Hey Arnold! Does not belong to me.
Faded
Helga and Phoebe sat across the cafeteria watching Arnold and Gerald at another table. Helga was thinking of a way to take advantage of the fact that her parents would be out of town for the weekend. Phoebe was loyal to Helga and because of that strong bond Helga became less of a bully over the years. Phoebe understood Helga. She knew that Helga had strong feelings for Arnold. She never openly talked about her feelings for him but they existed after all these years. She still had a temper and a sharp tongue but she learned to control it more.
Helga decided to share her plans for this weekend to Phoebe, "My parents are going out of town this weekend for some stupid beeper convention. I think this should be a good weekend, just think Pheebs; I can do whatever I want! Well, I guess I do whatever I want anyway, it's not like Bob and Miriam ever notice anything I do. Let's do something different. What do you think?"
"Well, I guess I could spend the weekend with you, Helga. I don't think my parents would mind. In fact, we could make it a little party and invite a few friends over."
"Heck yeah! We could have a kick back and I could get Harold or Big Patty to get us a keg."
"Well, I don't know about that Helga. I don't think alcohol is a very good idea. I mean you don't want anyone underage to get caught drinking?"
"See that's the ticket, they could crash at my house and it wouldn't be a big deal. We could get a few people like Rhonda and Nadine to pitch in for food and stuff; it'll be great. And you know what Pheebs? We could even get Gerald to hang out."
Phoebe and Gerald had both been secretly pining away for each other for a while but they never really hung out. In high school, they had some classes together because they were in the honors program but Gerald mostly hung out with the jocks now. He was on the basketball team in the fall and the baseball team in the spring. Getting the opportunity to hang out socially with Gerald was a secret desire for Phoebe. She tried not to blush at the thought of hanging out with him. She changed the subject, "I guess Rhonda and Nadine are reliable and it might be kind of fun to have a get-together. Well... All right, I'll talk to the girls. You can invite whomever else you wish."
Lunch was over, Helga and Phoebe parted ways. Helga went to talk to Big Patty and a few others about this weekend. Phoebe had organic chemistry with Arnold and she would bring up the kick back. She was his lab partner for this class and she had gotten to know Arnold better since junior high. They had been in almost every class together since then. She decided to mention the party hoping to grant Helga's secret wish, "Hey Arnold, how's it going?"
"Pretty good but I am not sure if I am ready for this quiz."
"Don't worry so much you have one of the highest grades in this class."
"Lately, I have spent so much time at practice, I haven't had time to study for this class."
"Speaking of not studying, if you want to blow off some steam tonight, Helga's parents are out of town and she is inviting some people over. Maybe you and Gerald would like to come?"
"I dunno... Do you think Helga will mind? I mean I wouldn't want to crash I would hate to ruin her party."
"Oh no, of course not, you guys wouldn't be crashing. The more the merrier, as they say."
"Sure then, Gerald and me will stop by."
Phoebe smiled to herself and Mr. Llewellyn walked in with the quiz. Arnold looked worried and squirmed a bit. At the other side of the school, Helga was in history with Rhonda and some other people attempting to work on their class project but instead talking about the party.
Helga had become popular because she was on the girl's softball team and the drama club; those were what the popular kids did according to Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. Helga didn't really care about being popular. She had outgrown that stuff a long time ago. Helga just wanted to become an accomplished writer. All of the poetry she had written in her days at P.S. 118 had helped her get into the English honors classes. This allowed her to have at least one class with Arnold and Phoebe.
As good as Helga did in school, she still felt like the little girl with the pink bow in her hair and a unibrow. Her parents still ignored everything she did and praised everything Olga did. Helga had poetry, drama, and softball to take out all her anger and frustration. This party was going to be Helga's break from the monotony of her home life, no Miriam or Bob to boss her around this weekend.
