Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Alter ego"

In the last chapter: After Helga had put Arnold into the nurse's office, Gerald met her out in the hallway and after telling him about what had happened, they agreed it was time to visit Madame Blanche. While the gypsy never admitted anything, she told them that Dark Arnold, as she called the new personality in Arnold, will keep acting out as long as Arnold doesn't accept his dark side.

While Phoebe was leaning towards believing Helga's story, Arnold still insisted that voodoo didn't exist and his belief hadn't changed despite Gerald's claim. Luka, on the other hand, chose to ask Helga to the school dance, which she refused countless times, yet it seemed that the Greek hadn't given up just yet.

Author's 1st note: Don't know what to say again; I'm so much fun lately! xD Enjoy the chapter :P

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]


Chapter 4: "Misleading me"

Stubborn, persistent, obstinate… Helga cursed in her head as Luka followed her through the hallway. "Would you please give it up already?!" she shouted angrily. Luka just smirked at her though, waving his hands in surrender. "Ok, I totally get that you're annoyed. I would be too, but please reconsider. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather go with than you." He apologized. Helga was flattered, but mostly annoyed and almost insulted. "I'm really not a pin-up girl who would look good next to you on the red carpet."

"Red carpet? I thought we were just going to the school dance together?"

"You know what I mean. Go with Rhonda, dammit."

"I don't want to go with Rhonda! I want to go with someone who doesn't look like she's going to a movie premiere every day in school. Is it bad that I just want a normal girl for once?"

"I'm really not considered normal."

"Ok, then a girl who doesn't give a shit. I can see myself next to you, no matter what you wear." Luka insisted and Helga felt a bit more flattered. It wasn't something she was used to after all; being hit on or being complimented. "I don't see myself next to you, Luka. I told you you're not my type, but even that's a lie. I don't have a specific type. I just don't know what I want." She answered. "All I know is that I don't belong next to some male model."

"Interesting; I thought you didn't care for stereotypes?"

"What are you getting at?"

"You're talking as if you see me as something superior, but that doesn't seem like something you'd do." Luka pointed out and crossed his arms. Helga copied the action. "I don't see you as something superior, but I appreciate that you're trying to twist my mind into making me do what you want. I can relate to manipulation. Unfortunately, it's a technique I have mastered and so, it doesn't work on me." She said and decided that the conversation was over, and so it was. Luka could see in her eyes that it was time to give up, at least for now so he let her walk away.

Damn. Luka thought and pouted as he continued through the hallway. He wasn't truly disappointed though; talking to Helga always proved to be amusing. He had to wonder why no one else could see what a special gem she was, or maybe people did, but didn't dare trying to approach her. Either way, he was grateful not to have any competition; convincing her to go to the dance with him was a challenge enough in itself – he didn't have the odds in his favor.

While Luka continued one way through the hallway, Helga walked the other way. She was taking advantage of her long legs, stomping on the floor with every step she took. She was currently growling in frustration, her eyes cast downwards and not seeing where she was going. Before she knew what was happening, she bumped into someone and was about to fall back, until that someone grabbed her hand.

Helga gasped, but managed to readjust her feet so she didn't fall. She looked up at the person who was just as much the person who had bumped into her as he had rescued her. She felt both surprise, but lack of the same when she saw that it was Arnold. He smiled at her. "Dodged a bullet this time." He said and helped her stand straight. "Seems like everyone around me wants a piece of me." She muttered. "Is Luka still asking you to the dance?" Arnold asked with a different kind of smile, Helga couldn't recognize. "Yeah, he's fucking stubborn. Why me?"

"Because you're amazing?" Arnold suggested. Helga's eyes widened and for the first time this day, she looked into his eyes. Bright… She observed, gulped and tried to pull her hand away. He didn't let go though. "Amazing can mean a lot of things." She pointed out and took a step back, but he just followed her. "I mean it in the most positive way though. I seem to recall you calling yourself amazing too once?" he questioned.

"When?"

"Back at FTI."

Helga gulped again. He remembers that? She wondered, but it was a silly thing to wonder, how could he not remember? It was a turning point for the both of them; not only had they saved Arnold's neighborhood, Helga had even told him about her feelings for him. They had brushed it off as a heat of the moment thing, but she knew it wasn't. They hadn't spoken of it since and she considered that his way of rejecting her, because surely he couldn't be that dense?

