I'm currently writing another story but I found myself with writers block… well at least when it comes to that story. I think I need to get this particular scenario out of my head so that I can finally get a clear mind and continue writing my other story. This story takes place in an alternate world where Arnold and Helga are not friends. In fact they hardly know each other. This is also the first story I've posted so please be nice! I hope you guys like it.

Warning! This is also Rated: M for mature. There will be graphic scenes later in the story. You have been warned o_o

Note: I do not own these characters. They rightfully belong to Craig Bartlett.

Beautiful Blonde

Chapter 1

"Move it geek bait!" A girl shouted from down the hall. Arnold looked towards the commotion to see an angry girl stomping down the hall. "What are you looking at?" the girl asked Arnold but before he could answer, the girl pushed him out of her path and into his locker.

"Ow!" Arnold shouted in pain.

"Let that be a lesson to you football head." The blonde girl said and continued on her rampage down the hall.

"Dude, that was brutal." Gerald said.

"Tell me about it. It's no wonder nobody likes her. But…" Arnold began before he looked in the blonde girl's direction. He noticed she shoved a boy who was leaning on her locker so that she could get into it. He couldn't help but look at her curiously.

"But?" Gerald asked impatiently.

"But… is it me, or is Helga a little madder than usual?" Arnold asked with concern.

"She seems the same kind of mad to me." Gerald answered nonchalantly. "Why do you care? You hardly know her."

"Come on Gerald. Aren't you a little curious as to why she has no friends even though she's been in our school, no scratch that, in our town our whole life?" Arnold asked.

"Not really." Gerald responded and began to walk away.

Arnold frowned at his best friend's lack of curiosity. He then sighed and muttered to himself "Well I'm curious."

After school that day, Arnold found himself walking home alone. Gerald had basketball practice with the guys and although Arnold loved sports, he decided against joining any sports this year so that he could focus on his grades. This was their senior year in high school after all and he didn't want his average GPA to get in the way of him getting into a good college. Arnold decided to study in a café around the corner from his house. Not too many people went there so it was the perfect place to get some quite study time.

Arnold was sitting in a corner booth away from everyone who was in the café. He got himself a big cup of hot chocolate to help calm him while he did his math homework. A loud crash of the door broke him out of his concentration. When he looked up to scowl at whomever it was who disrupted him, he saw Helga G. Pataki standing in the doorway. She glanced around the café and then walked inside.

"One large hot chocolate." She said to the clerk. After she paid she glanced around the café once more and began walking in Arnold's direction. His heart began to pump in his chest as he saw the angry girl walking towards him. She sat in a booth not too far from his which calmed his heart beat slightly. He was staring down at his laptop trying desperately not to look up at her. His curiosity got the better of him. He slowly looked up to see she was staring at him pensively. "What?" she asked angrily.

"Oh… uh… sorry I uh-" Arnold began but couldn't think of anything to say.

"You got a problem with me sitting here hair boy?" Helga asked with irritation.

"N-No I don't. Sorry if I bothered you." Arnold said as he began staring at his laptop again. Several minutes went by and Arnold couldn't concentrate on his homework. He felt the tension build up around him. When he looked up, he saw Helga staring out the window beside her. She was taking a sip of her hot chocolate when she noticed Arnold staring at her once again.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." She said looking at him in the corner of her eye.

Arnold frowned at her for a moment and began to look out the window himself. He wondered if she was looking at anything in particular but saw nothing of interest. He grabbed his phone and began to mess with it for a moment before Helga heard a click and saw a flash come from Arnold's direction. She slowly turned her head in his direction?

"Did you just… take my picture?" Helga asked a bit dumbfounded.

Arnold stared at his phone as he sat up from his booth. He walked over to the blonde girl, not taking his eyes off of his screen. He looked up at her and turned his phone to her. "You look pretty good don't you think?" He asked with a smile.

Helga looked at the picture pensively for a moment then looked up at the boy in front of her. "What the hell?"

"W-Well you told me to take a picture, so I did." Arnold said nervously. "I'm sorry. I don't usually do things like that. It's just… i-it's the first time I ever saw you without a scowl on your face. You look…" Arnold began but a red tint appeared on his face.

"I look… what?" Helga asked angrily.

"Y-You… look pretty." Arnold said rubbing the back of his neck. Helga was caught off guard by the boys answer. She had been called many things through the years but pretty was not one of them. She gawked at the boy as he calmly sat up and grabbed his things. "Well um… I'll see you around." He said and then left the café.