By Friday, Helga was ready for the party. Her house was immaculate and she had Phoebe help her get ready. Phoebe was an expert at makeup and fixing Helga's poor eyebrows. Phoebe knew how to thread eyebrows, which was a Middle Eastern way of shaping eyebrows that she picked up at a salon. Rhonda was jealous of Phoebe but never made comments in front of anyone or else she'd feel the wrath of Helga G. Pataki. Phoebe was never one to flaunt her beauty or her skills and she rarely wore makeup but tonight was special because Gerald was going to be there. As for Helga, she was gorgeous but she never dressed up and people just thought of her as the old Helga from P.S. 118. She felt like cutting loose and she hoped that Arnold would show up so she could show her softer side.
"So Phoebe, who'd you invite tonight?"
"I had mentioned to Arnold in class on Monday that you having this thing over at your house. I told him he and Gerald could stop by."
"I would love to see Arnold faded. That would be something."
"I could image a lot of things but I would like to think that Arnold and Gerald are more responsible than that."
"Phoebe, this is a joyous occasion and if people feel the need to cut loose then they should."
"Helga, I know people are going to drink but I just feel a little weird about it."
"Pheebs, don't worry, I seriously doubt that anybody is going to get out of hand."
"Well, I hope not."
Around 9PM that night, Harold and Big Patty arrived with the keg. Rhonda and Nadine brought California style pizza with trendy toppings like Thai Chicken and Eggplant Parmesan. Brainy showed up with Sid and they bring a turntable, they were DJs around underage clubs in the city. On the side, they did parties for their friends just to promote themselves.
Helga's house was like a scene from some high school John Hughes film cliché. Helga was "Miss Pretty In Pink" herself, Phoebe had totally made her over. Helga was wearing a pink tube top under a sheer fuchsia shirt that was tied at the waist. Against her better judgment, she wore white denim Capri pants. She looked as if she raided Rhonda's closest. Helga's eyes were sparkly like sapphires framed by her newly sculpted brows ala Phoebe.
Helga was nervous. She felt out of place. Helga stood in the kitchen watching Rhonda set up the food and Harold set up the keg. He looked at Helga, "Hey Helga, you looked worried. You need a drink."
He filled a plastic cup with the amber colored beverage. And Helga smelled the stuff and decided to chug it. It was cheapest, nastiest beer ever brewed. She made a face. "Alright Helga!" Harold yelled grinning and he filled a cup for himself and refilled hers.
Arnold and Gerald had been at the movies and were debating on whether or not to go to the kick back. "I dunno Gerald, I'm not sure if I want to go to Helga's party. I mean if we get caught drinking we could get kicked off the team for the season. It's risky, you know?"
"You know, Arnold, I think we should go. I mean, I think we should get some of that sparkling apple cider and put it in a brown bag and watch everyone else get all faded. There are gonna be a few people not drinking there. We should catch the action."
"That's actually a good idea but I would rather not pretend to drink. Ah heck, let's just go."
"That's the spirit Arnold."
When they arrived at the party, the music was really loud but it was good and they knew Sid and Brainy must have been the DJs. They were pretty excited. From the windows you could see people dancing. Arnold looked at his buddy, "You ready to go in?"
He replied, "Most definitely".
Arnold rang the doorbell and very faded Helga opens the door. Arnold and Gerald gawked at Helga's appearance, stunned by the 180-degree difference from what she looked like this afternoon. Helga grinned with all her teeth. "Oh my dear buddies come in and join the fun! Arnoldo and Geraldo, you boys, 'mi casa es su casa'" she slurred.
Arnold looked at Gerald for his reaction. Although Helga had become friendly towards them over the years, she was never that friendly. They walked in and said hi to some people. But Helga in her disoriented state decided that this would be a good time to be more forward with Arnold. She grabs his shoulder, "Come on let's dance." She began dancing with him in the middle of the make shift dance floor that was once the living room. Curly was also very wasted and was trying to "get jiggy" with Rhonda and Nadine.
Phoebe was standing on the side watching with a concerned look on her face. Gerald decided to talk to her. "Hi Phoebe, are you having a good time?"
"Not really Gerald, this wasn't what we had in mind. I mean people are getting really wasted and I can't control them. I am afraid the neighbors are going to call the police."
"Should I talk to Arnold? Maybe He and I could come up with an idea? Let me pull Helga off Arnold..."
