April Fool's Day: The Unaired Scene:

AN: What is this, you say? An old story I wrote eleven years ago. I took it down because of it's content, but considering what I'm posting in my other story, this is nothing and it's rated Teen, so I'm re-posting it. Some of you probably read this before, others have not. Either way, I will try and start close to the same way I started my introduction eleven years ago. That seems fitting right? Also, I will upload a chapter every time I update my other story. Sound good? Okay, no drinking or chewing while reading this. It's that hysterical. Hopefully you'll take my warning.

This is how I got the idea to write this: Back in 2005, I read a comment posted by somebody online about the April Fools Day episode of Hey Arnold! They were talking about the tango scene at the end, the feisty dance between Arnold and Helga. This person said, and I quote, "They totally had sex that night!" I laughed at first, and then watched the episode over and realized... you know what? They very well could have... I noticed that nobody attempted to write a story about this, so I decided to do it. This story takes place a couple hours before the April Fools Day dance. Arnold has called Helga back to come over. They are in Arnold's room...

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Craig Bartlett, Nick, and Viacom do.

Chapter 1: "It's okay to light the fire…"

It was a silent and chilly evening outside that April Fool's Day night at the Sunset Arms. Arnold had invited Helga over his house before the April Fools Day dance, hoping to make her feel better because of what he did earlier that day, when he blinded her.

Although it was cold outside, The air was filled with warmth and tension as the two fifth graders spent the evening together in Arnold's room, for the first time with both of their knowledge.

The pranking and picking on each other had also heated up the atmosphere, or so it seemed. That definitely didn't cool down the temperature at all.

Arnold was sitting on his red couch and staring intensely at his arch-nemesis.

Helga was sitting on Arnold's bed with her legs crossed, her eyes looking in two different directions, and a scowl was on her face. She replied. "Are you going to stare at me like that all night, or is there a reason that you brought me over before the dance?"

Arnold didn't even blink, but he had to admit, he was surprised at her comment. How did she know he was staring at her? "Um, I thought you couldn't see me—"

"—I…I can't! I…I can just tell that you're being kind of silent over there and was wondering why the heck you brought me over here."

Arnold stood up from his couch, rubbing his neck as he walked over to his closet. He looked around his room as if it was something new to him, and he didn't know where to go or what to do next. He was incredibly nervous about being around Helga G. Pataki all alone. "Well," he paused, taking his time to respond with his answer, thinking about what he could say to her. "The dance doesn't begin until seven, and it's only five thirty..."

Helga got up from Arnold's bed silently, hitting her cane on the ground and moving her hands around to get to her companion. She purposely stood behind him, waving her cane absentmindedly. "Why did you invite me here if we have some time to kill, Arnold-o?" She started waving her cane around like she was trying to hit something.

Arnold figured that something was him, but he couldn't blame her. He'd blinded her, for Pete's sake! He'd hit himself too if he was her. If she ever got her sight back, he was taking bets that she would kill him somehow and bury his body where it couldn't be found. He turned to her as she waved her cane around him. "I'm behind you Helga, and the reason I invited you over is, well," He rubbed his neck nervously and paced around over to his computer desk. "I feel bad about this. I never meant for this to happen to you, and I wish I could do more to make it up to you and show you how sorry I am. I was thinking a nice evening before the dance would be a proper way to apologize. A dance, even being escorted, is definitely not enough." He hung his head low and felt even worse as he admitted those things. He only hoped that eventually she would forgive him and put all of this behind her.

Meanwhile, Helga's eyes widened from behind him when she heard what he said. Criminy, what a guilt trip I'm putting him on. I'm starting to feel bad about the whole thing. Maybe I should tell him the truth, that I'm not really blind… Helga blinked again, this time, in shock at herself. Criminy Helga ol' girl, what are you going soft? You can't tell Arnold-o your lying to him, besides, he deserves what he gets!

She walked toward him, waving her stick around. "You have no idea what it's like, do you hair-boy?!"

Arnold was confused. "What, what's like Helga?"

