Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": To Helga's surprise and happiness, it seemed like it wasn't only Arnold who cared enough about her health to stick around. She was met with the rest of the gang outside, all of them waiting for her to make sure she was ok.

To Helga's surprise yet again, Aaron confessed his feelings for her during their dinner that same night and gave her a small kiss on the cheek as a way for him to say goodbye to those feelings. She went to bed that night feeling very… complicated.

Author's 1st note: Don't know what to say! Enjoy! Badum xD


Chapter 29: "Time for a less than gentle push"

Helga hadn't known what to expect from the following Thursday morning, but that didn't mean she had foreseen this odd happy feeling in her chest. It seemed like, after having things settled with both Arnold and Aaron in a way, she had felt a little freer. She knew where Aaron was standing, Arnold was her ally as usual and she herself was starting to believe a little more in herself. Everything was still a mess though, and she seriously didn't know how to behave the following day.

Helga didn't have to worry though, because everyone was acting normal. No one kept questioning her about her health, no one was breathing down her neck to make sure she wouldn't faint again and, most importantly, Arnold didn't seem to know who she'd dinner with the former night. He may know that it was part of the blackmail, but she still didn't like the thought of him knowing.

To Helga's surprise, Aaron seemed pretty normal too. She hadn't expected him to behave differently or anything, but it was nice to know that her suspicion had been correct: He had simply vented his feelings last night, he didn't expect anything to happen. How stupid would that also be? The first words he heard her saying was one of her usual 'I love Arnold' chants after all. It would have been far too ironic if he had truly fallen in love with her or something.

Aaron didn't seek Helga's attention until lunch. While she was eating with Arnold, Phoebe and Gerald as usual, she suddenly felt a pair of hands bang themselves onto her shoulders. She yelped in shock, but then instantly rolled her eyes, realizing whom those hands belonged to.

"Very funny, Aaron, you almost gave me a heart attack." Helga said and arched her neck until she could see Aaron's face. He just kept looking down at her with a smirk though. "Sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. How are you feeling?"

"Just fine, thank you." Helga answered with a sarcastic smile, though there was a hint of honesty in it. "I should hope so, because guess what you're going to be doing this Saturday?" Aaron asked, giving her shoulders a few pats.

"Oh, God, what now?" Helga asked as she let her head roll forward into its normal position. She noticed the odd stares of the others on the table, though she didn't know why exactly they were giving her those intent looks.

"You're going to be having a party at your house." Aaron answered. Helga's eyes went wide and she slowly turned her head around to look at him in skepticism. "I am what?" she asked in disbelief and with her eyebrows raised.

"I heard a little bird singing about how your dad's out of town for some business or something."

"How do you… No, never mind. I don't wanna know. You have your methods, the same way I do, so I'm not gonna question it."

"Good girl. So, party at Saturday?" Aaron asked. Helga sighed heavily, but nodded her head nonetheless. I feel like a freaking puppet by now, and he's just pulling the strings. "Yeah, sure, party at Helga Pataki's. Spread the rumor, I guess, but only our gang! I don't want any strangers in my house."

"You got it. I'll tell people to bring stuff themselves, so all you have to do is play the hostess, ok?" Aaron suggested and patted Helga's shoulders again. "Oh, aren't you generous?" she asked in mock thankfulness as she looked up at him again. "Yes, I am." He answered, patted her forehead and walked away.

Helga started flapping with her hands in some sort of attempt at pushing Aaron away, even though he was already gone. She growled in annoyance, but still rolled her eyes in amusement, before she turned around to face her friends. They were still staring at her in shock. "… Ok, that's it. Do I have something on my face or something?" she asked.

"Why are you doing what Aaron tells you to?" Gerald asked in disbelief. Helga blinked a couple of times, as she slowly realized where the odd behavior was coming from. She sighed heavily, put her elbow on the table and laid her cheek in her palm. "Because I… sorta owe him a favor." She answered and glanced in Arnold's direction. She could see him frown in realization, but he kept his composure.

"Well, at least it'll be your party and not Rhonda's." Arnold put his hand on Helga's shoulder, in a way trying to disinfect her from Aaron's touch. "You can make a really cool party if you want to." He added with a smile.