"No, that would ruin the party. I just think that Helga should maybe go upstairs and take a break. She's had like six beers and I am worried about her. I don't think she's ever drank before," Phoebe face wore a fretful expression.
Gerald walked over to Arnold to talk to him about this situation, "Hey man, Helga's really wasted."
"I know, I can tell. She's like all over me. Maybe I should help upstairs so she can lay down or something?"
Phoebe chimed in, "Arnold that's really good idea. Gerald and I can keep an idea of what is going on here. Just make sure she doesn't fall asleep so she won't throw up on herself or anything."
It didn't seem unnatural for him to be taking care of Helga because Arnold was still one of the most caring people anyone had ever met so. Even though they weren't close, Helga was still a friend. She looked at Arnold and smiled. They walked upstairs together. Helga felt uninhibited. She wanted to spill her guts and tell Arnold everything.
Helga (in really slurred speech): Arnold, we need to talk. We've needed to talk for a while. I mean I should have told you a long time ago but it seems like never the right time and you always seems so perfect and you're so idealistic and I hate my parents and my sister is..."
They got to Helga's room and Arnold interrupted her, "Helga, relax. Rest on your bed for a second."
Helga blurted out, "Arnold, I love you!"
Arnold shut the door so no one would hear the commotion. A little shocked at what he heard and decided he'd better say something. "Helga, when people drink they tend to talk a lot of smack and I think it's the alcohol talking right now."
Helga pulled Arnold on the bed. He fell on top of her being too stunned to fight back. She ran her hand through the back of Arnold's soft blond hair and brought his lips close to hers. Forcefully, she kissed Arnold. Helga smelled sweet and her lips intoxicated Arnold. He kissed her back but tenderly. Arnold stopped and looked at Helga's face and kissed her again. She wasn't the same girl from grade school, she wasn't even the same girl he played ball with at Gerald Field. She was a new creature.
Helga's hand caressed Arnold's back and moved slowly southward. Arnold being caught up in the moment took off Helga's sheer shirt leaving her in her tube top. Helga lifted her head off the bed and kissed Arnold's neck. He groaned with pleasure. Phoebe opened the door to check on Helga but quickly decided to go back down stairs.
Faded
Helga and Phoebe sat across the cafeteria watching Arnold and Gerald at another table. Helga was thinking of a way to take advantage of the fact that her parents would be out of town for the weekend. Phoebe was loyal to Helga and because of that strong bond Helga became less of a bully over the years. Phoebe understood Helga. She knew that Helga had strong feelings for Arnold. She never openly talked about her feelings for him but they existed after all these years. She still had a temper and a sharp tongue but she learned to control it more.
Helga decided to share her plans for this weekend to Phoebe, "My parents are going out of town this weekend for some stupid beeper convention. I think this should be a good weekend, just think Pheebs; I can do whatever I want! Well, I guess I do whatever I want anyway, it's not like Bob and Miriam ever notice anything I do. Let's do something different. What do you think?"
"Well, I guess I could spend the weekend with you, Helga. I don't think my parents would mind. In fact, we could make it a little party and invite a few friends over."
"Heck yeah! We could have a kick back and I could get Harold or Big Patty to get us a keg."
"Well, I don't know about that Helga. I don't think alcohol is a very good idea. I mean you don't want anyone underage to get caught drinking?"
"See that's the ticket, they could crash at my house and it wouldn't be a big deal. We could get a few people like Rhonda and Nadine to pitch in for food and stuff; it'll be great. And you know what Pheebs? We could even get Gerald to hang out."
Phoebe and Gerald had both been secretly pining away for each other for a while but they never really hung out. In high school, they had some classes together because they were in the honors program but Gerald mostly hung out with the jocks now. He was on the basketball team in the fall and the baseball team in the spring. Getting the opportunity to hang out socially with Gerald was a secret desire for Phoebe. She tried not to blush at the thought of hanging out with him. She changed the subject, "I guess Rhonda and Nadine are reliable and it might be kind of fun to have a get-together. Well... All right, I'll talk to the girls. You can invite whomever else you wish."
