"I don't know what to do Phoebe." Helga cried as soon as her best friend answered the phone.
"What happened now?" Phoebe asked with a heavy sigh.
"We were fighting and he kissed me...I kind of kissed back...one of us fell...and I don't know what to do." Helga said collapsing onto the couch in her office.
"Helga calm down. It's going to be ok." Phoebe said.
"I can't do this. I want him so bad it hurts...but I'm so scared. He could destroy my world so easily." Helga admitted.
"Then throw him out." Phoebe said.
"I can't." Helga said.
"Why?"
"I won't get closure if I keep running." Helga said in an exasperated tone.
"You can do this...I promise."Phoebe said.
"Thanks Pheebs." Helga smiled a little.
"You're welcome." Phoebe hung up, and Helga laid on the couch staring at the ceiling lost in thought.
Arnold finished the window and stood back to look at his work. You couldn't even tell the window was broken. He glanced at his watch. Helga had been in her office for five hours. He decided he had time to call Gerald before making dinner.
"Hello?" Gerald answered on the second ring.
"Gerald. Hey man." Arnold sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Arnold. How is it going?" Gerald asked casting a wink at Phoebe across the room.
"We kissed, and then...made out on the stairs." Arnold said bluntly.
"That's good." Gerald said with a laugh.
"No it's not I'm even more confused than before." Arnold said miserably.
"You know what I think?" Gerald asked.
"No, what?" Arnold asked with a heavy sigh.
"I think you need to quit beating around the bush with this." Gerald said honestly.
"What do you mean?"
"Did you ever once in your life stand up to Helga? Or tell her to back off?"
"No."
"Exactly...there's so much anger, and passion...it's been a lifetime in the making, and it needs to come out some how." Gerald said and Arnold thought he had a point.
"I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. You need to get it all out and off your chest...you need a real good knock down drag out fight. That's what you both need to move on. Your relationship can't survive without it." Gerald said.
"A knock down drag out fight? I don't think so." Arnold said shaking his head.
"It'd be good for you." Gerald insisted.
"Do you have those with Phoebe?" Arnold asked and Gerald laughed.
"Of course...and the make-up sex...is amazing."
Arnold rolled his eyes. Gerald always did have trouble keeping his mind on subject and out of the gutter. The problem was now that Gerald mentioned it make-up sex sounded pretty amazing, and if the way she responded to him on the stairs were any indication Helga would be no exception.
"I shouldn't be thinking about this." Arnold said with a sigh.
"You're a man...it's natural...besides Helga aint bad looking." Gerald pointed out.
"No, she's not."
"So...take my advice...get it out, and over with." Gerald said.
"I'll think about it. I have to go. Thanks for...whatever you do." Arnold said with a laugh.
"Later man." Gerald hung up.
"So what do you think?" Phoebe asked laying down on the bed next to Gerald after he hung up.
"About what?" He asked playing stupid.
"Arnold, and Helga." She said rolling her eyes.
"I give it a week." Gerald said pulling her close.
"Until what?" She asked suddenly confused.
"Until they either make up...or kill each other." Gerald said kissing her.
"She loves him." Phoebe said when he broke away.
"Mhm..."Gerald peeled her shirt over her head.
"Do you think he loves her?" Phoebe asked.
"I don't know...I know I love you...is that helpful?" He asked kissing down her neck.
"Yeah...that's helpful." She said with a laugh.
Arnold went up the stairs a few hours later to get Helga. He opened the door to her office only to find it empty. He moved to her desk. He didn't want to be nosey, but he couldn't help looking at the open laptop, and the writing on the screen.
Hannahs hands begged to touch Andrew as they raced across his chest in a rush. This couldn't be happening. Not to her after so many years of longing,aching, and wanting. Finally, his lips were the ones pressed against hers. He held her like he loved, her and kissed her like he wanted her, but deep inside there was still a fear of rejection. She wanted to taste him, and feel him move, but if he rejected her now he heart could not survive. She trembled in his embrace from both want, and fear. How could you want and fear someone so much at the same time? Hannah didn't know. All she knew was that right now every fantasy she ever had was coming true, and she was terrified.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"Helga yelled storming across the room she slammed the laptop lid closed.
"I'm sorry I came to get you for dinner...it was open...I was curious." He admitted.
"Don't ever go through my laptop again." She said.
"Alright I won't I promse." He said trying to make peace.
"When the book is finished you can buy it like everyone else." She said moving away from the desk.
"Do they finally get together?" Arnold asked.
"Who?"
"Hannah, and Andrew." He motioned at the computer, and her eyes followed.
"I don't know." She said softly, and there was something in her eyes he'd never seen before.
"I hope they do." He offered, and she rolled her eyes.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"It's time for dinner." He said with a sigh as he watched the walls come back in place.
"Ok fine. Lead the way football head." She said.
"What did you call me?" He asked.