Helga raised her arms and her cane. "I'm blind can't you see? You have no idea what it's like to walk around in total darkness, not being able to see anything. You're lucky I'm even speaking with you after what you did!"

He frowned as he looked down at the floor in guilt. I have to do something. I have to make this up to her! I don't think she knows that I do care about her. I… I don't want to break her heart completely!

She stared blankly back at him, in her mind, it was a different story. HAHAHA! What a chump! That's for manipulating my emotions there, pal! That'll put you in your place!

They stared intently back at each other, with the same deep intense longing on their faces. Arnold felt he could get lost in those eyes of hers, even though she was blind. He felt millions of different things looking at her, some things which felt completely foreign to him. He swallowed, taking a deep breath. Oh no, please don't tell me I'm developing feelings for Helga. I can't right now! Not when she's in this condition! He didn't get to think too much on those thoughts, because Helga interrupted them.

"Please tell me why you staring at me again like that, and what are you planning on doing with me for the next hour and a half?"

Arnold pondered on that, then a smirk slowly spread across his face as he ran out of his room, slamming the door as he went to get something.

Helga didn't appreciate Arnold leaving her so suddenly. "Hey, hair-boy, what's the deal? Get back up here and tell me what's going on!"

A second later, the door opened with Arnold behind it. He looked intensely at what it looked to be….one of their school books?!

"What the…" Helga stopped speaking aloud. She remembered that she was supposed to be blind. What the heck is he doing looking through one of our health class books? Is he planning on studying with me?!

"Um," Arnold looked up at her with a smirk on his face. He remembered she couldn't see the book that was in his hands. "Oh, I'm just reading a little bit of useful information from this book I saw lying around the boarding house, Helga."

Helga raised an eyebrow. "May I ask what you're planning on doing with that book?" She was feeling a little concerned with that sly gaze he was giving her.

He walked over to her. "Why should I tell you what I'm going to do to you when I can show you what I can do to you." When Arnold reached Helga, he took her cane out of her hand and threw it across the room behind him. It hit his book shelf, knocking down a few books and a CD case, breaking it in half.

"Criminy, Arnold-o, I need that cane to walk!" Okay I'm freaked out right now. What on earth is he doing?! Her eyes were wide open, staring in shock.

Arnold bent towards her with a smirk on his face. He whispered. "You won't be doing much walking once I'm through with you."

Despite herself, Helga still heard herself replying sarcastically. "What? Are you planning on breaking my legs, too?"

Arnold stepped back from her and shook his head in shock. He was starting to feel bad all over again. How can she think I would do something like that to her?! I only want to make her feel better! "Helga, I would never hurt you purposely—"

"—Then why did you just say what you just said!?"

Arnold thought a moment, then remembered some of his ideas he was going to do to cheer her up and smiled flirtatiously back at her. "I have some ideas."

Her eyes widened. "Do I want to know what they are?"

He began to walk away from her with his hands and the book behind his back. "It's your choice, Helga."

Helga raised an eyebrow, watching him.

When he got to the other side of the room, he put the book on the floor and picked up her cane from the ground to examine it closely. He turned to look at her, hitting the cane on his hand. "You have two choices here, my blind friend." He watched her eyes widen more as he continued. "I can tell you what I'm going to do to you," He meet her eyes again intensely and whispered. "Or I can just do it to you."

Helga was scared and a bit concerned. What would he do to her?! She said the first thing that came to her mind. "You're not planning on hitting me with that thing, are you?"

Arnold rolled his eyes, forgetting that Helga was supposed to be blind and not able to see him holding up her cane. "Why would I hit you with your cane. Where would the fun be in that?" Helga felt a little reassured. She took a deep breath and Arnold continued, walking over to her on his bed. "Yeah, why would I hit you with your cane? You and I both know there are harder things in this room that I could hit you with."

Helga stared at him and his sultry gaze. Is this Arnold?

There was silence for a few second as they stared at each other, and then Helga spoke to him. "Would you just read to me what you have in that book you put on the floor, head-boy?"

