Enjoy the story. Hey Arnold doesn't belong to me.

"Hiya Arnold, Helga!" greeted Sid along with his friend Stinky.

"Are you two back together? We aren't interrupting nothn'n are we?" asked Stinky. They were nearing the front of the line to the ticket counter.

"Uh," Arnold began before he was quickly cut-off.

"Nope, just watching the movie as friends," Helga interrupted. "Are you guys watching the new Evil Twin movie too?"

"We sure are!" Sid exclaimed. "I hear this one is like a thousand times gorier than the first five. I'm sure that it's going to be a good one"

"Then we should watch the movie together, the more the merrier, right Arnold?" said Helga as she jabbed Arnold's arm with her elbow.

"Sounds great, Helga," there was a hint of annoyance in Arnold's voice. "But I don't want to impose on Iggy. He already agreed to let me and Helga in. I don't want to ask him to let even more underage teenagers in. He could lose his job."

"Iggy's cool. He lets all of his friends in." Sid said. He was too dense to realize Arnold's subtle plea to have them go watch another movie and leave he and Helga alone.

They met Iggy at the front of the line. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses; instead he wore a movie theater uniform. Arnold paid and Iggy gave everyone their tickets without asking for any identification.

"Hey Arnoldo, since I paid for the dinner we didn't get to enjoy, please be a dear and grab me a jumbo-sized bucket of pop-corn, an ice-cream bar, and a large soda." Helga demanded as the group entered the building. "I'm starving."

"Whatever you say, Helga." Arnold waited in line as the rest of the group made their way to the theater.

When he arrived in their theater, he realized that Stinky and Sid sat on both sides of Helga. The three had been in a deep conversation about zombie plans and ways to defend themselves during a zombie apocalypse.

"Since Helga and I are sharing this popcorn, would you mind if I sat between you and Helga?" asked Arnold as he approached his friends.

"I don't mind holding the popcorn for you two." Stinky smiled.

Arnold only glared at him.

"Uh, I mean, no problem Arnold. I'll trade seats with you." Stinky quickly made room for Arnold.

The lights dimmed and the movie started. Occasionally Helga would watch Arnold out of the corner of her eye until they made eye contact. They both would look away until he would be the one staring at her until another awkward moment arrived when their eyes would catch one another.

"Haha, that really bites," laughed Stinky as a zombie attacked one of the minor characters.

"Boy-howdy, that guy should have seen that coming!" Sid commented excitedly.

This is stupid," Helga whispered to Arnold. "The leading lady is holding the hero back. I bet he could have already gotten out of the haunted house if it wasn't for her."

"I'm sure that she's really important to him. He would do whatever it takes to unsure they are both safe." Arnold whispered into Helga's ear.

"But she's so unoriginal and boring." Helga argued, "Girls like her are a dime a dozen. I'm sure he would have no trouble finding another just like her."

"I'm sure the creators are leaving out a lot of important facts that help her character development for the sake of time. Maybe she has children, is a talented artist, or she's a devoted volunteer for the orphanage." Arnold leaned closer to her ear. His lips almost brushed against her. "I think he would do anything for this girl. This one must be extra special."

It was obvious to Helga he was not only talking about the movie. She leaned back in her chair and grabbed a fist full of popcorn. "She's just a stupid blond bimbo. If he knew what was good for him he would have left her there to die."

"You are not a stupid blond bimbo!" Arnold yelled. Looking around, he could tell that many people in the movie theater were upset with his sudden outburst. He shrunk in his red velvet theater chair and blushed. "I mean, she's not a stupid blond bimbo to him. I'm sure he loves her enough that he would be happy to die for her safety," he whispered.

Helga nearly choked on her popcorn. "Whatever, football-head," she blushed.

"Are you okay, Arnold?" Stinky asked.

"What was that about?" Sid asked as he leaned over Helga.

"I'm good." Arnold stammered. "Just watch the movie."

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The movie ended with a predictable ending. Stinky and Sid went their separate ways while Arnold offered, with much protest from Helga, to walk her home. It was only nine in the evening. A few stars could be seen behind clouds that were illuminated by an almost full moon. "I had fun tonight," Arnold said with a smile.

"Sure, getting chased out of a restaurant, running for our lives, and watching a crappy movie is my idea of fun," Helga replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, so everything didn't turn out just like I planned. I doesn't mean tonight was a bad one. I really enjoyed being with you." They were almost at Helga's house. Arnold stopped by a familiar old automobile and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket.

"I didn't know you brought the Packard, why didn't we just drive to the movies?" Helga asked.

Tonight was such a beautiful night. I wanted to enjoy the nice weather by walking. Your house wasn't that far from everything anyways." He walked towards the trunk and opened it. He retrieved a guitar case.

"What are you going to do now? Serenade me?" Helga stormed off towards her house.

"Yes actually." Yelled Arnold as he slammed the trunk and ran after the angry blond girl. There's no denying that "Operation: Win Helga's affections" was a total failure but he had one more trick up his sleeve. His guitar was his plan B. This was his last chance.

Beginning his 8th grade year, Arnold received an old acoustic guitar for his birthday. He named her Betsy, after the name Helga bestowed on one of her deadly fists. It was a joke between the two but the name stuck. Arnold soon realized he was a natural at playing guitar and quickly mastered the instrument. With Betsy, he learned that he had a passion for music. He learned to read music and play a variety of instruments such as the saxophone, trumpet, trombone, snare drum, and piano. He could often be found in his high school's band room playing something new but his love for the guitar was always the strongest.

"Arnold, please. Just give it up. I'm not going to cry and fall in your arms and beg for your forgiveness. Tonight is not the night were we get back together only to break up again in our near future." She was holding back tears. "Just leave me alone!"

"Helga! Stop being so hard on yourself. I'm sick and tired of you bringing yourself down. You need to stop this and love yourself like I love you. You need to love the way are and stop pushing me away. You can't get rid of me that easy." Arnold never raised his voice like that to her. He was shaking in frustration. "You're being such a self-loathing baby!"

"Fuck you!" She screamed as tears ran down her face. She unlocked the front door, ran inside, and slammed the door in Arnold's face.

"Okay, that may not have been the right thing to say," Arnold said to himself as his head fell in his palm. He set his guitar case on her stoop, feeling defeated. He watched it for a few minutes, deep in thought. Without realizing it, he opened the case and brought out his guitar. As he tuned the strings mindlessly he thought he would try one more thing. He and Betsy made their way to Helga's backyard.

It's almost done! Only one more chapter to go!

I think my writing style has definitely improved since I started this thing. I'm excited to see how much better I get after I finish a few more short fanfics.

I always thought that Arnold would be a musician as he got older. I'm reminded of the Spelling Bee episode where Arnold plans to spend his winnings on a keyboard. I have also always thought that when teamed up with Helga, the two could be an amazing musical duo with Arnold playing the music and Helga writing it. I'm sure everyone agrees with me when I say that I think Arnold and Helga are freaking perfect for each other. Awe :3

-Twelvepercent :D