"Football head. Why you got a problem with that?" She asked with an attitude that dared him to stop her.
"No." He exited the room grinding his teeth. She drove him crazy.
They walked down the stairs in silence into the kitchen where dinner was set up neatly on the table. This time there were no candles. Arnold was trying to pull back from the intimacy they had been creating.
"What'd you make football head?" She asked moving beside him, and he ground his teeth.
"Stop calling me that." He said clenching his fists.
"What?" She asked, but he knew she was doing it on purpose.
"Why do you like to hurt people?" He asked suddenly. It was a random time to ask, but it was a question that had burned in his brain since the day they had met.
"Becuase I've been hurt." She said simply.
"That's not an excuse."He said.
"Isn't it?" She asked.
"No." He challenged.
"I don't need your approval." She said putting her hands on her hips in a typical Helga stance.
"You're so confusing Helga...you push the people who want to be close away. You keep yourself walled in. Don't you get lonely?" He asked calming down.
"No. I like my privacy." She said.
"I mean emotionally...you're walled in...I try to climb in with you, and instead of helping me..you just make it harder...why?"
"If there's a wall that you can't climb it's because YOU built it." She said.
"I built it?" He asked in complete confusion. He saw the fire burning in her eyes.
"Yeah football head YOU built it. Brick by freaking brick. I tried to...for years I tried, and you built this wall between us...so don't blame me for blocking you out...you locked me in." She said.
He stood there staring at her. He didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking about, but he guess it went back to her thinking love was a prison. She certainly was a passionate person nobody would ever tell him otherwise.
"Helga...whatever I did...I'm sorry." He said.
"You're sorry?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." He said.
"Sorry...doesn't mean anything to me Arnold...words are cheap." She said sadly with a shrug.
She tried to move past him, and he caught her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving football head." She said with a biting tone.
"No you're not...we're not done here."He said.
"Yeah we are." She said trying to pull free, but he held on.
"No, we're not. I'm so sick of you pushing me around. You're going to stand here, and listen to what I have to say, and for once in your life you're going to listen." He said.
"I'm not listening to anything you have to say football head." She said.
"Go ahead...say it...say it one more time...I dare you." He said through clenched teeth.
She smiled a sick, twisted smile. Like a person who was about to light another on on fire. She leaned in close. So close that he could almost taste her.
"Football head..."She said, and he snapped.
He grabbed her by both shoulder gripping them hard enough he knew she would bruise. He pulled her body against his. Then he kissed her, hard, and demanding. At first he just wanted to shock her, and get her to shut up, but as soon as he tasted her lips, and felt her body again. He was lost. He wanted her.
She moaned, and he slid his tongue into her mouth. She bit it lightly. His hands left her shoulders to grip her waist just as hard. Her hands clawed up his back. She tasted just like he knew she would. Fiery, and sweet. He moved his hands down over her hips, and she clutched him closer. He lifted her, and she let out a squeak of surprise, but didn't stop him. He walked until he could set her on the edge of the table. His lips leaving hers to trail down her neck igniting a fire in both of them. She pulled at his shirt.
"Helga...I..."He tried to apologize, but she caught his lips in hers kissing him deeeply.
"Shhhh...just shut up." She said breathlessly when she pulled away.
She sunk her teeth into his neck hard enough it hurt. He gripped the table on either side of her. Her fingers slid under his shirt, and pulled upwards. He stepped back to help her pull it over his head.
"Wait...wait.."She said, and he thought she was going to run off again. Instead she reached behind her, and with one sweep cleared off the table. The fine plates crashed to the floor along with the foor he had prepared, but she lay back on the table, and he didn't notice.
He leaned over her kissing everywhere he could. Her neck, her cheeks, her ears. His hands tangling in her hair. Her hands went to his belt, and began pulling on the buckle. He moved his from her hair to strip her shirt over her head. She had on a hot pink bra, and he loved her even more. Her skin was so soft, and creamy. He couldn't resist touching her.
"This doesn't change anything...I hate you." She said in a seething tone as her fingers undid his zipper.
"Right back at you." He said.
"Show me what you got...football head." She said.
He slid her further up onto the table, and in an effort to climb on with her the table crunched briefly before crashing to the floor. Helga crushed between him, and the table. She let out a noise, and he bit her ear.
"You alright buttercup?" He teased.
"Just shut up. I'm fine." She said raking her nails down his back, and her knew she liked it...he knew because he did too.
A couple of brief, but exausting minutes later Helga stood up from the floor/table, and he looked at her back as she did so. It had deep scratches in it from the table, and he had no doubt his back matched hers from her nails.
"Clean up this mess."She said in a cold voice.
He didn't reply, and she left the kitchen leaving him sitting there. Slightly less frustrated, but twice as confused.
So I hope you like this chapter...I hope the anger, passion, lust, and angst came across as accurately as I felt it when I wrote it. Let me a review!
