... to be by your side, to be near you and hear your happy voice. But I was always too scared that people would tease me or laugh. Worse, I thought you would too, so I stuffed all those feeling down inside of me — so far that it hurt. And then every time I think I might actually get close to you... think that I might actually say something with the slightest hint of how I really feel, all of those foul and wicked demons of my girlish insecurity boil over, spewing out like shards of molten glass that tear out my own throat as I only manage to hurt you once again."
"I'm sorry I make you feel that way," Phoebe offered. "But instead of saying anything, why don't you just try being close to me instead? Then no one's feeling get hurt and we might even have some fun together."
"If only I could!" Helga let go of her friend and hung her head. Phoebe sat up on her own and stroked Helga's shoulder as the blonde continued. "Every time I see Arno.. you, I get lightheaded and the whole world spins around me, and my insides tremble with fear and excitement like a Chihuahua on crack!" Helga suddenly turned and gripped Phoebe's shoulder's tightly, staring into the terrified small girl's face. "Only by some small miracle, using every ounce of the part of myself I despise, can I keep...