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Helga pulled out of her sister's driveway, with no real destination in mind. Arnold sat beside her, watching as she mindlessly made random turns and took unknown side streets.

"Where're we going?" he asked, subconsciously bopping his head to the music that filtered through her speakers.

"I dunno. Just feel the pull, ya know?" she looked at him with a smirk, and he nodded with a smile. The 'pull' was something he knew all about. It led him to her – he was not going to underestimate it.

"So, will we start working north tonight?" Arnold spoke again, and Helga sighed, shaking her head, then pulled onto a small side street. She stepped out of the car, and he followed, curious as to why she pulled over.

"Nah, Olga wants us to stay with her and Dan for the night, and we can head straight home tomorrow." Arnold nodded his understanding, finally looking at the shop they were entering.

Johnni's Tattoo Parlor.

"Uh, Helga, what're we doing here?" he stalled her at the door, to which she looked up at the pink neon sign, and smirked.

"What do you think we're doing here, Football Head?" was her cryptic reply as she entered the door she was holding open. Arnold let loose an acerbated sigh, but shrugged and entered the tattoo parlor after her. He found her at the counter, exactly how she was at the sink brushing her teeth, looking over a book of tattoos.

"So, this'll be your first ink job, right?" the man behind the counter asked, to which Helga nodded absentmindedly while motioning for Arnold to join her.

"Yup, I don't know about Arnoldo here, but I know exactly what I want." The man smirked at her determination, then motioned for her to follow him to the back room.

"Well then, my name is Ivan, and I will be your Tattoo Artist for this evening." Helga replied with her own smirk, signaling Arnold to come with her. Somehow, Arnold felt the need to follow – not because he was worried for her safety, but merely because he was overly curious.

Ivan had Helga sit on the bed that reminded both teens of an evolved dentist's chair. Immediately, Helga pulled her jeans down to expose her hip bone, ready to tell the man what she wanted done.

"I would like palm-sized peace sign, with a banner waving through it that says 'The Word'." Needless to say, Ivan was amazed. Most girls her age wanted something feminine, like a heart or a butterfly; or, if they came in with their boyfriends like Helga did, they wanted each other's names.

"Well, before I get started, I'm going to need you to sign a waver."

"Of course."

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Several hours and one modest bill later, Helga had her peace-adorn hip under a bandage, and was trying to convince Arnold getting a tattoo is not so bad if he gets the right one.

"Come on, Football Head, it can be on your one of your triceps, and it doesn't have to be that big."

But Arnold wasn't having any of it; that is, until Helga sighed, and looked at him somberly.

"Will you at least hear out my idea, Arnold? I think you might actually like it." That caught his attention, and soon Arnold and Ivan were leaning over Helga's shoulders, watching as she poorly sketched out what she had in mind.

A French style cross with a banner across the long part; inside the banner simply read 'Miles + Stella'. Looking over it, Arnold nearly choked, and when Helga and Ivan turned to him, he couldn't speak, only nod.

Helga . . . how did she, does she . . . ?

He couldn't finish the thought, for as soon as he tried, he looked at her, and she had this knowing and compassionate smile on her face. He swooped in to kiss her, and she could feel the care on his lips.

"Okay." Was all he said as he followed Ivan into the back room, signed the waver, and lifted up his right-arm sleeve.

Another couple hours later, and Arnold and Helga were standing at the counter thanking Ivan for the wonderful work he did. On a whim, Helga spotted a clock on the far wall, and gasped.

"Shit! Is that the time? Ivan, nice work again, but Arnold and I need to hit the beach to keep an appointment we have. Just put his ink on my bill." She shouted over her shoulder as she dragged Arnold out but his wrist. As she let go to unlock her car, Arnold leaned against his door.

"Helga, why did you pay for my tattoo?" She just looked at him with a smile, before unlocking and opening her door.

"Think of it as an apology gift for all the times I was mean to you, and all the stuff I'm putting you through on our little trip." She explained as she benevolently slid into the driver's seat. Arnold was stunned for another moment longer, before smiling and climbing into the seat beside her.

"So, why are we going to the beach?" She smirked, allowing the casual street signs to guide her to her destination.

"Dan said he could teach us how to surf before we head out – and since we leave tomorrow morning, Dan and Olga decided tonight would be best." Arnold looked at her stunned for a moment, before smiling and taking her hand from the shifter.

"And how is it this is the first time I'm hearing of this?" Her smirk grew crafty at his question, before parking in an empty parking spot in the lot over-looking the beach. She didn't answer him until she had already removed herself from the car, and bent back in to address him.