Helga didn't show up for school the next day. Arnold couldn't help but wonder if it was because of what happened the day before. He waited anxiously for the day to end. He wanted to go apologize to Helga for his actions. When the final bell rang, Arnold was the first out the door. As he ran down the street, he realized he had no idea where the girl lived. He went to the only place he thought she would be and prayed she was there.

Arnold walked in the café and looked around. His eyes stopped when he saw Helga sitting in his usual booth. He ordered himself a hot cocoa and walked over to the booth hesitantly. Helga had been staring out the window since he walked in. Even as he sat in front of her, she didn't seem to acknowledge his presence.

"Did everyone get a big laugh out of the picture?" Helga asked calmly.

Arnold looked at her in confusion. "Huh?"

She calmly turned her head to look at him. "What did everyone have to say about the picture?"

Arnold kept looking at the girl in confusion. "Nothing. I didn't show anyone."

Helga's eyes went wide for a moment then she focused them on Arnold. "Why?"

"Why would I? It's nobody's business that I took a picture of you. Besides I don't need the interrogation from everyone of why I took a picture of anyone. And also I would-" Arnold stopped midsentence and hoped she didn't notice he didn't finish. Of course she did.

"You would?" she asked curiously.

"Uh… nothing… forget I said anything." Arnold said as he began to stare into his mug.

Helga noticed a small red tint to his cheek. "And also you would?" She asked with obvious irritation in her tone.

Arnold sighed and looked out the window. He took a deep breath and answered. "And also I would have to share that picture and… I don't want anyone else to see it…" Arnold said nervously.

Helga's eyes went wide. "W-Why don't you want anyone seeing it?" She dared to ask.

Arnold looked at her and smiled. He took a big swig of his drink and stood up from the booth. "No reason." Arnold looked up at Helga. Her puzzled look made him nervous. "Listen just… forget about yesterday." Arnold begged then sat up and walked out of the café.

Unlike yesterday, Helga ran after him. "Hey! Wait a minute football head!" Helga shouted from behind him. Arnold stopped allowing her to catch up. After she caught her breath she looked up at him and crossed her arms beneath her chest. "What the hell?"

"What?" Arnold asked.

"You plan on blackmailing me or something?" Helga asked seriously.

Arnold was shocked at the question. That was the last thing he would ever do to her. "No of course not!"

"Then… What? You plan on keeping a picture of someone you hardly know in your phone?" Helga asked. She noticed he was struggling for words which made her more impatient. She eyed him for a moment and noticed the outline of his phone in his pocket. Without hesitation she reached for it. Unintentionally, Arnold's karate reflexes kicked in as Helga reached for him. He grabbed her wrist, twisted her around and held her arm behind her back. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Helga exclaimed. Arnold immediately let go of Helga when he realized what he had just done.

"Sorry. M-My grandma taught me karate and uh… I guess that was a reflex." Arnold said while rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Helga rubbed her now sore wrist. She looked up at him and for a moment, Arnold swore he was going to get punched for his actions. Instead, the girl looked at him pensively which made him even more nervous. "So, you take pictures of strangers, you sit at their table without permission, you have kung fu reflexes that your grandma taught you… anything else I should know about you hair boy?"

Arnold blinked a few times. He began to laugh. He composed himself and reached in his pocket. "Look if it makes you more comfortable, I'll delete the picture." He shuffled through his phone until he found the picture. He then handed his phone to Helga. "Here. You can have the honor of deleting it." Arnold said with a smile.

Helga took the phone from him. She studied the picture for a few moments then looked up at him. "Why keep it?" she finally asked.

Arnold looked away and began to blush. "Uh… no reason…" Helga looked at him with disbelief which Arnold noticed. Arnold sighed and faced her. "If I told you, you'd probably laugh."

"Oh yeah cause you know me so well that you know my every reaction." Helga said with obvious sarcasm.

Arnold took a deep breath and mustered up any courage he had. "I kept it because…" he began and started to blush. "I kept it because… you looked really pretty in that picture. Not to say you don't look pretty. You're very pretty actually. It's just… you looked extra pretty because you don't look angry or anything and uh-" Arnold had begun to ramble but was cut off with Helga's free hand. She was looking at the floor so he couldn't see how much she was blushing at his small confession. She handed him back his phone without raising her head, turned on her heals and began to walk away. She stopped after a few feet. "Keep the picture if you want." She then turned around and Arnold could see the fire in her blue eyes. "But so help me, if you show that picture to anyone, I'll pull your tongue out of your mouth and wrap it around your neck." She then turned on her heals once more and walked away.

Arnold stared at her until she disappeared around a building. He looked down at his phone and was now staring at the picture of Helga. He smiled at it. He put the phone back in his pocket and walked home.

