LOVE IS BLIND: REVISED

Summary: It's the senior year for Arnold and the gang, and numerous changes have occurred. Arnold, Gerald, Helga and Phoebe are the best of friends. Helga's gorgeous and Arnold's a hunk. Lila is a whore, and everyone else is just peachy. When Valentines Day arrives, Cupid pays a visit to Gerald and Phoebe. With the help of two new friends, the couple goes on a mission to hook up their two blind and love-struck best friends.

Author's note: After re-reading my reviews, I have taken the time to look at what I have written. All I have to say is that I'm writing garbage! Absolute garbage! Although Love is Blind will not be deleted, it will be edited to the best of my ability.

Disclaimer- It's obvious, that I do not own Hey Arnold.

Love is Blind

Chapter 1:

Today's weather was not exactly what you'd consider marvelous. Thunder roared across the pitch-black sky, and the pouring rain continued to drum a beat against the school's windows. An elderly man, obviously the teacher, drabbled on and on in his nasally voice.

Oh, how the students of Hill Wood High disgusted him. Mr. Blue, with his nasally monotone voice, noticeably fake dark brown toupee, and wrinkled, striped, navy blue suit, hated the little brats he was assigned to teach. The children of Satan, he called them. However, he never even considered, the possibility that the students of Hill Wood High loathed him with the same amount of passion, as he hated them. With no spouse, children, lack of hair, and good sense of style, the faculty considered him the bitter, dried up prune, while the students knew him as the old stuck up prick. Actually, it was Helga G. Pataki, who created his reputation as the "old stuck up prick."

"Crimeny, shut up! Please, just shut up. Its not as if anyone's listening to your nasally voice, anyway." thought the sarcastic blonde.

Helga G. Pataki stifled a yawn and lightly banged her head against the desk, wishing that she could bang her teacher's head against the bricked wall. It was obvious, that Mr. Blue and her did not have the greatest relationship. He considered Helga, a disrespectful hooligan with the mouth of a sailor. He'd always let her know it, too.

Mr. Blue, sensing a disturbance, fixed his steely gray eyes at the blonde, who really didn't give a rat's ass.

Helga, a natural born, leader, rebel, and fighter, knew when a confrontation would occur. However, it was Helga, who usually instigated them.

" Go on, bucko, I dare you" smirkedHelga, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

She noticed his lips pursed in a firm line. He was reaching his breaking point, and Helga G. Pataki was enjoying it.

" 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…"

"Ms. Pataki?" barked his nasally voice. " Is my lesson so boring, that you'd rather bang your head against your desk?"

Bingo, she thought.

"No, you asshole. It's the greatest thing since sliced bread."

Plastering a cheeky grin on her gorgeous face, she answered his question, with three small words. " No shit, Sherlock."

Rage and humiliation symbolized the redness of his face. Looking closely, you could witness a vain throbbing by his neck. Oh, God! Helga G. Pataki, a rebel, a fighter, a hero to her fourth period English, was in trouble.

" Ms. Pataki, would you care to repeat that? "

"Yes, I would be glad to," grinned Helga.

Mr. Blue raised a bushy gray eyebrow. " Well? Why aren't you?"

"Why aren't I what?" she smirked. Giggles could be heard from her classmates.

He was not amused. " Repeating your disgusting remark!"

Disgusting, huh?

" Mr. Blue, sir? I'm afraid, that I don't remember the so called "disgusting" remark I made."

The class snickered.

" Don't play games with me, Ms. Pataki!" he thundered.

" I'm not playing any games, Mr. Blue. I am merely pointing out, that I don't remember my answer to your question" Helga said coolly.

"I'm too old for this," he thought.

" Okay, very well, Ms. Pataki, you won for today. However, since you can't seem to remember much anything, you will submit a five-page paper, detailing the importance of manners."

He was surprised when he was met with a smirk and a devious glint in her eyes. Usually, when his punishments consisted of useless essays, Mr. Blue would be the prisoner of an acid tongue-lashing.

" You forgot to tell me the date, Bucko. And he says I can't remember much? Asshole."

" Do you find your behavior amusing, Ms. Pataki?"

" Not at all, sir."

Sending her his most frightening glare, he rubbed his temples, and muttered a goodbye to the class.

Fourth period English, was finally over.

" Finally!" grumbled Helga, as she made her way to the cafeteria.

On her way there, she ran into her best friend, Phoebe Heyradahl.

"Hi, Helga!" she chirped. " Are you ready for lunch?"

"More ready then ever, Pheebs" said Helga.

They made an interesting pair. Both beautiful, both smart, both as close as sisters. However, their beauty was quite unique.

