Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Alter ego"

In the last chapter: After accidentally breaking Madame Blanche's window, the gypsy whispered some words in Arnold's ear he didn't understand. It seemed as if he escaped with just that, but he started acting weird around Helga right after that happened. No one has become aware of what was going on in Arnold's head, not even Arnold himself, but after declaring to Helga that things between was going to change, Helga may have to consider how her life will change with this new Arnold around.

Author's 1st note: In this chapter I am introducing an OC character! I figured Arnold should have some competition of some sort, because Dark Arnold gets even darker when faced with competition xD

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]

Chapter 2: "I should do what he says"

Helga's leg kept bouncing even though Gerald, who was sitting behind her, had already begged her to stop it. The sound from her shoe repeatedly stepping on the ground was starting to make a small earthquake, but she had ignored him. She was trying to listen to the teacher, but every time the woman had said a sentence, Helga lost track of the subject. She tried to write in her notebook, but all she managed to do was some doodles she wasn't sure belonged in her brain nor in her notebook. She dared to sneak a glance in the direction of the person occupying her thoughts. The blonde, wide-headed boy was listening intensely to the teacher, occasionally scribbling notes down like the goody-two-shoes that he was… or was supposed to be.

Helga could still feel the heat from Arnold's breath when he had leaned against her, forcing her against the wall. He was so close she could have leaned in and kissed him if she wanted to… Helga shook her head violently, forcing her thoughts back to the classroom. She didn't notice, but Arnold looked towards her right then. He titled his head to the side as he watched her bang her head against the table. Is Helga having trouble with the subject…? He wondered and looked down on his own neatly organized notes. Maybe I'll offer her my notes after class… He thought with a smile and scribbled down something more, feeling encouraged suddenly.

Less than a couple of minutes later, the bell rang and every student in the room started packing, ignoring the teacher's last words. Helga leaned back on her chair, deciding to be slow in getting out of the room. Arnold looked at her and then back at his notes. I'm just offering her my notes out of kindness… There's nothing wrong with that. He reminded himself and stood up, about to walk towards Helga, but Phoebe beat him to it and he sat down again. Why is Helga so unapproachable?! he thought with a sigh and waited for Phoebe to leave.

The girls whispered for a moment, Helga clearly angry or confused about something and Phoebe trying to calm her down. "Go to lunch, Phoebe. I'll buy something somewhere else." Helga said and Phoebe nodded. "See you!" she said before she walked away, shooting a smile in Gerald's direction.

Helga smiled and shook her head at the sight. They really should get together already. She thought and saw something approach her in her peripheral vision. When she looked up, she saw Arnold's usual smile and it almost surprised her. "Uh, hi, Helga. Um… I was just thinking… were you having problems today…?" he asked and she frowned at him. "Problems?" she asked and looked at the notebook in his hands.

"Well, you just seemed… unfocused, so I was wondering if you would like to borrow my notes?" Arnold asked tentatively and held the notebook out for her. Helga blinked a couple of times, the offer processing a little slowly in her mind. "Uh… thank you, Arnold." She said and took the book, making sure to graze his fingers when she did like usual. "I admit my notes are less than ideal."

"Can I ask what was bothering you?"

"I don't know, can you?" Helga retorted as she put Arnold's notebook into her bag. He shot her a slanted look at the correction. "May I ask what is bothering you?" he improved, but noticed that she didn't seem too keen on answering. "Yeah, like you don't know." She said and stood up from her desk. He looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean? I really don't know; that's why I'm asking…"

Helga shot him a look of disbelief. Is he fucking with me…? She wondered, but just shook her head. "Fine. Have it your way. Play your odd little game. See if I care." She said, swung her bag over her shoulder and left Arnold in the class. What game? He thought and walked to his own desk. Helga is acting really weird…

Once they had eaten lunch, Arnold and some of the other boys decided to go to the schoolyard and enjoy the warm weather for as long as it lasted. The boys were sitting on one of the hopper table, talking about some new game that would be released soon, but Arnold couldn't help but keep thinking about Helga. Maybe she really thought I was flirting with her… Is that what she means by a game? But I didn't do anything! At least I don't think so… He thought and scrunched his face. He put his hand on his head, attempting to massage his small headache away. It had been there since yesterday, but it was small enough to ignore as long as he thought about other things.

