Disclamiar: I do not own Hey Arnold. If I did they would still be on the air, there would be another movie and 'The Pataki's would be on the air.

This first chapter was written by Dunge0nDrag0n who so kindly let me continue this story…thank you again.

"Yeah! And then of course little Miss Pris Rhonda had to..." Helga stopped, noticing her best friend Phoebe wasn't exactly paying attention. Instead, she had been glancing over Helga's shoulder for about the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes. And there was only five minutes left before lunch was over.

"Pheebes... Pheebes? Phoebe!"

"Oh, huh, sorry Helga. I've just been a little distracted is all." Helga turned to see what was 'distracting' Phoebe. She saw a certain dark-skinned boy with his football-headed best friend. Phoebe's cheeks were slowly getting a pink tint.

"Tall Hair Boy, eh? Pheebes, you know both of you have had a crush on each other since we were in 4th grade, we're 16 now! I don't understand how neither of you have made a move already! Crimeny!" By now, Phoebe's cheeks were scorching red. "You know what, I'll be right back."

Before Phoebe could say anything, Helga was up and walking towards the boys.

"Helga! Helga wait!" Phoebe squeaked.

"Hey football head, come 'ere. I need to ask you something." She heard Phoebe behind her let out a big sigh of relief, silently thanking the lords that Helga didn't march over there to blurt out her secret to Gerald.

"I'm just gunna make this snappy and ask it. Tall Hair Boy-" she pointed at Gerald, " does he still have a crush on Phoebe?"

Helga could see Arnold contemplating something in his mind. While he thought about his answer, she couldn't help but think about how she hadn't talked to Arnold since the beginning of high school. Sure, there was the occasional, "Hey Helga. What was the math homework?" or "Here, let me help you pick up your books," but nothing out of the ordinary. They really didn't have a reason to talk anymore, did they?

The summer before high school, her parents had decided they wanted to become better parents. Big Bob, who Helga now called dad, went to Anger Management classes and Merriam, who Helga now called mom, decided to go to AA classes. She decided that if they were going to change, then, crimeny, she was going to, too! Helga stopped making fun of Arnold, which was basically her only means of talking to him, and all the other kids. Actually, she had grown to be pretty good friends with everyone, even Brainy, though Phoebe was, of course, still her best friend. Though she was still extremely blunt and sarcastic, people grew to like her for that. Well, it was mostly guys that were willing to put up with her because she had grown to be such a... well, she became really hot. She no longer had a unibrow (she had plucked that by 8th grade), she had C-cups and a nice ass, she turned her signature pink bow into a choker and stopped wearing her silly pink dress. Instead, she opted for tight jeans or shorts and a pink shirt.

Another big change in Helga was her 'relationship' with Arnold. Her obsession was one of the biggest reasons she used to talk to him. Helga realized that after what happened she couldn't keep up this facade. So, she decided to just move on. Of course, Helga still called him Football Head, but they both knew that it was friendlier now.

Helga looked back up at Arnold and realized he still hadn't answered. She punched him softly on the arm and said, "Just spit it out already, I don't have all day, crimeny you yutz!"

"Well, I don't know if he's going to like me telling you, but since you are Phoebe's best friend..." he lowered his voice, almost to a whisper," Yes. He does, a lot, actually. Ironically, we were just talking about this."

"Good" She started to walk away.

"Wait, Helga!" He called after her. She stopped abruptly and turned to him. "Why? Does Phoebe like him too?"

"Doi! "

"We need to help them get together. They're perfect for each other, but neither of them have the guts to make a move!" Arnold said.

"Look at you, always trying to solve everyone's problems. Alright, because this has to do with my best friend, I guess I'll work with a dumb Football Head. We're all meeting up at Phoebe's place after school to study for our psych test." That was all she needed to say before walking away and sitting back down next to Phoebe. When she turned back, she saw Arnold think for a second, then smile and walk back to his best friend. "Geraldo likes you. We're all meeting to 'study for our psych test' after school at your place. I've got a plan."

"What? Really?" Her face instantly lit up and a big smile formed on her face. Suddenly, it turned back into a frown. "Wait, how do you know?"

"Don't worry Pheebes. I'm not stupid enough to go tell Gerald that you luuuurve him. Instead, I just asked Arnold-o. But just remember, we're meeting at your place after school. And trust me Pheebes, I would never do this if you weren't my best friend. Just thinking about you two together makes me want to vomit. Yup. I definitely lost my appetite. See ya later Phoebe!" The bell rang as they got up, to throw their food away and leave.

