Disclaimer: Craig Bartlett owns everything.
Summary: Revenge could have been her motivation. Or maybe it was the fact that her boyfriend was right, and Helga was still pining over that football head. Whatever it was, kissing Arnold in front of the entire student body was pure insanity.
Author's Note: I started this at midnight with the hope of curing my insomnia. I promise the next chapter will be longer.
Prelude to a Kiss by Kat Doll
As they say, it's all fun and games till the fat lady sings…or some crap like that. In this case, it's all fun and games till you look in the mirror, and come to find out that you are no longer a child.
The alarm clock rang, breaking the blonde from her peaceful slumber. Eyes still closed, Helga reached blindly across her dresser to turn the blasted thing off, accidently smacking the lump beside her. "Do you mind?"
Sapphire blue eyes shot open. Her breath hitched as she recounted the events of last night. The long limbed boy next to her was sprawled along the bed taking up most of the space. He was olive toned, with firm muscles and messy chestnut colored hair. It looked like he walked out of an ad for swim suit models.
"Michael? What the hell are you still doing here? You know there's no lock on my door. What if Bob woke me up?"
"I hate traveling at night." Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was grinning.
"I don't care. Get up!" Helga sat up, nudging at his ribs with her index finger.
"Calm down. It's not like Bob is going to be checking up on his wittle girl. He's probably still asleep."
"Whatever. We still have to get up for school. First day of class, remember? End of summer."
Michael groaned, and threw a pillow over his face. "Ugh. I'm dropping out anyway. Wake me up at eight, alright?"
Helga rolled her eyes at her boyfriend as he snuggled back under the covers. It was like he had no care in the world!
She released a long sigh and sidled out the covers. Her long hair, which had grown a lot over the summer, fell past her waist. She combed her glittery pink nails through the blond strands, wincing as they caught a few tangles.
A warm hand landed on her shoulder. He slowly played with her spaghetti strap before moving towards her spine. "What's got you so tense, huh?"
"Nothing; just first day back jitters. I'll get over it." She moved away from his touch and sat up, stretching out her arms.
"You're not still pining over what's-his-name, are you?"
Helga tensed. "Arnoldo? Psh. Don't make me laugh," Moving back on the bed, the blond crawled over the covers so that she was straddling him. Leaning over, she whispered, "Those days have passed. I want the real thing now."