Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of hey arnold i simply own this fanfic
"Come on Phoebs! You gotta help me out here!"
"I am very sorry Helga, but as I told you yesterday and the day before that, I'm just far too busy"
"But if anyone catches ME doing it then it'll be a disaster; the end of my social life and everything!"
Phoebe sighed sympathetically "Oh Helga, it won't be THAT bad, just say a friend asked you to deliver the letter for them"
Helga slid down the lockers and onto the floor with a defeated moan. "Okay Phoebs…thanks anyway, I guess"
"Sorry Helga, but I'll see you later, okay?" with a last comforting pat on the shoulder, Phoebe was gone.
By the time Helga got to her classroom it was already half full of the people in her class; which included, as luck would have it (or as curses as Helga saw it), Arnold and his best friend Gerald.
"Message for you football head!" Helga declared, waving the letter in the air.
"Oh, morning Helga" He glanced at the letter "Who's it from?"
"Who knows, I've never seen her here before, but this morning she just comes up to Phoebe and asks what class an Arnold Shortman was in, and when she found out that we were in the same class as you, she requested that we take it for her. Phoebe of course was busy, so the job landed to me." She finished with a shrug, handing the letter to Arnold before she then turned to her own desk and began unpacking.
"She's busy again!?! When on earth is she free?" Gerald complained.
"Tell me about it, but she sure is a busy bee" Helga looked at Gerald out of the corner of her eye, "Maybe she's just cramming everything in now so she can free up her Saturday" She added trying to sound indifferent, but honestly she had always been a silent supporter of Phoebe and Gerald's relationship.
Gerald looked at Helga with a surprised but hopeful smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, Valentines Day. Alright!"
Arnold however was transfixed on the letter and only vaguely heard Gerald and Helga's exchange. "Hm, I wonder if…"
This thought was halted however by Gerald's voice in his ear "Go on mate, all this mystery girl business has made me curious"
Arnold agreed and started opening the plain white envelope addressed to him. The letter read:
I hope you are well. I'm fine as it's that time of year again. I hope that you don't have any plans for this Saturday as I would love to see you again. I have arranged a picnic on the harbour but we can meet up at 11am in our usual spot.
Yours in waiting
"Alright! It IS her!" Arnold cheered, beaming.
"Cecil…You've talked about her before. Wasn't that the mystery girl from the Valentines Day back from when we were, what, nine?"
"Yeah, but we've been doing things together on valentines day every year since then, we even started exchanging emails. I wonder why she didn't just send it in an email."
"Maybe she was just worried you wouldn't see it in time" Helga interrupted, now leaning over her desk and his shoulder to look at the letter. "What's you're 'usual spot'?"
Arnold gave her a stop-being-so-nosey look and he tucked the letter safely into his bag before he answered, "It's just outside the Chez Paris restaurant in town. We've met in the same spot every Valentine since we were nine"
"Wow, that's a pretty committed relationship to last 7 years" Helga sat back down, stunned.
"God, has it been that long? Well I suppose it's not really what you'd call a 'conventional relationship'. For the most part we're just pen-pals who get together on rare special occasions; I guess you could call it more of a cyber relationship"
"Hm, well I guess they are more common these days"
Arnold looked at Gerald who appeared to be planning his Saturday with Phoebe. He chuckled, "Well it appears Gerald will be spending the day with Phoebe, I'll be with Cecil, have YOU got a valentine Helga?"
She scoffed and returned to rummaging through her bag for the cunningly sneaky item "Don't be silly" 'Of course I have' she added silently.
'Of course she hasn't' Arnold added to himself, rolling his eyes.
"Ah-Ha! Got ya you little rascal!" Helga announced triumphantly, finally revealing a card tied to a box of chocolates.
"Hey! I thought you said you didn't have a valentine"
"I don't, football head, they're from you're cousin and I refuse to have HIM as my valentine. I'm not keeping the card but I'm not going to throw away perfectly good chocolate"
Arnold raised an eyebrow at the use of his old nickname. They had both matured in their more recent years. Helga didn't play tricks on him or bully him anymore. All her malice was gone, and he quickly realised that when she referred to him by his old nicknames, she only did so as a playful reminder from 'back in the day' (as she called it). Something must have changed in her life and she along with it had changed in a way he had hoped for, for a very long time. Everyone could see the change in their behaviour and some suggested that they were FRIENDS. Some, namely Rhonda, even suspected that something MORE was going on between the two! They, of course (Helga especially), denied all such ridiculous notions and put it down to 'maturing' and 'being civil'. Helga could often be caught saying something like "I'm just trying to cut the kid some slack, its not like we're getting married or anything" to which the person she was telling this OBVIOUS fact to would laugh and reply "yeah, could you even IMAGINE!? You and Arnold MARRIED!!!"
Even Arnold himself wasn't quick to say they were 'friends', though he didn't deny that they were on much better terms since her attitude change. She was after all a genuinely nice person, and she was finally no longer afraid to show it. He often wondered what had changed to make her a more confident person. Maybe it WAS just the simple fact that she had matured, though he doubted he would ever actually know the true reason.