"Who is that?" Sid asked with a frown and the boys looked in the same direction as he did. Arnold turned his head as well towards the school gate and saw an unfamiliar face. A boy, probably around their own age, was looking around the schoolyard. He was tall and had bronze skin. His hair was a vibrant hue of copper, which brought out the texture of each curl on his head. He was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a tight, long-sleeved, white t-shirt that did little to nothing hiding the muscles on his torso. The boys weren't close enough to him to notice, but he also had very full lips and stubbles around his mouth and on his jaw. It was those kind of stubbles that looked like he had forgotten to shave that very morning, but were obviously there to be seen and not shaved off.

"The girls have already noticed him." Gerald stated as he watched some of the girls from their class approach the boy. Rhonda, Nadine, Lila, Sheena and Phoebe walked up to him and he smiled a smile so dazzling that his white teeth almost blinded them. Gerald grunted. "Great. The new boy toy." He muttered as he watched Phoebe smile at the boy. She pointed in the boys' direction and the small group arched their backs as the girls approached them with the boy.

"Hi there. My name is Luka. I'm going to start in your class from tomorrow so I thought I'd come by and check things out." The boy said and some of the boys frowned, but Arnold just smiled at him. "Welcome to, I'm sure you'll feel at home here soon." He said and offered his hand. Luka took it with an appreciative smile, obviously aware of the mixed emotions in the other boys' eyes, but trying to ignore it. He was probably used to it, Arnold figured.

"We were just thinking about showing Luka around the school." Rhonda said dreamily. Arnold heard Curly grunt behind him and he put a firm hand on the boy's shoulder. "Down, boy." He whispered, but Curly just grunted once more before going quiet. "That sounds good." Luka said with a smile. "Have I met everyone in the class now?"

"No, Helga is not here." Phoebe answered with her usual smile, obviously not as infatuated with the boy's beauty as the other girls were, though Gerald couldn't see that. "Helga? Where is she? Is she sick?" Luka asked, but Nadine shook her head. "No, she's not sick. I think she went to lunch on her own." She explained.

"Is she unpopular?" Luka asked with a frown and Rhonda snorted. "She's not popular." She insisted. "But not un either." Sheena stated with a scowl in Rhonda's direction. "You could say that she is her own person."

"Aren't we all?"

"Sure, but Helga is one of a kind." Gerald said with a snicker and the rest of the boys laughed as well, all except for Arnold who agreed, but was still wondering if something was wrong with said girl. "She should be back soon…" Phoebe said and looked towards the gate. "Oh, there she is!"

Luka, along with others in the group, looked towards the school gate where Helga had just appeared. Luka's eyes widened. "Whoa…" he stated and Arnold looked at him with a frown. Whoa? Whoa what? Whoa Helga? He wondered and saw a smile spread on Luka's face. "That's Helga?" he asked and Rhonda frowned. "Yeah, that would be our very own tomboy."

It was obvious that Rhonda was trying to get Luka's attention, but it wasn't working. "So, want us to show you around, Luka?" Rhonda asked and put her hand on his arm. "Uh, maybe later. I think I should go and say hello to Helga first. I should introduce myself to everyone, right?" Luka said and was about to walk towards Helga, but Rhonda grabbed his arm. "I wouldn't do that! She has a bit of an attitude. I don't think she'd welcome you."

"An attitude?" Luka asked and looked towards Helga and he would gladly admit that she looked like she was in a sour mood. Somehow, that didn't change his mind though. "I should still say hello." He insisted, pulled his arm out of Rhonda's grasp and continued his walk towards her. The girls and the boys left back stared at Luka as he approached Helga. Arnold had a frown on his face.

Helga was currently looking at her phone, wondering how much time she had left before the next class. She didn't want to risk bumping into Arnold again, she really wasn't in the mood. On the asphalt beneath the phone, she saw a pair of legs. "Hi." She heard a voice say and she looked up. A young man was standing in front of her. She blinked, waiting for him to state his business. He continued to smile as he offered her his hand. "I'm Luka."

"And I'm confused. Why are you talking to me?"

"I'm going to start in your class tomorrow and I figured I should introduce myself." Luka explained, seemingly unfazed by the attitude he was met with. "New student? Oh, right! The one from, uh… Greece, right?" Helga asked and he nodded. "Oh, so you have heard of me." He stated and she quirked an eyebrow. "Heard of you? I heard we'd get a new student, but that's about it."

