AN: 2nd chapter of the revised and edited version :) Our internet was down yesterday because some stupid person dug up the cables and caused our whole neighbourhood to have no internet. We only just got it back this morning so with all that free time, I worked on the third chapter as well.
AN: Here's the next chapter. Thank you for those who reviewed. I was a bit uncertain about this fic because it's my first Hey Arnold one but you guys seem to like it so I guess I'm doing alright then J
"Hey babe," greeted Gerald as he placed his arm around his girlfriend. They had decided to meet up at the café Oskar and Suzie had established next to Gerald Field. The couple had opened the café up about three years ago when Oskar had finally gotten his act together after Suzie had threatened him with divorce papers.
As the gang grew older, the girls would hang out more at the cafe and watch the boys play football or baseball. Then when the boys would finish their game, they would meet the girls at the cafe and hang out. Helga would occasionally still play baseball with the boys but since the boys and grown a lot, she stopped playing football with them. Today Phoebe and Gerald had decided to hang out at the cafe after school while waiting for their best friends to finish detention.
"Do you think those two will ever admit their feelings and get together?" Asked Phoebe as they took a seat at their usual window booth. The café had a 1950's feel to it with retro red coloured booths and a juke box. The tiles were black and white and many of the waitresses wore roller skates. Gerald took a seat next to Phoebe knowing that Arnold and Helga would sit on the other side.
"Arnold and Helga? Who knows? Those two are impossible sometimes." Replied Gerald looking at the menu. Even though he already knew what he was going to order, he liked looking at the menu.
"Well, didn't they share a kiss in San Lorenzo?" Asked Phoebe as she indicated to a nearby waiter that they were ready to order.
"Yeah but they pretended since then, that it never happened." Gerald replied. He knew it was probably partly his fault since he had walked in on them kissing in the ditch they had fallen in during San Lorenzo.
Gerald looked up at the waiter that was now standing at the table. "Hey man, I'll have a mocha chiller, Phoebs will have an ice tea, and Arnold and Helga are running late so just get their usual." Gerald ordered as he placed the menu down.
"Sure thing." replied the waiter who happened to be none other than Eugene. He was wearing a cream yellow uniform with a red bow tie and a paper ice-cream parlour hat. "So that's one mocha chiller and one ice tea for the two of you, and one vanilla thick shake and one cherry cola float for Helga and Arnold." He repeated the order then walked off to the counter. He knew their orders like the back of his hand but he always repeated just to be sure. Eugene was still lanky and had orange hair. He was the only one out of the wait staff that wasn't wearing roller skates, for obvious reasons.
"Speak of the devil." Gerald sniggered as he saw Helga and Arnold walk into the cafe. He waved at them. Arnold greeted him with a nod of his head and walked over to the table with Helga following behind him.
"What on earth happened to the two of you?" Asked Phoebe looking a little stunned at their dripping wet hair.
"We sort of had an argument and it ended with a water fight while we were mopping the gym floor." Replied Arnold casually as he took a seat on the window side of the booth across from Phoebe. Helga sat next to him
"Hey, you didn't have to be there. You didn't have to go to detention." Snapped Helga as she wringed her wet hair onto the floor.
"Not my fault you couldn't handle a little joke." Retorted Arnold as he casually leaned against the window and placed his arm on the back of the booth. It almost looked like he was trying to drape his arm around Helga's shoulders. Gerald and Phoebe rolled their eyes.
"Here you go guys," Eugene said as he placed everyone's drinks on the table.
"Thank Eugene." Arnold said as he took his cherry cola float. He took his wallet out and passed Eugene some money to pay for his and Helga's drinks. Only Phoebe and Gerald had noticed that since, they had been hanging out together that Arnold would often pay for Helga. Arnold gave Helga the cherry that sat on top of his drink. He knew Helga liked cherries and out of habit would give her the cherry. Phoebe thought it was cute but would never say anything.
Eugene then proceeded to walk off but slipped on the puddle, Helga's hair had made. The guys turned to look at Eugene but then shrugged and went back to their conversation.
"I'm okay." He said weakly as he slowly got up. Eugene hurting himself was a normal occurrence so nobody noticed him.
"So did you both still qualify for the dance competition?" Asked Phoebe before taking a sip of her ice tea.
"Of course. Principal knows we are the best ball room dancers and wants that trophy. He isn't going to let a silly prank stop him." Smirked Helga as she twirled her straw in her thick shake. "Although, now we're stuck together because we're apparently the best dancers during try outs."
"Don't deny it. You like being partnered with me." Teased Arnold with a sly grin.
"Agh! Football head! You are such a dweeb." Growled Helga giving him a small punch in the arm, not enough to hurt him.
"That's not what all the girls at school think. They all think I'm a hunk." Replied Arnold smirking then grabbing Helga's shake.
