Finally Teens

I Love Ice Cream

Arnold's POV

I ran to Slausen's. Helga was sitting in a corner booth. I took a deep breath and sat next to her. "Hey Helga. I uh I got these for you." She looked up from her phone and instantly lightened up. "Swiss chocolate? Thanks so much. But that doesn't mean I'll forgive you." I stared at her in amazement as she popped one in her mouth. "Um well what I really came here for was to tell you that I'm sorry. I should've thought about my words. Maybe I should just tell you." She looked at me questioningly. I chuckled at how her features seemed to look so soft. 'So soft. Cute. Come to think about it, if she just relax her face more often, she'd be even prettier. If that's possible. Her hair is so golden. And her eyes are so blue. Her skin is so pale. All of her is just beautiful. Inside and out. I know she's nice and kind. Maybe I don't just like her. Maybe I lo-.' "Hey Footballhead, I appreciate the adoring smile, but I do have to get my homework done." I chuckled, rubbing my neck. "Um I-i wanted to tell you that I um. I wanted to tell you that I." I looked at the table. "That you what?" "Aw to heck with it, I love you Helga G. Pataki." I took her hand and brought her to my side and kissed her. 'I'm doing it. I'm kissing her. Screw everyone. Screw my morals. I just kissed her.' I let got needing to breathe. "A-a-Arnold. Why? Kiss. Arnold. Me. Why?" I chuckled and hugged her tight. "I told you. I loooove you. Love. L o v e. And don't forget it. Now, how about some ice cream?" She smiled. "I love ice cream." I chuckled again and kissed her nose.