Hey! A new story is up: Part Time Agent, Part Time Kid, Full Time Crushed (PTAPTKFTC). *Such a mouthful* Check it out!
Warning: To be Honest, I had a bit of writer's block with some of the scenes and they may not turn out too good. Be prepared for slight OOCness.
Helga's POV
Well, I'm finally here. I just hope everything can go well for once in my life.
"Welcome, everyone." Rhonda said as everyone had finally arrived, sitting down at a large, glass table at the center of the ballroom.
"Now, at precisely 7:15, the doors will be locked to anyone other than our celebrity of the evening, as you all know, Cecelia NightGale." Applause and cheers were heard. "She'll be worth the grand I payed for."
Princess payed 1,000 dollars for me? Criminy!
Arnold looked over to her with a grin. "See? Aren't you glad you came?"
"Yup. So happy." She responded a little nervously.
"This is so awesome!"
"Man, it is so cool!"
"I can't wait to hear her play guitar!"
People were talking to each other about how awesome the party would be.
Hold the phone... Helga froze. Did she just say... guitar? Criminy, I forgot it! Then again...maybe that's a good thing...
"So, furthermore, I hope you all have an extravagant time. You are all dismissed."
Everyone rushed out to enjoy the party, sample some finger foods and snacks (Or all in Harold's case) and dancing along to the music supported by the DJ and holding party favors. In all, everybody was having a good time.
"Hey, Princess?" Helga asked, walking up to the host. "When the heck is Cecelia NightGale getting here?"
"According to her manager, she should be here at about 7:30."
Helga checked her watch. 7:06.
I guess it wouldn't hurt to have some fun for once...
**TSLOHP**
"Hey Helga, we've you been?" Arnold asked, filling some juice in a cup. "You missed the first few songs."
"Oh, you know, just talking with Pheebs." She rubbed her foot on the floor. "So, fun party, huh?"
"Yeah, I-"
"Ok, the song for the night, 'Great Time' By Squirrel Town and Surly Girl Respon!" the DJ announced.
"Whoa-oh-oh-oh
It's always a great time
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
It's always a great time
Woke up on the right side of the bed,
what's up with this King song inside my head?..."
There was a few seconds silence.
"So, do you, maybe, I don't know, what to-" Arnold asked.
Helga's phone rang, interrupting him. Criminy, who is it?
"Sorry, Arnold, I need to take this." Olga was calling.
She snuck away from the crowd to the other side of building. An empty bathroom was conveniently there, right next to one of the back doors.
Perfect.
She slipped in unnoticed and called Olga back.
"Baby sister, you left your guitar here!"
"Doi, of course I left it there. How was I going to explain carrying a 5 foot case?"
"Well, your friends are expecting Cece there in about 12 minutes though."
Helga's eyes widened. "What? The last time I checked, it was barely 7:10!"
"Helga, it's 7:20 now."
"Criminy!" She sighed. "Fine. Olga, bring the guitar over here and leave it next to the front door."
"What about you?"
"I have to change, Olga, before it's too late. It's already 7:23 and I barely have enough time!"
"Ok, then. Bye, Helga!"
"Bye."
7:33, Rhonda's Front Door
"Hello." Cecelia said, holding her guitar case as Rhonda opened the door. "Sorry I'm late. It's just so hard to get good help these days."
Rhonda waved it off. "What's a few minutes? Welcome to my abode."
**TSLOHP**
Rhonda took the microphone from the stand. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I welcome Cecelia NightGale!"
Applause.
"Thanks for having me here, Rhonda. Now, I have a song I would like to share with you all. It's called, 'You Belong With Me'."
A gentle hum from the guitar quieted everyone and she started singing.
"You're on the phone
with your girlfriend ‒ she's upset
She's going off
about something that you said
'cause she doesn't get your humor like I do..."
Arnold was leaning against the table, checking his phone.
How long should a phone call take? Helga's never been on the phone this long. He sighed, listening to the music.
"...But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time..."
She sings with so much...intensity. Like's she's been through this personally.
He thought back. Helga was always the girl to always hang with the boys almost never give in to 'girly' things. She would always wear jeans and a t-shirt, not something uncomfortable just because it looked good.
