Thank you to everyone who left beautiful comments. I'm super happy that you're enjoying my fic. Yeah, Brainy actually speaking is kinda weird, just imagine his laugh! LOL! Anyway, here's chapter four. Yeah, that quick. I told you I type oober fast.

Chapter 4: You're Such a Bonehead

"Is that your ride?" Helga asked, standing on her steps beside Brainy. He lowered his gaze to his small black, four door car.

"Yeah," Brainy replied bashfully. Helga crossed her arms while frowning at him.

"You know Brainy, you can talk to me in complete sentences, okay? I'm already on a freakin' date with you! There's no reason to be nervous!" Helga snapped. Brainy began breathing heavily and took out his inhaler. Helga rolled her eyes and sighed. "Oh brother…," she continued as she walked to the car.

"I-I'm really glad I can finally talk to you, Helga," Brainy said, more clearly than before, "I've been hoping this day would come since I first met you." Helga's eyes were wider; her lips pouting after hearing him speak.

"Now this is something that's gonna be hard to get used to," Helga said over her shoulder. Brainy smiled and walked ahead of her to open the passenger door; not until Helga scowled and ran to grab his arm.

"Hey this may be a date, but I still have hands, bucko!" Helga shouted through gritted teeth. Brainy blushed at the sudden physical contact and continued to smile at her. "And don't try any funny stuff either! Or else I'll kick your ass!" Helga waved a fist to him.

"No worries," Brainy said as he walked over to his door. Helga looked at him as if she had won an argument.

Brainy drove really well; in fact, he followed every traffic law in the book. Helga wasn't too impressed, but did think to herself: I wish my mom drove this cautiously.

"So, where are we going?" Helga asked. She was sitting comfortably with her left leg propped up on the seat, and leaning her cheek against her right palm.

"You'll find out soon," Brainy answered. Helga looked at him with uninterested eyes.

They reached a large, old building and turned into a parking lot that was filled with cars. Brainy found a parking spot and pulled in. Helga looked around at the area, trying to find a clue as to where they were. She looked at Brainy with wide eyes.

"You'll see," Brainy smiled. They got out of the car, and walked over to the large, old building. Brainy knocked on a smoky black door, and a slide opened revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. Brainy pulled out a yellow card, which made the eyes close the slide and open the door. "Come on in," a thin young man said. They walked down a narrow hallway that leads to a red door. Brainy pushed the door open, since it had no handle or knob. Helga's eyes shot out of her sockets in shock.

"No freakin' way!" Helga shouted; a smile creeping its way to her mouth, "How'd you get front row seats to Wrestlemania?"

Brainy smiled at her wickedly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Helga smirked at his answer.

"Just try me."

"I entered a writing contest, and won first prize," Brainy said casually. Helga's eyes widened while her smile faded.

"You mean the poetry contest?" she asked with a high pitched voice. Brainy nodded slightly. "I entered that contest too, and I didn't get jack squat!" Helga said furiously, "I can't believe you won!"

Brainy blushed while holding his cheeks, "I'm not a great writer like you, I just got a lot of help with it so I could win. I know you love Wrestlemania, so I was determined to win it for you," Brainy explained. Helga smiled sweetly.

"Well, gee…thanks Brainy," Helga said softly. She looked at the fighting ring, reached for Brainy's hand and pulled him to their seats. Helga shouted most of the time at the wrestlers.

"C'mon, you big baby! Get back in the ring!" she shouted as a wrestler struggled to climb back in. Brainy sat quietly, smiling to himself while admiring her from his seat. After the match, Brainy and Helga walked back to the car talking.

"Well, I gotta hand it to ya' Brains, you sure know how to please a girl," Helga said with a grin. Brainy's face flushed with red after turning around to unlock the door for her.

"So you entered the contest too? I'm surprised you didn't win," Brainy said to her as he started the car.

"Yeah, I guess I kinda knew I wouldn't win; my passion for writing just sort of…died, I guess," Helga explained sorrowfully. Brainy looked down at her response. He knew she felt sad at that moment, because she was remembering someone.

"Maybe it's just writers block," he began, "you'll get it back soon, don't worry." Helga gave him a small, reassuring smile.

"Thanks, Brainy."

He drove down the street from the old building, and pulled in to an Italian restaurant. "Hope your hungry," Brainy said as he shut off the engine.

"Starved!" Helga replied while holding her hand to her stomach. They proceeded to the front door of the restaurant, until Helga stopped walking. She scorned at a familiar face walking towards them while crossing her arms. Brainy looked at Helga with concern.

"Helga? What's the mat-?"

"Well I had to see it to believe it," Curly said with a devilish smile, "you and Brainy on a date? Puh, what a joke!"

Curly had grown fairly tall and handsome. His hair was styled like a member from the Beetles. He wore an orange shirt with a green collar, and the sleeves were folded up to his elbows. His jeans were brown, and slightly tight. He still wore his large red glasses, but he still attracted attention from girls in school.

Helga scoffed at him, and continued to walk towards the door. Brainy looked a bit confused, but followed after her.

"Oh c'mon, I was only kidding!" Curly chuckled. Helga turned her head to face him; she then looked at Brainy's confused expression.

"Brainy, you go ahead, I'll catch up with you," she said calmly. Brainy looked at her, then to Curly. "Don't worry; you know I can take care of myself." Brainy walked inside without a word.

"So what're you? Stalking me now?" Helga shouted. Curly crossed his arms while smirking at her.

