HOLA EVERYONE!

Due to popular demand and recent inspiration... I have decided to pick back up on this fic and write a full length tale of gripping adventure and love blossoming between Arnold and Helga.

And I'm really stoked about it.

So after much waiting... HERE WE ARE! Chapter 3 of 'Spanish 2 Was All for You'!

Make sure you review!

xoxo

Polkahotness

ps- it may be short, but don't fret; there is so much more to come!


Christmas break was a drag.

I spent most of it sulking around the house while Miriam took advantage of the wine we had at dinner for Christmas and when New Years rolled around- she took advantage of the champagne there too.

Bob didn't do much else besides what he normally does- forget my name, watch tv and talk about Cellphones.

And Olga, my dear sweet perfect sister Olga, stopped home for the holidays which, of course, was just a blast.

So needless to say, when Arnold added me on Skype on New Years Day exactly- I was pretty thrilled.

But of course, I didn't CALL him.

Nah, I just sat and stared at his name as it stared back at me from the screen. Sure I WANTED to call him, but he himself even said that he doesn't get very good reception out in San Lorenzo. Makes sense I guess- I wouldn't expect the Jungle to have wifi.

But each day I logged on in hopes he would call me. He had added me after all, not the other way around, which meant some part of him wanted to 'see' me again, even if it was just through a computer. And he had even asked me to talk again so I'm sure it was only a matter of time.

A matter of time, I said. More like a matter of a month.

I waited for a month straight, logging onto my Skype with the inflated sense of hope I'd been dragging around since Arnold had left in search of his parents in San Lorenzo.

When February 14th, Valentine's Day of course, showed it's ugly head- my ugly head just about spun off my neck when I saw Arnold's name flash across the screen of my pink Laptop.

My mouse shaking hovered over the accept call button before, on a whim, I clicked on it to open a window that showed me the most handsome and beautiful face in the world.

My football-headed love god.

"Helga? Helga! I've been waiting to call you!" He exclaimed, a wide grin on his face, and I looked back at him skeptically.

"Oh really, now? Well what took you so long?" I asked, raising a brow as I leaned back in my rolly office desk chair and crossed my arms.

"Kinda hard to find a signal in the middle of the jungle." He retorted, an equally amused expression on his face. "But I've also been gone for a while following the map in my Dad's journal."

"So how's it all going? I mean, not like I CARE and all but since you ARE calling ME instead of somebody like Geraldo, I might as well hear what you have to say." A sly smile grew on my lips and Arnold laughed.

"Always the same Helga."

"What did you expect, football-head? You'd just run off to the amazon and I'd change all my ways and resort to being some girly girl hooligan with MANNERS and CLASS? Sheesh, you getting enough water down there or are you hallucinating?"

He laughed again, and my heart fluttered.

It'd been forever since I'd heard his laugh. It was like music to my ears; a long forgotten tune I'd been dying to hear.

"Yeah, yeah, I've been getting enough water." He studied the screen for a while, and I was happy to see either the signal was strong or he had gotten a new webcam because the picture was clear and I could see him as if he were right in front of me and not thousands of miles away. "You look...you look great, Helga."

I rolled my eyes. "Suck up."

"No I'm serious, Helga. You look... a lot different from the last time I've seen you."

So maybe that was true.

Maybe I let Olga pluck my eyebrow into shapely arches this passed holiday break and maybe I had on some mascara and braided my hair.

Maybe I WAS wearing a form fitting tank that hugged my curves more than I'd ever really shown anyone before.

So I guess he was right on that one. But I played dumb.

"Well thanks for the gesture, but it's really just the same old me."

"It's nice to talk to someone from home." His smile was dropping; he looked sad.

"Is it... is it going okay over there?" I asked hesitantly, afraid the answer would be less than good.

But he perked up and that familiar smile I had come to know, love and dream about flitted over his face once more.

"No, actually it's going great." He was nodding his head, excited to explain. "We found my parents' plane."

"Really? That's, that's great! Are you close then?"

Arnold shrugged his shoulders. "I hope, but Eduardo thinks it will be harder than just that. See their plane crashed."

"Oh..."

"No, no, it's okay. They weren't in the plane. Which means they survived."

I smiled. "So where did they go?" I asked, but he shook his head in distress.

"We're not sure. Since the plane clearly crashed on their way here, the site of the plane is as old as we are, so all the footprints and things to track are long gone. We've had a few tips from local villages, but nothing solid to go off of."

"And that tribe you always talked about? The...the-"

"The Green Eyes. That's what Eduardo and I are trying to get more information on. Since their city is hidden, we think maybe-"

"The Green Eyes helped them and they are with them?"

His eyes lit up briefly, "It's a theory. But its hopeful."

"You look hopeful."

"I am."

I found myself staring at his picture in front of me. How could this be real? It couldn't be, could it?

Afterall, why would Arnold choose to waste his internet time with talking to.

And then my mouth decided to talk before my brain could tell it to shut the hell up.

"What's with you calling me anyway?" I blurted out without thought, "I mean, why me? Why not your grandparents or Tall Hair Boy or something?"

