A/N: My intent with this story was to show that since Arnold and Gerald are best friends and have such a close bond that they can talk about almost anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Arnold and Gerald had been walking in the jungle for sometime now. After having once again, successfully evaded capture by La Sombra's goons Arnold and Gerald were now traipsing through the jungle in an effort to find Arnold's long-lost parents when a thought concerning Helga's sudden and unexpected appearance the day they had saved the neighborhood, which was prompted by their most recent run-in with Helga had suddenly just occurred to Gerald.
"Hey, Arnold. You never did tell me what Helga was doing with you at FTI that day we saved the neighborhood." Said Gerald suspiciously.
"I didn't?" Said Arnold nervously scratching the back of his neck and attempting appear oblivious. "I could have sworn that I did."
"Nope, you definitely didn't." Responded Gerald.
"She and I well…what I mean is…" stammered Arnold.
"Yeah… come on man out with it!" Said Gerald exasperatedly.
"Helga was there because she was deep voice. In fact, if it weren't for her, I don't think we would have saved the neighborhood. " Explained Arnold as he sighed and scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"What? But I don't get it. I thought Helga was on her dad's side. I thought she was going to get rich off the whole deal." Said Gerald clearly confused by the new revelation.
"That's honestly what I thought too Gerald." Said Arnold as he continued to scratch the back of his neck nervously.
"Not only that, but I thought she hated you. Why would she risk everything to help us? It just doesn't make any sense." Said Gerald as he scratched his head and maintained a confused look on his face. "There must be something else. Some other reason Helga decided to help us."
"Actually, there is…"Said Arnold trailing off. Arnold looked as though he was attempting to summon some courage to say what he wanted to say next.
"You have to promise not to laugh when I tell you this Gerald." Said Arnold seriously.
"Alright buddy, I promise, but what could you possibly have to tell me that would make me want to bust a gut." Said Gerald.
"She loves me." Said Arnold. "Helga loves me Gerald."
"What? I don't believe it Arnold. Are you sure? Helga really loves you? " Asked Gerald in total disbelief.
"Yeah, I am. She told me that day we saved the neighborhood when we were at FTI." Said Arnold. He really wasn't sure how his best friend was going to react to this earth shattering news.
" And there's one more thing…." Said Arnold nervously. "She kissed me."
"I can't believe this Arnold. Helga kissed you and told you she loved you? This is way too much information for my brain to process all at once. I feel like my head is spinning." Said Gerald as started to feel his forehead as if he was checking to see if he had a temperature.
"So, Arnold. Did you like it?" Asked Gerald mischievously.
"Like what?" Asked Arnold naively.
"The kiss…of course." Said Gerald with a sly smile.
"Well at first, I was just taken aback by it, but after awhile it started to feel well…kind of good actually." Said Arnold, who was unable to make eye contact with Gerald as he said those words and even began to blush furiously.