Luka observed Helga curiously. "You… You have no idea who I am, do you?" he asked. "The new student. What else do I have to know?" Helga asked and Luka snickered. "Nothing." He answered and took her hand. She looked at him in disbelief as he lifted her hand towards his mouth. "Nice to meet you." He continued and was about to kiss her hand.

Helga whipped her hand out of Luka's grip and scowled deeply at him. "Who do you think you are?" she asked in incredulity and walked away from him. The reaction from her classmates was very mixed; while most of the girls were mortified, the boys were practically hollering. "You rock, Helga!" Sid said and whistled. "Way to wipe that smug smile off his face." Harold praised and offered Helga his fist. "What is with the sorry excuse for an Adonis?" she asked as she bumped her fist against Harold's fist.

"How dare you, Helga! Luka is new, we're supposed to make him feel welcome!" Rhonda hissed angrily. "Oh, don't you worry, Rhonda Lloyd." Helga said and grabbed her nose to wiggle it. "I have a feeling that you will make him feel welcome enough for all of us."

"Bitch."

"Skank."

"Whoa, whoa, ladies!" Curly said suavely and stepped between the girls, resting his arms over their shoulders. "There's no need to fight. Helga, I appreciate the help, but I'm sure Rhonda knows who she belongs to." Curly continued, removed his arm from Helga and pinched Rhonda's cheek. Both girls groaned and Rhonda shoved curly away in disgust.

Helga looked in Luka's direction and noticed that he was walking towards them. Oh, brother. She thought and sat down next to Arnold, subconsciously making a statement of belonging to him though she would insist that she didn't belong to anyone. Her heart did though.

"Helga, I'm sorry that I insulted you. I didn't mean to." Luka apologized, his crystal blue eyes almost pleading with her like puppy eyes. The girls were practically swooning at the sight, but Helga was completely unaffected. "I'm not insulted. I'm just not going to join any fan club of yours."

Rhonda's eyes were almost burning holes into the side of Helga's skull, but the blonde girl couldn't care less. "No, I have figured as much. Since you don't know who I am." Luka said casually. He's gotta be joking… Helga thought. "You mean to tell me you have an actual fan club?" she asked. "Helga! I swear, sometimes I'm wondering if you live under a rock!" Rhonda gasped and pulled a magazine out of her bag. She threw it on Helga's lap and the blonde looked at the cover and then back at Luka. "This explains why you expected me to know who you are."

The boys leaned closer to Helga and looked at the cover. "You're a model?!" Gerald asked in disbelief. "Just a hair model." Luka corrected with a shrug and ran his fingers through his hair. "But one of the most famous hair models." Nadine added. Helga hummed, stood up and placed the magazine next to Luka's face. "Very little Photoshop used. Not bad."

Rhonda grabbed her magazine and smacked Helga on the head with it. "Luka doesn't need Photoshop!" she stated. "I never said he did! But every model gets photshopped today no matter how picture perfect they already are." Helga retorted and looked at Luka, noticing that one of his locks was hanging down his forehead. She spread her fingers and ran them through his hair once, successfully forcing the lock back in place.

Helga could hear some gulps and sighs from the girls. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. "I can see why you're a hair model…" Nadine said with a smile. "Yeah, I bet he has a shelf filled with Syoss products." Helga added. "I prefer something more natural."

"Like what?" Rhonda asked in defense of Luka who looked more curious than offended. "I don't know. Like Arnold's, I guess." Helga answered before she could stop herself. She shrugged coolly, hoping that the casual gesture would make her comment seem more innocent. Arnold looked at her in shock. "Mine?" he asked. Helga knew she was treading on thin ice, but she wanted to prove her point anyhow. "Yeah. I bet you jump outta the shower in the morning and do this." she said and flicked her bangs. Gerald, who had stayed over at Arnold's too many times to count, laughed loudly. "That's so true!"

"Your hair is probably also thick enough to have curls in it too." Helga continued, sat down next to Arnold again and combed her fingers through his hair. He was staring at her in shock, his heart starting to beat soundly against his chest. Helga suddenly realized what she was doing though and started to ruffle his hair instead. "But I guess that wouldn't suit a football-shaped head!"

