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A/N: Hi everyone. Wow I have never gotten so many responses to one of my stories. My other ones have been up for like a month and between them they only have six reviews. I am so happy with all the responses that I have been replying to them on the bottom of each chapter. I still don't know how many chapters there will be. And now on to the, wait, I hope you remember that in the last chapter I said Helga's personality had changed, so please don't tell me she's OOC, I know. Now on with the story…..
The pity and sorrow years: by KatChanQ
"Helga?" Arnold said with surprise in his voice. "Is that you?"
"Hi Arnold." Helga responded.
"Um, hi, we'd like to know if there are any rooms left for rent?" Marium said as she came up.
Arnold was staring at Helga. She no longer had a uni-brow but two nicely shaped ones. Her hair was half down, half up and reached her but. Her eyes were soft and sweet and didn't show signs of wanting to punch him. She wore a oversized jersey, kind of like pajamas and lose fitting jeans.
"Um.." He stuttered knowing he was just asked a question. "I think so, lets go talk to grandpa."
He stepped to the side and let Marium and Helga in. He watched as she walked through. Her curves were too hidden to tell if she had them. But something did catch his eye. In the back holding the ponytail part of her hair was a pink ribbon.
"She still wears a pink ribbon?" He thought to himself.
* * *
"Grandpa!" Arnold said as he banged on the bathroom door. "We have people interested in a room!"
Arnold had led Marium and Helga into the kitchen and had them sit at the table while he went to fetch Phil. Helga sat there and thought about Arnold. He still had the same hair and face, just a little more sexy and older looking. He wore blue jeans and a grey shirt, plain and simple. He still had that blue cap he always wore.
"He'll never take it off, will he?" She thought.
* * *
"Hold on, hold on, I'm coming." Phil said as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands.
Phil opened the door and looked at Arnold, "What do you want Shortman?"
Though the fact that Arnold was now taller than him made it oxymoronic, but it was a nickname and it stuck.
"We have people interested in a room." He said again.
"Well let's not keep them waiting."
* * *
"So you want a room?" Phil said to Marium. "Didn't you use to live down the block?"
"Well it's a long story." Marium started. " When Bob……"
And she told the long story to Phil about the years they were gone.
"Come on Helga I'll take you to your room." Arnold said.
"Oh but don't we need to make the deal with your Grandfather first?" Helga said in a sweet voice.
"Her voice, so nice and sweet, and she's so polite." He thought.
"Well I'm sure you'll get it and there is only one place left here to rent."
"Oh." She replied.
Arnold led Helga up the stairs to the last room and opened the door with a key. She walked in and dropped the little book bag she had on the bed. Arnold placed the one suitcase they brought in on the desk.
"Thank you." She said.
Then she moved towards the door, pushing him out and said, "I'd like to change now."
* * *
Arnold stood there at her closed door for a couple of minutes, shrugged it off and left for his room.
"What happened to her? She use to be so mean." He said as he jumped onto his bed and stared into the now dusking sky.
He remembered when he was nine. All the names she called him football head and Arnoldo. Pushed him around and…. always… seemed…. to… be… around.
The fact of it was he had always thought of Helga and made tons of answers to why she was the way she was. Also he had felt pity all those years because of her father.
* * *
"Oh Arnold, the way you looked at me, it was perfect!" Helga squeaked in the room.
She immediately went over to her suitcase and opened it. She pulled out a sleeveless, tight fitting, green shirt and a pair of tight fitting black pants. She wore simple black sandals. She of course left the pink bow on. She changed and headed for the door.
* * *
Arnold was lying in his bed when a knock came to his door.
"Arnold?" Helga whispered through the door.
He immediately jumped up and went over to the door. He opened it. There she was. This time she was wearing clothes that exenterated her curves. Her breast were much more flattered but still hidden underneath the round neck shirt. She was a healty size and very attractive. Helga turned so he could come down the stairs and he got a first good look at her backside. She had a perfect rounded but that was half covered by her long hair. That bow, it was still there.
"Why does she wear it?" he thought, still mesmerized by her.
Helga looked back at him, "Are you coming?"
"Huh? Yes!" He said as he came back to reality.
"Eeeee! He was staring at me!" she screamed in her head.
To top it off she grabbed her hair and played with it in one hand, allowing full view of her back.
* * *
"Hey mom, I'm going to go get a shake." Helga said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, okay honey." Marium replied and went back to talking to Phil.
Helga turned and left for the front door.
"Um, I'm going too grandpa." Arnold said as he followed her out the front door.
* * *
"Helga, um, do you mind me asking? Why do you still wear a pink bow?" Arnold asked while they were walking down the sidewalk.
Helga stopped.
"What?" she said. "You don't like it?"
"No, no it's not that, it's just, you've always worn a pink bow."
"Oh, well if it bothers you that much…" and she pulled the ribbon before he could say anything.
The bow came undone and her hair fell to the sides of her face.
"Better?" she asked.
"You didn't have to."
"Oh but I did." She whispered,
"What?"
"Oh nothing."
* * *
Vladivostock: NO! There was no pun! What pun?! *hee, hee*
Takari021224: Here you go!
Caity: THANK YOU VERY MUCH! ^___^
Eudial: Well I did put it up the next day, what's so funny about that? O.o (j/k)
JESS: O.K. don't beat me over the head with a stick!
Hmmm? It's weird how I think my story sucks and you all like it, but the stories I wrote and like, *sniff* no one else likes. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you review!
