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He could see the plane landing from his window seat. The plane shook as the wheels touched the ground and Arnold let out a sigh of relief. He was back in Hillwood. His home, his true home, where he spent most of his youth, playing baseball in the streets untill they cleaned up Gerald field. Where he tried effortlessly trying to fly his stubborn kite. This is where he got Stoop Kid to get off his suit. This was everything to him. He was here to catch up with old friends, maybe make some new ones. Then he'd be out of here once the week was over.

That put a frown on Arnold's face.

He sat waiting on the runway, waiting for the flight attendants say it's okay to start getting up and grab the carry-ons. Arnold leaned his head on his arm and sighed. It had been an eight hour flight from Colombia, South America. There he became fluent in Spanish and gotten to know most of the village people well. He taught many of the younger ones American sports, like football. And listened to the elder ones with their stories and legends.

He had fun traveling the world with his parents. He saw many places, but mostly heartache. He had taken his life back home for granted. There were so many starving people, riddled with diesease. Nobody had much, just survivng on the love of the family members. Some didn't even have that.

The plane slowly crept to the gate and came to a stop. He smiled. Gerald should be here, his long time bestfriend. He took off a day of school, even with all the midterms going on, just to pick him up. He was grateful. He told Gerald he didn't have to. His grandparents could've just given him a ride. But when Gerald insisted, Arnold couldn't keep telling him no. It meant a lot.

Arnold stood up and grabbed his carry-on. He slowly walked out of the plane, onto the gate, and out into the airport. A strong smell of McDonalds and gym clothes filled his nose. He looked around, hoping to see his buddy.

"Arnold!" A tall African-American waved his hand. "Over here!"

He saw and quickly walked over. He stood infront of Gerald and they did their handshake that they haven't done in over five years.

"Gerald," Arnold spoke as they were done. "How are you? Traffic wasn't too bad?"

"Nah man. It was cool. Any reason to take the Volvo out."

Arnold chuckled.

"So, do you have any plans so far?" Gerald asked, hoping he wouldn't because people were already starting to show up at his house.

"No." Arnold shook his head. "Just gonna head home, catch up with Grandma and Grandpa. Unpack, you know."

Gerald and Arnold jumped on the moving sidewalk and made thier way out of the airport. Arnold took a good look at his friend. His hair was a little shorter, much like Jamie-o"s was while they were growing up. Gerald had definitely bulked up, and his skin probably had gotten a little darker. Arnold couldn't really tell. He had saggy blue jeans on, with some white K-Swiss. He was wearing a jersey as usual, but a blue one. An Eli Manning jersey.

"We just gotta drop something off at my house first then I'll take you home. Cool?" Gerald said with a slightly deceiveing look on his face.

"Yeah, thats cool. What do you have to drop off?" Arnold was curious, much like when he was younger.

Gerald shook his head. "Nothing important. Just something my mom told me to pick up."

"Oh Okay." Something was up. Arnold could feel it.

The two teenagers made thier way to baggage claim to pick up Arnold's suitcase. They talked about Arnold's life in Coloumbia, and some of his life in Africa. Gerald, a little jealous that his friend got to travel the world, listened intently. Trying not to spill the beans about the party. They eventually made their way to Gerald's car. Arnold would soon see everyone he hadn't seen in what seemed like a lifetime.


Helga stared to the classroom clock, sitting in her last period, Trigonometry. Her hands gripped her desk so tightly that her knuckles began turning white. This had been the Friday from hell. Not only with all the midterms going down, she was to see her love god tonight. And the day couldn't go any slower. She had notice that in homeroom, Gerald wasn't here. He also wasn't there in her third period class, Chemistry. She knew he must be at the airport picking Arnold up. Then he would drive him to Gerald's house, and there Arnold would be for the night.