"Yeah, well, that could also be considered in two different ways. I mean, what kind of nine year old dresses up, calls herself Deep Voice and - - "

"Saves a whole neighborhood even though she could have gotten rich of the whole deal? I seem to remember you giving me a very valid reason." Arnold interrupted and Helga suddenly felt something hit her back. She didn't have to turn around to know what it was; she knew it was a locker. She gulped again as he moved closer. "You even showed me too…" He whispered and her eyes widened again. He isn't - - he wouldn't - - is he - - no way! Her thoughts were one big mess until the bell rang.

"H-Hear? The bell just rang." Helga said, thinking that would make Arnold pull away. "Ignore it." He ordered instead, his eyes closing. "B-But…" she muttered, staring at his eyelids getting dangerously closer.

"Hey!"

Both Arnold and Helga flinched at the booming voice and Arnold finally pulled away from Helga. They looked in the direction of the hallway monitor who was frowning at them. "Get to class before I write you a referral!" he ordered and Helga took the chance to scoot away. She started jogging down the hall, hoping that Arnold wouldn't follow her too closely and thereby noticing her flaringly red cheeks. Was he going to kiss me? He was, wasn't he? How far does he plan to take this? She wondered and speculated even more if his acting out really was revenge.


What… happened? Arnold wondered during class and looked in Helga's direction. He remembered approaching her, talking to her, but then it felt like the memory stopped. It had happened less than an hour ago; how could he not remember? Pain shot through his skull again and he put his hand near his temple as if that could stop the agony. Maybe I should go to a doctor… A headache shouldn't last this long. If this goes on, I'll end up popping painkillers like Skittles.

Luka was in deep thought too. He wasn't one to give up; he was still wondering how he could convince Helga to go with him to the dance. He was starting to wonder if a grand gesture would woo her, but he doubted that. He didn't even know much about her, about her interests and hobbies. Perhaps that was the best way to begin. He looked at her and noticed that she seemed, rather than being dazed, to be in deep thought like himself. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"You can pay a lot more than a penny." Helga retorted and Luka snickered. "True… Still though, you seem worried?"

"I'm not as worried as I am questioning someone's intentions towards me."

"Mine? I'd say I have been honest from day one."

"Not yours, you ego-centered buffoon."

"Maybe I could help?" Luka suggested and Helga finally looked at him. "How?" she asked. "Oh, come on; with my line of work, a sense of who wants to take advantage of me and who is genuine is a matter of life or death. Well, at least in the business." He pointed out and Helga had to admit that he did indeed have a point. "Yeah, you need to know if people actually like you or your money." She stated and thought about it for a second. "Ok, give this a try: Someone you have bullied for as long as you have known them, but the person has never hated you for it, suddenly seems to take a shine to you. What's their intention?"

Luka hummed. "Sounds fishy. You sure this person isn't out to get revenge?" he suggested and Helga felt a lump grow in her throat. "That's what I was thinking too…" she admitted. "I can't give you a conclusive answer without knowing you or the person you're talking about well enough. But you're a smart girl; you'll figure it out on your own." He said. "I thought you didn't know me well enough?" she questioned. "I don't need to analyze you to know that you're smart." He answered with a smile and for once, she smiled back. "Flattery will get you nowhere."


"The least you could do after I helped you is to reconsider." Luka insisted jokingly as he followed Helga to the cafeteria. "Should have known; no favor comes for free with your people." She said as she rolled her eyes.

"Greeks?"

"Models."

"For that comment, I think it'd only be fair to reconsider." Luka said with a pout. "No!" Helga insisted once again, but this time in a more jokingly manner as she opened the door and held it open for him. She considered banging it against his forehead, even if only to see if he would still want to go with her. "How does one impress Helga Pataki…? With the Hungarian name."

"Oh, shut up!" Helga said and punched Luka's arm, successfully emitting a shriek from him. "My body is my work! Careful!" he warned and rubbed his arm. "Oh, so that's how I get you to shut up." She observed and shook her fist at him. He took a step away from her. "Damn! My only weakness!" he joked and she laughed loudly. Ok, so he's not a complete douchebag. She thought as they went towards the cafeteria lady together.