Helga smiled back, but sighed a bit. "At least I won't have to worry about drinks and such… assuming that Aaron keeps his promise." She answered and glanced in Aaron's direction. "Look at him! He's already gossiping about it! What is he, one of those tattletales in 'There's no doubt about it'?" she wondered aloud.

"I like the H.C. Andersen reference, Helga." Phoebe chimed in. Helga turned around to face her best friend, having already known that she out of anyone would have got the reference. "Thank you." she answered briefly.

"And if it's any consolation, then I think everyone will be overjoyed at hearing about your party." Phoebe added. Helga sighed a bit, but kept smiling. "No, wait, hold on." Gerald said, making the others look at him. "What are you gonna do about your mom?"

"Easy: I'll send her over to Susie." Helga answered. "Susie?" Phoebe and Gerald repeated in confusion. "Yeah, Susie Kokoshka from the boarding house. Apparently, those two are friends. I think they met during the summer after fourth grade or something." Helga explained and looked at Arnold. "You think Susie would mind babysitting Saturday?"

Arnold snickered at Helga's somewhat cruel question. "I think she'd love the company honestly. Oskar and Susie's been… fighting a little extra lately." He answered. "Really? Whoa, shocker." Gerald said and started laughing, causing the rest of his friends to laugh too.


Before Helga knew it, her party had become the latest gossip. At least within their own little gang. People kept asking her all sorts of questions, but she managed to dismiss the most of them. It was pretty basic questions after all. Like what to bring, when to come and yadda-yadda-yadda.

7pm seemed to have become the most popular choice of when to start the party, and she felt like just going along with whatever her peers wanted. She had an odd feeling of anticipation though, despite her not truly wanting the party as such. It was still going to be her first teen party, and she wanted to try to at least do something for her friends, especially since they had been so sweet just the other day. She hadn't really figured out what though.

When Helga got home that day though and had mentioned hanging out with Susie to her mom, she figured out what she could add to the party. She was surprised she hadn't thought of it before, since it'd also be the perfect way to help her mom. At least for a small amount of time. It'd be like killing two birds with one stone.

So when Saturday arrived and Miriam had gone to the boarding house – even bringing her beloved blender with her – Helga cracked open the liquor cabinet and grabbed all of the bottles within, and there was a lot of them. She placed all of them on the kitchen desks and grabbed some glasses for everyone to use. It was perfect. With all the liquor gone, Miriam would have to take at least a two-day break in her drinking. It was something.

Helga felt silly though, since she was actually debating within herself about what to wear. Since her epiphany from the whole skirt incident, she had started to eye some of her 'I like it, but Helga Pataki wouldn't wear it' clothes, which she had hidden way back in her closet.

Helga had found a few particular items, which she was still debating whether or not she dared to wear. I could always mix it up… Like, wear these denim shorts with the silver belt and put on the black top with the pink skull… It's not like the shorts are short shorts anyway… It could work. She took ahold of the items and put them up in front of her body as she looked in the mirror.

"Why am I being this indecisive? It's my clothes and I'll wear it however the fuck I want!" Helga declared with determination in her voice and laid the clothes on her bed. She pulled off her top and was about to grab the shorts, until she decided to look at herself in the mirror. She eyed her black underwear, which was… well, just black.

"… It probably won't happen, but… it is a party… and Arnold's gonna be there… and I'm gonna wear that. Maybe I should, just in case… I'm not being presumptuous or anything, right? Better safe than sorry, right?" Helga wondered aloud and went for her underwear drawer. "I-It's just in case…" she repeated before pulling out a different set of underwear. She eyed the pink and black underwear for a bit. "What it is it with me and plaid stuff? Must be Arnold's fault…"

It didn't take Helga too long to change into her outfit: The black denim shorts, a black top with a pink skull on it and a silver belt – And with the pink, plaid underwear beneath. "Yeah… this works. I can do this… M-Maybe I should put on some jeans instead…?" she wondered while she turned around to look at her backside.

Her eyes went wide. "Yeah, jeans it is!" she decided and practically ripped off the shorts. She looked at them apologetically while she went to her closet. "Don't worry; I'll wear you… someday. Just not now. Small steps, old girl." She muttered to herself and threw the shorts back in her drawer and pulled out a pair of black, loose jeans with a pattern of leaves and flowers on the right leg in silver gems.

