Hey guys! Guess who is back? :D It was terrible! My sister broke my laptop last year right before I could post another chapter of anything! So right now, I'm using my aunt's laptop until I get my own. Also, my wifi was shut off like a month or two after that, so I had no way of putting my stories online. :3 I'm just super happy I could get this one up! Anyways, I'm about to graduate high school here in two months. Wish me luck! :) I'm working on other stories too, so feel free to check those out! :)

Hope you enjoy this chapter. I lost track of where my story was going before, so I kind of made a new direction for it. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

I woke up looking straight up through the skyroof in Arnold's room feeling the heaviness of his arm around my stomach. Yes, guys... Arnold and I have been sleeping in the same bed for over two weeks now. And to answer anybody's suspicions, the answer is a big, fat, and juicy NO. We have not done anything sexual. We just snuggle in bed together at night because our conversations are better when we're closer... And I have to admit, I love his embrace... I look forward to it every night. Although, it is a bit hard to have us wake up next to each other in his case (if you know what I mean), but after the first couple days, he didn't even care about it anymore.

But enough with the crud!

I rubbed Arnold's arm and gently tugged at his little blond hairs laying on it. He sighed as he woke up to my touch. "Wake up, Football Head," I sang silently, smiling. He wiggled his fingers and pushed me against him for a great morning hug, squishing my insides.

"Good morning, Helga!"

"You're-about-to-kill me!" I choked out as he squeezed me. He laughed and released me from his grasp. A sigh of relief exhaled through my lungs. "Crimeny, Arnold! Somebody could mistake you for a grizzly bear with that tight grip of yours!"

"What time is it?" He asked sitting up in the bed. We both looked over to the little alarm clock on top of his nightstand with the little 4th grade figurine screaming "Hey, Arnold!" when it was time to wake up. Over the years, it stopped making noises, but it still makes for a decent digital clock.

"11:34." I said aloud. I looked at him in curiousity. "Why, do you have somewhere to be?"

"I have to meet up with Gerald around two-ish." He said through a yawn. He got out of bed and stretched exposing just him in his bare chest and plaid red boxer-shorts. I have to say that he's very toned. Not too muscular, but very toned. And he looked good. Me, on the other hand, I'm just a stick with small boobs. Can't say that I ever tried working out because a bed, couch, and food constantly call my name. I'm just naturally a stick.

I looked at him in confusion. "I thought you two weren't on good terms. You haven't talked in a couple weeks since that last fight!"

"That's what he wanted to meet up about. He needed to talk to me about it."

"Well, don't get sucked up into his little game. Phoebe told me he's been acting weird. They haven't even gotten back together because of some girl he's been messing around with and he won't tell her. So if he mentions anything about us, then don't hesitate to mention that he's a heartbreaker." It was strange to even think about it, actually. I did tell Arnold that they temporarily broke up while Phoebe went to Japan, but after that surprise drop-in he made coming back home, Gerald had told her that he was with somebody else and that he needed some time away. He thought that was odd, because even he knew that tall-hair boy was in love with the girl. Why would he suddenly change his mind?

"I know, Helga. I don't want things to turn out ugly, though. Maybe he has these things settled out about us." He said optimistically. I scoffed.

"Yeah right! I know something is fishy about him. You don't just walk away from the love of your life without a legit explanation!" I rambled. He walked over to me and pet my head.

"Don't worry, Helga. Things will get straightened out. You'll see." I slapped his hand off of my head and sighed.

"I hope you're right, Arnold." He smiled and went to his closet and got some clothes. A green shirt, red plaid over shirt and some jeans. And then he threw some of my clothes at me. "What is this for?" I said holding my clothes on the bed.

"Get dressed. He wanted you there, too." He smirked. He walked out of his room and left me alone to change. I looked at the underwear he threw at me and blushed. Crimeny... He saw my granny panties. All my parents would ever buy me! Hmph... Oh well. At least they were pink. I went back to the closet to find something else to wear. I got dressed into my pink tank top, black sleeveless jacket, black scaled leggings and black boots. I let my hair down and flat ironed it and put on some eyeliner. Helga G. Pataki was going out a bit different today. Today, if Gerald was going to mess with Arnold, he's going to go through Ol' Betsy and the five Avengers!

Arnold entered the room stunned as I was putting on my red lipstick as the finishing touch to today's wardrobe.

"That's not what I picked out for you." He said with wide eyes. I raised my one brow at his comment.

"Yeah, well, Gerald isn't fooling me today. If you want them to be intimidated by you, you got to look the part!" I said walking over to him. He shook his head to gain focus.

"Well, Gerald wanted to meet up somewhere at an address I'm unfamiliar with."

"Geez, Arnold! That's what Google Maps is for!" I said grabbing his smartphone from his hand and searching the address. "It looks like it's at the beach!"

"The beach? That's an hour and a half away!"

"Well, it's 12:37! Let's get rockin' and rolling if we want to make it on time!"

"Should we have beach gear?"

"No time, Arnold! Let's go!" I rushed him. We ran down the stairs and out of the front door. His grandma yelled "STAMPEED!" as we slammed the door shut. We got inside the vehicle and started to drive to the beach. I turned on the radio to Nashville Ned's morning show where he played a mixture of jazz and now modern urban music.

It was about an hour through our drive. It was now around 1:45ish and we're approaching the beach a little earlier than expected. I looked ahead and pointed forward. "Look, Football Head! That's the place! By North Beach!" And with that, Arnold and I parked in the lot nearest to the beach and headed to the area that Gerald said to meet up in the text. We walked to the shore in front of the crab shack awaiting the tall-haired freakazoid. I checked the clock. It was exactly 2:00pm. As I was just about to turn around, I sensed something strange. "Arnold, I don't like it here. I think we should go back." I said growling.

"No, Helga. Gerald said he would meet over here. So I'm waiting."

"But, Arnold..." I begged. He shook his head. Before I could retort anymore, I was interrupted by footsteps approaching us in the sand.

"Hey, Arnold!" a voice could be heard behind us. We both looked back and saw Gerald and a girl walking toward us. Gerald was in his red swim trunks and the girl had lond red hair, freckles, and had a green bikini on. Her hair was all the way down and had sunglasses on. I already wasn't liking the way Arnold was staring at her.

"Hey, Gerald. Who is your friend?" Arnold asked looking at the girl. She giggled and took off her glasses.

"Hello, Arnold..."

So what did you think? Who is this girl? :3

You'll find out the next chapter! :)

I'm so happy that I finally got to post something! But that's all I have for right now!

Until then, hasta luegos! ;)