"I don't get it." Rhonda declared to the girls around her. "Out of all the girls in the class, why Helga? I mean, I'd understand it at least a little bit if he went for you." She continued as she looked at Sheena who didn't seem to mind the comment. "Models are weird." Nadine stated nonchalantly as she stirred her coffee with the spoon. "Helga can be ever so charming as well." Lila insisted and Rhonda shot her a slanted, disbelieving look. "You've gotta be kidding." She said, but Lila shook her head. "It all depends on who she's around. She has bullied Arnold her whole life, but he still considers her his friend. I think he even likes her."

That caught Rhonda's attention. "Likes her?" she questioned. "I'm just assuming." Lila explained, but everyone knew that Lila was a very observant girl. She noticed things others never did. Rhonda looked towards the door where Arnold and Gerald were. "Well, if Arnold likes Helga… I'm sure he'd like to ask her to the dance." She said and stood up from her chair. "Poor Arnold." Nadine muttered in Rhonda's wake. "A pawn on the queen's chessboard."

Arnold had been telling Gerald about his plans about going to the doctor to have his head examined when Rhonda approached them. "Hey, Arnold. A little bird told me you like Helga?" she asked and his eyes widened considerably. "What?! Who told you that?" he asked, hoping his shock looked mortified of the thought rather than the fact that it was true. "I just told you; a little bird." She responded. "Now, I think I have some information that might be in your interest."

"We know Luka's been asking Helga for the dance, Rhonda." Gerald interjected. "We also know she's been saying no constantly."

"Yes, but things seem to have changed." Rhonda said, stepped aside and gestured towards Helga and Luka who were walking next to each other, Luka laughing at something Helga was saying. Arnold felt his shoulders slump at the sight. "But… No, wait. She loudly said that she wasn't interested." He pointed out, trying to think with his brain rather than his heart, but he had to admit that Helga didn't seem as disgusted in Luka's presence as she had yesterday.

"That was yesterday; this is today." Rhonda said as if she knew what Arnold had been thinking and bopped her head towards Helga and Luka. Luka held the chair out for Helga and even though she rolled her eyes and made a snide comment about how she wasn't some fragile lady who couldn't sit on her own, she did in fact sit down and let him sit next to her. Gerald couldn't help himself; he took a step forward and looked expectantly towards Arnold's eyes. Arnold looked at Helga and Luka for a moment, his ears perking up so he could listen to their conversation.

"Come on, Helga, admit it; you're not having a horrible time with me right now." Luka said with a smile. Helga sighed. No, I'm not miserable, but you're not Arnold. She thought and smiled back at him. "Not having a horrible time isn't equal to having fun." She insisted. "Helga." She heard him say in a tone she hadn't heard before and she couldn't help but gaze at him in awe. He looked like a puppy at that moment. "Give me a chance… or are you scared?" he challenged with a boyish grin.

Gerald finally saw what he had waited for: Arnold's eyes flashing brightly. The blonde snarled for a moment before he started walking and Gerald's jaw almost dropped to the floor. It's real. His eyes actually flashed! He thought and looked at Rhonda, momentarily wondering why she had even cared about Arnold's feeling for Helga, but then realized her ulterior motive. A part of me hopes Helga goes to the dance with Luka just so Rhonda will be pouting for the rest of the week.

Helga considered Luka's suggestion for a moment, but decided to stick with her choice. Just as she was about to tell him that she heard steps behind her and when Luka looked up at something, she turned around to look as well. "Luka, I think it's time to give up. Helga has said no how many times by now?" Arnold questioned and looked at Helga with a somber smile on his face. She gulped when she noticed his eyes, but a part of her appreciated his help.

Luka frowned. He was pretty sure that Helga was at least considering it a moment ago, but now that ship had probably sailed. "Why do you care, Arnold?" he asked instead since he was genuinely curious. Arnold put his palm on the table in front of Helga and leaned down to get closer to Luka's eyelevel. "Because she's going with me." He answered and Helga couldn't hide her surprise. When did he decide that? She thought and felt the feminist inside her roar in displeasure, but her girlish heart was swooning.

"Really? When did you ask her?" Luka asked in confusion and looked at Helga, but she wasn't looking at him. "Just now." Arnold answered on her behalf and smiled at her. "What do you say, Helga?" he asked. She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I don't know… Are you sure you're not going to pull an April Fool's on me like the last time you and I went to a dance together?" she asked with a smirk and couldn't help but lean a little closer to him even though she also turned her cheek to him as if playing hard to get.

