Summary: Arnold, Helga, Phoebe, Gerald and the whole gang are now juniors in high school and everyone is talking about their plans for Halloween weekend. Arnold has his plans, but Helga already has her mind made up as to what weekend festivities they should get into. This is my first Hey Arnold fanfic, so be as harsh on your critiquing as you please. I love everything HA! related and Craig Bartlett is amazing! Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold. Nickelodeon and Craig Bartlett own it!
It was the final period of the day and everyone couldn't stop talking about their plans for Halloween weekend. Helga and Phoebe were both in English class while Arnold and Gerald were just finishing the last few minutes before PE class. RIINNGGGG went the school bell.
"Alright boys! Good work! Remember to put on your game faces for next week's game!" said Coach Wittenberg
The team slowly migrated to the boy's locker room with Gerald and Arnold following behind. "Hey, uh, Arnie!" shouted Coach Wittenberg as he abruptly stopped both boys. "Yeah, coach?"
"Good work out there! Your layups have improved pretty well since the first week of school. You been ah…working out too haven't ya? I can see it in your arms!"
"Sort of…but not..."
"Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up! Remember, Arnie, that winning…is everything!"
Arnold sighed, "Right, coach."
The boys headed back to the locker room to shower and change. "Man, Arnold, I can't wait for this weekend! It's not just ANY weekend, but HALLOWEEN weekend! Everyone's been talking about the Halloween Rave for tomorrow night. You still going, right?"
Arnold looked down to zip up his jeans and looked around trying to find his red plaid shirt. "I dunno, Gerald. You know I don't really fit into those types of crowds. You remember what happened at the last rave we went to…."
While Arnold ransacked through his PE locker to find his shirt, Gerald slowly recalled their last rave…
FLASHBACK:::
The whole building was vibrating to the massive beats and bass of Dub Step. The place was swarming with ravers. Girls wearing flashy outfits, guys showing off their glow stick moves in the dark, and people all around just having a good time. Helga, Phoebe, Gerald, Arnold, and the rest of their friends were in the long line waiting outside with the other bustling, young ravers. Arnold had his arm around Helga's small waist. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. He couldn't help but to go crazy over Helga's choice of attire for that night. She was wearing black short shorts with a matching black crop top that was practically almost like a bra.
"Do people always dress this, um, interesting at raves?" Questioned Arnold.
"Criminy, Arnold! Lighten up will ya? I know this is your first rave, but I really don't want you embarrassing me tonight with your do-goody self!" said Helga as she adjusted her crop top/bra.
Phoebe gasped and tapped on Gerald's shoulder right as she saw a familiar face in line. There stood Rhonda Wellington Lloyd with her strikingly revealing outfit wearing nothing but gold spanxx and a gold sequenced bra that practically exposed her twins.
"Oh, no…" said Gerald putting his hand to his forehead shaking his head.
"What's up, Gerald?" said Arnold taking a swig of water from his water bottle backpack.
"Arnold, man, look behind. But don't make it too obvious!" whispered Gerald while Phoebe and Helga were talking about what DJ they were both excited to hear.
Arnold slowly turns his head and about 12 people behind them, there was Rhonda, Nadine, Sid, Stinky, Harold, and the rest of the gang who got there a little later. Rhonda had a reputation in high school for being the type of girl who got everything she wanted. Even if that meant making a move on a guy she couldn't have. Arnold was well aware of Rhonda's attractiveness towards him, but always ignored and brushed it off. After all, he was one of the nicest, cutest, most good-hearted guys in their grade. Many girls were very jealous, but also sort of happy for a girl like Helga G. Pataki who finally broke her silence about her love and crush for Arnold. They were finally going out as well as Phoebe and Gerald who were practically always together as the popular foursome in school.
"Oh, great. I forgot she was coming, too." Said Arnold.
"Who's coming?" said Helga as she looked over her shoulder and immediately noticed Rhonda from just one look. "Grrrr…." Growled Helga. "Who invited Little Miss Slutty Pants?"