Arnold put his hands on top of Helga's to stop her from ruffling his hair even more. She was sure that she saw the sun reflect in his eyes for a moment before he smirked. "I'm sure curls would suit you too." He said almost mischievously. He moved one of his hands into her hair and wrapped a lock around his finger. Helga shivered at the ticklish feeling of Arnold letting the lock of her hair fall back and his fingers grazing her temple softly. She almost purred; she was completely mesmerized by his eyes.

Gerald, who was sitting right behind Arnold on the table, kicked Arnold discreetly, but firmly. "Ow!" Arnold said and turned to look at Gerald with anger and confusion burning in his dark green eyes. "What are you doing?" Arnold asked. "My words exactly!" Sid interjected, but to Arnold. "Ok, I don't know what that was, but ew." Rhonda said and shivered in disgust.

"Come on, Luka. The girls and I will show you around." Rhonda said and flashed her eyelashes at him. "Oh, sure. You coming, Helga?" Luka asked, thereby stopping Rhonda from pulling him with her. "Naw, I'll stay with the boys." She answered and looked at Phoebe, bopping her head towards Gerald. "I-I'll stay here too." Phoebe said and sat down next to Helga on the bench.

The girls wasted no time before they dragged Luka away and into the school. Helga started laughing hysterically. "What sheep!" she said and made the sound, causing the boys and Phoebe to laugh. "I'm a sheep!" Phoebe declared and put her head on Helga's shoulder. "A drooling sheep…" she continued, causing them to laugh again.

"Looks like you two are the only girls who didn't fall for Luka's charm?" Gerald asked, and Helga saw how obviously happy he was that Phoebe hadn't gone with the other girls. Good thing I got her to stay. She thought and smiled. "We're not blind to his charm, but come on! The way the girls are acting is an embarrassment to women." She said and saw a slightly mischievous look on Phoebe's face. It was almost invisible, but Helga knew her well enough to see it.

Without any warning, Phoebe pushed back on Helga's body and forced the girl to lie down, her head hitting Arnold's lap in the process. "Phoebe!" Helga scolded in shock, but the girl just giggled. "The girls are practically crawling at his feet." she said, lifted her feet and hands and moved them around as if she was crawling. She got the desired laugh from the boys, but most importantly, she had made an excuse for having forced Helga to lie down.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Helga told herself over and over, doing her best not to look up at Arnold and only at Phoebe. She could feel his lap against the back of her head though and she had also felt how he had flinched when she had landed there. After all he has been doing to me, I guess he deserved some punishment. She thought and made no move to sit back up again, not that Phoebe would let her. When did she turn so cunning?

While Phoebe continued to joke with the boys, doing her best to give Arnold and Helga a chance to talk, the blondes instead spend their time doing their best to not look at the other. Arnold loved the feeling of Helga resting on his lap, but he feared he would start loving it too much if he thought too much about it. Helga, on the other hand, liked using Arnold's lap as a pillow as well, but she was still confused about all these different approaches he had made lately. She wasn't sure what they meant just yet.

Helga felt less distracted once the class was about to start again. She had basically been practicing heavily for the last fifteen minutes by resting on Arnold's lap after all. Phoebe had refused to let her go until it was time for class again and the Asian girl did little to nothing to show her dissatisfaction to Helga for not having spoken a word to Arnold through the whole thing. Helga had just frowned at her, poked fun at her for flirting with Gerald and the girl had gone silent. Phoebe wouldn't forget who was the alpha female between the two of them after all.

Helga looked up towards the desk with little interest when the teacher started speaking. "Hello, class. This is Luka, I believe you have all met him already." She said and gestured to Luka who was standing next to her. Met him, judged him, heard how hot he is on a scale from one to thousand… Helga thought sarcastically and smirked at her own joke. "He doesn't officially enter our class until tomorrow, but since he came all this way just to check the school out, I figured we could try and include him in the class already." She continued and smiled at Luka. "This way you also know where to go tomorrow."

Rhonda coughed and lifted her hand into the air. "Yes, Miss Wellington?" the teacher said and Rhonda smiled that sugary smile she only made when she wanted something. "Where is Luka going to sit?" she asked and Helga rolled her eyes. My God. If the teacher seats Luka next to Rhonda, he'll never get to hear what the teacher is saying over Rhonda's flirting. She thought and continued to mindlessly scribble in her notebook. "Well, Miss Wellington. I was thinking that Luka would sit at the empty seat next to Miss Pataki." The teacher answered.

