That Night
Disclaimer: I do not own, Hey Arnold or it's characters, if I did, I would have made a spin off show where they all were in high school and Helga got a complete make over, but everyone's not me.
Title: That Night
Characters:Arnold, Helga, Gerald, Pheobe, Other.
Rating:T(I don't know)
Summary:What happens when Arnold gets dragged to a Mascarade ball by Gerald, ends up finding the love of his life,and she does a full on Cinderella to him. What lengths will he go to, to find her?
Chapter 1:Homecoming
You know, I never thought, I'd find what I was looking for at that party, lose it and then go crazy trying to find it. I don't even know why I went, yes I do Gerald tricked me into it. He dragged me out of bed during the middle of the night and drove to the hotel, knowing that I wanted nothing to do with this party. But I think I'm gonna have to thank Gerald one of these days, cause he led me to find one of the biggest things in my life.
Two Days Before School Starts:
"Can u believe it Gerald? Seniors. Us." I kicked a can out of my way, as we walked down the street to the store. Gerald and I had been the stars of the Soccor team, since we were Freshman and Henry. "Nope. I truelly, thought I would have dropped out by now." I couldn't help but laugh. We all thought, even me, that one day Gerald would just stop coming to school. I don't think anyone hated it as much as he did. "What's the first thing you're gonna do on Wednesday?" I asked. "I don't know. Probably, smell the fresh,"first day of school" air," I laughed "Then go write something in the bathroom stall about what I did with some girl at Rhondes end of summer party." Gerald was known for two things. Getting girls and writting what he did with them on the bathroom walls. "Well, I hope u have fun." I had not planed on going to that party. "Why are you being a stick in the mud, Arnold. We're seniors. Seniors are supposed to party. And tomorrow night is our chance to party BIG!" "I'm not being a stick in the mud, I just don't want to go. It's nothing wrong with that." "Ok, Arnold. If your not going I won't go." "What?" "You heard me. I'm not gonna go to some super hot party and leave my best friend alone, by hisself, while everyone who goes to Henry is living the life,partying it up. I refuse to leave u all alone. Cause you know if u tried to call someone to talk to , they'd be at that party, so I'll be your someone to talk to." "Thanks Gerald."I said sarcastically. "Oh, come on Arnold! I'll die, if I don't go to this party." "Then go." "I'm not gonna leave u alone." "Then don't go." "But I want to go!" "Gerald, I'm not gonna go back and forth, saying 'then go' 'then don't go.' If u want to go, go to the party, it's not like I'll be mad. I'll just go to the movies or something." "Are u sure?" "Positive." Gerald and I entered Oscar's Food Store. "Hey Arnold, Hey Gerald!" "Hey, Oscar." Oscar, had been a deadbeet, and lived in the boarding house, for the longest time, with his wife, until one of his family members died and left him a great amount of money. He decided he would open a food store and with the money he made, he bought his wife a house. "What are you two here for?" "The usual." Gerald said. "Aw, Flaming Cheddar curls, and Grape soda." "Exactly." I said. Gerald went to go get our chips, and I headed down the soda aisle, to pick up two grape soda's, when I bumped into a slightly familiar person. "Pheobe?" "Hey." "Wow, how are you?" Pheobe, had been over seas for two years, studying abroad. She'd done so well in her freashman year, that she was offered the chance to go to Spain. "I'm great. It's great to be home, and to see you." Just then Gerald turned the corner into the soda aisle. "Arnold, I got use four bags, so we can see who can eat the fast..." he looked up and dropped the chips. "Hi, Gerald." Pheobe, looked pink, which was saying something, cause she had tanned considerably. Gerald had always had a crush on Pheobe. But when he'd finally told her, she'd dropped the bomb that she was going to Spain. Pheobe's appearance had changed drastically. She let her hair grow out, past her shoulder. She had gotten contacts. She'd also grown alot and wasn't afriad of her body, sporting a top that showed her midrift, which shone with a shining piece of silver in the shape of a butterfly. But under all of this, she was still the same old Pheobe, who blushed everytime Gerald came into the room. "H..H..Hi Pheobe." He smiled. Gerald had long since gotten ride of the fro, it was getting in the way, when running for the ball, and he tried it braided, but it got tedious, so he just cut it off. "Um.. how have you been?" he asked. I felt a little awkward, standing there in the middle of them, while they tried to have a conversation. "I'm good, how 'bout you?" "Great." Lord, this conversation, was depressing me, I just wanted to yell "Ask each other out already." but instead "Um... Gerald, why don't I take the chips to the front and pay for them." "Um.." Gerald bent down and picked up the chips. "Ok." He gave me the chips and I headed for the front. "Four bags, there must be a contest going on." Oscar said "Yeah, as soon as Gerald, get's done, we're gonna head for my house." Like on cue, Gerald came around the corner and up behind me. "C ya Arnold." Pheobe said. "Bye Pheobe." Pheobe left and I turned to Gerald. "So?" "We're going to the end of summer party together." "Nice." I gave him a high five. We payed for our stuff and head for the boarding house. "So, what'd