There were two things Helga loved on a Saturday morning; waking up next to her boyfriend, and sleeping in. It was two things that both she and Arnold could agree on every week. During weekdays the two could share a bed, but they had classes at different times. On Mondays and Wednesdays the alarm would sound, Arnold would climb out of bed, kiss Helga on the cheek, and get ready for class while she fell back asleep. On Tuesdays and Thursdays it would be Helga to get up early, ruffling his hair before he covered his head with a pillow when she turned off the alarm.

On Saturdays, however, the two did not make plans, they didn't wake up early, and neither woke up alone. Arnold normally woke up before Helga, but never left the bed. She'd feel his fingers trailing up and down her side while she worked up the energy to open her eyes. He'd be playing a game on his phone or checking his email while he waited for her. She would cuddle against him and he'd smile at her. "Good morning, Helga." And she would smile right back.

Near the end of April however, Helga woke up unusually cold on a Saturday. The bed was empty. After a solid month of spending every weekend together, opening her eyes to an empty room took her by surprise. She wasn't aware of any plans he'd made to go out. It wasn't even particularly late in the morning for him to have been out.

She frowned, grumbling as she rolled over to reach her phone on the night stand. A message reminder flashed on her screen as she picked it up. Stupid Arnold. She opened the message and glared. Hey I had to go check on something. I'll be back soon. Sorry.

"Hmph. 'Sorry' he says." She kicked the blankets off of her legs with her good foot, not minding that they fall into the floor. "Stupid Football-head."

"You know I really wish you'd stop calling me that." She turned to him as Arnold shut the door behind him. "I mean we're dating now, do you still have to insult me?"

Helga shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I can't help the shape of your head." She told him simply. "Besides where did you go?"

"I had to go pick up one of these books." He held it out to her. It was a paperbound book with their school logo in the top corner. "It's the student art publication."

The one Duke wrote about Helga for. Her eyes narrowed as she threw the book to the ground. "Why would you want that garbage?"

"He didn't make it in." Arnold reached down and picked the book up off the floor. "I checked it twice and he's not in it."

Helga couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face. "Good. He's a terrible writer anyways." She crossed her arms with a smug grin. "I should have entered to show him what real writing looks like."

Arnold chuckled and kissed her head. "Next year."

"Is that what you left for? To make sure he didn't put a dumb story in a dumb book?"

"Not just that." He sat down next to her. "They just opened up a new study abroad trip for July."

Helga blinked at him, heart sinking in her chest. "And you're going for it?"

"It's to San Lorenzo." He pulled the brochure from his pocket and handed it to her. "We'd go and explore the ruins there and talk to the natives. I could find my parents or at least find out what happened to them."

Helga nodded. She understood. She had to understand. It was the chance of a lifetime for him. "How long?"

"It goes from the beginning of July until school starts in mid-August."

A month and a half. She could make it that long. She had to. "Well. Good luck." She tried to sound honest. She hoped she did.

"Actually." He handed the application to her. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to go alone? Applications just opened up. We both have the grades for it."

She tried not to smile too brightly. "I guess I can go. I get my cast off in a couple more weeks." She smirked instead. "After all, who's going to keep your ass from killing yourself out there in the jungle?"

Arnold laughed and shook his head. "Just don't get yourself hurt saving me this time, alright?" He reached up, catching her fist as she threw a punch towards his shoulder. "I mean it, Helga. No getting hurt."

"Or what?"

His smile grew as he gripped her hand. "Or I might have to stick around until you're better." He kissed her and took her other hand as she reached up to him. "And we don't want that do we?"

"I'll get hurt however I want to." She mumbled. She felt his lips against her neck as her head rolled back. She pushed herself back on the bed, trying to avoid hitting her injured leg against the floor. "I'm already hurt right now though, Arnold-o."

Arnold laughed a little. "Guess I forgot." Her face was flushed, lips in a slight pout. He kissed her lightly again before scooping her up onto the bed. "Better?"

She felt his legs on either side of her hips as he smiled down at her, her arms in his hands against her pillow. "I guess." Her cheeks were burning. They'd been dating for a month, but when he gave her that look she couldn't help the shy blush that burned its way onto her face. "You better take advantage of this while you can," she said softly, "because once I'm better I won't be so easy to pin down."

"I'm looking forward to that." He chuckled, kissing her again. "Until then let's just make the best of it."

She opened her mouth to remark on his cheesy statement. Instead, however, she was interrupted by his lips on hers again and the thought was lost in the back of her mind. She felt her arms being let loose before she wrapped them around him. His hand moved to her side, pushing the long shirt she'd slept in up to her stomach. His lips moved down her neck once again, only breaking contact in order to discard the shirt once and for all.

"Hey Helga?"

"What." She suddenly hated questions.

"I thought these belonged to your roommate." A devilish grin was playing on his lips as he toyed with the small pink bow on her panties.

Her eyes narrowed. "We can stop here, you know." She smiled as his lips met hers again. "I'm so glad I tried to avoid you."

He laughed. "What?"

"I picked this school to be as far as I could be from you. So I could learn to get over you." She rolled her eyes. "We see how well that worked out."

"Well I didn't know you went here. Or else I would have tried to avoid you too."

"Gee thanks." She laughed. "So we both tried for the same class."

"Avoidance 101." He smiled down at her. "I think we failed."

She shrugged a little, meeting his smile. "I think I'm okay with that."

A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who followed/favorited/reviewed/read this little work here. Epilogues are always short! Sorry to make you wait!

So originally the story was going to END after the San Lorenzo trip and they were going to get together during that trip (kind of like the never made Jungle Movie but in college). The scene on the roof was going to be something slightly resembling the scene with Arnold's dad saving his friend and getting hurt. However sometimes stories just play out differently and I'm okay with that if you are.

I also thought I might put Helga's story/poem into the student works but decided against it. Because Helga wouldn't do that when she's typically anonymous in her works. Then I thought maybe Arnold would put her story/poem in there. But he's not one to snoop through her diary (except that one time but he was a kid and didn't know it was hers.) So that's why it ended the way it did.

I hope you all enjoyed it. I had fun writing it. After this I'll probably go back to writing anime fanfictions. Namely Trigun and my all time OTP Vash/Meryl. Please don't read my old stuff. It's so bad. So...so bad...so awful. I was like 14 omg... 10 years ago I was a bad writer. Okay so that's all for now

Thanks again!