Julían, Arnold and Helga were sitting on the sidewalk handcuffed as the cops filed a report.

"I can't believe you got us arrested!" Arnold whispered furiously to Julían.

"You agreed to go in there, we are all responsibe," Julían replied.

"But it was you're idea!"

"That you went through with!"

"But-"

"Will you both shut up! I'm trying to think of a plan," Helga said, glaring at the both of them. "We are all responsible, and now i'm going to get us out of this."

"Helga, don't. You're drunk and I don't want you getting into more trouble," Arnold said, worry in his eyes.

"Arnolds right, people don't exactly make the best decisions in your state," Julían said.

"Jeeze, relax i'm fine. I can hold my own. If theres one thing Pataki's are good at it is being manipulative. Now watch and learn," Helga said, standing up.

"Helga, don't!" Julían said, but Helga already walked away.

Arnold and Julían both watched as Helga walked up to the officer. Suddenly she burst into tears.

The officer looked sympathetic. "Whats wrong young lady?" He said.

"Please don't arrest us," She said through her sobs. "My friend Julían plays for the New England Revolution and I'm such a big fan. He just wanted to be nice and show me the stadium," pointing at Julían.

"Are you Julían Rodriguez?" The cop asked turning to Julían.

"Yes sir," Julían said.

"Oh wow! I'm a huge fan! I watch every game," the cop said excitedly.

"Thats very nice of you, sir. We appreciate our fans very much," Julían said, still a little shocked.

"Well I can't arrest a famous soccer player! And I don't want to upset this nice young lady here," the cop said. "I'll just let you off with a warning. But don't get into any more trouble!"

"Thank you so much officer..."Helga said looking down at his name tag,"Officer Bukowski."

Officer Bukowski took off their handcuffs and returned to his car. He soon returned with a pen and paper.

"Can I have you're autograph?" Officer Bukowski asked.

"Of course!" Julían said, signing the paper. "To my favourite police officer, thanks for being such a great fan. Come by a game anytime," He read aloud.

"Thanks so much!" Officer Bukowski said. And with that he got in his car and drove off.

Julían and Arnold turned to Helga, dumbfounded.

"How did you do that?" Arnold asked.

"Easy. I saw he was watching soccer highlights on his phone when he was filling out the report in his car. And a good majority of cops don't arrest crying girls. I've gotten out of quite a few tickets that way," Helga said, smirking.

"Wow, I'm impressed," Julían said. "I thought you were going to blow it because of how drunk you were."

"Please, I may have been really drunk on the feild, but Pataki's bounce back quickly," Helga said, putting her hands on her hips.

"I guess they do," Julían laughed, shaking his head. He turned to Arnold, who was looking at Helga again with the same look that Juliían couldn't place earlier. But now Julían recognized it.

"Hey Arnold, can I talk to you for a second?" Julían said.

"Sure," Arnold said, the two of them walking away from Helga.

"Listen, I know how you like Helga," Julían said.

"No I-"

"Save it, I'm not stupid," Julían said. "Now I'm going to go home and call it a night, you and Helga have a good night. Together. All alone."

Arnold smiled. "Thanks Julían."

"Hey don't metion it. I know something when I see it. But we should play soccer again sometime. You're actually alright," Julían said laughing.

"Sure, though next time i'll be prepared and i'll bring my best game. Cuidate la espalda,"Arnold said. Watch your back.

Julían laughed. "looking forward to it."

They walked over back to Helga.

"You too look awfully chummy," Helga stated.

"Yeah, Arnold's a good guy. But I'm going to turn it in, I have practice tomorrow and I need to go to sleep or coach will kick my ass. Good night y'all," Julían said.

"Y'all?" Helga said, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey I'm a born and raised southerner. Don't judge," Julian said, smiling. "My uber is here, i'll see y'all later."

"And then I got in my car and went home," Julían said.

"You left me and Arnold ALONE," Helga said. "Is that who's in my shower?"

"I hope so," Juliían said.

"Oh Helga! Good for you! You and Arnold finally talked about your feelings. Gerald always said Arnold should just tell you," Pheobe said hugging Helga.

"Wait, what?" Helga said.

There was a knock at the door.

"Ugh I hope its not another one of those Jehovah's Witnesses," Helga groaned, getting up and opening the door.

"Well last time I checked, I wasn't Jehovah's Witness, but I can read a passage from the bible to you if you'd like," Arnold chucked.

"A-Arnold?" Helga said. "Wait, you're not in my shower?"

"No, i'm not. Who's in your shower?" Arnold said, looking a little hurt.

"Uh...no one," Helga mumbled, as they walked into her apartment together.

"Hey, Julían. Sorry about last night," Arnold said, waving to Julían.

"Thats alright, I didn't want to sleep anyway. Maybe coach will shoot me when I fall asleep on the feild," Juliían joked.

Arnold and Julian laughed together.

Helga glared at both of them. "What happened with us last night?" Helga said.

This caught Arnolds attention. He looked at her, his eyes full of hurt. "You don't remember anything from last night? Nothing at all?"

"DOI, thats what I just said. Mind filling me in?" Helga said.

Arnold broke eye contact with Helga and looked at the floor. "I uh…I have to go. This is for you," He said. Putting a pink tulip on the coffee table in front of him.

Helga watched as Arnold quickly left and shut the door behind him.

"Oh Helga…"Phoebe said.

What just happened? Helga thought