"Because we conferred over this while you were conveniently in the bathroom." And she shut the door. Arnold thought that sentence over for a moment, before laughing and removing himself from the car as well. Following her down the provided path, he stumbled a few times before reaching the other three. Olga was in a suit, laying on a beach towel and taking Helga's shirt and jeans as the younger Pataki stripped to her bra and panties. Dan sat next to Olga - clad in swim trunks – rubbing wax onto one of the boards the group had.

Taking his cue from Helga, Arnold peeled off his shirt and jeans, revealing plaid orange boxers. As he sat down to remove his socks and shoes, he heard Olga giggle, and when he looked, he found Helga smirking at him from over her sister's shoulder.

"Oh, Arnold, that is so adorable! You and Baby Sister really must be a good couple if you match your under clothes!" She giggled again, and when Arnold finally realized what she was talking about, he blushed a deep shade of red.

Helga was wearing her traditional orange bra, but had sprung to wear orange, female underwear-shorts. Before Arnold could reply, Helga stepped over to him and moved to whisper in his ear.

"That's alright, Football Head; orange is my favorite color. Although I'd much rather see them off you. Hey Dan, are we gonna get started or what?!" She turned to shout at her future brother-in-law, and Arnold, albeit embarrassed, was suddenly excited without a care or fear.

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Arnold was soaking wet and heaving as he reclined in the sand, Helga between his legs and on his chest as the four of them watched the sunset. Dan and Olga were in a near identically position, and the four surfboards were posted in the beach behind them. He began mindlessly tracing the peace sign on her hip, and she involuntarily shuddered.

With a smirk, he continued to stroke her sensitive flesh as he kissed her neck, making her gasp with pleasure. In retaliation, she began to caress his thighs with one hand, and used the other to pet his head and neck.

"Crimmney, Football Head, you sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"Mmhmm." Was the sound he made against her skin, and she giggled, running the surfing lessons through her mind again.

Earlier:

Dan had decided, with great amusement, that it would be better if Arnold and Helga were to learn how to surf on the baby surge waves that were a few feet away from breaking on the shore. For Arnold, the first few times were absolute torture, emphasized by Helga's insistence that her sister record the whole affair. For those first, tedious baby waves, he was mercilessly knocked off the board time and again.

Helga, on the other hand, seemed to have the natural ability to pick up on things. She was only forced from her board twice before she appeared to have mastered the ability to balance. Currently, after having quite a few good runs, she was resting on the beach next to her sister, videoing what was deemed Arnold's Last Run.

"Yeah, Football Head! Show that wave who's boss!" She shouted, waving an arm enthusiastically while trying to keep the camera steady on her beloved.

Spurred on by her words and a push from Dan, Arnold caught the next wave, quickly getting to his feet. It may have been a short ride, and he may have done nothing but allow the wave to carry him straight to the shore; he still felt proud as all hell when his feet touched the wet sand. Helga screamed in joy, and carefully set her camera on the blanket before rushing towards Arnold, and tackled him into the surf.

"Arnold! You did it, you stayed on the board! That was great!" she gleamed with pride, before kissing him soundly on the mouth.

Arnold was quickly discovering that the greatest and most prideful moments he was having, were with Helga.

Present:

Finally, the chilly wind from the ocean was encroaching on the group as the sun disappeared on the horizon. They had all long-since dried, but still shivered as they stood and packed, heading towards their separate cars.

"We'll see you both in a little while." Olga hugged them both as if they were leaving tonight. Helga smiled, and held Arnold's hand as she stopped her sister for a moment.

"Actually, Olga, we're going to go to dinner. So we'll see you a little bit later." Olga and Dan nodded, before taking off their own old little Volvo. Well, Dan climbed in; Olga stopped for a minute, then turned to look at the other pair.

"Just don't stay out too late, remember you have to leave early in the morning." The two eighteen year olds smiled at her, then each other, before climbing in Helga's car.

After driving around for fifteen minutes, they finally decided on just pulling into a Burgerville. They both ordered just burger baskets and chocolate milkshakes, before secluding themselves in a corner booth. They got to know each other more so than they had during their whole relationship. They joked about memories and futures, and decided next time they go to Burgerville they were going to play on the play structure.

Arnold had always thought that a date was supposed to be this huge ordeal, with a long wait on the girl while she was in the bathroom, flowers, and an expensive restaurant. But he found that Helga really wasn't too into the overly-impressive dates. She was content to have their first date in a cheapo burger joint, with food that was hit-or-miss amazing/crappy.

When he asked her about why she was like that, she just smirked and stole one of his French Fries, slapping it onto her burger.

"I'm like that because unlike most of the girls we know, I prefer company over cash-count." Arnold thought that over for a moment, before he smiled.

He wouldn't want their first date any other way.