Helga eyed herself again and smiled. "Yeah, this I'm much more comfortable with. So much for an epiphany. I'm going right back into my comfort zone…" she observed in slight distress. She turned to the side. "Yet, not totally… I mean if I just don't put on anything to cover my arms, then this top is a little revealing…"

Helga turned her front towards the mirror again and pulled down a little at the top, revealing a bit of cleavage. "Either it'll show cleavage or it'll show my stomach… I can handle that. That's ok." She decided with a smile and looked towards her small box containing makeup. She strutted over to it and opened it.

Helga noticed an unopened eyeliner lying in there and she took it in her fingers. She looked at herself in the mirror. "If I could put on mascara in fourth grade… I should be able to put on eyeliner now, right? Phoebe did give this to me in case I felt like trying… and I still have an hour left before they arrive. That should be enough time to wash it off in case I fuck up…" she muttered to herself and started ripping it open.

"Besides… how hard can it be? It's like using a paint brush. A small brush… that can poke your eye out if you do it wrong. Great, now I'm nervous." Helga declared with a sigh, leaned towards her mirror and lifted her hand to her eye. "I can do this. Some dumb eyeliner's not gonna beat me."


Helga just kept staring at herself. "… I look weird, don't I?" she wondered aloud and tilted her head to the side, as if that could make it more obvious. She sighed and went towards her phone. She quickly found Phoebe's number and called her.

"Hi, Helga. Want me to come over sooner than anyone else?" Phoebe greeted. Helga rolled her eyes with a smile. "I love how you can see right through me, Phoebs. Please?" she begged. "Of course! I'm already on my way." Phoebe answered. "Thanks. You're the best. See ya." Helga said and hung up. What would I do without that girl?


Not too long after, Helga heard the doorbell ring. She ran from inside the living room and opened the front door, having started to feel slightly panicky since talking with Phoebe. Phoebe yelped a little at the very quick answer but then shook her head in surprise. "Helga," she said with a big smile. "you're wearing eyeliner!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm also wearing a somewhat revealing top. Get in here!" Helga answered and pulled Phoebe inside before closing the door. "Have I done it wrong?" she asked, as she whipped her body around to look at Phoebe.

Phoebe went closer to her, while adjusting her glasses. Helga did her best not to blink and just look back, giving Phoebe a chance to observe the eyeliner. "Pretty good for a first try… Unless, of course, you've been practicing behind my back?" she asked teasingly. "Hell no!" Helga answered with a proud smile. "So I'm good to go?"

"Well, mostly."

"Mostly?"

"You are gonna wear mascara too, right?"

"… Oh, right, yeah." Helga answered, having completely forgotten about anything else in the makeup category. "Want me to help?" Phoebe asked and grabbed her hand. Helga sighed and nodded. "But just to make sure I don't make any rookie mistakes. I wanna try doing this myself today."


"I think you look, as our peers would say it, awesome!" Phoebe declared. Helga's slightly glossy lips curled into a big smile. "Thanks. I'd say I did pretty good myself." She answered with a proud smile. "I'm doing something tonight, Phoebs."

"Something? What is this something?"

"Something Arnold related, though I'm not sure what yet."

"You're gonna confess?"

"No way. Not as long Aaron's still around."

"What does Aaron have to do with… Oh, wait, so you know, I guess?" Phoebe asked. Helga cocked an eyebrow at her. "Know what?"

"That he's… you know… that he likes you?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah, he… told me yesterday. How do you know?"

"It was pretty obvious with the way he was looking at you and Arnold yesterday. He seemed a little sad." Phoebe explained. Helga felt her heart tuck a bit and sighed, before letting her back lean up against the wall. "He did, huh?"

"Yeah… is he… complicating things?"

"That doesn't even begin to describe it, Phoebs. He's messing with my head. I mean, don't worry, I'm not falling for him - no way - but… we have some stuff in common and he's… I don't know, he knows how I feel about certain things. This is gonna sound like a friend-zone thing, but he seriously feels like a brother by now."

"Whoa, really? But I thought you hated him?"

"Oh, I do, trust me, but don't siblings hate each other from time to time too? I mean, think about it. We kinda resemble each other a little, right?"

