Disclaimer I DO NOT OWN ANY HEY ARNOLD CHARACTERS. COPYRIGHT BELONGS TO CRAIG BARTLETT AND NICKELODEAN.

The gang of P.S.118 is ten years old. Mr. Simmons stood at the front of the classroom speaking teaching the poetry lesson.

Arnold's POV

"Helga would you like to tell us what a sonnet is?" asked Mr. Simmons

After a couple of seconds I looked next to me to see if Helga was going to answer. She had her head in her hands and she was staring of into space. She usually has her hair in her usual pigtails but not today. Her hair is down and wavy. I think she looks beautiful with her hair like that, it looks familiar though. Did I just say she is beautiful? I always thought she was kind of pretty when I caught a few glimpses of her, but I never took the time to think about it.

"Helga!" her eyes went wide and she said "Yes Mr. Simmons?"

"I was asking if you can tell me what a sonnet is" he replied

"No I don't know what is, maybe someone else knows try Phoebe". A shocked expression came onto Mr. Simmons face. He then got Phoebe to answer the same question. I wonder what's wrong with Helga. I know a lot has changed since we came into fifth grade. Helga does not sit behind me anymore; she is seated next to me. She stopped wearing the pink ribbon once school started. I wonder what made her stop wearing it.

Things have changed a lot between us since the FTI incident. She doesn't talk to me much and she stopped calling me football head. She doesn't throw spitballs anymore or bully me at all. It is like she has been ignoring me.

I looked over to her and saw her eyes were glazed and she was starring off into space again.

"Class I want you all to split into pairs. Harold and Sheena, Rhonda and Curly, Sid and Nadine, Gerald and Phoebe, Stinky and Lila, Arnold and Helga, and Gloria and Eugene get together. I want each of you to come up with a poem together, it could be about anything. After that I want you guys to draw, paint or sculpt something in relation to the poem". Said Mr. Simmons.

What, I am working with Helga? Maybe this could be a good thing. Maybe we could start to talk and become friends. I could also find out what changed between us. I have a feeling it has to do with her "confession", maybe it really wasn't the heat of the moment for her. After the whole ordeal, I felt kind of torn about it. I am actually kind of flattered at the idea of her loving me. But part of me feels it was really just the heat of the moment since she usually acted like she hates me.

I pushed my desk closer to Helga's and started to take out a piece of paper to work on the poem.

"So Helga, what do you want the topic to be?"

Her voice came out as a whisper and weak instead of how strong it usually is. "I don't know, is baseball good with you Arnold?" I really wish she would call me football head, I never thought I would miss it so much.

"Yeah sure" I replied. All throughout writing the poem, Helga was quiet. She only answered to put in some words for the poem. She started to look hot and when my hand brushed against her skin it felt hot.

"Helga are you okay? I asked.

"Yeah I am fine let's finish up the project.

We decided to make a sculpture of a baseball bat. She said she would get the clay. As she was on her way back I noticed she looked unsteady. She started to grip the chair to hold her up. She slowly walked to her chair and sat down.

"Are you feeling alright, do you want to go to the nurse?" She rolled her eyes and then held her head. Something is wrong.

"I am fine Arnold now let's just finish the project and be done."

"Whatever you say Helga" her eyes widened a bit and then she went to working on the sculpture.

Helga's POV

I can't believe Arnold just said that. I haven't heard that since the end of fourth grade. What does it matter, I have to forget about Arnold.

After the FTI incident, I realized Arnold would never fall for me. How could he when I have been so rude and nasty to him. Who would want me, I mean even my own family doesn't want me. Bob and Miriam have paid even less attention to me since the FTI incident. Bob is still upset about the money his company has lost due to it. So he spends less time at home and Miriam spends more time drinking her "smoothies".

Only person who cares is Phoebe, I used to think Arnold did too but now I know better. I stopped writing poems about him and I put my locket and ribbon away in my drawer. I threw out my shrine to Arnold and I keep the books in the back of my closet.

I can't wait for this day to end. I have the worst headache ever and I feel like I'm boiling. Sitting next to Arnold doesn't help matters either. Good thing were just about done with this project.

"Class pack up your things, time to go home." I put away my stuff and started to walk outside the school. Oh great it's raining and I don't have an umbrella. What's new?

Arnold's POV

As I was walking home, I saw Helga walking in the rain without and umbrella. I saw her stop to hold the wall for some reason. Then she walked forward and started to sway. I felt my heart stop as I saw her starting to fall. I ran up to her and quickly caught her. When I looked down I saw she was unconscious. I felt her forehead and she was burning up.

"Helga wake up, wake up" she didn't move at all. Please be okay.

I decided to take her to my house since it was closer. I brought her to my room and placed her down on the bed. "Grandma I need your help" My grandma came up the stairs and I explained to her what happened. She rushed out the room and came back with a fresh pair of clothes. The clothes looked to be mines. I left the room while my Grandma changed Helga out of the wet clothes. I just got off with Big Bob and I am so mad. How could he not care about Helga like that? I told him what happened and all he said was Olga will better be back home later. Part of me feels like punching him in the face. When I walked back in, I saw Helga in a pair of my old pajamas.

"Kimba I'm afraid to say Eleanor she has a fever, and she fainted. We have to wait and see if her fever will go down."

"Alright I will take care of her meanwhile". After my grandma left the room I went and sat on my bed near Helga.

She stirred a little and slowly opened her eyes and "Arnold, I love you" and then she went back unconscious.

She really loves me! I can't believe it.