helga:

      A half smile formed on her lips trying to cheer Sam up, without punching him since that was normally how she showed affection. Man was she messed up ?  But Helga had a soft side to her– it was just hard to see through all the anger && threats. Hesitantly she pats his back trying to be kind. Showing LOVE && giving HUGS wasn’t one of her strong points, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t learn.

      ❝ It’s alright, life isn’t total crap. Ah, my name’s Helga by the with… ❞ Giving a slight shrug, her tone changed slightly, more soft && least harsh with small hints of sadness lingering. With shaky fingers she brushes some hair behind her ear, eyes flickering downward to her shoes slowly letting her gaze drift back up to meet Sams. Maybe this kid wouldn’t be so bad.

    it’d be a lie to say he was never intimidated by her. helga
    constantly had this air around her that warded people away,
    discomforted them, or just not wanted to BE around; it’s
    how sam felt before she ever showed a glimpse of the softer
    side to her. 

   “yeah, i guess you’re right,” the ends of his lips curl up to
    form a small smile, the dimples on his cheeks pronouncing
    themselves, “i’m sam. & .. y’know maybe you could come
    over sometime. my parents wouldn’t mind having you over
    for dinner.”

patakiiism

    he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be out this late. his
    parents would freak out to know that their son would be
    making the same ones lindsay made when she was in
   her ‘REBELLIOUS’ stage. sam wouldn’t normally do this,
   BUT IT WAS IMPORTANT. the text implanted in his mind
   the moment his eyes withdrew the words on screen. from
   helga; someone he respected very well especially when
   his sister left for college. 

  it takes him some time, but he finds her, about as chilled
  as he was from the bitter cold clawing the warmth of their
  faces. “helga?” he called, quickening his pace to grab her
  attention, say ‘i’m here!’ & to help alleviate whatever she
  was bothered by.

 “i got your text.. what happened?”

helga:

     Giving a slightly nod of ACKNOWLEDGMENT towards the boy, she almost wanted to take back what she had said– wishing she hadn’t ruined Sam’s innocent mindset. Destroying the bubble of nostalgie he had built up in a matter of seconds, could she apologize ?  That would probably only fix one of the H U G E dents Helga had made. ❝ Look kid, I’m sorry if I burst your bubble. But not ALL families are happy an’ shit.❞ An unpleasant sigh fell from her lips, sure she was mean but she wasn’t totally heartless– she just hoped that maybe Sam would see that && understand in someway.

          finding out about NEAL & his infidelity-committing father felt
          tumultuous enough, but helga’s? his almost-perfect ideals
          just aren’t prepared to sustain the sad reality of it; it sets in
          this worry his family could experience the same. his eyes
          flicker to her, though not as pleased as earlier, he nodded.
         “no. no, i get it. i know, it’s just– not fair. to you or the kids
          with those kind of families.”

patakiiism:

❝ No. Unless you like burnt food or cereal for dinner.❞ Did this kid not understand that not all parents were good ? Helga grow up with an workaholic dad who could never remember her name && a forgetful mother with a HORRIBLE drinking problem. She wouldn’t know n o r m a l if it bit her in the ass.

       his little ideal ‘family-life’ bubble, which he assumed MOST
       families also had, is near to burst. helga doesn’t live with two
       loving parents compared to sam’s own; he didn’t know how
       bad it was, but vaguely picks up on her reaction. & reply. “oh,“
       was the most he could muster, accompanied with a lone shrug,
       embarrassed at his obliviousness.