"Um, Helga, everyone in school will practically be here." Said Phoebe with her soft, mousy voice.
"Well, I know she BETTER not come anywhere near us or else she'll get a taste of my specialty knuckle sandwich!" said Helga.
Arnold smirked at this and always loved how even though him and Helga were finally going out and she managed to show her softer side, she also still kept her tough girl tendencies around when needed.
The line finally started to move and they were inside the building. The music was bumpin, people were dancing with grow-in-the-dark everything inside. A few hours passed by and Arnold was already starting to get a little tired from all the loud music and dancing. Helga, on the other hand, was having a great time bumpin her head to the loud beats.
Arnold tapped on Helga's shoulder trying to get her attention through the music. "Helga!...Helga!...I'm gonna head to the bathroom!" shouting in her ear through the heavy, vibrating Dub Step.
"What?! You have an heirloom?!"
"What? No! I have to go to the bathroom!" Helga gave him a confused look and still couldn't understand him. Arnold put his arms and his two pointer fingers side by side motioning he was going pee.
"Ohhh! Okaaay!" Helga said laughing and smiling. Arnold left and headed toward the men's restroom. He didn't see a trace of Gerald or Phoebe around and figured they were probably lost in the crowd somewhere. He opened the door to the men's restroom and surprisingly, with all the hundreds of people there, there was not a single soul in the bathroom. The only sound was the deep bass of the music reverberating off the walls. Arnold took care of his business, washed his hands, and slowly walked to open the door until someone came from behind and grabbed his waist. Everything went completely fast as Arnold couldn't quite make out what the heck was going on.
"Rhonda! What are you doing?!" exclaimed Arnold.
"Trying to get some from you." Said Rhonda with her bedroom eyes and quickly undoing his shorts, pushing him against the wall.
"Rhonda! Get out of here now! Or else!" Arnold tried to get a grip off her.
"Or else what? Good ol', sweet Arnold wouldn't dare to lay a hand on me." She said as she caressed his soft, thin lips with her feminine fingers. Arnold looked her in the eye with much aggression and before he pushed her off, the bathroom door slammed open. Gerald came in bumpin his head to the music and stopped right in his tracks staring at both Arnold and Rhonda.
"Hi, Gerald. I was just about to leave." She nonchalantly turned around and looked to Arnold running her fingers through his soft cornflower hair. "Thanks, Arnold" She winked at him and left.
Gerald, with his mouth agape, stood completely frozen from Rhonda's exit and turned back to Arnold. "What the hell was that all about?!"
"Gerald, NOTHING happened! She's the one who attacked me!"
"Attacked you?" Gerald said lifting his eyebrow in disbelief.
"Yes! Attacked! I just came in here to take care of business and then out of NO WHERE Rhonda comes and grabs me from behind!"
"Aw, man...this isn't not good."
"You're telling me! We're leaving!... Now!" said Arnold as he opened the door and ignored all the other raver girls giving him naughty looks.
"But we can't leave! It's not over, yet!" said Gerald as he tried to catch up with Arnold who was desperately trying to find Helga through the glow-in-the-dark crowd.
"Gerald, it's almost over, anyway. You and Phoebe can stay, but Helga and I are outta here." He finally found Helga who was dancing with Phoebe to another DJ's music. He quickly grabbed her hand and walked outside away from all the noise.
"What GIVES, Arnoldo!?" said Helga as she yanked her hand from his grip. Phoebe and Gerald walked right after them towards the outside area.
"It's time to go, Helga. I'm not, um, feeling too well and I think it's best we just go now. It's about to end in about 30 minutes, anyway…" said Arnold rubbing the back of his neck.
"I agree with Arnold, Helga. I'm getting sort of tired myself. Are you ready, too, Gerald?" asked Phoebe.
"Fine! If you party poopers are ready, I guess we can go…" Helga scowled. "I gotta hit the can, first. I'm about to explode."