The two looked as entirely different as two people could. Phoebe dark and small and delicate, Helga powerful and blonde and strong.

As both girls arrived at the cafeteria, they spotted "their boys" by the school's vending machines.

Gerald Johansson was considered to be, one fine hunk of a man. Smooth caramel skin, piercing brown eyes, a delectable body, delicate wavy locks and reaching the height of 6' 2, he was an Adonis. Loved by the girls, admired by the boys, Gerald Johansson had it all.

But, he was nothing compared to Arnold, the "Golden Boy" of Hill Wood High. Luminous locks of cornflower hair, lily green eyes, powerful broad shoulders, a smile that could melt milk chocolate, and reaching the height of 6'1, Arnold was perfection. Adored by the girls, idolized by the boys, and respected by the teachers, Arnold was the man of Hill Wood High.

And as Helga G. Pataki watched her beloved press the buttons for a bag of pretzels, she couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto her face.

He was truly beautiful. But more then that, he was truly a kind and decent human being. Arnold was blessed with a heart; always a kind word and a charming smile. To Helga, he was a rare red rose in a garden of weeds.

Yet, Arnold was blind. He had no idea of the love she felt for him. Her love for Arnold was an everlasting love, a love that could only grow stronger, as each day passed.

Both turning around, it was then that Arnold and Gerald actually noticed Helga and Phoebe.

" Sup, Phoebe, Helga" greeted Gerald.

" Hey, Geraldo" nodded Helga.

" Hi, Gerald" smiled Phoebe, cheeks rosy.

Helga smirked. It was obvious that they both were into each other, both smiling, both blushing, both blind.

"Common Pheebs, use that big brain of yours! Surely, even you can flirt," she thought, her face holding a sign of annoyance.

Standing right next to her, she witnessed Arnold, featuring a similar facial expression.

" Jeez, Gerald, and you say I need help with the ladies?" he thought.

" Hey, lovebirds, how about you flirt later? I'm starving!" shouted Helga.

Both teens turned beet red.

" We weren't flirting, Helga" blushed Phoebe.

"Yeah, right" smirked Helga. " And I'm an alien spitting out nickels. Get real, Pheebs."

"Shut up, Helga" blushed Gerald.

"Hey, tall hair boy, why don't cha grow some balls and ask her out!" she taunted.

"Watch it, Helga," snarled Gerald.

"Or what, Geraldo?" she smirked.

Arnold, releasing a small chuckle, decided to end the argument before things got out of hand.

" Common, Helga. Your never gonna get a chance to eat if you keep on yelling at Gerald."

" Whatever, Arnoldo." Said Helga, stalking into the cafeteria.

Phoebe, still blushing, giggled and followed her in, leaving the two boys alone.

" Arnold, Arnold, Arnold my man, you're a bold kid. Who would've thought that out of all the girls in Hill Wood High, you'd choose Helga Pataki! Why, man? Why, Helga?"

" Because, Gerald, she's real. She'll speak her mind, she's intelligent, she's gorgeous, she's just perfection."

Gerald gagged. " Arnold, my man, you sound like one love sick puppy. I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go get some food. You coming?"

" Yeah, I'm coming" smiled Arnold, entering the cafeteria.

Both boys spotted the girls already sitting down, Phoebe munching on some food. Arnold noticed Helga greedily eyeing Phoebe's lunch.

" Helga, do you need some money for lunch?" asked Arnold.

Helga felt her face heat up. " That's okay, Arnold. I'll eat when I get home."

" You sure?"

" I'm positive, Arnold" she answered

" Are you really sure?" he persisted.

" I said I'm positive, football head. Sheesh, you have a hearing problem or something?" snapped Helga.

Arnold bit his tongue. As much as he'd love to tell Helga to go fly a kite, he didn't want to further ignite her fiery temper. When it came to personal confrontations, Helga's harsh words and feisty nature were her two main weapons.

Helga felt guilty. She didn't mean to snap at him. It was just part of her…charming personality. Her insecurity was covered up by her aggression. She knew that Arnold was popular, especially with the ladies. And truthfully, Helga G. Pataki was scared shitless.

No matter how kind or gentle he was, Helga didn't want to give her heart to Arnold, just so he could stomp on it. So, alas, her tough exterior was her armor from heartbreak. However, that didn't mean she had to be rude.

"Thanks anyway, Arnold" she smiled.

Arnold couldn't help but smile in return. To him, Helga was the most gorgeous girl he'd ever laid eyes on.

Helga G. Pataki had a beautiful body and a striking face. Her eyes were a dreamy turquoise, her nose straight, her lips were full, and considered totally kissable, hiding the biggest, the best, and the whitest smile in Hill Wood High.

