I couldn't have thought of a better title for the story.
The Return of Jason Chapter 3: What Is Meant to Be VS. What Isn't
Arnold, Gerald, Helga, Jason, Phoebe, Lila, Rhonda, Sid and Stinky all walked to the movie theater.
Arnold couldn't even figure out what came over him. Why did he feel this sudden urge to punch Jason in the face, not caring that he was older than him? Big whoop. Arnold was more muscular. It didn't make sense to him. So they were dating. Five years ago, they went out on one date and Helga ended up dumping him.
It was just a date and nothing more. It wasn't SUPPOSED to be anything more. Arnold was waging in inner battle within himself. 'Of course Helga is going to start eyeing other boys, but it would just be a simple date and then break it off.' He thought. No skin off his back.
Though seeing in front of his very own eyes, the girl who had his deepest desires was hand in hand with another boy. An OLDER boy!
They reached the movie theater then, and walked up to the ticket booth.
The teenager rubbed his nose and spoke into the microphone inside the box. "What film would you like?" He asked with a squeaky high voice.
Jason stepped forward with the money. "Yes, one adult and eight teens for- What do you guys wanna see?" He turned to the gang.
"You're in the Matrix, Charlie Brown? Eating Nemo? Look Who's Oinking, Look Who's Oinking!" The kids shouted over and over.
"I was ever so looking forward to seeing The First Song." Lila said.
Helga's eyes widened as she placed her hands on her hips. "Oh, no, Little Miss Perfect. There is no way I'm seeing some cheesy, romantic comedy crap movie. I get enough of that from Olga." She waved dismissively.
"Well, then let's see Shriek 4." Arnold said. "Lila, you and Rhonda can go see The First Song in the other theater."
"Great idea, Arnold." Rhonda said, walking up towards Harold. "Come along, Harold. We don't wanna be late." She smiled giddily, pulling his arm.
"Huh? No, let me go. LET ME GO!" Harold shouted, trying to escape the grasp of Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. But the others just went along with their movie. "He'll be fine." Gerald shrugged.
Helga sat next to Jason who sat one seat behind Phoebe and Gerald and Sid and Stinky were in the upper wing shooting spitballs at everyone. Arnold sat right behind Jason and Helga so he could see everything.
Jason placed an arm around Helga's back, forcing her to face him. "Helga, that Hayden Panettiere is cuter than anything I've ever seen before. I think she looks a little like you." Jason flirted with her, twisting a strand of her hair around his finger.
Helga popped out the red sucker from in her mouth and had that gleam in her eyes. "Mmm... who loves ya, baby?" She growled as she licked her lollipop, smacking her lips as she did so.
Jason got even closer to her as he raised one of his brows. "How about a little... interrogation?" He asked flirtatiously.
"Okay," Helga said as she stuck the half eaten lollipop on the bottom of her seat. "You have the right to remain adorable. Anything you say can and will be used in the court of making out. If you cannot afford a kissing attorney-Mmm! Mmm..." She blinked before she could muster up enough sense to kiss him back. She wrapped her arms around his torso while he was burying his fingers in her hair.
The two held each other closely, not noticing that Arnold was steaming. 'How DARE this happen!' Helga's MINE... Okay, not mine, technically, but she's still my best friend and I care about her. No! I won't let this happen.' He had to figure out some way to stop this. He leaned forward in his chair, putting on his best acting voice.
He tapped the other blonde's shoulder. "Helga, look, there's a ghost in the house!" Arnold exclaimed, pointing at the screen and hoping it would get her attention.
Well, it worked. Helga broke herself off of Jason and saw the screen with a blank stare on her face. "That's nice; can you play with it for half an hour?" She asked, turning back around to kiss Jason.
Arnold got another idea as he grabbed the tub of popcorn. "Popcorn Fight!" He yelled, throwing puffy projectiles at Helga and Jason.
"Ah, what the heck, Football Head?" Helga hissed, trying not to disturb the other people in the audience.
"Hey, shut up! We wanna see the movie!" The audience kept shouting towards Arnold.
He threw the tub of popcorn out of his sight and sunk low in his chair. He noticed Gerald staring at him, shaking his head. Arnold sighed and turned away from his best friend to look at Jason feeding Helga some of the popcorn that landed on each other. He held up his head with a free hand, leaning against the armrest. It was his and Helga's little tradition for him to feed her food and she'd take it. He found it adorable the way she chewed and opened her mouth to another helping. He fed her like a princess.
Not anymore.
After the movie was finally over, Arnold decided it was time to talk some sense into that Helga. He made his way over to the entrance where he saw her and Jason about to kiss yet another time. All this lip locking was driving him nuts.
He was driving him nuts at the same time Helga was. He hastily grabbed Helga's arm. "Uh, Helga, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Helga let go of Jason and walked over to Arnold, feeling a little uneasy. "Uh, sure." She replied.
"Helga, aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?" Jason charmed her, grinning flirtatiously.
