Rating: PG-13 (It has one curse word, and a bit of a spicy scene.)

Part: 1 of ?

Distribution: to anyone who wants it. Just e-mail me first to let me know.

Author's note: I got tired of seeing a lot of PG H. A. fan fiction around. Not that I'm saying anybody's stories are corny because of that. I just wanted to spice it up a bit.

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~Arnold's Misfortunate /Or/ Arnold's Lucky Day~

By: Yama_Neko

He felt more than saw the figure stealthily creeping towards his bed. He opened his eyes as soon as he felt the figure jump on top of him in bed.

"Gerald, don't you get tired of trying to scare me?" he asked, as he looked over his shoulder. "Especially at four o'clock in the morning?

"But Arnold, it's just too much fun," Gerald said.

"Get off of me," said Arnold.

"Why?" Gerald asked as he began to jump up and down on top of Arnold.

"I don't know, maybe because you're hurting me," Arnold shouted.

"No. Like I told you. It's too much fun." Gerald replied.

"Really," Arnold asked innocently. "Would it still be fun when I sic Old Betsy and her friends in here?"

Gerald paled for a second as he considered what his best friend said to him. "Yeah right Arnold. I'm your best friend; you wouldn't do that to me." And yet from Arnold's smug expression, maybe he would do just that.

"HELGA," Arnold screamed as loud as he could.

They heard feet quickly padding through the hallway to Arnold's room. "What's wrong Arnold?" Helga asked breathlessly.

"Yes, what ever is the matter," Phoebe also asked. "We were sleeping when we awoke hearing you call in distress."

"Could one of you get Gerald off of me please? I'm in a lot of pain now, it's four in the morning, and we have classes at 6:30 am. I would really like to get some more sleep."

Helga and Phoebe noticed that Gerald was still jumping up and down on top of Arnold with great enthusiasm.

"NO. Leave me alone," Gerald told them. "I'm having fun."

"Can't you do that in your own bed Geraldo?" Helga asked him.

"Geraldo? You haven't called me that in years."

"Yeah. I also haven't broken out Old Betsy, but I will if I have to," Helga replied with an indifferent tone.

::Gulp:: "Helga, please don't do that. I thought that we were friends," Gerald said, giving her puppy dog eyes.

"We are friends Gerald. But you should really get off of Arnold. You're hurting him," she replied.

"Why?! I'm not jumping on him."

"Now your not," Helga interrupted as he moved off of Arnold.

"I'm jumping on the bed."

"Gerald. Please leave Arnold alone so that he may get his rest," Phoebe asked.

"Oh all right. Why do you guys always ruin my fun," Gerald said while jumping off of Arnold's bed.

"Sorry if I hurt you man," Gerald said sincerely.

"That's all right. Thank you Helga. Thanks Phebs. I appreciate it a lot," Arnold said.

"No problem Arnold. Good night," Phoebe said as she and Gerald left the room.

"Yeah. Night Arnold," Helga replied as she turned to leave the room.

"Helga wait a sec." Arnold said as he slowly sat up in bed.

"What is it Arnold?"

"Come here."

"Don't you need to go to sleep," she asked him, afraid and apprehensive of what he might want. "I'm sure Gerald's jumping on top of you must have done a number."

"Just come here," was his cryptic command.

She slowly walked over to his bed, approaching it fearfully. *What's he going to do?* "Turn around." Another cryptic reply. She did, her shoulders tense and stiff. Soon, she felt Arnold began to spread tiny butterfly kisses around her ears.

He slid his hands down her shoulders in a leisurely pace, producing tiny shivers in their wake, making her quiver and her heart rate increase. His hands were brought down to her waist, caressing it as he licked and nibbled on the back of her neck. She made little sighs and moans that reverberated throughout his mind, sounding like music to him. This was what he wanted, to be like this with her. He didn't have to put on a front like he did with the guys. Acting "masculine" , talking about what he could do to a woman to please her, showing who was better at sports then the others. Just pretty much bull shiting a lot.

His mouth soon took the same route as his hands did, still making her quiver and tremble apprehensively for his mouth to meet hers again. He turned her around in his arms, and latched his mouth upon hers, tasting the inside of her mouth. She trailed her tongue along the outside of his teeth, asking for entrance, creating a deep moan to come from his mouth when he opened to her.

Anyway, he continued his thoughts, as if any of them knew what they were doing. When they weren't half-doing their jobs, they were underachievers who went for street women. No, that's not true. Brainy, Stinky, and Eugene were over achievers that had high paying jobs, tons upon tons of money, and were married. He and Gerald were the only one's that were really down to earth. Sid, Herald, and Curly were the underachievers. When he was with her, it was so different. He could be could be himself, he didn't need his front. The only problem was that she couldn't believe that.