"Hmm, depends on which part of it you're thinking about. I promise not to throw you in the pool…" Arnold swore and leaned so close to Helga that his breath tickled her skin. "But I promise to do the tango with you again."

Helga shivered at the reminder. Oh, how she regretted having been in her mischievous state back then so she couldn't enjoy being in Arnold's arms! At the chance of dancing with him again, she nodded at him. He smiled widely at her and she noticed his eyes turning dark for a moment. "Really?" he asked and she smiled back. "Yeah, sure… but nothing on the cheap, Football Head." She warned and saw his eyes flashing again. In the back of her mind, she wondered what it was exactly that triggered Arnold's dark side, but she didn't get to think about for too long before he grabbed her and swung her over his shoulder with such ease that she almost missed the process.

"Arnold!" Helga shrieked, but Arnold just started walking her as if she was a bag of potatoes; a very precious bag though. "I'm just gonna borrow you for a bit." He insisted even though she was slapping and banging on his back, demanding to be let down. "Do you mind, buddy?" Arnold asked as he neared the door and Gerald opened it with an amused grin. "Gerald, you traitor!" Helga bellowed as she was carried out of the cafeteria, but Gerald just shrugged innocently, an amused grin spread on his face.

In the meantime, Rhonda walked to a very stunned Luka and sat down next to him. "Boy, I hadn't seen that one coming. Who would have thought that shy Arnold could be so aggressive?" she wondered aloud in artificial wonder even though she was in fact rather shocked. She had her priorities straight though and her top one was to become Luka's date for the school dance. Luka frowned in disbelief. "I asked his advice on asking her out and now he asks her out himself? What kind of jerk does that?"

Rhonda frowned, feeling suddenly defensive of her classmate. "Arnold is not a jerk, Luka. He's the kindest boy I know. I guess he just… snapped?" she suggested, but then frowned at her own words. Arnold doesn't snap… What was that anyway? That's a side to him I've never seen before. She thought and looked curiously towards the door. Why is he so much hotter all of a sudden?

In the hallway, Arnold finally put Helga down on the floor. She shook her head and tried to blow her hair in place, but when that didn't work, her hand went through it. "Dammit, Arnold! I'm not a girl who usually cares about her appearance, but there's no reason to make me look like Rapunzel on a bad hair day!" she scolded, but then she felt something warm and moist against her cheek. The hand, which had been about to go through her hair once more, froze with her fingers tangled in the locks.

When Arnold moved back and Helga looked at him in awe, his eyes were dark green once more and that just made her blush all the more. "Thank you…" he said appreciatively and smiled his usual Arnold smile. She looked at him for the longest time, wondering how much of the real Arnold was in there at all. He seemed normal now, but only Dark Arnold would dare carrying her over his shoulder like that… right?

"Uh, s-sure. I mean, I should thank you. Maybe Luka will finally get the message now." Helga said and continued to comb through her hair, deliberately letting it fall in front of her face so she could hide the tomato-red color on it. Arnold snickered and looked around. When did we get out here? He wondered, but shook it off. "Uh, maybe we should get back to the cafeteria?"

"Naw, since I'm already out, I'll eat somewhere else. It's not like the cafeteria is a five star restaurant." Helga answered and walked past Arnold. "Oh, sure. S-See you then." He said, waved at her and headed towards the cafeteria. She turned around to look at him. She blinked a couple of times, her mind pondering whether she really wanted to go through the idea in her head. He did invite me to the school dance… whether it was to help me or because he really wanted to go with me doesn't matter; I still owe him, but still… She thought and she hadn't made a decision and yet she heard herself call his name. Did I just call him?

Arnold stopped and turned around, confirming that Helga had indeed said his name. "Um… would you… like to come along?" she asked, feeling more awkward than she should have. Is Helga asking me to have lunch with her? Arnold thought and blinked in surprise. A wide grin spread on his face, a smile he tried to hide, but with little luck. "Sure." He said and jogged in order to catch up with her. She turned her back to him, successfully hiding her smile. "I meant what I said about nothing on the cheap, Arnold-o."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, Phoebe even managed to convince to put on an actual cocktail dress, so you'd better dress it up too."