you guys talk about?" "Oh, um.. how life was in Spain. How it was rooming with Helga G. Pataki." Oh, yeah. Helga. Helga was having trouble with her family during freashman year, and everyone knew it. Specifically, when Helga's dad came and dragged her out of school, when he found out that she had applied to study for two years in Spain. Unlike Pheobe, Helga had to apply. She wanted to get as far away from her family, and their antics, as she could. Helga wasn't exactly the smartest person in the world, so her and Pheobe buckled down and studied for two weeks straight, so Helga could take the exam, that you had to take in order to be accepted by the board. Helga had passed with flyng colors, and her parents got a letter in the mail, explaining what Helga's next two years would be like. Her dad dragged her out of school, and told her she couldn't go. Towards the end of the summer, Helga disappeared. Turns out, she ran away and excepted her spot in Spain. "Did she say if she was back?" "Yeah, they both are back." "Cool, maybe, we'll run into her. I kind of miss, the 'Football Head' comments" even though I grew into my head, a few years ago. "Do you think she's still like that?" "I don't know, what did Pheobe say about her." "Well, you know Pheobe, she was always saying good stuff about Helga. So, you can't exactly, take her word for it, but she did say it took a long time for Helga to open up. She kept felling like shye betrayed her family." "Wow. I feel really bad for Helga." "I'm sure she wouldn't want you to." We reached my steps and sat down. "But, what if she got home and her pareants did something to her?" "Arnold seriously, your ruining me high. I'm ready for a Flaming chedder curls contest." "But Gerald, what if they beat her?" I whispered. "Oh, God,if you're so worried about Helga, I'll call Pheobe and ask her where Helga is, and if she's seen her." "Ok." Gerald took out his cell phone and dailed in Pheobe's number. "Hi, Pheobe. Where exactly is Helga? Because Arnold's worried that her parents might be beating her. I told him it was stupid." He so did not. "Ok, Ok, Ok, Un-huh, Ok. C ya tomorrow, bye, bye, no you hang up first, no you hang up first, no you hang up first, no you ha.." I took Geralds phone and hung it up for him. "Hey!" "So?" "She said, that Helga is fine and her parents where nothing but happy to see her, when she got home. she said that Helga was thinking the same thing when she got home, but was surprised, big time. Now can we start this contest, I want to feel the flames." Gerald then did this weird thing with his hands. "Did it take you long to make that up?" I asked. "No, that was right on the spot" he said it with this type of cool, that I could only dream of one day mastering.
Day of the Mascarade Ball:
"Hey, Helga could you come downstairs?" My parents were starting to annoy me, I was feeling suffocated. "What Bob?" I had completely changed over in Spain, I was surround by idiots, or depressed laziness, or people who needed anger management, in other words my family, and I think those two years without them helped alot. "We have a surprise for you." "Really?" "Yeah." I hurried out of my room and down the steps. "Well, Helga, we want you to know that we are so proud of you. And that we're glad, that you went to Spain." I looked a little confused. I think they could see that, so they started to explain. "Because if you hadn't," chimmed my dad. "We would have never found the strength to go to therapy and get help. We knew you had to have left for a reason, and we finally figured out, it was us." I wanted to cry, my parents were finally understanding, they had turned into who I had always wanted them to be. "So, here's a little present for opening or eyes, and for just being home." Bob, pulled a clothing bag from behind his back, and laid it on the couch. I walked down the rest of the steps and over to the couch. I unzipped the bag, and the saw the most beautiful, shiny piece of material. I was shocked. "It's for the Mascarade Ball tonight, we don't want you to miss out on anything your senior year." "Wow, this is beautiful. Bo..Dad, Mom. Thank you." I hugged them and took my dress up to my room. I laid it down on my bed, and stared at it for the next half an hour, and then finally decided to try it on. When I saw myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe I looked this good. I wasn't some stick figure, with stringy blonde hair and a unibrow anymore. I decided to cut my hair, to alittle past my shoulders, in spain. Long hair was not a good thing with all the sun. Pheobe and I also went and got belly button rings. Pheobe stopped there, but I got my lower ears and my cartlidge done. I had also spent alot of time out in th sun, tanning and I had a nice amount of curves. The dress dipped in places and rounded out other places. Thanks really wasn't enought to give my parents. There was a knock on the door. "Come in." "Hun, how does the dre..." Olga stopped and admired me. "You look like a goddess." "I don't think I'd go that far." "Have you looked at yourself?" "Yeah." "Still old modest Helga. You're beautiful. You always have been." I scoffed "You've just finally gotten intouch with the real you." "This is all so new to me. I mean I've looked like this for a year and a half, but I've never known what to do with myself." "And that is where I come in.Now lets's get something done to that hair of yours." This is one of the few times in my life that I have ever appreciated Olga.