"Ha! Don't flatter yourself, sweet cheeks! I was just about to leave with my parents until I saw you and Brainy leaving that car." Helga relaxed her angry glare and sighed. "So, how's it going so far?"

"It's going great!" Helga snapped.

"Doesn't sound like it," Curly said raising an eyebrow. Helga turned her head away from him with contempt. Curly smiled mischievously while putting his arm over her shoulder. "You know, Helga," he said flirtatiously, "if it doesn't work out with you and Brainy, I'm here for you." Helga smirked while pushing his arm off.

"You're such a bonehead," she said as she turned to go inside.

"Think about it first before shoving it aside," Curly shouted. Helga had her hand to the door, preparing to pull it open, but stopped to turn to him again.

"Curly? Get bent," she hissed.

"C'mon, Helga," he began as he walked over to her, "ever since Arnold left, you've avoided dating anyone else, and I've been sending hints for weeks, but you always shun me." Curly leaned against a wall next to the entrance. Helga clutched her hand tightly as she glared fiercely at him.

"First of all, I am on a date right now, and second, don't use Arnold as an excuse as to why I hate your guts, you little freak!" she exclaimed, pointing a threatening finger to him. Helga pulled the door open half way until Curly reached for her right arm.

"Seriously though, I bet I could make you forget all about your football headed lover after a ride in my Camaro," Curly said smoothly. Helga raised an angry brow.

"You mean in the back of your Camaro," Helga replied. Curly loosened his grip on her arm as his devilish smile faded.

"Curly? Get. Bent." Helga pulled the door open and continued to go inside. She wandered the restaurant until she found Brainy sitting at a table in a corner.

"Hey," she said with a slight smile, taking a seat across from him. Brainy blinked at her curiously.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, Curly's just being a dweeb," Helga said while lifting a menu.

"He didn't say anything to upset you, did he?" Brainy asked. Helga looked up at him blankly.

"Brainy, there are a lot of guys who just want to go out with me solely for the purpose of trying to get into bed with me, and Curly is one of those guys."

"What? But, I thought he was crazy for Rhonda?" Brainy asked, scratching his head.

"He was, until he discovered how noticeable he became to other girls," Helga scoffed, mocking the idea, "he's been acting like some little playboy ever since he got with that chick in bio."

Brainy looked down, trying to remember who it was Curly had gone out with during sophomore year. "You mean, Susan?" Brainy asked. Helga nodded with a raised brow. "He went all the way with her?" he asked surprised.

"That's the story around the campfire," Helga smirked, "now his next goal is me, and he thinks I'm going to submit, puh, what an idiot!"

Brainy looked at her worriedly until Helga took notice.

"Relax, Brains! I'm not an idiot! Besides, Rhonda Lloyd is in love with the little twerp," Helga said trying not to chuckle as Brainy's eyes widened.

"Really? How do you know?" Brainy asked, amazed by his sudden interest in gossip. Helga put her menu down and leaned over the table.

"She gets really pissed every time someone mentions him," she whispered, "and the other day when Phoebe told me in front of all the girls that Curly was checkin' me out, Rhonda's faced turned green with envy."

Brainy laughed which made Helga laugh, not because it was contagious, but because it was the first time she'd heard him laugh. They smiled at each other, and continued to read their menus.

This isn't so bad after all.

There was a soft knock at the Pataki's front door. Miriam was in the kitchen making a 'smoothie' which blocked out the sound. A second knock, then a third, louder this time.

"Oh, now who could that be at this hour?" Miriam asked to herself as she walked towards the door. She opened it and smiled, "Oh, it's the sweet boy who went to Africa," Miriam said sweetly.

"Hello Mrs. Pataki and it was South America," Arnold corrected her with a smile.

"Oh yes, of course!" Miriam replied while smacking herself lightly on her face.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I was anxious to see Helga," he explained while nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, Helga! No, I'm sorry dear, she's not home right now," Miriam said softly. Arnold looked down disappointedly.

"Well, do you know where she is?" Arnold asked as he shrugged his arms.

"Yes, she went with a friend to a, um, let's see, what did she say?" Miriam said looking up with a finger to her lips, "oh yes, she said she was going to a bowling alley with her little friend," Miriam explained confidently.

"Oh, I see," Arnold said, while looking down at his shoes. Miriam gave him a comforting smile.

"Don't worry, she should be back home any minute now, I told her to come back by ten," she said with a smile, "if you'd like, you can wait for her inside?"

Arnold shook his head softly with a smile. "Thanks Mrs. Pataki, but it's okay, I'll just come back tomorrow." Arnold turned to walk down the steps, and looked over to Miriam. "Could you tell her I stopped by?" Arnold asked with worried eyes.

"Yes, of course!" Miriam answered while holding onto the door.

"Thanks." Arnold began to walk back down the street. As he walked, he heard a car pull into Helga's sidewalk. He stopped and turned to stare at the blonde girl getting out of the car. His heart raced.

Could it be her?

But he couldn't tell; it was too dark and she had leaned in the car window to talk to the driver. As the car drove off, her head turned to face the steps, and Arnolds' heart jumped. He couldn't believe his eyes. He ran back to her stoop.

"Helga?"

She was reaching to unlock the door until her head turned to face him. Her eyes slowly widened at the sight of him. She was speechless, and her heart pounded hard against her chest; a feeling she had not felt in years.

"A-Arnold?"

Yeah, I hate cliffhangers too. But that's the beauty of good entertainment. I can feel it in my gut, this is gonna be good.