"You? In a cocktail dress? I don't remember the newspaper mentioning anything about pigs flying."

"Oh, shut up!"


By the time Arnold and Helga were back at the school, Gerald was waiting for them in the hallway. When he saw them, he interrupted the amusing conversation they had been having since leaving the café. "Hey, Helga. Mind if I borrow Arnold for a moment?" he asked, his words rolling in over each other quickly. Helga managed to blink once before Gerald had already grabbed Arnold's arm and was pulling the reluctant boy with him. "Sure." Helga answered in confusion before heading inside the class.

"Gerald! What are you doing? Helga and I were talking! Not yelling, but talking. Why did you interrupt us?" Arnold asked in anger and Gerald finally let go of him only to grab his shoulders instead. "Did you really ask her to the school dance?" he questioned and Arnold blinked; a small tint of red spreading on his cheeks. "Well… I-I think I did, I mean… She said yes, didn't she?"

Gerald's shoulders slumped. "How can you be unsure?" he asked and Arnold shrugged. "My memory is lacking, I admit…"

"How much do you remember?"

"Uh… I remember Luka bothering Helga… I remember, uh… talking to them and… that Helga and I went outside where she thanked me and asked me to join her for lunch."

"That's all you remember? You don't remember throwing Helga over your shoulder like if she was Santa's bag of gifts and strolling off with her in the cafeteria in front of everyone?" Gerald asked, his brown eyes widening with each word. Arnold's blush intensified. "I did what?!" he cried and Gerald shushed him. "You did! And you not remembering just proves what I told you! You are under the influence of magic, voodoo, whatever! Everyone's been talking about that exit all through lunch!"

"B-But I don't remember doing that at all! How can - - "

"Well, well." A female voice said and the boys turned to see Rhonda standing next to them with her arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on her lips. "If it isn't the knight in shining armor who carried his princess off in his arms in the least princely fashion? Quite a display, Arnold. I have to admit, I didn't think you'd have the balls to do that and even to Pataki. Did she slap you once you were outside?"

"N-No, she didn't - - "

"No, of course she wouldn't. She seemed to like it quite a bit. She was squealing like a pig, but that smile on her face is unmistakable. Where did you two go afterwards? Did the princess invite her prince to her castle to consume their agreement? Or perhaps she left it with a kiss and is saving the rest for the actual party?"

Arnold blushed when he remembered feeling Helga's skin against his lips. He put a hand to his mouth, blushing anew. I didn't do that… Did I do that? I did that! Why didn't she slap me? He wondered and forgot Rhonda. Gerald didn't though. "If anyone is acting like a spoiled princess around here, it's you, Rhonda." he said in anger. People knew he and Helga didn't hate each other anymore so him protecting her wasn't a shock as such, but no one knew the extent of their sudden friendship and so, Rhonda gawked at him for talking back at her.

"Seems like Arnold's not the only knight on a white horse… What is with you boys lately? First Luka, then Arnold and now you, Gerald. I thought you were still crushing on Phoebe?" Rhonda asked, the smirk returning to her face. Gerald frowned, thanking heaven that his skin was too dark to create a noticeable blush. "None of your business."

"Arnold, your taste in women is flawed, but I'm thankful. Luka finally asked me to go with him to the dance." Rhonda said, obviously losing interest in Gerald. Arnold frowned at the comment and Gerald noticed a small shine in his eyes as he looked at Rhonda. "Asked you? More like he settled with you." He said and Rhonda's mouth went into an O-shape. "Arnold, you - - "

"Would you mind your own fucking business already?!" the unmistakable sound of Helga's booming voice could be heard from inside the classroom. Rhonda and the boys turned to look towards the door and Gerald subconsciously noticed that the shine in Arnold's eyes didn't disappear. Arnold seemed to forget, or at least stop caring, about Rhonda and walked towards the classroom.

Inside the classroom, Helga was scowling deeply at some of her classmates who were standing around her like vultures. "Helga, you gotta admit that was an ever so interesting display of affection in the cafeteria! When did you and Arnold start dating?" Lila asked; her hands folded near her chest. "Display of what?! Arnold just asked me to the dance!" Helga yelled. "And carried you off into the sunset!" Curly declared manically. "What sunset?" Helga bellowed. "It's still noon!"