In shock, Helga cracked the pencil in her hand. "N-Next to me?" she asked and noticed that Rhonda was looking at her with pure hatred; not that it was anything new. Helga looked up at the teacher, hoping the woman could see that she was begging her to place him somewhere else. I've changed my mind! Place him next to Rhonda, please! I'm begging you! She thought, but the teacher either didn't catch on or didn't care. "It's the only place that's empty. Please take a seat, Mr. Mikos." The teacher said and Luka walked towards Helga.

This sucks, sucks, sucks… Helga thought as Luka sat down next to her. "Pataki?" he questioned curiously. She scowled at him. "Mikos?" she questioned in defense, but he just kept smiling at her. "It's Greek." He explained. "Doi." She retorted and looked in her notebook again. She could feel that he was waiting patiently for her answer though and she sighed. "Hungarian." She muttered and looked at the teacher after she had said what page to turn to in the book.

Helga quickly turned to the page and shoved the book all the way over to Luka when he had attempted to lean closer to her. "You're not gonna participate?" he asked and she shook her head. "I read the chapter last night. I know what she is gonna say already." She explained and pointed in Phoebe's direction with her broken pencil. "I'm not as far in front as Phoebe though." She said and put the broken pencil into her pencil case and pulled out a pen instead. She figured that a pen would be harder to break if she got angry again. The chances for getting angry were big with Luka sitting next to her.

Rather than having looked at Phoebe, Luka had just noticed Helga's pencil. "What happened with your pencil?" he asked. "I accidentally broke it when the teacher said that you would be my neighbor." She explained, still refusing to look at him even though she could see his face to her side. "Stronger than you look…" Luka observed and she turned to frown at him. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked and she shrugged. "You gotta admit that pink clothes and blonde hair gives a different signal."

"Have you never learned not to judge a book by its cover?"

"That's bullshit. The choice of the cover, the same as what we choose to wear, tells us at least a little bit about the story or the personality."

"Don't make me tell you what your looks tells me." Helga said with a warning smirk and looked back into her notebook. "You really hate me, don't you?" Luka asked with a smile. "Don't flatter yourself. I have better things to do than hate someone who has done nothing against me. That doesn't mean I like you though." She answered.

"Well, that was an honest response at least."

"What do you mean?"

"Most people would pretend to like a person, at least when they are confronted. With you, people know for sure whether you like them or hate them. That is, if you like anyone at all?"

"Very few people have that privilege."

"Like who?"

"Phoebe, for example… and Arno - - a-and that's about it!" Helga said, sighing in relief. I need to be more careful. Why does he keep talking to me anyway? I'm pretty sure that my lack of interest is showing. She thought and pulled her denim jacket off. She placed it over the back of her chair and noticed that Luka was staring at her chest. She was about to call him out on it, but he started talking before she did. "Ok, I'm not shocked you have a tattoo, it's more what you have tattooed that is a bit of a surprise."

Helga looked down at her right breast, remembering that she about a month ago had a tattoo made ten centimeters below her clavicular. How come I keep forgetting it's there? Well, it's a good thing that Miriam doesn't remember signing the papers at the tattoo shop either. She thought and looked back at Luka. "What's so wrong with it?" she asked, but he shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with it. I guess, I just don't understand what a pink bow would have of personal meaning to you?" he answered, but something told her that he was also asking her about it. She shrugged casually. "As a child I wore the same pink bow all day every day, but I lost it a month ago. I figured a tattoo would be the next best thing." She answered, frowning at the memory of having thrown the pink bow out in the trash. She had regretted it instantly and then gone to get the tattoo the day after.

"But why on your breast?"

"To give perverts an extra excuse for staring at my breasts. What do you care?!" Helga asked in annoyance and poked Luka's shoulder with her pen. The boy just laughed, but another boy nearby was far from laughing. Arnold finally decided to look away, but his scowl didn't disappear. I thought Helga didn't like him, but why is she talking so casually with him then? He wondered and felt his headache pulsate in the back of his head. He groaned and put his hands on the back of his head, his arms starting to shake.

Helga thought Luka had finally gotten the message and she could be left alone until she felt something poke her back. She turned to scowl at Gerald, but he was pointing worriedly next to her. She quirked an eyebrow and looked at Arnold's desk, noticing that the blonde boy was shivering as he held his head tightly. Helga didn't need to ask Gerald what he wanted of her. She looked towards the teacher, verified that she was turned towards the board and then poked Arnold's shoulder.