"How so?"

"Well… this is sorta private, so let's just say that he understand my family."

"… Oh! All right, I can imagine what you mean by that. I'm guessing you two have made a connection?"

"I suppose that's a way to put it… but believe me; he's pissing me off beyond any means too!"

"Sounds like a brother and sister relationship alright." Phoebe declared with a laugh. Helga smiled lovingly back. "He's also, maybe without him even realizing… helped me a bit with a few things."

"Helped you?"

"Oh, uh… I'm talking too much!" Helga declared and stood up. Phoebe's eyebrows furrowed a bit at her blonde friend's peculiar behavior, but simply shook her head in waiver. I guess she'll tell me when she's ready.

"We still have one last task, Phoebe; I don't know what to do with my hair." Helga pointed out as she walked towards her mirror. "I wanna try something new, but I've tried almost every hairdo there is out there by now."

"What about a bun? I haven't seen your hair in a bun since back in fourth grade."

"Uh, Phoebs… not to sound extremely girly, but, uh… does this look like the outfit that'd do well with a bun?" Helga asked, while gesturing to herself. Phoebe eyed the rock like outfit. "… Point taken." She answered with a smile. "Well, outfit wise; I think a high ponytail would fit the best."

"A high ponytail…? How high?"

"Like, uh…" Phoebe muttered, curled her hand into a fist, turned her head a bit and gestured at the back of her head. "Like this?"

"Yeah, that could work. All right, a high ponytail it is. What time is it, Phoebs?" Helga asked while she went for a black hair elastic. Phoebe pulled out her phone and looked at the clock. "… You have five minutes." She answered.

"Oh, criminy!" Helga exclaimed and almost as if on cue, someone rang the doorbell. "Phoebe!"

"Going!" Phoebe answered as she stood up, already on her way out of the door. Helga smiled thankfully and decided to listen as much as she could, while she tied her hair up. Luckily for her, Phoebe must either have been too absentminded or known exactly that Helga would plan to eavesdrop, because she left the door wide open.

"Hey, boys. No surprise that you're the first to arrive." Phoebe's sweet voice said after opening the door. Boys? Which boys? Be more specific, Phoebe! Helga shouted in her head and finished tying her hair. Yeah, that looks good. Now, where's my - -

"Hey, Phoebe, you sure are early yourself." a very familiar male voices greeted downstairs. "Arnold!" Helga exclaimed with a big smile and turned to look towards the door. She was almost ready to run down, until she caught a glimpse of her pink ribbon. "Oh, right. What to do with you?" she wondered as she grabbed it.

Helga looked at herself in the mirror and tried imagining the bow tied somewhere. With a smile, she tied it around her neck as a choker. She eyed it for a bit, deciding to not make a bow, but simply tie it all the way around, making the ends hang a little loose down the right side of her collarbone.

When Helga was satisfied, she walked towards her door. She already knew exactly how her entre would be, and she couldn't wait to do it. She hadn't tried doing this since she was 13 years old though, so she took a deep breath before walking out of her room.

"Where's the hostess anyway?" Aaron asked from downstairs, just before he looked up towards Helga. "I'm coming – I'm coming. Don't think I forgot my own party." She answered while positioning herself on top of the bannister. Arnold and Phoebe also looked up at her, as she slid down the railing.

"Helga, are you insane?!" Arnold asked in a mix of worry and amusement. He took a couple of steps closer to the railing, holding out his arms. He caught Helga in his arms, as her feet landed gently on the floor. "Worrywart! I've done that like a million times before!" she exclaimed, but didn't push him away from her.

"As if that makes it any better." Arnold observed with an eyebrow quirked. "It does make it better. It means I've got experience, football head!" Helga corrected and slapped his chest a bit. He simply rolled his eyes at her as he let go.

"Well, look who decided to doll herself up, despite not being the one who planned this party." Aaron pointed out mockingly. Helga turned to fake a scowl at him. "Well, someone decided to force me into hosting a party, and I never do anything halfheartedly"

"Now, ain't that the truth." Aaron declared as he walked past Helga, nuzzling her hair. "Hey!" she exclaimed and put her hands on top of her head, as if it didn't take anything else to straighten it out again. He just chuckled though, as he made his way into the living room.