A/N: Hi everyone. Wow I have never gotten so many responses to one of my stories. My other ones have been up for like a month and between them they only have six reviews. I am so happy with all the responses that I have been replying to them on the bottom of each chapter. I still don't know how many chapters there will be. And now on to the, wait, I hope you remember that in the last chapter I said Helga's personality had changed, so please don't tell me she's OOC, I know. Now on with the story…..
The pity and sorrow years: by KatChanQ
"Helga?" Arnold said with surprise in his voice. "Is that you?"
"Hi Arnold." Helga responded.
"Um, hi, we'd like to know if there are any rooms left for rent?" Marium said as she came up.
Arnold was staring at Helga. She no longer had a uni-brow but two nicely shaped ones. Her hair was half down, half up and reached her but. Her eyes were soft and sweet and didn't show signs of wanting to punch him. She wore a oversized jersey, kind of like pajamas and lose fitting jeans.
"Um.." He stuttered knowing he was just asked a question. "I think so, lets go talk to grandpa."
He stepped to the side and let Marium and Helga in. He watched as she walked through. Her curves were too hidden to tell if she had them. But something did catch his eye. In the back holding the ponytail part of her hair was a pink ribbon.
"She still wears a pink ribbon?" He thought to himself.
* * *
"Grandpa!" Arnold said as he banged on the bathroom door. "We have people interested in a room!"
Arnold had led Marium and Helga into the kitchen and had them sit at the table while he went to fetch Phil. Helga sat there and thought about Arnold. He still had the same hair and face, just a little more sexy and older looking. He wore blue jeans and a grey shirt, plain and simple. He still had that blue cap he always wore.
"He'll never take it off, will he?" She thought.
* * *
"Hold on, hold on, I'm coming." Phil said as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands.
Phil opened the door and looked at Arnold, "What do you want Shortman?"
Though the fact that Arnold was now taller than him made it oxymoronic, but it was a nickname and it stuck.
"We have people interested in a room." He said again.
"Well let's not keep them waiting."
* * *
"So you want a room?" Phil said to Marium. "Didn't you use to live down the block?"
"Well it's a long story." Marium started. " When Bob……"
And she told the long story to Phil about the years they were gone.
"Come on Helga I'll take you to your room." Arnold said.
"Oh but don't we need to make the deal with your Grandfather first?" Helga said in a sweet voice.
"Her voice, so nice and sweet, and she's so polite." He thought.
"Well I'm sure you'll get it and there is only one place left here to rent."
"Oh." She replied.
Arnold led Helga up the stairs to the last room and opened the door with a key. She walked in and dropped the little book bag she had on the bed. Arnold placed the one suitcase they brought in on the desk.
"Thank you." She said.
Then she moved towards the door, pushing him out and said, "I'd like to change now."
* * *
Arnold stood there at her closed door for a couple of minutes, shrugged it off and left for his room.
"What happened to her? She use to be so mean." He said as he jumped onto his bed and stared into the now dusking sky.
He remembered when he was nine. All the names she called him football head and Arnoldo. Pushed him around and…. always… seemed…. to… be… around.
The fact of it was he had always thought of Helga and made tons of answers to why she was the way she was. Also he had felt pity all those years because of her father.
* * *
"Oh Arnold, the way you looked at me, it was perfect!" Helga squeaked in the room.
She immediately went over to her suitcase and opened it. She pulled out a sleeveless, tight fitting, green shirt and a pair of tight fitting black pants. She wore simple black sandals. She of course left the pink bow on. She changed and headed for the door.
* * *
Arnold was lying in his bed when a knock came to his door.
"Arnold?" Helga whispered through the door.
He immediately jumped up and went over to the door. He opened it. There she was. This time she was wearing clothes that exenterated her curves. Her breast were much more flattered but still hidden underneath the round neck shirt. She was a healty size and very attractive. Helga turned so he could come down the stairs and he got a first good look at her backside. She had a perfect rounded but that was half covered by her long hair. That bow, it was still there.
"Why does she wear it?" he thought, still mesmerized by her.
Helga looked back at him, "Are you coming?"
"Huh? Yes!" He said as he came back to reality.
"Eeeee! He was staring at me!" she screamed in her head.
To top it off she grabbed her hair and played with it in one hand, allowing full view of her back.
* * *
"Hey mom, I'm going to go get a shake." Helga said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, okay honey." Marium replied and went back to talking to Phil.
Helga turned and left for the front door.
"Um, I'm going too grandpa." Arnold said as he followed her out the front door.
* * *
"Helga, um, do you mind me asking? Why do you still wear a pink bow?" Arnold asked while they were walking down the sidewalk.
Helga stopped.
"What?" she said. "You don't like it?"
"No, no it's not that, it's just, you've always worn a pink bow."
"Oh, well if it bothers you that much…" and she pulled the ribbon before he could say anything.
The bow came undone and her hair fell to the sides of her face.
"Better?" she asked.
"You didn't have to."
"Oh but I did." She whispered,
"What?"
"Oh nothing."
* * *
Vladivostock: NO! There was no pun! What pun?! *hee, hee*
Takari021224: Here you go!
Caity: THANK YOU VERY MUCH! ^___^
Eudial: Well I did put it up the next day, what's so funny about that? O.o (j/k)
JESS: O.K. don't beat me over the head with a stick!
Hmmm? It's weird how I think my story sucks and you all like it, but the stories I wrote and like, *sniff* no one else likes. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you review!