Arnold lifted his head from the desk and looked at Helga, who was looking at him worriedly. "Arnold, are you ok?" she asked and her eyes quickly darted towards the teacher, verifying once more that she wasn't looking at them. Arnold panted a bit, he was a little happy that Helga looked so worried, but the headache instantly grew worse and he hissed in pain. The teacher heard him and Helga decided to stand up to approach Arnold. "I think he needs to go to the nurse." She said, not caring how her classmates were looking at her funny due to her concern.

"What's wrong with him?" the teacher asked as Helga tried to get Arnold standing up. "I-I don't know. Gerald?" she asked. "He's been complaining about a headache since yesterday, but I don't think it was this bad until now!" he answered before Arnold stumbled into Helga, causing her to fall into the desk. She managed to steady them both though and she looked stubbornly at the teacher. "I'm taking him to the nurse." She stated, grabbed his legs and lifted him into her arms. The others looked at her in shock; it had been so easy for her to lift him.

"Are you going to be ok on your own, Miss Pataki?" the teacher asked, but Helga just walked past her. "I'll be fine! I'll come back soon." She answered, kicked the door open and walked out into the hall. She heard the door slam behind her, but Arnold breathing on her almost bare chest tickled her and her other senses seemed to fade. Why did I take my jacket off? She wondered, feeling goose bumps spread on her arms as she jogged.

Soon, Helga reached the infirmary and turned her back to the door. She pushed it open with ease and called for the nurse, but the white room was empty. "Typical! The woman probably went home already! I miss Shelley." Helga said and placed Arnold on the bed. She looked around, bouncing impatiently. What to do? What to do? She wondered and noticed a cloth lying on a shelf. She shrugged, grabbed the cloth and went to the sink. She adjusted the water to cold, but not freezing and wetted the cloth, her eyes darting back to Arnold every third second.

"Arnold, I'm putting a wet cloth on your forehead." Helga said, turned the water off and walked over to him. He was sitting up, not saying a word and his eyes were closed. "I'm putting it on now." She warned and did so. Arnold hissed at the cold water and his hand went around her wrist, holding the cloth closely to his forehead. She blushed slightly at the touch, but ignored her beating heart. "D-Does it feel any better?" she asked and looked around. "She must have some painkillers around, right?"

Helga was about to walk towards a cabinet, but Arnold grabbed her other hand and forced her back in front of him. She almost stumbled into him, but her knee against the bed stopped her from that. "No… stay." He begged and opened his eyes. She stopped breathing at the sight of them; they were flickering between dark and light green, almost twirling around as if trying to hypnotize her. "I thought you… didn't like Luka…?" Arnold asked in a tired voice and touched Helga's cheek with the hand he had used to hold the cloth.

Helga's hand on the cloth tensed at the tender touch, her eyes blinking rapidly. She wanted to pull away in embarrassment at the proximity, but the way Arnold was gazing at her made her stay. "I… I-I don't." she answered as his hand traveled to her neck and caressed it. "Then why did you… look so happy while talking with him?" he asked as his hands went to her waist, his fingers tightening his grip and almost tickling her. "D-Did not!" she insisted. "I was trying to get him to stop talking - - "

"Liar." Arnold interrupted and pulled Helga down on the bed with him. She landed on top of him, her hands planted on each side of his head. Helga's heart almost hurt at how hard it was beating, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. His eyes still looked crazy, switching between the usual color and this new bright one. What's happening with him? She wondered, but forgot that thought when he caressed her cheek again and pulled her head closer to his.

"Please don't… smile at him. Let only me see you so happy… please." Arnold whispered against Helga's lips. Her eyes widened a bit, but they went half-lidded again almost instantly. "Are you… jealous?" she asked in confusion and he nodded. "Incredibly… jealous… of everything that comes near you." He answered before hugging her so tightly that he almost squeezed the lift out of her. "I can hear… a little voice inside my head…" He continued and Helga felt her heart speed up. "Telling me… I should do what he says… and he's jealous."

Author's 2nd note: Mean place to stop, I know. I was really unsure what to end this with. I was considering a kiss, but… I have other ideas for a possible first kiss too so I'm leaving that for later! *Evil laugh*

I have a reference picture for Luka, his picture is actually a hair model xD You can ask to see the picture in a message at my deviantArt or my YouTube account, there are links for both on my profile :3