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"So let me get this straight. You asked Helga G. Pataki to go to Slausen's with you tomorrow at... what time again?"

"..."

"Don't tell me you forgot the time."

"Well..."

"Man! The first rule to asking a girl out is remembering the place AND time! How is she gonna know when to show up? If she comes too early and waits, she'll think that you blew her off!"

"But what if she comes too late?" Arnold dumbly asked.

"SHE'LL THINK YOU BLEW HER OFF!" Gerald shouted into the phone, making Arnold move the receiver away.

"And more importantly, this is Helga we're talking about. She'll not only be angry that you made her wait, she'll think you were playing with her feelings. You could lose her friendship forever!"

...and her love... Arnold thought.

"How could I be so stupid?" he faceplamed.

"Well..." Gerald started, remembering all the times his friend was that dense.

"Gerald..."

"Ok, Ok, fine. You call her and tell her the time, and everything's fine. I'll go. Talk to you later." Gerald said, about to put the receiver down.

"Wait Gerald, I'm not done yet."

"Ok, well... what tips do you need?"

"Well... you know... what kind of clothes to wear, how to act, stuff like that." he said a little fast.

"This is a date at Slausen's, right?"

"Yes..."

"And this is in the afternoon, correct?"

"Yeah..."

"Dress casual. It's ice cream, Arnold, not dinner and a movie."

"Ok, but how should I act?"

"Do you really need to ask that?"

"Uh..."

Gerald sighed. "Just be yourself. Everyone likes you that way, especially Helga. Don't be something you're not. It would also be good if you too found something in common."

"Thanks Gerald."

"Don't mention it."

On the other side of town...

"Pheebs, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna wear?" Helga asked, calling Phoebe over the phone.

"Helga, calm down. Explain the situation once more, please."

"Arnold asked me to Slausen's tomorrow and I need your help in what to wear and how to act."

"Oh, this is very exciting, Helga!" Phoebe said, truly happy for her friend.

"I know it is, but it won't be exciting if the date is a disaster! What an I gonna do? What am I gonna wear? I can't mess this up!" Helga said, a little worried. Or a LOT worried.

"Well, Helga, this is a casual date, so I would recommend that you dress the way you always would."

"Ok, that makes sense. But how should I act?"

"Attempt to be a little more sociable with him, and try to find a bond that both of you share."

"Gotcha."

"Oh, and Helga?"

"Yeah Pheebs?"

"Don't bully Arnold. Since it's obvious he knows your attraction to him, it would really hurt the cause if you attempt to cover it up. It also might draw himself away."

"Right." Helga let out a sigh. "Thanks Pheebs. You're the best."

"No trouble at all, Helga."

NEXT DAY

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Four rings.

Helga woke up from her dreams with the annoying ring of her house phone. Trudging out of bed, she picked it up with a temper.

"Who the heck's calling at 5 in the morning? Criminy, don't you have a life?" Helga answered the phone groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"It's me, Helga." she heard a familiar voice say.

"ARNOLD?" Helga gasped, instantly waking up.

"Yeah. And don't worry, I'm very much alive." he chuckled.

"Then why are you calling at 5 in the morning?" she asked, ignoring her heart flutter.

"Well, I remembered that I never did tell you what time to arrive at Slausen's yesterday so..." he trailed, twisting the phone cord with his fingers.

"You said tomorrow afternoon, football head." she said, raising part of her eyebrow.

"I know that, but I forgot to give you the actual time."

"Oh. Well, 1pm works for me."

"Ok, great, I'll see you then."

"You better, football head. See ya later."

"Bye Helga." he said, hanging up the phone.

Arnold let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

That was nerve-racking. Did I...just flirt with her?, he thought, lying back on his red couch. He sighed. I'm such a mess... he soon drifted back to sleep.

#%&*

Helga collapsed back to her bed, giving a lovesick sigh.

He flirted with me! And he confirmed our date! Will wonders ever cease?...she drifted blissfully off to sleep, the Arnold possibilities endless.

AxH AXH AXH

That's all for now! I told you I'd update soon! Don't know when I'll update again. Review Please and don't forget to check out the poll on my profile page! The chapters are in the works. :D