What's up y'all! It's been so long, but with summer here, I get to do so many stories. This is the beginning of many, so don't worry.

So, I was talking to a fellow FanFiction writer, darkangel1326, who gave me the idea to do a Quick Mix. So, I asked what it was, and she let me know of the rules, so I thought I would try it out.

The rules basically are:

Pick a topic/theme.

Put your music on random/shuffle

Do a short story/drabble for 10 songs

You must start at the beginning/be done with the story by the end of the song.

So, I tried that and I couldn't do just a short story. I don't know why. So instead I made a *story* out of each of them.

I chose Hey Arnold, obviously. Sooooo without further delay, here is my first story.

Shout out to darkangel1326 for the idea. Check out her stories! Thanks darkangel :)!

Reunion

Based on the song The Reunion by Bad Meets Evil.

Warning!Warning! This story is T for alcohol/language/a reference to gore/and slight intimacy.

Arnold sighed, trying to focus on the road as Interstate 666 weaved it's concrete road through the hilly countryside near the city of Hillwood. He tried to tune her out, but for some reason, he just couldn't ignore the drunk exclamations of the woman next to him. He wished she would just go to sleep so he could concentrate more on driving. He even was beginning to regret picking her up off the side of the road.

He hadn't seen her since high school, almost 5 years ago now, so imagine his surprise when he found 23 year old Lila Sawyer walking on the side of the road, her clothes ripped and a beer in her hand, probably not the first of the evening. He pulled the car over and climbed out to hear the woman mumbling under her breath. He asked if she was alright and if she needed a ride into town. She had turned to him and gasped. She spoke, her words slurring and she couldn't stand up straight as she said, "Arrrrrnollld Sssllllortman. I havvvven't ssssseen you ssince hiiigh schooool. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I said HIGH!" She fell to the ground, clutching her sides, somehow finding that sentence immensely funny.

Arnold was amazed that the woman barely standing before him had been the nice girl he had grown up with, even to the point that he had liked-liked her when they were kids. He helped her up, while she still held her sides from the laughter, and asked, "Do you need a ride to Hillwood Lila? I'm heading back from camping with the guys."

Lila stopped laughing long enough to say yes, so Arnold, trying hard not to touch, or even look at, her…uhm…slightly EXPOSED body, led her into the car. He closed the door and hopped into the driver's side, listening to Lila go on about what a great party she had gone to and the guys that she had met and how she tried to remember their old classmates.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face, causing him to come out of the flashback, and he turned his face to her. Her red hair was in a tangled mess down her back. She frowned and asked, "Come on Arnold, how have you two been?"

Arnold raised an eyebrow and asked, "How have who two been, Lila?"

"Why, you and Helga of course."

Arnold's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't thought of her for a little while. The pain was still too much for him. The guys had tried to help him move on, but he just couldn't. Maybe he still hoped he could rekindle their love, but he hadn't been in town from San Lorenzo for too long, and then all the old guys had planned a guys-trip, so he hadn't gotten a chance to see her. He swallowed and said, "Umm. I haven't had a chance to see her since I've gotten home."

Lila waved away his statement. "I heard she's dattting Wolfgang, the old bully of ours." She laughed a little. "He probably just wants to sleep with her though, but they've been together for a while. I hear they fight a lot though from the girls." She pushed up her hair and tried to cover herself with what little clothing she had left. "They say she's just some whore looking for some attention."

Arnold narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth. What nerve that Wolfgang had! And Helga couldn't, no WOULDN'T just see anyone because he left, would she? He felt angry because Lila had said it so casually, even though she knew of their history together. He knew she was drunk, but that was still unacceptable.

He glared at her and said, "Helga would never EVER do that." Lila raised her eyebrows, then said, "Yeah, like you would know. You haven't been around for a few years. You don't know anything about her anymore. She's just a who…"

"SHUT UP!" shouted Arnold. He breathed heavily, unwilling to accept Lila's GOSSIP (ugh!) as truth. Helga was better than that. They never saw her nice, her passionate, her true side. He had, and he knew she wouldn't ever do that.

Lila narrowed her eyes and undoes her seatbelt. She leans over and slaps Arnold, hard. He wasn't expecting her to hit him. His hands accidently followed his body, causing the car to turn. The tires slipped into the ditch, sending the car off the road. Arnold turned the wheel and tried to regain control, but the car turned onto it's side from the angle of the ditch, causing the car to flip over.

When the car came to a stop, Arnold opened his eyes. He knew if it weren't for his seatbelt, he wouldn't be in the car at all. He tried to turn and check on Lila, but the seatbelt only allowed him a little room to maneuver. He felt pain sear through him at the slightest movement, so he stopped trying to find her. He couldn't see her, but he hoped she was okay, even though this was her fault. His anger resurfaced as he tried to get out of the car through the window, but he was stuck because of his leg.

He heard voices, someone yelling for an ambulance. He felt arms wrap around his head and shoulders, pulling him out of the car. He cried out in pain, but he was finally brought out. His eyes turned to behold his savior, even as it became darker and darker from the pain. He froze.

It was her.

What wonderful miracle had to have taken place for her to swoop down and save him! His eyes teared up and he felt his heart beat faster from the adrenaline and love resurfacing within him as he watched Helga G. Pataki hold, almost cradle his head in her arms. Her hair was down her shoulders just like he liked it, and she had make-up on, as if she was out for the night.

Arnold unfroze, his mouth finally able to form words, but his voice was still not working. "Uh wan ed to say you agin."

Helga looked terrified and she asked, "Arnold! Are you okay? Fuck! Please tell me. Stay awake goddamn it!" She pulled his head closer to her, hoping to maybe keep him from blacking out, but she had seen his leg. It was not pretty, and he was losing a lot of blood. He felt her silk dress against his face, and with great effort, he inhaled. She smelled so sweet, like honey.

He spoke slightly louder, finally forming coherent words. "I wanted to see you again." He felt her lower him, and he smiled. Then, he hit the wall. Blackness surrounded him and his last thought was of Helga.

Helga shook him, shouting his name and threatening to hurt him, though she knew it was no good. She cried, holding his head up as she pushed on his chest, trying to give CPR. His heart fluttered, and then she felt it give it's last beat. She lowered her head onto his heart and quietly cried. It was no use.

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