Teasing him or not, she always stuck by him whenever he needed it.
Except now.
"...And you've got a smile
That could light up this whole town.
I haven't seen it in awhile
Since she brought you down.
You say you're fine -
I know you better than that.
Hey, what you doing
With a girl like that?..."
I can always be myself around Helga, and not pretend to do like something like when I was with Rosemary. Why was I even with her?
"...I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry.
I know your favorite songs,
And you tell me about your dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know it's with me..."
She could always tell when I'm feeling down... Arnold sighed, listening to the last words of the song.
"...Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me."
Arnold clapped along with everyone else, and could have sworn that he saw her wink at him.
"Thank you, everyone. Hope you all enjoyed that. Any questions?"
Cheers and hands shot up like lightning.
"...Yes?" she picked a random girl.
"When's your next album coming out?"
"Hmm, I think in a couple of months. You, there, in the blue shirt."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
"No, and I hope it stays that way." Lier. "One more."
"Yes there A-" she bit her tongue to say that name. "- in the football shaped head."
"Was your song based on loving someone?"
Cecelia gulped. "...Yes, it was. About seeing how much it hurts to see your loved one with the wrong person."
The crowd was silent.
..."Ok, then. Miss Cecelia NightGale, everyone!"
The crowd resumed the normal stamina and cheered, and with Rhonda's help, she got out of the house safely and uninjured.
But a question was still on our football headed hero. And he wasn't soon to get answers...
7:50 PM, Rhonda's House
"Hey Arnold." Helga said, stepping into view. She sat down next to him on the floor.
"Hey."
"I'm sorry, Arnold. I just kind of abandoned you back there." she rubbed her arm.
"It's ok. I guess that's for this summer, huh?"
"Yeah."
"The first slow song of the evening!" The DJ announced, putting on 'Keep on Loving You' by Reo Redwagon.
"You should've seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin missin
You should've known by the tone of my voice, maybe..."
They looked at each other, then turned away, blushing.
"...Um, Helga?" He asked, looking over to all the couples slow dancing and some kissing.
"Yeah, Arnold?"
"Would you...Like to dance with me? Because if you don't I would completely understand-"
"Arnold, I...would love to." her eyes downcast, a soft pink tinting her cheeks.
He helped her off the floor and positioned themselves in the traditional dancing pose.
"So..."
"So..."
"How come you left?" Arnold asked, giving her a twirl.
"Uh, Girl stuff."
"Oh." Enough said.
The two continued to dance in silence, silently enjoying each other's company.
Oh, Arnold, my sweet, dancing with you, holding me close, brings me the greatest and unprecedented joy. If you could only further interpret the soliloquy that my famous counterpart sang, and realize that I am the one who truly cares...
She rested her head on his shoulder.
Arnold gave a small smile.
It's like she belongs right here with me... and I never want to let her go.
He let out a sigh. Then, he started to feel weird. His stomach felt twisted, his palms a little sweaty, and a little nervous.
"Uh, Helga?"
"Yes, Arnold?"
"I need to use the bathroom."
"Ok." she responded quietly as he left. She gave a lovesick grin, looking after him.
**TSLOHP**
"Gerald, can I talk to you a second?" Arnold asked, managing to find Gerald in the crowd.
Gerald kissed Phoebe on the cheek. "Be right back babe."
"Yeah, man?" he turned back to Arnold.
"Can we go to somewhere private?"
**TSLOHP**
"So let me get this straight."Gerald asked, pacing one of the bathrooms. "You were dancing with Helga, then you got a stomachache, nervous and your hands started getting a little sweaty."
Arnold nodded, sitting on the counter.
"And you felt really comfortable next to her, like you never wanted to let go?"
"Yeah..."
"And you could always talk to her for hours and never get bored?"
"Is there a point to this?"
"Sounds like you caught the lovesickness, my man."
Helga's POV
Nothing went wrong.
Criminy, I still can't believe it. Other than a small name slip, no one noticed anything different about Cecelia.
Though Arnoldo did ask an oddly specific question (as Cecelia), danced with me, ...Then...just left me alone...
Clifffie! Hope everyone enjoyed this!
I do not own 'You Belong With Me', 'Good Time' or 'Keep On Loving You'
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