"Just a minute, Jason, Arnold needs me for a sec." She said.
'That's right, Jason. I need her, so shove off!' Arnold thought dangerously to himself.
It wasn't until they reached a far corner of the movie lobby that Helga spoke first. "Okay, Football Head, what was with the caveman treatment back there? One minute Jason, who by the way, is one of the cutest hunks I've ever laid my eyes on, is kissing me goodnight, the next you're dragging me down the street. Crimeny, what's up with that?" Helga asked, crossing her arms.
Arnold knew he would have to explain things to her sooner or later, but he honestly did not know what to say. 'I don't like Jason? You could honestly try better, like say me?' Arnold looked down at Helga and saw the curiosity in her blue eyes. It was a moment of dread for him because he didn't know why Helga's attention towards Jason bothered him. He sighed, wanting to brush the stray hair out of her eyes, wanting to stroke his thumb across her soft cheek.
Quickly Arnold pulled back, trying to get his thoughts under control and not wanting to feel anything than friendship towards the one person he adored. "I'm sorry, Helgz," He started, calling her by her nickname. "It's just that... When did THIS," He gestured between Jason and Helga then back again. "... happen?" He asked, practically raising his voice at her.
Helga looked around, trying to see the gesture Arnold made. "When did what happen, Arnold?" She asked confused.
'You know darn well what.' He got so close to yelling at her. He could strangle her right then and now, shaking her violently before grabbing the collar of her shirt and bringing his lips to meet her own. "Helga?" He asked, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently, waiting for her to answer. 'This. Better be. Good.'
She knew who he was talking about. Helga looked down and studied the ground, scuffing her foot against the tile floor like a toddler in trouble with their parents. "Well... me and Jason kinda, sorta ran into each other at Rhonda's party." She explained. "I say some things, he says some things then the next minute I knew, we were both making out like strangers in the night." She said sheepishly. 'Was it just me or did he sound a bit... jealous?'
"Helga, he's like three years older than you!" He barked at her.
"Doi, Football Head. You think I don't know that?" She asked with sarcasm growing on her voice. "And besides aren't you the one who's always telling me to choose the one you know would treat you the way you deserve and act like you deserve everything?" She asked. "Well, that's what Jason did for me." She said with a grin. 'And that's all anyone other than you can do for me.' She thought fighting back tears.
"Right, I DID say that, didn't I?" He asked, calming his voice down. He said it with a sad tone, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Yeah, you did." She looked down with a frown on her face.
Arnold placed a hand on her shoulder. "Helga, I'm sorry I acted kinda weird back there. I guess it caught me by surprise. I thought that you would've told me about this. I-I-I mean, we are best friends, right?" He stammered. He just couldn't tell her he was so infuriated that he asked her out before he could - no matter how much he wanted to strangle both Jason and Helga.
"Aw, it's cool, Football Head." She shrugged. "I just needed some thinkin' to do I guess after that night." She explained.
Arnold got tired of this cat and mouse/wild goose chase game with Helga He wanted more information and he wanted it now. He stepped closer to Helga, towering over her and glared at her suspiciously. "Helga," He started. "What happened back there?"
Helga began to think back three nights ago about the events that happened outside the party.
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She smiled dreamily, wondering what could possibly ruin this sensational moment. She felt the sweet warm lips and his warm hands holding her close.
Helga let out a sharp moan as Jason was laying sweet, wet butterfly kisses along down her neck. "J'taime, Helga." Jason whispered.
"What happened to... just friends?" She asked, parting in between kisses.
"It's just that... the thought of you disappearing five years ago broke me in half and the thought of breaking my heart would nearly kill me again." He explained.
His words made Helga shiver and feel ashamed. "I'm sorry." She said, kissing him sweetly.
"No, no. Don't you dare be sorry. It's okay." He rubbed her cheek.
"Oh," She simply said as he stopped kissing her for a second. "Okay." She said as he resumed his previous actions of kissing her along down her neck. The tiny hairs on the side of his face tickled her neck.
"I was just checking." She said. Jason separated himself from Helga and held her much more closer to him. He grabbed her by the tie. "Now, on a different subject, kiss me hard." He growled passionately, lowering her down to the softness of the seats and placing little kisses across her face.
Helga nearly forgot about her job as a mixologist and how Rhonda would be looking for her. She couldn't bear the thought of Princess docking her pay by only a mere cent and she really needed the money. "You know, I'm not getting fired." She warned him, muffled by his incoming lips.
"I don't-" Kiss. "-care." He said, trying to kiss Helga harder to make her shut up.
"Mmm..." Helga moaned before getting lost in his lips again.
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"Helga!" Arnold snapped, breaking her train of thought. "Well?"
Helga paused for a moment before coming up with an answer. "I was weak."
She was weak? Oh, please. Anyway, that's it for Chapter Tres. I'm sorry it took so long to update. I've been really busy in school this week studying for STARR, but by all means review!