Arnold smirked and rolled his eyes. "Okay. Gerald and I will wait out here." Both girls left and walked to the bathroom. Before the girls headed to the restroom, Rhonda and Nadine were both fixing their make up and hair inside.
"Oh, Nadine, I was SO close to having my deepest, wildest fantasies come true with Arnold! I mean, did you see him tonight? He really looks like he's been working out and OMG, those abs! Oh, the things I would do to him…" Rhonda sighed.
"Aaah, Rhonda? How many pills did you pop? You seem really, uh…in the mood tonight…" questioned Nadine.
"Nadine, I didn't take anything tonight. But I know one thing is that I WILL get with Arnold Shortman if it's…" Helga and Phoebe opened the door into the women's restroom.
"What about Arnold? Helga dropped her tone and evilly glared at Rhonda.
"Oh, hi Helga! Nadine and I were just saying how cute of a couple you and Arnold are." Smiled Rhonda.
"...You wreak of so much fakeness. You know that?" hissed Helga.
"Good to see you, too Helga. Ladies, have a good night!" Both Rhonda and Nadine left the women's restroom leaving behind Helga and Phoebe.
"You know, I hate to admit it, but I REALLY despise her more than my sister and Lila put together!" said Helga clenching her fist tightly. Phoebe smiled. "C'mon, Helga. The boys are waiting for us outside."
Meanwhile, outside…
"Do you plan to tell Helga what happened in the bathroom?" asked Gerald.
"No. I think that's something we'll just keep between you and me, Gerald. That's the last thing I want to see is Helga and Rhonda going at it like a two wild animals." Arnold shook his head looking down on the floor.
***Back at the Boy's Locker room***
"Oh, right…forgot about that night…" Gerald laughed.
"It wasn't funny, Gerald! I know Rhonda's gonna be at the Halloween rave and that's really the last place I want to spend my Halloween night. I REALLY don't want that incident to ever happen again!"
"Well, do you and Helga have any other plans?" asked Gerald.
"I was thinking about taking it easy this year and maybe just taking her to the Halloween Cheese Festival. They're having a costume contest and one of the prizes is for the 'Best Couple' who gets to win a $500 prize."
"Arnold, that sounds more like something you do on a date on a regular day. Not Halloween! Halloween is time for parties and people and candy, man!"
"I know, Gerald. But Helga and I haven't really had the time to be together with school and our busy schedules. So, just for something different, I'm hoping she'll agree to go to the Cheese Festival instead. Besides, I have a really good idea for what we could dress up as for the contest…."
"Whatever you say, man." The final bell rang again and everyone swarmed out into the halls from their classrooms. The boys walked down the hallway to Helga and Phoebe's locker. Gerald noticed Phoebe fumbling with her books and helped her. Arnold smiled at Helga giving her a light kiss on the cheek as she closed her locker and locked it up.
"How was basketball practice?" smiled Phoebe.
"It was great. Coach Wittenberg says I'm doing better with my layups and the team's on the right track to winning." Said Arnold.
"Yeah, it went great. A lot of the boys in the locker room were talking about their Halloween plans and…"
Helga interrupted Gerald, "Speaking of Halloween! Arnold, I've been thinking about our plans and…."
Arnold interrupted Helga, "Right! I've been thinking about our plans too and really think we should.."
"Go to the Halloween Rave!" exclaimed Helga. "I know the last rave wasn't as fun, but everyone's been taking about the one tomorrow night and I think we should go!"
A few lockers behind Helga, Arnold saw Rhonda give him a flirty wink as she closed her locker and casually walked past the foursome. Arnold shivered from disgust, quickly looked at his buddy Gerald as if he was asking "What do I do now?"
"Don't look at me, Buddy!" Gerald said.
As I said before, this is my first Arnold fanfic, so please feel free to comment/review for what you think of it so far. I definitely plan to continue this onto the next chapter, of course. :)
UPDATE:: Chapter 2 is up and ready for those of you that were not aware! :)