"Hey! Get your own bucko!" Yelled Helga as she grabbed Arnold's cherry float and took a sip out of the straw.
Phoebe sighed at the sight before her as Gerald rolled his eyes again. The scene was a normal occurrence at the cafe. Helga would end up drinking Arnold's drink and vice versa. They would end up sharing straws without realising it. Phoebe and Gerald wouldn't bring that fact up though because they knew if they did they would have to endure more of the blondes' petty arguing.
"So Helga, are you coming with us tonight to the cheese festival?" Asked Phoebe hoping to change the subject.
"Nah, it's the same every year. It never changes." Replied Helga mixing the ice-cream into the soda with one hand and her head leaning into the other.
"You can't leave me by myself with these two. I am not being the third wheel to their little date or waiting for them at the Tunnel of Love for that matter." Complained Arnold as he snatched his drink off Helga causing her to quickly sit up.
"Why don't you take Rhonda with you then?" Retorted Helga before she grabbed her original drink and took a sip.
"Just because I nearly had a fling with her...my drink was spiked…" Arnold argued angrily and thus started a yelling match with Helga.
Rhonda had a party last year and had led Arnold to her room and onto her bed. He had, had a bit to drink and Rhonda started kissing his neck. She never really liked Arnold that way but she wanted the status as queen bee to increase and she figured sleeping with the most popular guy in high school was the way to go. Just as she placed her hand at his crotch, Helga walked into the room looking for the bathroom. Helga scowled, slammed the door and ran out. Arnold coming to his senses and realising what was going on, ran after her leaving Rhonda alone in her room. Arnold apologised nonstop for a week afterwards to Helga but Helga said it wasn't her business what he did with the high school slut.
"Can these two ever just have a civil conversation?" Sighed Phoebe as the two argued. She placed her hand near her face in shame as many of the customers in the café turned their heads to watch the two blondes argue.
"Apparently not." Gerald sighed as well watching the two argue more.
The boys waited in the lounge room at Phoebe's place as the girls got ready to go to the cheese festival. Phoebe had managed to convinced Helga to come along so that Arnold didn't feel like the third wheel. She hesitantly agreed saying it was only because she was her best friend and had nothing to do with Arnold being there.
Helga was now living with Phoebe since Bob and Miriam were on sailing around the world semi-retired. Bob had won $600,000 on a lottery ticket and bought a yacht. They had decided to leave Helga by herself, their excuse was that she needed to finish school, but would send her money every now and then. Olga was still in Alaska and would visit Helga now and again as well but Helga was pretty much on her own now. Helga didn't mind, she was glad she got to move in with Phoebe and her family. As the girls were getting ready, Arnold and Gerald sat around talking.
"So Helga's birthday is coming up next week. Phoebe is thinking of throwing her a party, she's going to invite the gang minus Rhonda of course." Commented Gerald as he took a seat on the dark couch.
"Oh. Cool." Was Arnold's reply as he took a seat on the leather recliner.
"Man, is that all you can say? Geez." Replied Gerald with his arms spread out on the couch and his foot resting on his other knee.
"What's more for me to say?" Asked Arnold shrugging.
"How 'bout what you're gonna buy her? Are you actually gonna ask her out?"
"Why would I wanna ask Helga out? We hate each other." Arnold lied. Gerald looked at him as if he was stupid.
"Seriously man, you don't need to pretend with me. I'm your best friend. I know you're diggin' her." Gerald leaned forward and continued. "And besides, she's waiting for you to make the first move. She may be an independent girl that can hold her own in a fist fight, but when it comes to you, man, she goes as weak and mushy as a strawberry jelly cup on a hot summer's day."
Arnold rolled his eyes at his best friend's metaphor but before he could say anything though, the girls walked in. Phoebe had changed into blue fitted t-shirt and a mini black skirt. She wore black ankle 3 inch heel boots with black stockings. It was a chilly night so she wore a black leather jacket to match and had her hair in a high ponytail.
Helga was wearing a pink one shoulder strap top and skinny jeans. She had a white jacket on and pink wedges. Her hair was down and had naturally curled at the ends.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, you ladies are lookin' fine." Gerald complimented as stood up and put his arm around Phoebe. Phoebe smiled.
"Thanks Geraldo. You guys don't look too shabby either." Replied Helga as she grabbed her white purse that was sitting on the coffee table.
Arnold was still wearing his faded jeans and black shirt but was wearing a brown leather jacket. Gerald was wearing jeans and a dark red long sleeved button shirt. Arnold stood up and eyed Helga over. He had to agree with Gerald, the girls did look hot but he wasn't going to admit that out loud.
"Let's go then guys." Helga said ignoring the fact that she had noticed Arnold had looked her over. In her head she secretly smiled as she headed for the front door.
AN: So I'm going to continue to add andedit the rest of the fic and I've pretty much started over and deleted all the chapters. Sorry but I assure you that they are longer and better