Helga bit her bottom lip. She was nervous, and couldn't stop daydreaming about how tonight would go. She could just picture it. She would walk in, all the boys staring at her like she was a goddess, but she would just push them away and make her way to Arnold. Arnold would stare at her with loving eyes and confess that she was all he could think about while he was away. Then they would embrace each other and share a long passionate-

The bell rang.

Helga came back from her daydream, and realized that, one, Spring Break offically just started, and two, she would see Arnold tonight. "Yes!" Helga hissed and she shovved everyone who got in her way. "Move aside, bucko!"

She had much to do. She definately wasn't going to arrive before him. No. She was going to be 'fashionably late'. She wasn't going to seem like she was anxious to come to the party. She was going to act like she had other plans, and only wanted to stop in for a few short mintunes. She raced home, probably getting there sooner than the bus would've. Ran through the door of her house and let it slam behind her.

Miriam stirred from the noise and looked up from the couch she was laying on. She fixed her crooked glasses. "Helga, honey, is that you?"

"Yeah, mom, gotta go." Helga ran upstairs and closed her door. She threw her backpack on the bed, and went over to her vanity she recieved from Olga as a christmas present when she was thirteen.

Helga stared at herself, widdening her big blue eyes. She grabbed her tweezers and had gotten a few stray hairs between her eyebrows. Then she undressed herself, ready to hop in the shower.

Turning on the hot water, she wondered if she should use a citrusy shampoo or lavender. Finally deciding on citrus, she vicously scrubbed her hair, washed her body in pear, then jumped out of the shower. She grabbed Olga's blow dryer and went at it. Her hair became naurally curled the more it dried. She ran out of the bathroom with towel wrapped around her and into her bedroom. She opened up her underwear drawer and noticed she had no thongs left, only granny panties.

"Shit." Helga groaned. "Well, it's not like Arnold is going to sleep with me the first day he's back." Helga averted her eyes. "Though, I wish he would..."

She continued to get dressed, she slipped on the shirt she bought yesterday and some dark skinny jeans. Then slipped on some black flats to finsh the look. Sitting down at her vanity once again, it was time to put on make-up. Helga didn't really want to doll herself up, it might look like she was trying too hard. But she did want to try a little. She put on light powder, then eyeliner and masscara.

"There!" Helga annouced to no one in particular. She was ready.


Arnold and Gerald arrived at Gerld's house. There were many cars parked outside. It was just getting dark, without looking at the car clock, Arnold guessed it was probably a little after six.

"Gerald, why are there so many cars parked outside of your house?"

Gerald scratched his head. "I dunno man. Weird."

"Gerald." Arnold said in a stern voice. "Did you invite eveyone to your house, and then decided to bring me here?"

Gerald didn't reply. Just smiled and stepped out of the car and made his way up the steps leading to his house. To be honest, Arnold had gotten excited. Gerald put together a surprise party just for him. Now he was to see all his friends he had missed in the last five years.

Gerald stopped in front of his door. "You first, man." He held his arm out infront of Arnold.

Arnold grabbed the door knob and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He muttered.

Arnold opened the door.

"Arnold!" Yelled a group of people before him.

He saw Rhonda, who was quite tall and way over dressed to this occasion. Harold wasn't as fat as Arnold remember. He had lost a lot of weight, and gained some muscle but he still looked a little chunky. There was Stinky, who, believe it or not, had gotten taller and probably skinnier. He looked a bit zoned out. Maybe stoned. He saw Sid, who looked just as zoned out as Stinky did. His hair was thicker, and longer. No longer wearing his green hat. There was Nadine, who wore all black with balck make-up. Arnold thought to himself that her and Rhonda probably don't talk anymore. He saw Sheena and Eugene together, proably dating. Sheena's style didn't change much, nor did her looks. Only that she was wearing pink lensed glasses. Eugene had matching ones. He was just as tall as Sheena. His hair was a dark brown. Maybe dyed. But her was still pale. Arnold wondered if he was still clumsy as ever. Then he had seen Lila. Arnold found her somewhat attractive. Long red hair, with a few freckles on her cheeks. Her style wasn't so girly, more like Rhonda's but not so overly dressed. She was maybe a B cup, somewhat curvly, but closer to looking like a stick. She was very skinny. Almost deathly skinny.

