Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Or anything else that probably sounds like you could make some money off of it. In this case: Mean Girls, Facebook and Taylor Swift.
This will be a short collection of drabbles and/or oneshots that are directly related to my story Dropped the Ball. They are best described as 'deleted scenes'; ideas and moments that I enjoyed the thought of, but felt did not fit well in any of my chapters. I'm also hoping these will suffice when the juices aren't flowing to crank out any new chapters.
There will be nine chapters, with ratings varying from PG-R. The rating, as well as a brief description and time at which it takes places, will be at the beginning of every chapter.
Enjoy!
Chapter Title: Pitch Count
Timeline: Their first week of living together; takes place before the first drabble.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Helga's various ringtones confuse Arnold to no end.
Word Count: 662
"You wanna do something fun? You wanna go to Taco Bell?"
Arnold turned around slowly in his chair, "Uh, what was that?"
"That," Helga said as she picked up her phone, "was my text message notification."
Arnold blinked, "Why is that you're text message notification?"
Helga merely gave him a blank look, "Why not?"
Arnold was doing his assigned reading from his bed while Helga was downstairs in the shower, when her phone lit up.
"Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore!" it blared out for the next several moments and Arnold did his best to read through it.
Finally it stopped, but the missed call notification lit up, "'Why didn't you call me back?' And I was like, 'Why are you so obsessed with me?'"
After that, Arnold shook his head and tried to carry on with his reading. However, moments later, the voicemail notification went off, "Boo, you whore."
The football headed teen could only stare at the phone in wide-eyed shock.
Arnold and Helga were driving back from school, when, "That is so fetch!"
The blond jumped a little, "What the heck was that one for?"
Helga glanced over uninterestedly before pulling out her phone, "Oh, that's my Facebook notification."
A moment of silence passed by before Arnold spoke up, "But, what is fetch?"
Helga immediately turned to him and responded perkily, "Oh, its like, slang, from England." When all Arnold did was give her a strange look, she sighed and rolled her eyes, "Ugh, you don't get it."
"I don't think I want to."
"I saw your face and wow! Right then I took-"
"Hey Phoebs…yeah, that sounds good. I'll be over in a bit."
Helga collected her things and offered Arnold a quick goodbye, but he only shook his head.
"Hey Helga? What were the page numbers for-
"I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me…but, I can't help it that I'm popular!"
"Uh, anyways, what are the-
"I'm sorry that-
"Ugh!" Helga exclaimed as she pressed the ignore button, "Okay, there. Now, what is it you want?"
"Just the…okay, what ringtone was that for this time?"
Helga sniffed, "Oh, it was only Rhonda. She's been bugging me too much lately."
"Oh, okay then." Arnold cleared his throat, "Right, so what are the page-
"Boo, you whore."
"You know what? Nevermind."
"So…"
Helga glanced up from her math homework. When Arnold didn't continue, she raised a brow, "What, Football Head?"
The teen tried to look casual, but failed, "What is with all those ringtones?"
Helga blinked, "What."
"I mean, why do you have so many? And what do they even mean?"
Helga sighed, "Look, they're just funny to me and they let me know who is calling or whatever. That way, I don't need to rush to find my phone, only for it to be someone I don't wanna talk to. That sort of thing."
"Oh…does everyone have their own ring tone?"
"Mmm, no, just a few. Like people who call me or who I would call fairly regularly."
"Does that mean I have one?"
Helga visibly froze, "What? No, of course not. I live with you."
"But, you gave me one for you."
"Well, yeah but that's different!"
"How?"
"Cause it is, Arnold-o! Now, leave me alone, I've got math to do."
"Sorry."
The tenseness faded from the room, however a moment later Helga's phone blared loudly:
"And I said, Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone…"
Helga snatched up her phone on the bed, quickly silencing it before whipping around to face Arnold. He sat in stunned silence, but sure enough an almost smug look developed on his face.
He raised an eyebrow teasingly, "A Taylor Swift song? Gosh, Helga I'm flattered."
"Oh, save it you little smart ass. That's only yours because we were in the play together and they don't exactly have too many songs about football."
"Whatever you say, Helga. Whatever you say."
