Brainy watched as Helga walked down the street, staring down at the sidewalk. It had been another day at P.S 118, where Helga had once again tortured Arnold to hide her true feelings. She had already done a monologue in the janitor's closet, to no one but Brainy's knowledge. He had opened the door and caught her right in the middle of it, holding her locket into the air and circling around. He wheezed, and she had hit him.
It was a ritual. And he loved his part, even though he always had to get new glasses. He just hated to see her so miserable. Why wouldn't she just tell him? Why continue to hurt herself because of him? She knew how Brainy felt, she could talk to him. He would always be there for her.
Brainy sighed, and switched the cameras, checking the Vine St. corner and watched her round it, still watching her. She looked up and down the street, and then ducked into an alley. Brainy smiled and left his room, the system still running.
He sprinted from his house to Vine St., seeing the alley she had disappeared into. He ducked behind some boxes and heard her.
"Oh Arnold, how many times must opportunity knock before I finally tell you my true feelings? If only I had the guts to tell you how I really feel. How I don't hate your football-shaped head, how I don't think you are a good-two-shoes and that you're a wet blanket. How I only have and always will love you. Ohhh Arnold." She sighed, and he heard a small THUD as she fell to the ground, still clutching her locket.
He breathed, knowing she probably could hear him.
"Oh well. I will be there for her, even if she doesn't want me there." He rose slightly, seeing her glance behind her. He didn't see her face, but he knew what it probably was. A scowl or frown.
Her fist rose, and nailed him in the face, breaking his nose and glasses. He smiled as he fell to the ground.