As the hour went by, he slso saw Pee Pod Kid, Brainy, Chocolate boy, Curly, Pheobe, who had spent most of the night next to Gerald. There was Iggy and Lorenzo. Someone was missing though. And Arnold knew who it was. He had been looking forward to seeing her, and was hoping to see her here. Arnold knew she probably wasn't going to come. If she din't come to the goodbye party, why would she come to the welcome back party?

Harold, Stinky, and Sid stood suspiously by the punch bowl.

"Hehe, this is going to be an awesome party once we add this." Harold said to his comrades.

"Yeah, this is gonna be great." Sid agreed. He pulled out a bottle out of his pocket. It was Green Apple Smirnoff Vodka.

"Everyone is gonna get so wasted!" Stinky said in his country accent.

"Yeah, don't puke!" Harlod elbowed him in the side. "Oof!"

Sid began pouring the vodka into the two punch bowls provided while Harold and Stinky were lookouts.

"And don't you dumbass' say anything about this, or I'll pound you." Harold threatened.

Once Sid was finished, all three walked away and stood back to see if anyone who began drinking it. Curly was the first to go over to the punch bowl and take a drink. He took a large gulp and smacked his lips. Then he went for more.

"Yes!" The three boys high fived.

It had been a couple hours since Arnold had arrived, maybe around seven-thirty. Helga decided it was a good time to arrive. She walked in the door and shut it behind her quitely. There was a lot of people, some looked a bit tispy. Rhonda had a flush to her face and was slurring. Sid and Stinky looked like they smoked a bowl or two out back. Loud ninties rock was playing, making it hard for her to hear. She looked around. She didn't see Arnold, or Pheobe for that matter. She was planning on talking to her for most of the night. She walked over to the snack table, shoved some chips in her mouth, took a cup and filled it with punch. She downed her drink.

This tastes a little odd...Helga just shrugged it off and grabbed another drink. She was nervous and it was making her thirsty. She walked around the room, suddenly someone had bumped into her. Helga turned and saw Sheena dancing, looking a little tipsy.

"Helga!" She exclaimed and hugged her.

Helga pushed her away and brushed herself off as if she was contagious.

"Helga, you look so hot!" Sheena said brushing Helga's hair out of her face.

"Sheena, what the hell is wrong with-"

Suddenly Sheena had kissed Helga on the lips. Helga's eyes went wide and pushed Sheen away once more.

Eugene was close by, who also went wide eyed. Helga could hear Sid and Stinky snickering. Someone exclaiming that there was some lezzie action going on. Helga left the living room before more of a crowd came. She ventured into the kitchen where she saw Pheobe and Gerald. The music was slightly quieter.

"Helga." Gerald said cooly. "My main lady." They did a little fist bump.

Once Arnold left, Pheobe and Gerald became close, thus Helga became close with him too. She decided that Gerald wasn't so bad once she got to know him. Plus she could not hate her best friend's boyfriend. Well, they weren't really dating. Who knows what they are.

"You look good." Gerald said. "It isn't for-"

Pheobe elbowed him in the chest. "You do look good, Helga. Are you wearing eyeliner?"

Helga nodded. All of a sudden she started to get a little hot and her knees began to feel like jell-o.

"So much for helping out, Helga." Gerald said sarcastically. "I didn't think you would show up. Again!"

Helga scowled. "Maybe next time you shouldn't assume so quickly. Where is..Arnold anyway?"

Both Gerald and Pheobe looked around.

"Well, he was just with us..." Phoebe trailed off.

"He's been all over tonight. You gotta look for him." Gerald said, wrapping his arm around Pheobe's waist as she giggled from his gesture.

Helga rolled her eyes as she drank what was left of her drink. She looked down at her empty cup. Have I really been drinking that much punch? I don't remember drinking all this...