Lunch was over, Helga and Phoebe parted ways. Helga went to talk to Big Patty and a few others about this weekend. Phoebe had organic chemistry with Arnold and she would bring up the kick back. She was his lab partner for this class and she had gotten to know Arnold better since junior high. They had been in almost every class together since then. She decided to mention the party hoping to grant Helga's secret wish, "Hey Arnold, how's it going?"
"Pretty good but I am not sure if I am ready for this quiz."
"Don't worry so much you have one of the highest grades in this class."
"Lately, I have spent so much time at practice, I haven't had time to study for this class."
"Speaking of not studying, if you want to blow off some steam tonight, Helga's parents are out of town and she is inviting some people over. Maybe you and Gerald would like to come?"
"I dunno... Do you think Helga will mind? I mean I wouldn't want to crash I would hate to ruin her party."
"Oh no, of course not, you guys wouldn't be crashing. The more the merrier, as they say."
"Sure then, Gerald and me will stop by."
Phoebe smiled to herself and Mr. Llewellyn walked in with the quiz. Arnold looked worried and squirmed a bit. At the other side of the school, Helga was in history with Rhonda and some other people attempting to work on their class project but instead talking about the party.
Helga had become popular because she was on the girl's softball team and the drama club; those were what the popular kids did according to Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. Helga didn't really care about being popular. She had outgrown that stuff a long time ago. Helga just wanted to become an accomplished writer. All of the poetry she had written in her days at P.S. 118 had helped her get into the English honors classes. This allowed her to have at least one class with Arnold and Phoebe.
As good as Helga did in school, she still felt like the little girl with the pink bow in her hair and a unibrow. Her parents still ignored everything she did and praised everything Olga did. Helga had poetry, drama, and softball to take out all her anger and frustration. This party was going to be Helga's break from the monotony of her home life, no Miriam or Bob to boss her around this weekend.
By Friday, Helga was ready for the party. Her house was immaculate and she had Phoebe help her get ready. Phoebe was an expert at makeup and fixing Helga's poor eyebrows. Phoebe knew how to thread eyebrows, which was a Middle Eastern way of shaping eyebrows that she picked up at a salon. Rhonda was jealous of Phoebe but never made comments in front of anyone or else she'd feel the wrath of Helga G. Pataki. Phoebe was never one to flaunt her beauty or her skills and she rarely wore makeup but tonight was special because Gerald was going to be there. As for Helga, she was gorgeous but she never dressed up and people just thought of her as the old Helga from P.S. 118. She felt like cutting loose and she hoped that Arnold would show up so she could show her softer side.
"So Phoebe, who'd you invite tonight?"
"I had mentioned to Arnold in class on Monday that you having this thing over at your house. I told him he and Gerald could stop by."
"I would love to see Arnold faded. That would be something."
"I could image a lot of things but I would like to think that Arnold and Gerald are more responsible than that."
"Phoebe, this is a joyous occasion and if people feel the need to cut loose then they should."
"Helga, I know people are going to drink but I just feel a little weird about it."
"Pheebs, don't worry, I seriously doubt that anybody is going to get out of hand."
"Well, I hope not."
Around 9PM that night, Harold and Big Patty arrived with the keg. Rhonda and Nadine brought California style pizza with trendy toppings like Thai Chicken and Eggplant Parmesan. Brainy showed up with Sid and they bring a turntable, they were DJs around underage clubs in the city. On the side, they did parties for their friends just to promote themselves.
Helga's house was like a scene from some high school John Hughes film cliché. Helga was "Miss Pretty In Pink" herself, Phoebe had totally made her over. Helga was wearing a pink tube top under a sheer fuchsia shirt that was tied at the waist. Against her better judgment, she wore white denim Capri pants. She looked as if she raided Rhonda's closest. Helga's eyes were sparkly like sapphires framed by her newly sculpted brows ala Phoebe.
Helga was nervous. She felt out of place. Helga stood in the kitchen watching Rhonda set up the food and Harold set up the keg. He looked at Helga, "Hey Helga, you looked worried. You need a drink."
He filled a plastic cup with the amber colored beverage. And Helga smelled the stuff and decided to chug it. It was cheapest, nastiest beer ever brewed. She made a face. "Alright Helga!" Harold yelled grinning and he filled a cup for himself and refilled hers.
