

I shook my head with a smile on my face "Do you remember how we first met?"   

I could remember as if it were yesterday because it was one of the most significant days of my life. I wondered if that day was significant to Arnold too. I've been wondering that for years but never had the gut to ask. Since we're leaving for college, I might as well ask.

Do you remember how when we first met?