So Obvious (Hey Arnold!)

So Obvious

A/N: This is late, but here is a Valentine's Day one shot. TJM didn't happen in this storyline,  but everything else is canon.
(Warning: depictions of underage drinking)

Two blonde teenagers, Arnold and Helga, were sitting next to each other, in the very top passenger car of a ferris wheel. Their hands were laced together as Arnold's emerald eyes met the gaze of Helga's ocean eyes.

"Helga, I love..." Arnold started to confess, but was abruptly put to a halt by an echo in the distance.

"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!"

Arnold's eyes shot open, and then realized he was laying in his bed with his alarm clock snapping him out of his unconscious fantasy.

"What the heck? I had that dream again, damn it!" Arnold expressed to himself.

The teenage blonde boy shut his alarm clock off, made his way out of bed, and headed downstairs for breakfast. As his feet met the descending stairsteps, thoughts about his reoccurring dream last night flooded his mind. Everytime he had that dream, enjoyment was felt by his dream self. When he woke up from it, a mix of confusion and disappointment was felt by his real self. Confusion because he didn't understand why he kept having that dream, and disappointment because he secretly didn't want it to be just a fantasy in his mind.

Around the time eigth grade started, Helga had slowly stopped being a bully, but still keeping her sarcastic antics. And by the time freshman year started, Helga and Arnold had become friends.

It was now the second semester of their sophomore year, and Arnold had developed a crush on Helga. And he felt like it was beyond that, and he felt in his heart that the feelings were real.

But how was he going to tell her?

After eating breakfast, Arnold went on his merry way to his high school.

Once the blonde boy arrived, he went to his locker to get his geometry textbook.

"Hey, Arnold!" Helga greeted, using Arnold's real name rather than the shape of his head.

Arnold was was halfway through his locker combination, and Helga's voice made him jump a bit.

"Did I startle you, football head? Oops." Helga remarked in a sarcastic, yet genuine tone.

Arnold stopped working on his locker combination and decided to look to his left, his sight meeting the pink bowed girl whom he had dreamed about the previous night.

Arnold's face turned a light hue of red once his eyes met the girl who he had a crush on since the beginning of the year, possibly even way longer. Helga noticed Arnold's face changing color but decided not to say anything, despite the fact that she always commented on everything to tease the football head. Arnold's blushing was quite subtle, so she couldn't tell if if he was really blushing or not. But the thought of it was still lingering in her mind nevertheless.

"Hi, Helga." Arnold greeted, flashing an awkward yet subtle smile. "How are you doing today?"

"I'm tired, I hate waking up early." Helga responded.

But I'm also happy because I'm talking to you. Damn, I just need to confess my feelings already... I mean it's almost Valentine's Day a-freakin-gain! Helga thought.

"Hey, you two. Here are your invitations to my party on Friday." A voice behind them informed, cutting off the pink bowed girl's thoughts.

The voice belonged to no other than the fashionista of the school, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. She had her jet black hair in her normal styled bangs that covered her eyebrows. The only difference was the her hair fell a few inches above her waist rather than her shoulders.