Her hair was blond and long and silky. Her long blond tresses were what every high school boy fantasized about. Straight to the point, Helga G. Pataki was lovely. Even more then lovely, she was mesmerizing.

Like a true schmuck, he continued to stare at her, devoid of any thoughts. Helga, noticing his dreamy facial expression, was not amused.

" Hey, foot ball head, what the heck's your problem? Crimeny, Arnold, you have enough drool to flood the entire cafeteria!"

His face was on fire. He didn't know whether it was the amused stares coming from Gerald and Phoebe or the fact that Helga G. Pataki, the girl who stole his heart, was looking at him as if he was the lowest of the low.

" Sorry, Helga" he apologized.

" Ah, forget about it, football head" she breezed, turning to talk to Phoebe, on her right.

He released a sigh of relief. Helga must've been extremely happy today. He was actually the victor of Helga's fiery temper.

Gerald must've thought the same thing. " Damn, Arnold, I'm surprised you're still next to me. Usually, she'd burn you with her big mouth."

" I'm surprised too," he agreed. " I guess she's having a good day."

Gerald laughed. " Please, Arnold, my man, Helga G. Pataki never has good days."

" Common, Gerald, she's been our friend since the 6th grade. Why don't cha give her a break?"

" All right, all right. I'll give her a break." He smiled a toothy smile. " You know, even I have to admit that Helga's hot. She's not gonna stay single forever. Like Helga said, " Why don't cha grow a pair of balls and ask her out?"

" Tell you what, Gerald, maybe when you develop the brains to figure out that Phoebe likes you, I'll ask Helga out. In the mean time, you shouldn't be lecturing me on how to pick up girls. Especially, when you can't even follow your own advice."

Well, that certainly struck a nerve. " Thanks, man. Why'd you have to say that? You know that I'd do anything for that girl! Unlike other guys, I actually care about her, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna use those corny pick up lines to guilt her into going on a date with me. Besides, she doesn't like me like that."

Arnold felt a bit guilty. " Look, Gerald, you're a nice guy. You're smart, funny, and a really great person. Trust me, we've known Phoebe, since she was three. And trust me, I know she likes you. You just need a bit more confidence to realize that."

" Thanks, man" smiled Gerald, as both friends did their secret handshake.

Helga, watching out of the corners of her eyes, snickered. " Finally, the old football head convinced Geraldo to grow some balls. Hallelujah!"

" What's so funny, Helga?" asked Phoebe.

" Nothing, Pheebs. Just laughing at those two losers."

Phoebe giggled. " Oh, Helga, you're bad."

" I know" she smirked.

Phoebe shook her head playfully. " Common, Helga, they're not losers. Why don't cha give them a break?"

" Jeez, Pheebs, no need to get so defensive" she smirked. " Is tall hair boy on your mind?"

Phoebe sighed. " Oh, Helga, he doesn't even know I exist."

Helga felt the sudden urge to roll her eyes. " Puh-lease, Phoebe, if you can tell the difference between…what were those two cells we learned in biology?"

" Prokaryotic and Eukaryotic cells" Phoebe informed.

" Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, if you can tell the difference between those two cells, then surely you can tell that tall hair boy's interested in you. Common, Pheebs, either open your eyes, or get contacts."

Phoebe shrugged. " Helga, I wanna say that he likes me. I really do, but they're so many pretty girls in our school…and I'm so…plain."

Helga looked at her as if she'd grown three heads. " Phoebe, what the hell are you smoking? Why would you want to look like some bimbo with fake cantaloupe boobs? Please, you're gorgeous. Besides, your bra size is even bigger than those girl's IQ's. They're complete morons, Phoebe. You have a better chance of having an intelligent conversation with the wall than with them."

" Is that so? Helga, just because you're so ugly, doesn't mean you should be bad-mouthing us gorgeous gals."

Oh, Man! How she hated that voice!

" Well, Lila, I don't understand how you're included in this conversation. Like you said so yourself, I shouldn't be bad mouthing those gorgeous girls."

Phoebe stifled a giggle. Lila was not amused. " You know, Helga, you'd be less ugly if you'd just lose some pounds and take off that scary mask. Halloween hasn't arrived yet."

Then why is the wicked with of the west standing before my very own eyes?

" Really, Lila, as if you're one to talk. Do you really think all that make up can cover your hideous face? I sure don't."

Lila smirked, and placed her hands on her bony hips. " My face is not hideous, Pataki. Why else why would I be sought after by so many boys?"