"I'm going to get more drink? Do you two want anything?"

The two love birds shook thier head and Helga exited the kitchen and made her way to the snack table again. She poured another drink and started drinking again. Sid had wandered over to Helga.

"Damn, you look good, Helga. I like that shirt you're wearing."

Helga looked over to Sid, who was slightly taller than her now. He was clearly staring at her chest.

"Buzz off shit for brains." She said to him.

"I liked that kissed you and Sheena had. Who knew she had a wild side right?"

Helga downed her drink trying to avoided talking to Sid, then reaching for the ladel to pour herself another one. "Yeah yeah. Hey, have you seen Arnold? I got hear a little while ago and haven't seen the football head."

Sid laughed. "I haven't heard you call him that in a long time. So, baby, you got a little nickname for me?"

"Yeah." She narrowed her eyes at him. He either smoked too much pot or took one too many shots because he was messing with the wrong person. "Shit for brains, like I said." She walked away from him.

"Ouch."

She ventured out back to the living room and up the stairs. she must've slipped or something because she was stumbling. She caught herself before making a fool of herself. He vision was getting slightly,well, all over the place. she knew she was getting drunk. She smiled. She liked the feeling. She turned around and headed back down stairs to maybe lighten up a little. Maybe do a little dancing. She saw Lila dancing to some old Ice Cube song form the ninties. Lila had a drink in her hand, and Helga knew she was probably tipsy too. She started dancing with Lila, which surprised her. She didn't hate Lila like how she did in fourth grade, but she didn't really talk to the girl either. She was on the Cheerleading squad with Rhonda. Not really her group of people to hang out with.

Arnold was on the roof, the party had gotten a little crowded for his liking. He had been drinking some punch, which he could tell had been spiked. But today, he didn't care. It was his party and he'd never tasted alcohol before, so why not, he asked himself. He had been drinking the last hour and a half, and he was definatly tipsy, maybe even drunk. He couldn't walk straight, nor could he talk to Pee Pod Kid without slurring. He decieded to head downstairs to see how things were going. He entered the living room to find everyone dancing. He saw Sheena, Lila, and..Helga?!

Arnold froze on the stairs with his mouth open. He saw Helga dancing and laughing with a drink in her hand, the other around Lila's waist. She was beautiful. she was wearing a red shirt that cut down to Arnold's liking and some tight jeans that made her butt look...well, fantastic. Her long blonde hair bounced as she moved her hips along with Lila's. She had two eyebrows and was wearing makeup. He couldn't believe it. Helga had turned into a bombshell!

He suddenly had a bunch of courage. It must've been the alcohol.

He walked down the stairs to Helga, who had her back turned to him. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around. Before she could say anything, he pulled her close by the hip so that thier fronts went into each other.

Helga blushed. "Arnold?!"

He noticed her cheeks went red. He couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or maybe she was nervous. He didn't care.

He began to dance with her, moving his hips to the music, hoping she would start moving too. She did. She turned around so that her butt was touching him and she began to move her body down. Helga took Arnold's only free hand and moved it up and down her side. His breathing turned heavy, Helga could feel it on the back of her neck. Helga bent down, and turned her head around, giving him a coy smile and a great veiw of her butt.

Arnold's mind imediately went to dirty thoughts.

Ice Cube's song ended and turned to a slower song. They stopped dancing and Arnold rubbed the back of his head.

"Ugh, sorry about that, I-"

Helga grabbed his hand. "Wanna come with me to get another drink? I'm empty." She shook her empty drink

He smiled. "Sure."

Helga guilded him to the table, where the punch was getting low. Helga frowned. This was probably thier last drink. She liked the effects of alcohol. It made her flirty. It made her brave. It gave her balls she didn't have.

Helga grabbed the ladel and pour him and her another drink.

"Do you want to go to the roof so we can talk more privatly?" Arnold asked.

Helga smiled and nodded. She was in heaven.