Arnold's POV:

While walking back over to Gerald, I thought about how much stuff had changed between Helga and me.

'She's a lot nicer now. I even remember her telling me once that it was because her parents were getting better! But as weird as this sounds, I kind of miss the old Helga. I kind of miss being back in fourth grade and putting up with her constant teasing remarks. I mean, at least we talked back then, right? Plus, at those rare moments where she would open up to me and be her real self, I felt really special that only I had the privilege of seeing this kind, broken Helga. I remember when we got to high school, we had the same first period class. The whole class period, I was waiting for a spitball to hit the back of my head, but it never did. It was like my day couldn't start without it. Oh, well. I'm sure she's much happier now. Wait, why do I even care this much?

"So, Gerald... I gotta tell you something. But you have to promise not to kill me," I uttered slowly, unsure of how to approach this.

"Sure, man. You know you can tell me anything," Gerald smiled and patted my back.

"So, I, uh, kinda told Helga about your crush on Phoebe," I practically whispered.

"YOU WHAT?" he exclaimed, jumping up and flailing his arms everything.

"Wait, chill. There's a plan. You know I wouldn't do anything if I didn't think it was the right thing." I smirked.

"After school today, we're going to meet Phoebe and Helga at Phoebe's house to study for our psych test," I spoke calmly and slowly.

"That's actually not a bad idea, thanks man." I mumbled back a no problem and then started eating my hot dog. Gerald then turned and went back to talking to the other guys sitting at our table. Thankfully, none of them had heard our conversation.

Normal POV:

The day was pretty normal for all four teenagers. Helga was smacked on the ass by a couple of guys and, in return, she smacked them on across their face. Phoebe was handed back a couple of tests and had aced them all. Arnold was asked out by a couple of girls and he accepted a date with a pretty girl named May for Saturday. Gerald scared a couple of freshman by telling them a legend about the "haunted" locker number 63. Just an average day.

"Finally, school's over. Man, they gave us a TON of homework. I hate Mondays. Oh, well, I'm glad were going over to Phoebe's house now, she's so good at this stuff," Gerald said as he and his best friend walked out of school.

Teasingly, Arnold replied, "I think you're just glad were going over to Phoebe's house. You really don't care about the homework." Seeing the light pink tint on Gerald's face, Arnold knew he was right. They both laughed and saw Helga and Phoebe getting in Helga's black 2011 Camaro. When Helga had said that her parents were improving, she wasn't kidding. Big Bob had stopped being so cheap and only caring about beepers. To apologize for all the times he had ignored Helga and put her down, he got her the Camaro for her 16th birthday. "It suits her," Arnold had thought when he saw her pull up to school in it one day.

"Hey, guys. Wait up! Can we hitch a ride with you guys? I mean, we are going to the same place," Gerald said as he jogged over to Helga's car.

"Sure, Gerald!" Phoebe replied, smiling broadly. Then, catching herself, "I-I mean, if it's okay with Helga of course."

"Yeah, yeah. Hop in, you weirdos," Helga laughed.

Phoebe got out of the car, pulling the seat forward to let them in, then jumped back in and they were on their way.

Of course, Arnold had to be the kind one and ask, "So, how was school today?"

"You should know Football Head. You were there," Arnold rolled his eyes, knowing Helga knew what he meant. "But don't even get me started! It was a normal day except for the fact that five guys smacked my ass today. FIVE. That's a record, even for me. Don't worry, I punched them all. Not as hard as I wanted to, but still I did. They are so lucky it's a Monday and I was tired."

Arnold clenched his fists, not wanting to show how angry he was about this. He thought, "How dare anyone do that to her? No one should be able to treat her like that! Oh, if I was there, I would've kicked their asses! Okay, calm down Football Head. Calm down. Why am I getting this hyped up? Umm, why did I just call myself Football Head?"

"What about you, Football Head? Get your big football head stuck in a door?" Helga asked with a serious expression on her face, which soon turned into a smirk, as she looked at the rearview mirror to see his expression. Instead of getting angry like he did in fourth grade, he just smiled and shook his head.

"Not today, surprisingly," he joked. All four teenagers laughed. Finally, they pulled up to Phoebe's house.

Time to put Operation Get Phoebe and Gerald Together So Phoebe Will Stop Annoying The Heck Out Of Me About How Cute Gerald But Would Never Have A Crush On Her When They Obviously Have The Hots For Each Other But Don't Wanna Admit It in action.

I wanted to thank Dunge0nDrag0n for letting me pick up this story. Really excited about it so…please review