A/N: So I've been toying with this idea for a while and I think I finally found a way to make it work! Enjoy ^^

Six Years Ago

Helga stared in to the half empty cup of beer before downing it. If Phoebe had come she would tell her she was three sheets to the wind and needed to let her take her home. Phoebe wasn't here though. She had left for college earlier this year…early graduation. Her dark brown eyes lazily surveyed the scene in front of her. This was a graduation party. They had all actually graduated yesterday, they were officially in the adult world now. Helga had plans to go to the community college to work on her writing and possibly a teaching degree.

Arnold had told her she would make a good teacher –to which Helga laughed and said he was crazy, then kissed him. She closed her eyes. Arnold. They had broken up two weeks ago because he "still loved Lila and feel that I'm treating you unfairly, not giving you the attention you deserve." Helga hadn't said a word, what was she supposed to say? That he could take his break up and shove it? She scoffed. It would have been nice if he had said that when she finally got up the courage to ask him out for real.

Helga's eyes flew open as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Traveling upward she discovered that the owner of the hand was none other than Gerald Johanssen- looking equally hammered. They didn't talk much – even when he was dating Phoebe briefly or when she and Arnold were together. Just thinking that Football Head's name made her angry and upset; she shrugged off his shoulder. "Whadda you want?" She slurred, eying him.

"Let's go somewhere more private." His voice was low, though he sounded as drunk as she did. She wondered what put him in the mood to drink. Over the years Helga had noticed that Gerald usually held back from drinking too much. His offer was…enticing. How would it make Arnold feel to know that she slept with his best friend without a care in the world?

Helga took his hand without a word, setting her empty cup some sort of end table before leading upstairs. Rhonda's house had so many rooms that Helga had given up trying to count them all years ago. However she did know there were five bedrooms upstairs and currently only one other one is use.

Gerald closed the door behind them and Helga led him over to the bed.