Helga sat at the booth, slurping her large chocolate shake. She wanted to stay there, as he never came here much. Hopefully, she would be able to avoid him while he's here to visit. It was too painful to see him, as he reminded her of him.
It had been almost a year since he had left for San Lorenzo, a year since he had broken her heart. She still went to sleep crying from the pain. And why, oh why, would he come to visit? He knew she didn't have feelings for him.
The door to Slausen's Ice Cream opened to reveal a pale young man standing in the door, holding a bag. Inside this bag appeared to be string and lint of various colors, quite an impressive collection if you cared about that sort of thing. She turned and saw him standing there.
"I guess I couldn't avoid him forever" thought Helga to herself. Arnie saw her and walked slowly to her, cradling the bag in his hands. He got into the seat next to Helga, blinking one eye, then the other.
"Hey" said Arnie, snorting loudly after his greeting. Helga tried not to look away in disgust, and forced herself to look at him.
"Oh, his odd shaped head is so much like
And his hair, it stands up just like
no. I won't think of him" she monologues inside her head. This time, she addressed Arnie.
"Arnie, listen. I think your bag is
cool," started Helga, even though she wanted nothing more than to leave from this little freak, "but I don't like you like you. I can't be with you because
" She stopped. She couldn't say it, as it would hurt his feelings and it would hurt her to say his name.
"Because I remind you of him, don't I?" He snorted, and then waited for her answer. Helga was surprised, but she still managed a nod.
He blinked one eye, then the other. He said, "Okay." And with that, he left.