Arnold handed her back her cane. He blushed as he turned away and glanced down at the book on the floor. "Uh, this isn't something I should be reading aloud—"

"—And you know that just makes me want to hear it even more, now spill it!"

Arnold looked thoughtful for a moment as he walked over to pick the book back up. "Actually, why don't I show you…"

Criminy, you need to make up your mind! It's going to be seven before you even explain to me what the heck you're talking about!

He sat down on his bed and pat the place next to him, glancing at Helga. "Come over here Helga and sit on my bed with me."

Helga raised an eyebrow. He was acting strange, but she followed his commands anyway. She made her way over, waving the cane around and her arms with it. When she reached his bed on his right side, she purposely hit him in the right arm. Arnold scowled as he took the cane away from her and threw it out the skylight window. They heard glass break, and something that sounded like a cat crying out in pain.

They were both silent for a few moments, pondering what just happened. Finally, Helga spoke nervously, "Uh… heh-heh, you were going to show me something?"

Arnold looked intensely at her. Helga stared at him, giving him the same intense look he was putting off. He felt the temperature going up around them, fast! He felt uncomfortable looking into her eyes, even though he wanted to. Sure, he had something to show her, a good amount of something to show her, and he couldn't wait to show it to her! He could do so easily right now, it wouldn't be hard, but after staring into her eyes a few seconds, he knew it would be.

"Arnold…"

"Man, Helga. It's burning up in here!" He fanned himself with his hands and stood up awkwardly, not understanding this strange attraction he was feeling towards the girl sitting on his bed.

God, she looked good on his bed.

"Huh?" Helga was indeed confused.

"I mean, geez," his skin turned a bright red as he pulled down on his shirt. "What did my grandparents decide to do? Turn the heater on the first day of April?!"

What the…what does this have to do with the book?! Helga was getting frustrated at his weird headed-ness. She stood up from the bed, raising an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I know February and March were pretty cool, but this month," he shuddered for some reason, his body shaking. "Whoa…"

Helga blinked repeatedly. "Okay, what is going on in that head of yours? It's only fifty degrees out there!"

Arnold nodded, leaning on his computer chair and fanning his face. "You're right! I'm going crazy!" He inhaled deeply. "Maybe…maybe I just need a little fresh air."

She put her hands on her hips. But… didn't he just say…? "I thought you said it was hot out there?"

"Definitely not as hot as it is in here!" He made his way out of his skylight quickly.

She decided to follow him outside, mostly to watch him and make sure he was okay. If he was really that hot, she didn't want him to faint or something.

After they climbed outside, he turned to see Helga again, running over to him, and grabbing his shoulders. She said. "You're as pale as a ghost! Are you sure you're alright?"

He was losing his balance quickly, and some of his thoughts. He didn't even know how to feel anymore, or how to explain what was going on between them. He completely forgot she was supposed to be blind and that he should be standing without Helga's help. He smiled with darkness to his gaze. They were outside as she took him in her arms, but what would really stop him from taking her? "You know, I'd rather like the heat." He admitted to her, taking her hands into his. "Especially when I'm feeling it with you."

Helga felt dazed and was in awe at what he just said. The heat continued to go up around them as they held each other. Does Arnold really like the fire? Helga wondered.

Arnold moved his head to kiss her, but stopped when he was right next to her lips. Helga wondered why he stopped what he was doing.

Arnold's body shook at his thoughts. Something about this nasty girl in front of me really interests me, but what is it about her that really gets me? It must be her mysteriousness, her passionate love for me. Arnold felt his head began to spin even more. I…I must be going crazy! Whoa…I need to…I need to…

Helga watched his eyes move left and right. There was no doubt about it. She was not only concerned, but nervous as he held onto her tighter to steady himself.

"Helga!" he said, intensely, hoping to get some help. God, he needed her right now.

Helga lowered her eyes as she saw the fire in them, and smiled slyly back at him. "You know Football Head, it's okay to light the fire."

His eyes widened and rolled in the back of his head as he fell over.

"Arnold!" Helga gasped as he went limp in her arms.