Helga wanted to laugh. This girl actually thought she was hot shit? Yeah, right, in her head.

Lila was five feet three inches tall, too thin and arrogant. She had very long chestnut curls, seaweed green eyes, and a smile that seduced many boys. She also had fake tits, thanks to some cheap plastic surgeon recommended by one of her friends. She wore a too short black micro mini skirt, a polyester red midriff, and her feet were enhanced with stiletto heels, adding her height another five inches. Her face was poorly made up, one side orange, one side brown. Her china blue eye shadow, clashed horribly with her slutty pink lipstick.

" Well, it could be the fact that you sleep with anything that moves" informed Helga.

Phoebe, amused by Helga's directness, released a huge amount of giggles. This caused the attention of Arnold and Gerald.

" Oh, great! Ms. Slut of the year's arrived," whispered Gerald.

" Gerald, just because she's promiscuous, doesn't mean you have the right to call her names."

" Please, man, we don't need rights. The truth is the truth," argued Gerald.

Arnold couldn't help but agree. He remembered how lovely she'd once been, so vibrant, so full of life. And now, sad as it was, she was nothing but a poorly dressed hooker.

" At least she's comfortable in her own skin," thought Arnold.

Like a mind reader, Gerald, nodded.

Lila fixed her seaweed green eyes on Arnold. " Yummy" she thought. With that, she sauntered up to him, hips moving, and cleavage shown.

" Hiya, Arnold" she cooed.

" Uh…hi, Lila" he offered.

Helga wanted to gag. " Why's he acting so nice?"

Lila smiled coyly." Oh, Arnold, whatdya say, you and me go sit somewhere else, have ourselves a nice…talk."

Gerald rolled his eyes. Helga crushed Phoebe's empty Pepsi can. Boy, was she pissed. Phoebe glanced at her in concern. Helga looked ready to kill.

Arnold looked repulsed. It wasn't even the fact that he was repulsed, her musk was smothering him, and she was too close for comfort.

" No thanks, Lila. I'm fine right here."

Lila pouted. She was not used to being turned down. " Oh, but Arnold, it would be ever so nice if you'd come sit with me. We could catch up, talk about the good old days."

That's it, thought Helga.

" Hey, Ms. Slutface, can't you see that he doesn't wanna talk? Why don't cha go sleep with the school's janitor and leave him alone!"

Gerald had a Cheshire grin plastered on his face. Phoebe looked appalled. Arnold tried not to laugh. Lila was flabbergasted.

" How dare you! I am not a hooker! Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?" yelled Lila, standing up.

Helga too rose from her seat. " Puh-lease, Lila, save the drama for your boy toys. You think you're such hot shit? Yeah, right, when hell freezes over."

She then paused. " Twice" she added, smirking.

Gerald pounded fists with Sid behind him. " Damn, Lila scored a beat down!"

" You got that right," said Sid. "And about time, too."

Lila's face turned three shades of red, orange, and pink. And without warning, like a panther, she lunged at Helga. Helga, prepared for her attack, standing in a fighting stance mode, managed to sock her in the gut.

Lila, clutching her stomach, moaned in pain. " You fuckin bitch!" she wheezed. " You'll pay for that."

Helga smirked. " Okay. How much? Is a dollar enough? I mean, after all, I'm sure you charge less for the people you sleep with."

Arnold and Gerald laughed. Phoebe looked amused. " Wow, Helga, you certainly are direct."

Lila had the grace to blush. " At least I'm into boys, Pataki."

Helga laughed; and she laughed loudly, catching the attention of the entire cafeteria.

Perfect, she thought, making sure the entire cafeteria was listening.

" Crimeny, if you're still a virgin, people automatically assume that you're a dyke?" she laughed.

The entire cafeteria roared with laughter. Out of the corner of her eye, she witnessed Arnold smile a sheepish grin, pounding fists with Gerald.

Helga did a mental victory cheer. "Hah! Take that Ms. Slutface."

With all the dignity she could muster, Lila, her head held high, excited the cafeteria, her stiletto heels clicking behind her.

The entire cafeteria, amused at the confrontation that took place between Helga and Lila, whispered excitedly. Also, Helga, received many praises at her table

" You sure showed her, Helga," praised Phoebe.

" Nah" grinned Helga.

" Aw, common, Helga, you know you did" laughed Gerald.

" Yeah, I guess I did" smiled Helga.

" Did you really have to hit her?" asked Arnold, frowning slightly.

Helga raised a delicate eyebrow. " Well, aren't you concerned? In case you haven't noticed, Arnoldo, she lunged at me first; and there's no way in hell I'd let Lila have the first punch. No way in hell!"