"Come on, this can't be the only thing that's happened between you. The way he looked at you, Helga, was like if you were the most breathtaking creature in the world!" Nadine said; green with envy, but with a huge smile on her face. Helga almost blushed, but she forced the feeling away. She turned to look at Luka, remembering how it was he, who had shot her the first comment once she had walked inside. "This is your fault."

"How is it my fault?" Luka questioned. "Why couldn't you just have accepted a no to begin with? Why are you so obsessed with me?" Helga asked. "Obsessed. Who is the ego-centered buffoon now?" Luka asked with a sneer.

"Hey." Arnold said and walked towards the small crowd of peers and stood near Helga. "Luka, give it up already. You're starting to look pathetic." He said and crossed his arms. At his words, Helga looked at his eyes and noticed the shade in them. Luka though, simply crossed his arms too. "I just thought Helga should know that I don't care for liars." He said. "Liars?" Arnold questioned. "Helga hasn't lied about anything; I didn't ask her about the dance until lunch. She had no idea that I'd ask her so don't you put this on her."

"I'll put it on you then. Why didn't you tell me you were gonna ask her when I asked for your advice?"

"I wasn't planning on asking her back then."

"Yesterday?" Luka questioned incredulously, but Arnold just nodded. "You know what?" Luka asked. "I'm starting to think that you only asked her to save her from me and Helga only said yes to have a proper excuse of saying no to me."

Both Arnold and Helga looked like they had just been slapped. While the shine in Arnold's eyes disappeared, Helga's eyes intensified. "Phoebe, did you ask Luka about that thing we talked about?" she asked in a seething voice while Phoebe's much gentler one could be heard behind her. "Uh, n-no. I never got a chance to - - "

"Well, I'm answering for him now. Switch seats with him." Helga ordered and Phoebe knew better than to argue with her. "Switching!" she declared in a soft voice and grabbed Luka's bag from his desk. Luka turned around, bellowing a keening voice in confusion, while Gerald snickered at the display. Phoebe looked like very cute pocket thief in his opinion; she looked even sweeter when she smiled innocently at him as she carried the bag to her desk.

Luka's eyes went from Phoebe to Helga. "You're kidding. What are you; the queen of the class?" he asked in disbelief and stepped dangerously closer to her. "Rhonda's the queen, I'm the fucking soldier. Get outta my face." She ordered and stepped back. Luka huffed with a grunt and walked past her, his shoulder bumping into hers. Within a second, Arnold's elbow connected with Luka's back and the boy groaned at the shot of pain in his spine. Luka just continued his way to his new Helga-appointed seat, deciding that starting a fight wouldn't be in his interest as a model, even if it was tempting.

Helga looked at Arnold in shock; his eyes had started to flash again, but the shine disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. She smiled in wonder. "I must say, I'm starting to like this side of you." She admitted and he looked at her in confusion. "Oh, uh, thanks." He said, silently wondering what she was talking about as he scratched his head.

"Dude!" Sid said and slapped Arnold's shoulder. "When did you turn cool? Is it true; does love really change a man?" he asked teasingly and flashed his eyelashes at Helga who pushed him away from her. Before Arnold could say anything or even start blushing, the teacher walked into the room and asked them to sit down.

Just as Arnold smiled at Helga, she saw Phoebe scooting through their classmates with her bag over her shoulder and she smiled at the both of them. Arnold quickly sat down and so did the girls. The teacher shot them a questioning look. "Miss Heyerdahl, your seat is not by the window, is it?" she asked and Phoebe looked at Helga, silently asking what to tell her. "Luka and I agreed that we were distracting each other too much." Helga answered and heard a snort from Luka. "She decided."

"Well, I agree with Miss Pataki. Mr. Mikos, you seem like a very talkative person and while I usually admire such a skill, it's not one I appreciate during my classes. Wise choice, Miss Pataki." She complimented. Helga turned to stare at Arnold who seemed just as shocked as she did; this teacher wasn't known for her compliments and especially not of Helga. "The newspaper hasn't just declared pigs flying, Arnold." Helga said and he was already snickering. "Snowballs have been reported in Hell too."


Author's 2nd note: I wasn't actually planning to turn Luka all bitchy at the end, but, meh, it works xD

Also, we don't have hallway monitors in Denmark, so all the knowledge I have of them is from "South Park – Stick of truth". Did I misunderstand something about how it works?