"Ugh, that guy drives me insane." Helga muttered to herself and the two people around her, before trying to straighten her hair a bit. She glanced towards Arnold, noticing a bit of a frown on his face. "What's with you?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing." Arnold answered, realizing that his feelings had shown and instantly turned his frown into a smile. Helga wasn't 100% convinced, but decided to let it slide. It wasn't like he'd tell her anyway, since he hadn't already.

"Whoa! Someone sure stole a lot of liquor from mom's cabinet, huh?" Aaron asked from inside the living room. Helga rolled her eyes. Oh, well, I guess he figured that both Arnold and Phoebe knows about my mom already, so he's not bothering being careful about what he says.

Arnold turned to frown at Helga. "How does he know about that?" he asked her in a whisper. She cocked an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms, giving him an obvious 'you-know-why' look. His frown turned into a scowl as he realized. "Man, he sure doesn't hold back!"

Helga couldn't bring herself to correct Arnold though. Since the actual reason for Aaron to know about her mother's alcohol problem wasn't due to the blackmail, as much as she had simply told him: The same way he had told her about his mom, but telling Arnold about that would mean to tell on Aaron's private life, which she hoped Aaron wasn't planning to do himself with hers.

A knock on the door behind them pulled Helga out of her thoughts. With a small smile, she went towards it and opened it. "Oh, hi, Gerald." She greeted. Gerald, standing in front of her on her porch, blinked a couple of times before he leaned forward close to her face. She leaned back though and frowned a bit. "What, never heard of personal space?" she asked.

"… You're wearing eyeliner."

"… No shit, Sherlock, thanks for the tip."

"Huh, it's still you under that raccoon mask though."

"Raccoon?" Helga repeated and then turned around to look at Phoebe in pure horror. "You do not look like a raccoon, Helga! Gerald's just teasing you." Phoebe replied to her unsaid question with amusement in her voice. Helga turned around to face Gerald and punched him on the shoulder. "Jerk." She announced and walked to the side to let him in.

Gerald just chuckled though and walked right over to Phoebe. "Hey, babe." He greeted before giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Good evening." She answered, before he turned around to Arnold. "Hey, Gerald." Arnold said and lifted his hand. Gerald did the same thing and they did their usual handshake. "Hey, man. Where is that cousin of - - "

"Whoa, I can't believe your mom drinks this too!" Aaron interrupted unknowingly from inside the living room. Gerald glanced towards the voice. "Oh, there he is." He observed with something that sounded like both resentment and displeasure in his voice. He earned an elbow to his ribs from Phoebe for that tone, but they both knew that she was thinking the same thing.

"My mom also can't stay away from - - " Aaron stopped speaking as he got out of the living room and noticed Gerald standing there. He was holding a bottle in his hand and glanced towards Helga. "Uh, sorry, I didn't hear him coming in."

Helga sighed. "Naw, it's ok. Gerald knows about it too." She answered, but was interrupted almost instantly by Arnold. "Wait, what do you mean 'your mom also can't stay away'? Does Margaret drink?" he asked. "And how do you know that, Helga?"

"Uh…" Helga looked towards Aaron, as if trying to ask for help. He simply shrugged though. "I think I have mentioned it to her at some point and, uh, it's not like it's not obvious with her mom or anything." He answered a little lamely.

Arnold wasn't convinced though – Not one bit. One thing is that Aaron knows this about Helga; That could technically be part of this whole blackmail deal… but why does Helga know something that personal about Aaron? I didn't even know – I don't think my parents or our grandparents know either. What, was he trying to compensate by telling her one of his own secrets or something?

Almost as if someone heard Helga's inner prayers, the doorbell rang again. Oh, thank God! She exclaimed inside her head and turned to open it. "Hey, Helga!" Rhonda greeted with a big smile before she, Nadine, Sheena, Eugene and Lila walked in.

Helga swiftly stepped aside, automatically leaning against Arnold to give them room. He grabbed her upper arms gently to keep her safely away from the horde of people suddenly rushing in. Not to his surprise, but still pleasure, Helga leaned back against him, fully accepting his support.

