"To Helga! We'll miss you, darling!" Rhonda toasts raising her wine cooler above her head. "To Helga!" Everyone drunkly mimics.

Helga's face becomes pink, but she smiles appreciatively for this huge party thrown in her honor, because she and her family will be leaving Hillwood in the morning, the only place she's ever known as home, because Bob had gotten into some trouble with a gang in town. She officially finds her place in her group of friends and now she has to leave.

During my freshman year, when a practical joke had gotten me into some big trouble I decided that I was going to change my attitude. So I got rid of my uni-brow, began wearing my hair down, though I kept my trademark pink bow, began wearing skinny jeans, white shirts, and pink sweaters. Then to tie it all up, I stopped being the school bully. And now in my junior year of high school, I've been fully accepted by those around me. I'd even gotten closer to Arnold throughout the years, though my old attitude would resurface in certain situations and of course, I'd let an occasional "Football Head" slip through my lips. What can I say? Old habits die hard.

After everyone separated from their cluttered toast, she began shoving through the crowded house to find Phoebe. Finally, finding her sitting with Gerald, on the couch, acting more than a little friendly.

"Phoebe! Have you seen Arnold!?" she asks practically shouting over the music, "I can't get a hold of him."

"Yeah! He just came in. He told us that if we saw you to tell you to meet him in a room upstairs with the number 5 on it!" Phoebe replied back, slurring her words a bit.

"Okay thanks!"

"Have fun, Pataki!" Gerald laughed, raising his half empty beer.

Helga shook her head, and turned around to route her way through the crowded hallway to the stairs, in which are just as crowded as the hall. Slowly she maneuvers her way through the people and makes it up to the next floor, and slowly strolls down the hall, looking at each number as she goes.. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, and finally number five. She knocks, though it probably goes unheard because of the music. So she just walks in, and closes the door behind her.

When she turns around the room is just barely lit by large white candles scattered about the room, filling it with a sweet aroma.

"Arnold?" she asks, walking further into the room.

And there at the end of the bed, holding a huge bouquet of pink roses stood her Football Headed Love god. "Hello, Helga."

"Hi." Her face grows warm. Oh, my dear Arnold, you luminous angel.

"Helga," he says as she slowly gets closer to him, "I have something I need to tell you."

She nods and looking down at his hands they drop the bouquet, and intertwine with hers. "Tonight's your last night in Hillwood.. And I.. I would never forgive myself if I... I.. To tell you..." He paused, taking a deep breathe, and stared directly into her turquoise eyes with his piercing green ones," I love you, Helga."

Did I hear that right? Did my love really just say that he... Suddenly, Helga jumps up to wrap her arms around his neck and kisses him, "I love you, too! I've always loved you. Ever since you told me you liked my bow in Preschool.. Oh and the little pink journal you found, in Elementary School, it was mine! And the parrot, too! And I've tried to tell you before but I never could! Arnold I'm so-"

He kisses her cutting her off, "Shh." She nods, kissing him back. He pulls away, and half-smiles, lust burning in his eyes, "I really love you."

She steps back and begins sliding onto the bed, wagging her finger at him gesturing for him join her, "Show me." And with that he gets onto the bed, causing her to bite her lip as she watches him crawls up her body, lightly running his hands up her sides and stomach, leaving a sweet burning sensation behind. Now, completely above her he leans down and nibbles lightly on her ear, sending shivers through her wanting body. He makes a line of kisses back to her lips, and she lets out a low whimper. He smirks, "I've never seen you look so…," he chuckles, "Not in control."

"Oh, shut up." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself up so their bodies were touching. Wanting to feel his skin on hers, she takes advantage of his statement, "You want control, do you?" She smirks, "Take off your shirt." He leans up and abides by her command and her breath catches at the sight of his toned chest and light abs. She leant forward and stroked them with her finger tips, making Arnold purr. She smiles figuring that she has the upper hand and got onto her knees and kissed his naval, while fiddling with the waistline of his pants. She followed the line going up his torso with her tongue, ending at his neck where she slightly bit him and shoved her hand down into his boxers. He let out loud groan, "Big boy?" She said laughing. Until, he surprised her by pushing back onto the bed with a bit of force.

"You've had your fun.. My turn," he said with a devious look in his eyes, though it was quickly relinquished when she shot back up and tore her dress off without skipping a beat. "Or… Uh…" he says a bit taken aback, she grins, and wraps her arms around his neck pulling herself up so that their skin's touching. "I want you…" She whispers, and kisses him, and he intensifies, then slowly making a trail of sweet kisses down her jawline, neck, and across her chest. Making her let out soft moans of pleasure, "I'm.. Ready, Arnold.." She breathily says as he sucks her inner thigh, leaving small red love marks right next her panty line. He glances up at her, then began trailing his tongue along the line of her body stopping at her naval a quick few seconds and ending at her bra's underwire. Seeing that it was a front clipped bra, he undoes it presenting her naked breast and begins softly tonguing her sensitive nipples. She groans putting her hand into his hair as he softly bites down. "Oh, Arnold.." she sighs, and he slides up kissing her lips softly as he slips off her lacey underwear, as she begins undoing his pants. "I'm a virgin.." She says trying to pull the stretchy waistband of his boxers down. When he grabs her hand, "What did you just say?"

She looks away embarrassed, "I said I'm a virgin…" her face got hotter when she quickly glanced back at his face to see an expression of total surprise.

"But I thought… You and Sid-"

"God, no! Never." She says cutting him off, putting her hands on her forehead. "He wanted to, but I never let him. It just didn't seem right. He just wasn't.. The right person."

"Oh, Helga," he says softly. She looks up and sees a slight half smile and soft green eyes looking down at her. "Are you sure you're ready?" She takes a second, looking deep into his beautiful green eyes, "Yes, and I want, no, I need it to be you, Arnold."

He nodded, "Okay. Slow and easy then.." he pushed back the curl that had fallen onto her face and looked straight into her eyes, and slipped his boxers down and said, "Deep breathe," and as soon as she did so, he put himself into her, causing her breathe to hitch. The pain forced her eyes to close, "No, Helga, open your eyes, look at me.." She slowly opened her eyes and stared into his, "There you are.. My beautiful, Helga." He smiled down at her, and as they progressed the pain eased and the pleasure was overcoming. As Helga got in sync with Arnold's hips, she began to arch herself into him, digging her nails into his back, and kissing his face and biting his neck, causing him to let out loud groans of pleasure. And every time he slammed into her, she'd let out high pitched gasps. As each of them reached their limits Arnold grabbed Helga's hips holding them steady as he quickened his movement and she braced herself on the headboard, until their bodies surged in unison, making them collapse, breathing heavily and slick with sweat. Arnold rolled over and laid next to Helga wrapping his arms about her body pulling her into him. He kissed her hair and breathed in her scent. "I love you, Helga."

"I love you, too, Arnold." Helga sighed, closing her eyes, exhausted. "Good bye, my love," she whispered as she slipped into the darkness that was sleep.

"Good bye?" Arnold repeated, as he felt Helga's body relax and listened to her soft breathes, she had fallen asleep. Now, again remembering that this was Helga's final night in Hillwood, tears stung his eyes. Gliding down his cheeks, he put his face into her hair and cried softly, if only I'd had more time, "I'll miss you, mon amour."