SUMMARY: Someone's busy thinking about boys. But is there someone thinking about girls too? I just randomly started an iPod shuffle of one-shots because I need inspiration, pronto! First song is up. Mostly going to be fluff AxH, rated as they come. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hey Arnold, hence why this story is here on FFNET.

Song 1: Boys by Charlie XCX

I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys
Always busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys (XCX)
Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys

Note: Arnold and Helga are around 15.

So where was I?

Oh yes, Stinky looks a little different. Taller, if that was even possible, and a little more built too. Huh. When did that twig find the time to gain muscle? And where was I when that happened?

There he is talking to Pink Boy, err, Harold now. Pink Boy...really? Heh, funny how he never caught up height-wise to well, any of the other boys, but he's slimmer so... there's that. Who knew that spending all that time on football and meat butchering on the side would do wonders? He ain't so pink anymore either. Maybe I should let that nickname die...or not. Definitely not.

Oh god is that Sid's hair? Phoebe was right then, it definitely is luscious! His nose though, still funny. How the heck have I never called him Nose-boy before? Not even once. And those boots. Still with the boots - I mean, really Gifaldi? Some trends should really just die a slow, torturous death. I could help with that.

...

Ewww he's kissing his frog again. Yuck.

I look away, controlling myself from gagging.

My feet move of its own accord as I head to my locker on the other side of the hallway, close to the auditorium. Without warning, a blur of red and manic energy almost stumbles into me, but thank god for fast reflexes on my part.

"Oh I'm sorry Helga," he says, still running. I wave him away, watching as he runs head first into a locker door. "I'm okay!" He says to no one in particular.

Good ol' Eugene. Still short, redheaded, and still with those cute freckles. The klutziness is the same too. Never change, Red, no matter what I say.

I finally reach my locker and open it, pretty sure someone is talking to me. At the moment though, I really wasn't listening because Gerald just walked around the corner. He who used to have that tall stack of hair that I truly despised. Thank all the gods he finally decided to cut his hair to more of a close crop, oh but now he has an itty bitty wittle soul patch. He he. I should annoy him about it more. The boy is tall - the only one aside from Stinky and Curly to catch up to me - and muscular. Boy is he toned, but I can't say I'm surprised, I mean, I see how he flits from one sport to the other like it was going out of style.

Kudos to him though, and to Phoebe, who's dating him. I may never say this out loud but she's found herself a worthy specimen of man, who's also a gentleman to boot - if what my best friend tells me is any indication.

Of course, if I was ever told otherwise I already promised to gouge his eyes out, castrate him, then feed the remains to my monitor lizard - his name is Ronald.

Yes I named my monitor lizard Ronald. Why, you ask? Well how dare you ask? But fine, I'm in a good enough mood. I named my monitor lizard Ronald because it's an acronym for Ar -holyfxxkingshxt!

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

I think perfection just joined us mortal men. We are not worthy.

He-he's taller, as tall as I am, in fact.

There he is sharing that corny little handshake with Geraldo and oh, his arms. Sinewy, tanned, toned, but not so much as to become distracting. They're perfect. Strong. Like he could lift me up in one fell swoop and I'd be safe in his arms, and -

Why does he have to be wearing a fitted white shirt of all things today? Can't he see I'm drooling here? I can see the outline of his abs and pectorals and I'm swooning. I follow the line from where his neck peeks out of his shirt to his face - his adorable, football-shaped face - to those kissable pink lips currently lit up in a smile, his cute nose, and those bright green eyes of his that sparkled as he talked with Gerald about something or other.

Finally my eyes reach his tousled (not messy) flaxen locks. So soft, so luscious; I'm suddenly itching to abandon all decorum and march up to him, push him against the locker he's leaning on and run my hands through that hair before having my wicked way with his pretty pink lips, school be damned.

Oh god Helga ol' Girl, you sound insane. Again.

Remember your training. Breathe. Calm breaths.

Those bottle green eyes shift to meet mine. Oh god he's looking at me. Oh my effing god he just caught me staring! Abort! Abort!

My heart constricts suddenly when he gives me that smile, that perfect half-lid eyed, dreamy smile, his green eyes twinkling.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

I feel the corners of my mouth go upwards.

I'm smiling back.

Oh god I'm smiling back. Helga, what the hell!? Abort! Abort!

His eyes widen and his smile widens too. Then he winks.

