This was all wrong, so abominably wrong that Helga almost couldn't stand it. Almost. As much as she just wanted to leave the place or break everything around her, she didn't do any of those things. Instead, she would frown and complain about how long the ceremony was taking and how awful the flowers decorating the room were and how this could easily turn into a disaster. It was partially true, after all, even if the other guests continually sent glares in her direction. That was and had always been her way of coping: hiding behind a bully, violent and cruel shell so no one would know how much this was affecting her. Helga truly hated that shell and even though she swore all those years ago to never wear it again, here she was again, being the only sad person in a happy occasion; a wedding.
The problem wasn't the occasion in itself. She would never acknowledge it but at heart, she was a hopeless romantic. Her favorite parts in movies and films were the wedding scene, where the groom would swear eternal love and faithfulness to the blushing and tearful wife. Those scenes always got her, she had to admit. There were times when she threw away her resolve and allowed herself to release a few tears (particularly during Phoebe and Gerald's wedding; her best friend had been so beautiful and happy in that day). This, however, was no happy occasion, even though it was a wedding. This was a disaster - the biggest one of her life so far and that was saying a lot.
The reason for her endless unhappiness was the identity of the happy couple: Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (for now) - international stylist and currently the bane of Helga's life - and Arnold Shortman, her lifelong love. Helga still couldn't understand it at all. How did this happen? When did they get to happy together to result in this? But deep down, she already knew the reason. They fell in love in a difficult time of their lives, both having recently dealt with a breakup: Rhonda with Harold and Arnold with Helga herself. At that time, they had been pre-teens and after many misadventures, Helga finally admitted her love for the football-headed boy and they even began a relationship then. Those had been the happiest years in her life. But Arnold didn't have the same opinion. True, they argued a lot and rarely got to a conclusion, but somehow it just worked for them. That is, until he had enough and broke up with her five years ago. Everyone changed with time, including her, but some things were too hard to forget. For Arnold, it had been impossible to forget Helga's long-running bullying and for Helga, it had been impossible to forget those short memorable years of a hurting relationship with him.
And yet, here he was now, in that impeccable white suit with his hair combed and his teeth flashing charmingly by the altar. Arnold exhaled happiness, that much was obvious. The bride, who was now standing by the altar as well after an unbearably long walk down the aisle, also had a blinding smile in her face. Rhonda wasn't known for smiling so openly, always preferring an elegant smirk, but today was an exception. The black-haired woman looked breathtaking in her visibly expensive and beautiful white dress - brought all the way from Milan, according to her. There was so much love between the look the bride and groom exchanged, it made Helga sick.
She should've been there, standing by the altar and smiling at Arnold. Not Rhonda, or Layla, or any other girl. Helga knew she was the one for Arnold, she just knew it. And yet nothing changed the fact her beloved was not only marrying someone else, but he was also happily doing it.
Helga, being known for her infallible - yet very much fallible, she realized over the years - plans, tried to sabotage the marriage through numerous ways: stealing the rings, trying to rip the dress, changing the date of the ceremony with the Church, but nothing worked. Her last attempt had been to track down Harold and demand him to break the marriage at once. What she received, however, had been a solid 'no'. The idiot was actually sitting through the whole thing with a smile on his face. True, he had moved on but that didn't mean Helga had to. She had loved Arnold ever since she was three and she never stopped doing it no matter the obstacle. So why should she stop now? But she knew the awful truth: Arnold didn't love her anymore and nothing she did would change that. He had also moved down and was now settling down with someone else.
Helga was the one who never moved on and she probably never would.
When the bride and groom were joyfully saying their "I do"s, Helga decided she had had enough. But instead of shouting at the top of her lungs to stop this silliness, the blond just sighed and silently left for the bathroom. No one asked where she was going or why because no one truly cared. They were here to celebrate Rhonda and Arnold's union and not feel sorry for someone that bullied them during their childhood. This was all wrong. But then again, so was she.
FILL: All Wrong
The problem wasn't the occasion in itself. She would never acknowledge it but at heart, she was a hopeless romantic. Her favorite parts in movies and films were the wedding scene, where the groom would swear eternal love and faithfulness to the blushing and tearful wife. Those scenes always got her, she had to admit. There were times when she threw away her resolve and allowed herself to release a few tears (particularly during Phoebe and Gerald's wedding; her best friend had been so beautiful and happy in that day). This, however, was no happy occasion, even though it was a wedding. This was a disaster - the biggest one of her life so far and that was saying a lot.
The reason for her endless unhappiness was the identity of the happy couple: Rhonda Wellington Lloyd (for now) - international stylist and currently the bane of Helga's life - and Arnold Shortman, her lifelong love. Helga still couldn't understand it at all. How did this happen? When did they get to happy together to result in this? But deep down, she already knew the reason. They fell in love in a difficult time of their lives, both having recently dealt with a breakup: Rhonda with Harold and Arnold with Helga herself. At that time, they had been pre-teens and after many misadventures, Helga finally admitted her love for the football-headed boy and they even began a relationship then. Those had been the happiest years in her life. But Arnold didn't have the same opinion. True, they argued a lot and rarely got to a conclusion, but somehow it just worked for them. That is, until he had enough and broke up with her five years ago. Everyone changed with time, including her, but some things were too hard to forget. For Arnold, it had been impossible to forget Helga's long-running bullying and for Helga, it had been impossible to forget those short memorable years of a hurting relationship with him.
And yet, here he was now, in that impeccable white suit with his hair combed and his teeth flashing charmingly by the altar. Arnold exhaled happiness, that much was obvious. The bride, who was now standing by the altar as well after an unbearably long walk down the aisle, also had a blinding smile in her face. Rhonda wasn't known for smiling so openly, always preferring an elegant smirk, but today was an exception. The black-haired woman looked breathtaking in her visibly expensive and beautiful white dress - brought all the way from Milan, according to her. There was so much love between the look the bride and groom exchanged, it made Helga sick.
She should've been there, standing by the altar and smiling at Arnold. Not Rhonda, or Layla, or any other girl. Helga knew she was the one for Arnold, she just knew it. And yet nothing changed the fact her beloved was not only marrying someone else, but he was also happily doing it.
Helga, being known for her infallible - yet very much fallible, she realized over the years - plans, tried to sabotage the marriage through numerous ways: stealing the rings, trying to rip the dress, changing the date of the ceremony with the Church, but nothing worked. Her last attempt had been to track down Harold and demand him to break the marriage at once. What she received, however, had been a solid 'no'. The idiot was actually sitting through the whole thing with a smile on his face. True, he had moved on but that didn't mean Helga had to. She had loved Arnold ever since she was three and she never stopped doing it no matter the obstacle. So why should she stop now? But she knew the awful truth: Arnold didn't love her anymore and nothing she did would change that. He had also moved down and was now settling down with someone else.
Helga was the one who never moved on and she probably never would.
When the bride and groom were joyfully saying their "I do"s, Helga decided she had had enough. But instead of shouting at the top of her lungs to stop this silliness, the blond just sighed and silently left for the bathroom. No one asked where she was going or why because no one truly cared. They were here to celebrate Rhonda and Arnold's union and not feel sorry for someone that bullied them during their childhood. This was all wrong. But then again, so was she.