My Complete 180°

Personality is a Poem

*AUTHOUR NOTE🍟: Ohio!! Love doing these stories for you guys! I might put in some twists and turns here and there. So just update your latest thinking of my series😍 And Enjoy! -french curls🍟♨

The two blondes walk side by side. Silent they remain. Only sounds of cars passing by and the soothing breeze.

Arnold kept inching his way towards Helga, who was now feeling a little bit better. Arnold was worried about her, and didn't now how he wouldbe able to help her if she kept her distance. So he decides as he strolls along by the sounds of the street that; the ONLY way for me to help her is to JUST DO IT!

But... Arnold was to kind, to gentle. To take something by force. Arnold thought at the back of his head. How? How?

"Helga, I didnt know you liked poetry?" He broke the silence that circled them.

Helga stared up at him, startled.

Poetry? How? How did he know!?! That Sneaky littl-

She inhaled and exhaled tired-like.

"So, is that a problem? Because if it is-" She is cutt off by Arnold's sadden and neglected face. She knew she was hurting him and that was hurting her. She looks down at her feet as they kept walking.

"Yea, I wrote poetry. Who told you that?" She said, still looking down at her feet. Arnold truns his head to see her lower hers. Her blonde hair covering her shoulders.

"Phoebe," he laughs. Helga takes a glance at Arnold. "What Football-Head? Is poetry to good for you, you think its cheesy or something." She questions him. Trying hard to keep eye contact.

"No, no. I was just thinking about Phoebe and Gerald. They seem so suspicious lately." Arnold reasures her.

"What are you implying? That Phoebe and Gerald are dating and secretly hiding behind our backs to ma- OH CRIMINEY! How could I have missed that! Maybe your not so dense than you look, Arnoldo." She secreltly praise him, but Arnold caught that.

"Yeah, and back to that poetry, I actually like it. I just have my own way of showing it." He explains himself. Helga gives him a confused look.
"What I mean is, have you ever wondered about seeing the world through other people's eyes? See the diffrence of everyone's thinking. And then putting that into something you love or accept. Just based off the grounds of your personality and summing it into something that gives-" Arnold snaps back to reality, hearing Helga's voice.

"I think I understand now, Arnold. " she says in a serious tone. She looked annoyed as he kept blabbing off into time and space.

"Sorry, I do that a lot." He apologises.

"Yeah, no kidding." Helga mocks.
She runs upward a little more. "Here it is." She turns her head up at her building.
"Okay." Arnold says stumped.
She searches around the door to find the spare key.
And looks up to the top of the door.

"Hate to say it but, im gonna need your help." She examines the door closer.
She points at him and to the ground. "Can you get on your knees for a second." She says it like it was normal.

Arnold, baffled, and looked slightly confused.
"Cmon, im not gonna get any better out here!" She rushes him.

He did as he was told and Helga climbed on top of him.

"Dude! Your wearing Timberlands!!" Arnold struggles to say. The amount of pressure her heavy weight boots put on his back.

She strained her arm out, reaching for the top of the door.
"Almost..Got it." She feels a point of ridges touch her fingers. "Gotcha."