Arnold raised his hands in self-defense. " Helga, I'm not saying that she didn't deserve it, I'm just saying that violence's not always the answer. The last thing you need is to get suspended, Helga."

Phoebe had to agree. " Arnold's right, Helga. You don't need to get suspended. Just ignore her. She only wants to get you in trouble; she's not worth it."

Helga fumed. " Sheesh, Pheebs, you've been talking to football head too much."

Arnold glared at her. " You know, Helga, we're the only friends you have. We care about you. We care enough about you to make sure that you don't get into trouble. I don't appreciate you taking out your anger on Phoebe and I. We're just looking out for you."

Helga's turquoise eyes burned in anger. " I can take care of myself, Arnold. I've done so since I could walk. I don't need anyone to look out for me! Especially you!"

" I don't see what's the problem" argued Gerald, hoping to vanish Helga's anger. " She thinks she's all that, and she says things that cause other people to kick her ass. It's her fault. Good for you, that's all I can say, Helga."

" Thanks, tall hair boy" said Helga warmly, glad that someone was on her side. " I guess you do have a set of balls, after all."

" I always did, Helga" Gerald said coolly.

Phoebe blushed. " Umm…can we please change the subject?"

Gerald turned red. Arnold and Helga laughed.

" We don't have time to" chuckled Arnold, standing up. " It's time for Biology."

" Damn" whined Gerald, throwing his trash in the garbage. " An hour is not enough time for lunch?"

" Suck it up and stop whining, tall hair boy," yawned Helga. " You'll need your strength for Biology."

" Why is that?" asked Gerald.

" Because, today's a new lab," informed Phoebe.

" Oh, shit," groaned Gerald. " Wonderful, nothing like a lab on a rainy Monday morning."

" Actually, Gerald, it's the afternoon" giggled Phoebe.

" Hah! What a moron!" laughed Helga, exciting the cafeteria with Phoebe, leaving Arnold and Gerald by themselves.

Gerald was a tomato red. " Damn, no wonder she never notices me. Why would a smart girl notice an idiot like me?"

" You're not an idiot, Gerald," said Arnold. " So you made a mistake, big deal. We all make mistakes. And Phoebe does notice you. I'm telling you, Gerald, she really likes you."

" Yeah, right, man. Why would she like a loser like me? She's so beautiful and smart and perfect. She needs someone like her."

" Gerald, don't you think if that's what Phoebe wanted, she would've found someone like that?"

Gerald shrugged. " Maybe."

Arnold groaned in frustration. " Common, Gerald, you're my best friend, and a really good guy. Now, trust me, Phoebe LIKES you. She really likes you."

" How do you know?" asked Gerald.

" Because, she just does. Gerald, it's hard to explain; I just know she does."

Gerald managed to smile a small smile. " All right, thanks man."

" No problem, Gerald" smiled Arnold, holding to cafeteria door.

Exciting the cafeteria, they managed to catch up with Helga.

" What took you guys so long?" asked Helga.

" None of your business" said Gerald coolly.

Helga just shrugged.

" Where's Phoebe?" asked Arnold.

Helga pointed to a corner on their right. " Lorenzo said he wanted to talk to her. Bet the rich boy wants to take her to the dance."

Gerald was blazing. " Over my dead body" he murmured.

Helga, hearing what he said, smirked. " Talk is cheap, Geraldo. You need action. Anyway, obviously, you like my best friend, right?"

" Yeah, so what?" blushed Gerald.

Helga sighed. " So, you moron, take action and ask my best friend to the Valentine's dance. Simple as that; unless, you want Lorenzo to ask her first?"

Saying what she needed to say, Helga entered Biology, Arnold right behind her.

Gerald remained rooted to the spot, for god knows how long. His eyes never left Lorenzo, who was dangerously close too Phoebe.

" If he touches her in any way, I'll kick his ass."

However, there was no need for violence. Phoebe, excusing herself from Lorenzo, ran into biology.

Lorenzo, a soft smirk plastered onto his face, raised knowing eyebrows.

Gerald sent him a look saying: Well, why don't cha do something about it.

Deciding that a guy like Lorenzo wasn't worth it, he walked into Biology, just in time for the bell to ring.

Arnold flinched at the look on Gerald's face. He looked pure bastard, and Arnold was smart enough not to ask questions. Besides, even if he wanted to, Ms. Jones already entered the classroom.

" Great" he thought. " Welcome, to another of Hill Wood High."

Author's Note: Well, I hope the revision was better than the previous one. I wish all you guys on fan fiction, a Happy New Year. Please, review my story. Besides, I could use some advice and suggestions.