Hey there!

I decided to start posting all my HA! one-shots and drabbles here.

All of them will either involve Arnold or Helga (most of the time both). Although I may pop up with one or two Brainy themed drabbles -I can't say for sure-.

None of them are really related, so you don't have to worry about following a story or anything.

Basically these are little scenerios and ideas that I need to get out of my system.

ENJOY!


Beat of my Heart

He found himself mesmerized, watching her out on the dance floor; arms raised over her head, hips swaying, and body in perfect sync with the music. She was amazing, her dancing more than a little suggestive, and he smiled before shaking his head. He wasn't much of a dancer, he hadn't even wanted to come, but she had more-or-less forced him to; saying that he'd been too stressed out and needed a break.

She was having fun, at least, and he had to admit he was enjoying himself too. He wasn't the only one watching her though. Several other guys were sending her looks, nudging their friends to get a look at the 'sexy blonde thing' out on the floor. Arnold frowned, his grip tightening around his glass as he shot several of the guys warning looks. They didn't notice, still to busy watching his friend dance; eyeing her as if she were just a piece of meat.

One of them stood up, and Arnold was certain what his intentions were at that moment, and a feeling of jealousy suddenly rushed through him.

He stood up too, quickly making his way onto the dance floor before the other guy could think to make his move.

The song hadn't ended, but he hardly cared about that as he grabbed her hand and started leading her toward the door.

"Come on, Helga. Let's get out of here."

A smile flickered across the girls face as she allowed him to pull her through the crowd.

"Whatever you say, Arnoldo."

--


As she looked up at him, she wondered how things had gotten so complicated. How had they arrived at this moment; standing there in the middle of night, their faces only visible due to the glow of the streetlamps above.

"I should..probably get back home." She said, turning her head to the side in a feeble attempt to avoid his gaze; her loose blonde hair now shielding half of her face .

"Helga." His hand gently grasped her forearm as if he were afraid she'd turn and run away at any moment.

She looked up, his expression set in determination while hers remained apprehensive.

"I have to know, Helga." he told her, his gaze never faltering, and his tone suggesting that he already knew the answer to the question he was about to ask.

"Do you love me?"

Her heart skipped a beat and she felt her body tense.

She had always told herself that it was better to push him away rather than risk having her heart broken -So it should have been easy to say 'no', to just turn away; continuing to distance herself from him, just as she had in the past.

So why was it that she found herself frozen in place? Why did she find it difficult to form words? Why couldn't she help but stare directly into his eyes?

"A-Arnold I…"

Why couldn't she just lie to him.


--

Over the years he had seen many different sides to Helga. He was very familiar with her dominate and pushy demeanor, as he often seen her stomping through the halls while shoving others out of her way, insulting him and most of their other classmates. On rare occasions he had seen her look happy, the smallest of smiles on her face, brow not furrowed in angry; simply looking content. Then there were times when she smirked without anger or malice behind it, eyebrow quirked in amusement, a hint of laughter dancing in her blue eyes. He had seen the down-and-out Helga too, whenever she was faced with a problem that she wasn't sure how to solve, and when she thought she had no one else to turn to. He disliked that side of her most of all, and sadly recalled having seen that look just as many times as he had seen her happy. Then there were those fleeting moments when she looked at him with something akin to fondness -or maybe even gratitude.

Now, however, he was seeing another side to her; Blue eyes filled with tears, arms wrapped around herself protectively, hands quivering, breathing heavy with surpressed sobs. Tmid. Sad. Broken. Hurt.

He searched his memories but could not recall having ever seen her like this before.

Beofre he realized it his arms were around her, Holding her close against him, telling her that it was it okay.

"A-arnold?"

her voice was filled with disbelief, low and hoarse from crying.

She didn't pull away though, or question why he was there. Instead she leaned into his embrce, burrying her head into his shirt, allowing the tears to flow freely from her eyes.

He stroked her hair and continued to whisper soothing words to her, something in his chest aching with each new sob she released. She clinged to him as if he were her life line, and a welcoming sense of resposiblity and need to protect her washed over him.

He had never seen her like this before, and he promised himself -promised her- that he would never have to see this side of her again.

"It's okay, Helga." he told her. "I'm here."


--

Helga honestly didn't know what to think.

It was a day late, but Olga had mailed her 16th Birthday present to her from France. She had expected to find some frilly pink dress, or girly hat, or even a fluffy pillow with some sentimental rubbish embroidered on the front, but this was nothing of the sort.

Thinking that there was some kind of mistake, she began reading Olga's letter.

Helga,

I wasn't sure what to get you -since you have such unique taste- but this seemed appropriate and I hope it gets to you in time. You are growing up so fast, and I am so very proud of you. France is lovely, but I can't wait to see you again. I miss you so much. Happy Sweet Sixteen!

Love, Olga

Helga shook her head, but could not help but smile. Not once in Olga's letter did she call her 'Baby sis' or even refer to herself as 'big sister', and for the first time Helga actually felt a little more grown up.

Still, she held up the piece of cloth-for that was all there was to it- and couldn't help but laugh.

"Seriously Olga." She said to herself, clearly amused. "A thong?"


I know that last one was a bit odd, but the others seemed so serious. I needed a mood lightener.

Anyway, for those of you who have been reading my story 'love sick'...I fully intend on finishing and I'm just waiting fot the right inspiration. No worries!

Please review!