The next day at school, everything was back to normal. Or at least it seemed that way to Arnold. Helga was back stomping through the halls as usual which made Arnold smile a bit. At least it did until he was shoved into his locker. When he looked towards the culprit, he saw Helga looking back and smirking at him. Arnold smirked back.

Gerald noticed the two blondes little interaction. "Is it just me, or did she do that on purpose today? And did you enjoy that?" Gerald asked teasingly.

"No." Arnold responded. "She pushes me all the time. It's nothing new."

"Whatever dude. You looked like you enjoyed it. You a masochist or something?"

"Shut up." Arnold responded and playfully punched Gerald in the shoulder.

After school, Arnold was walking home when it started to rain. Luckily for him, he was already near the boarding house. The small shower quickly turned into a storm. When the storm began to calm down, Arnolds grandpa asked him to stop by the store to pick up a few things. When Arnold was on his way home, the raging storm came back. Arnold could hardly see two feet in front of the packard. When Arnold was safe back inside the boarding house, he dropped off all the grocery's in the kitchen and walked upstairs to change out of his wet clothes.

When Arnold closed his door, he immediately flung off his soaked shirt. He rummaged through his closet for some dry clothes. He was reaching for his red shirt when he heard a ruffling sound come from the direction of his bed. When he looked over, he noticed someone was in it. When he looked closer, he could see familiar golden locks peeking from under his sheets. "Helga?" Arnold asked. The person moved slightly beneath the sheets. Arnold approached his bed with caution. When he got closer, he could see that it was indeed Helga. He also noticed she was shivering and was soaking wet. "Helga?" He asked again. This time, Helga woke up. She slowly looked at Arnold. "Oh, hey football head."

"W-What are you doing here? Is everything ok?" Arnold asked worriedly.

"Me and my old man got in to an argument and he kicked me out the house."

"He kicked you out in the middle of a storm!?" Arnold asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah it's not the first time. I didn't know where to go. I'm not too sure how I ended up coming here but I was too embarrassed to knock on your door so I snuck in through your skylight." Helga said as she rubbed her eyes.

"You're soaked." Arnold noticed again. He ran over to his closet and pulled out some dry clothes for her. "Here change into these. You'll get sick if you stay in those clothes."

Helga grabbed the clothes and looked at them for a moment. "Thanks. Uh… Turn around."

Arnold blushed and complied with Helga's request. He felt like he was standing there forever before she told him it was ok to look. When he turned around, he couldn't help but blush again. She looked cute in his clothes. He gathered his wits after he shook his head slightly. "Before you lay back down, let me put some dry sheets on the bed."

"Sorry about that. I was a little cold and that was the only thing I could think of to get warm."

"It's ok." Arnold said with a reassuring smile. After he took the wet sheets off the bed, he flipped the mattress to the other side and placed some dry sheets on the bed. "There, go ahead and lie down. Listen you can stay here as long as you need to."

"No it was wrong of me to come here in the first place. I mean we aren't the best of friends really. I'll leave in the morning. I'll figure something out." Helga said but before she could protest more, Arnold gave her a very serious look.

"Look. Even if we aren't best friends, I consider you my friend none the less and as long as you need a place to stay, you're staying here." Helga's eyes went wide at Arnold's sudden forcefulness. She simply nodded. "Now uh… can you turn around so that I can get out of my wet clothes?" Arnold asked a bit shyly.

So much for the macho attitude. Helga thought to herself. She waved her hand and laid on the bed facing the wall. Arnold changed rather quickly. Helga couldn't help but peek over at him changing. Hmm… nice abs.

After Arnold finished changing, he walked over to his closet again. "You can look now. I'm done." Arnold pulled out a blanket and a pillow. He placed the pillow and blanket on his wall couch. "You can use my bed. I don't mind sleeping on my couch." When Arnold looked over at Helga, he noticed she had fallen back asleep. He walked up to her and pulled the sheets over her. She nuzzled up to his pillow which made Arnold smile. He reached over her to unplug his alarm. He smiled at the sight of Helga sleeping in front of him. How am I going to explain this to grandma and grandpa? Arnold yawned. He decided to wait until morning to cross that bridge.

He had been about to get up from the bed when Helga nuzzled up to him. He froze in his tracks not knowing what to do. When he tried to move, Helga reached for him lazily. He had no idea how to handle this situation. He attempted to get up again but her grip got a little tighter. He took a deep breath and decided to just go with it. He slowly laid next to her trying his best not to wake her. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Authors note: I hoped you enjoyed chapter one. This isn't going to be a long story. 3 or 4 chapters. Maybe more. Idk -… Please review =)