Arnold's face turned a light shade of red, and he looked away from the camera for a moment in thought.

"Well, I've been thinking a lot about our conversation. The one in Spanish class on the webcam."

"Oh?" I asked with interest. "Why's that?"

"You just... there's something about talking to you when nobody else is around." He thought again for a moment, choosing his words carefully before looking up to make eye contact with me through the camera as best he could. "It's... it's nice."

"Nice? Hah. You're a real piece of work there, Arnoldo."

"And I missed that. Your names and all." He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I just really miss home."

He leaned back in his own chair and took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. "It's really beautiful out here."

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I bet it's a lot warmer too. February has been freakishly cold this year."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. You should here Harold complain in Spanish. First day back today and he's already blubbering about the draft in the window. 'I don't wanna sit here, there's a draaaaaaft.'" I did my best impression of Fat Boy and Arnold chuckled at it's accuracy- afterall -I was known for my skill at impersonating.

"Sounds like Harold. Semester must have just restarted?" He asked and I smirked.

"Oh you bet. And Senora Mirado is already on my case."

"That's because you don't like Spanish and you refuse to actually try in her class."

I rolled my eyes. "Right, because I'd be SO good at it."

"Well why not? You're excellent with the english language, it's just some more words. Think of it that way."

He didn't know just how much I sucked at Spanish, clearly.

I was almost failing, and it was the start of the new semester.

"Arnold, I somehow squeaked by last semester with a D, WHAT makes you think I'm going to magically get an A this semester?"

"Because I'm going to tudor you."

I laughed. "Like YOU have endless time to tudor me."

He smiled. "Our hut is located really close to a town, and that town has pretty decent wifi nearby that we've set up."

"You're not in the jungle?"

He shook his head. "Not right now. We're planning our next mission and the route we want to take. There's a lot of planning that goes into trying to find my parents, seeing as it's really dangerous when you start having to deal with the other villages and the animals that hang out where we set up camp. But that won't be for a couple of months yet, so when I'm not working on that stuff... I get really bored."

"Bored? Really, now? And you want to spend your boredom talking to lil ole me?" I asked, batting my eyelashes obnoxiously.

"Might as well help you pass your class seeing as I WAS the best student." A smile played on his lips. "And besides, I need to get better at my Spanish anyway. You don't realize how out of place you are and how little you actually know until you have to use it on the fly and in regular conversation."

I thought about exactly what Arnold was offering.

While he wasn't working to find his parents, he wanted to tudor me via webcam.

There were tudors around here. I certainly could go out and get one of them, Arnold knew that.

So why was he doing this? Especially when his focus should be on finding the people he went half-way across the world to find?

"Why, why would you want to help me? It doesn't make sense."

"Sure it does." He said. "I promise I'll help you pass."

"And what if I don't? Then what?"

"Then I'll make it up to you."

I was interested now. "And just how do you think you would do that from halfway across the globe?"

Arnold grinned, leaning in to his webcam slightly. "I think I'd figure something out."

Chewing on my lip, I considered his offer. Should I let him do this? Waste his time... on me?

"Okay football-head, answer me this though before I AGREE to anything."

"Go for it."

I took a breath, preparing myself, "When you go calling your buddy Geraldo and whoever else it is you use Skype for to contact... you speak NOTHING of our conversations. Can you do that? I still have a reputation to uphold around here, and I'm not about to have that ruined by you and your weird shaped head."

Arnold smiled that smile that made the butterflies all go wacky inside the pit of my stomach.

"Whatever you say, Helga."

"Good. So when do we start?"

"Tomorrow? We usually get ready for bed around the time you guys are done with school. That work for you?"

Like I had anything else I'd rather do.

"Sure. I GUESS that'll work. Might have to move around some stuff for you but hey." I smiled, because even though I tried to act like it didn't matter, I was more excited than I'd ever been before.

"Alright. I'll talk to you tomorrow then, Helga."

"Guess you will."

And with a smile and a BLOOP, the call ended and I was left to stare at a blank computer screen.

"Oh Arnold," I said to the time that flashed how long we'd talked, "if only you knew how hard this month has been without your beautiful football-head to light the dim hallways of my life. And yet," I stood up from my chair dramatically, "on today, the most hallowed of days- Valentine's Day -you thought of me to talk to. I shall cherish this memory, hold it near and dear to my heart."

I reached over to grab my phone, unlock it and maneuver my way to the camera roll where I hid one picture that I must have looked at hundreds of times every day.

Arnold.

"Alas, perhaps today will be the beginning of something for both of us- a journey. Maybe this is what I've been waiting for. Maybe by talking every day, our hearts can overcome the long distance that seperates us and you can finally see how much I adore you- how much I yearn for you... how much I truly, truly miss you. And maybe, maybe you will return those feelings." I shut my phone off and slid it into my pocket.

"Boy, things are really looking up for me." I mumbled to myself before plopping down on my bed and pulling out my Spanish 2 book that I almost never looked out. "Time to get cracking, I guess."

Afterall, I didn't want to sound TOO out of practice for my little lesson tomorrow.