Oh my god did he wink?

Did. He. Just. Fucking. Wink? My legs are trembling.

-lga! Helga!"

I look away, legs trembling, heart pounding, as I try to focus on the voice calling my name, the owner of which turns out to be Rhonda. The same Rhonda who was now frowning at me, shaking her head a little. "Huh?"

Oh how eloquent. You are a gift with words Helga ol' Girl.

She must have agreed with me because she rolls her eyes, looking at me with that look of hers that spelled utter disappointment. Too bad I wasn't 6-feet tall, dark, and surprisingly handsome Thaddeus 'Curly' Gammelthorpe, so the look does nothing for me. "Were you listening to me at all?"

"I-uh-I -

She rolls her eyes again and I fight the urge to jab my fingers in them. I was still pretty out of it though, so I just stare back and silently will her to just get it over with. Sighing a little dramatically, she finally continues, "I said," and she pauses, making sure I was listening. I was. "I'm having a back-to-school party tomorrow evening. You should come,"

I blink for a moment then shrug, "Yeah sure, I'll go, maybe tag with Phoebe and Geraldo"

Her jaw hangs open, and I'm sure it's because she was expecting more resistance. I would have done so too, if it wasn't for that certain distracting football-head I could see just past her shoulder, "Oh, err, really? That's great Helga,"

I shrug, "Yeah, don't sweat it Princess,"

Rhonda smiles and once again, I smile back.

Yep my mood is shot for today.

I was expecting her to just walk off after that so I could go find Phoebe and tell her all about my morning - my amazing, spectacular, multi-smile-worthy morning - but then Rhonda speaks up again, "Soooo, why did you ignore me for a whole two minutes?"

My eyes wander back to the flaxen haired angel behind her, this time catching him staring. He blushes a pretty red when he realizes that I caught him, but then smiles again. Finally, he makes some sort of gesture that looks like a wave and walks off to his next class, Gerald giving him a look the whole time. I wonder what he'll say.

I look back to meet Rhonda's enquiring gaze and shrug, "Oh nothing, I was just busy thinking about boys,"

"Boys?" She asks, raising a slender eyebrow.

I smile, "Yep, boys,"

XXXXXX

Gerald frowns, watching his daydreamer best friend look off in the distance, a big goofy smile on his face.

"Arnold?"

He doesn't answer, so Gerald puts a hand to his shoulder and starts shaking. "Arnold!"

Finally the boy blinks and looks towards him, still looking a little dazed, "What? Huh?"

"I said, what are you smiling about?"

Arnold smiles and shrugs, his gaze wandering back to Helga as she talked to Rhonda by her locker. He didn't see Gerald follow his gaze to Helga, nor did he hear him say his famous 'mmm mmm mmm', because all he could really focus on at the moment was the blonde who just smiled at him. She smiled back at him. Helga G Pataki just smiled back. At him. She looked especially pretty that day too, wearing a floaty pink dress that ended at her knees, paired with a white hoodie jacket and white tennis shoes, her pink ribbon wrapped around her neck as a choker. Her blond hair was down, swept to one side of her face, tumbling down in soft waves. Her lips puckered slightly as she talked, and all Arnold could do was stare and wonder if they were still as soft and pillowy as they were the first time. If she ever gave him another chance to kiss her, this time he would savor every moment.

Arnold looks up when he feels her gaze on him, and gets lost in her big baby blues. He feels his face heat up, realizing that she just caught him staring. Then one corner of her lips quirks up to form her playful smirk and Arnold just about loses it. He likes that smirk even more than her first smile.

Finally he lifts a hand to wave to her, and is unable to stop the smile appearing on his face. Yes, he would definitely revisit this little - something - later. He looks back at Gerald, who was still waiting for an answer, one eyebrow raised as he watches his friend's lovesick gaze.

Arnold shrugs, his smile still goofy as he follows Gerald to their first class, "Girls, Gerald. I was just thinking about girls,"

And that's it. Yeah it's silly, but seriously the first thing that popped into my mind when I heard the song was Helga going gaga over Arnold. The other boys are just extra helpings of gravy. I also couldn't help but add Arnold's little part at the end, though in a different style, for...err...reasons. Just how it came out.

So whadday'all think? Lemme know!

Also, I may add to this from time to time so stay tuned. I've got some pretty dark songs there so it won't be all fluff.