Arnold and Gerald had been at the movies and were debating on whether or not to go to the kick back. "I dunno Gerald, I'm not sure if I want to go to Helga's party. I mean if we get caught drinking we could get kicked off the team for the season. It's risky, you know?"
"You know, Arnold, I think we should go. I mean, I think we should get some of that sparkling apple cider and put it in a brown bag and watch everyone else get all faded. There are gonna be a few people not drinking there. We should catch the action."
"That's actually a good idea but I would rather not pretend to drink. Ah heck, let's just go."
"That's the spirit Arnold."
When they arrived at the party, the music was really loud but it was good and they knew Sid and Brainy must have been the DJs. They were pretty excited. From the windows you could see people dancing. Arnold looked at his buddy, "You ready to go in?"
He replied, "Most definitely".
Arnold rang the doorbell and very faded Helga opens the door. Arnold and Gerald gawked at Helga's appearance, stunned by the 180-degree difference from what she looked like this afternoon. Helga grinned with all her teeth. "Oh my dear buddies come in and join the fun! Arnoldo and Geraldo, you boys, 'mi casa es su casa'" she slurred.
Arnold looked at Gerald for his reaction. Although Helga had become friendly towards them over the years, she was never that friendly. They walked in and said hi to some people. But Helga in her disoriented state decided that this would be a good time to be more forward with Arnold. She grabs his shoulder, "Come on let's dance." She began dancing with him in the middle of the make shift dance floor that was once the living room. Curly was also very wasted and was trying to "get jiggy" with Rhonda and Nadine.
Phoebe was standing on the side watching with a concerned look on her face. Gerald decided to talk to her. "Hi Phoebe, are you having a good time?"
"Not really Gerald, this wasn't what we had in mind. I mean people are getting really wasted and I can't control them. I am afraid the neighbors are going to call the police."
"Should I talk to Arnold? Maybe He and I could come up with an idea? Let me pull Helga off Arnold..."
"No, that would ruin the party. I just think that Helga should maybe go upstairs and take a break. She's had like six beers and I am worried about her. I don't think she's ever drank before," Phoebe face wore a fretful expression.
Gerald walked over to Arnold to talk to him about this situation, "Hey man, Helga's really wasted."
"I know, I can tell. She's like all over me. Maybe I should help upstairs so she can lay down or something?"
Phoebe chimed in, "Arnold that's really good idea. Gerald and I can keep an idea of what is going on here. Just make sure she doesn't fall asleep so she won't throw up on herself or anything."
It didn't seem unnatural for him to be taking care of Helga because Arnold was still one of the most caring people anyone had ever met so. Even though they weren't close, Helga was still a friend. She looked at Arnold and smiled. They walked upstairs together. Helga felt uninhibited. She wanted to spill her guts and tell Arnold everything.
Helga (in really slurred speech): Arnold, we need to talk. We've needed to talk for a while. I mean I should have told you a long time ago but it seems like never the right time and you always seems so perfect and you're so idealistic and I hate my parents and my sister is..."
They got to Helga's room and Arnold interrupted her, "Helga, relax. Rest on your bed for a second."
Helga blurted out, "Arnold, I love you!"
Arnold shut the door so no one would hear the commotion. A little shocked at what he heard and decided he'd better say something. "Helga, when people drink they tend to talk a lot of smack and I think it's the alcohol talking right now."
Helga pulled Arnold on the bed. He fell on top of her being too stunned to fight back. She ran her hand through the back of Arnold's soft blond hair and brought his lips close to hers. Forcefully, she kissed Arnold. Helga smelled sweet and her lips intoxicated Arnold. He kissed her back but tenderly. Arnold stopped and looked at Helga's face and kissed her again. She wasn't the same girl from grade school, she wasn't even the same girl he played ball with at Gerald Field. She was a new creature.
Helga's hand caressed Arnold's back and moved slowly southward. Arnold being caught up in the moment took off Helga's sheer shirt leaving her in her tube top. Helga lifted her head off the bed and kissed Arnold's neck. He groaned with pleasure. Phoebe opened the door to check on Helga but quickly decided to go back down stairs.