"Helga, you haven't decorated the house whatsoever!" Rhonda exclaimed in shock, earning a roll of the eyes from Helga. "I didn't say this would be a fancy party now, did I, Rhonda Lloyd? I'm simply providing my house for the party. Nothing more – Nothing less." She answered and, to his wonder, didn't step away from Arnold even after the 'danger' was over.

Rhonda rolled her eyes at Helga's statement, but decided not to argue against her. "I allowed myself to bring some food, if you don't mind?" she asked as she showed off a tray, covered in tin foil. Helga simply gestured towards the living room. "Be my guest. Literally."

"Thank you." Rhonda said with a small courtesy and went inside the living room, making an obvious wink at Aaron as doing so. Helga noticed how he simply rolled his eyes a little bit. He should go for Rhonda honestly. They'd suit each other. She thought with slight glee.

"Helga! I thought you said we had to bring our own drinks and such? There's enough alcohol here for the whole weekend!" Nadine exclaimed from inside the living room. "Oh, no! You are not staying here the whole weekend! If you pass out in my house, you'll end up outside in my garden!" Helga simply shouted right back, mostly to avoid any questioning about the amount of alcohol.

"That seems fair, but why do you have so much alcohol, Helga? Didn't the man at the store question this amount?" Eugene asked innocently. Helga tried to force her brain cells to come up with an excuse, but Arnold beat her to it. "Oh, come on, it can't surprise you, right? Helga's got her ways, isn't that right?"

Helga turned to glance up at Arnold, who winked at her. She smiled thankfully. "Well, that is most certainly true. Thank you, Helga." Sheena called from inside the living room. "You're welcome! Just don't question it. If I tell you, I might have to kill you!" Helga shouted back, earning a laugh from the people around her. "Got it!" the people inside the living room answered.

Helga turned to look at Arnold again. "Thanks." She said gratefully. He simply shrugged though, while smiling. "You're welcome. As I said; I'm always gonna be on your side, Helga." He answered. Yeah… it's definitely only Arnold who can make my heart do this. She thought as she felt her heart skipping a beat.

Weird. Usually after admitting my feelings to girl, they go away. Why is it different with Helga? Aaron wondered as he felt his eyebrows furrow at the sight of Helga and Arnold smiling at each other like that. Without even noticing it himself, his hand went towards his pocket, where he knew he was keeping a small, blue pill. He shook his head though, when he noticed his own hand on his thigh. I don't know why I even brought this. If Arnold's got any brain cells in that big head of his, he'll go for it tonight. With our without my interference.


To Helga's surprise, it came to her rather naturally to play the hostess. It wasn't that hard really. Especially after getting a few drinks down, and since the party started three hours ago, she had gotten quite a few. Despite feeling happy with the people around her, she couldn't help but wonder why Arnold seemed to… avoid her somehow.

And, indeed, Arnold was doing his best to stay away from Helga. "Why are you hiding from her?" Gerald asked, while they sat together in the kitchen with only a few people around them. "I'm not hiding as much as I'm… I don't know, Gerald, I feel like with Aaron still around, I should stay back for now." He answered.

"What? But… wasn't the point that you were gonna go for it before he did?"

"Well, yeah, but… let's just say that I have… found out a few things and now it seems best to just lay off for a little while, and I know I won't be able to hold back with alcohol in my body and with the way Helga's behaving right now."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. She's in a really good mood!" Gerald said as he looked towards the living room, where Helga and Phoebe were currently dancing together. Helga grabbed Phoebe's hand and they made a small wave together. "I swear, if it wasn't because it was Helga, then I'd be having so many dirty thoughts right now."

Arnold frowned and punched Gerald's shoulder. "Very funny, but that just means you see my point." He muttered and forced himself to look away. It didn't help though, because now he could see Helga bounce towards them. "Arnold, dance with me!" she exclaimed happily as she leaned over the counter.

Arnold's eyes automatically darted to her cleavage, but he forced them away instantly. "Sorry, Helga, I'm not really in the mood right now." He answered apologetically. She sighed heavily and a bit slurry. "You're no fun tonight, Arnold!"

"You got that right." Aaron agreed with a frown, appearing apparently out of nowhere. What's the matter with him? Is he holding back because he knows of the blackmail? I guess that means he's gonna need some help after all… he thought before smiling at him. "Maybe you just need a drink?"

"Yes! Make him a drink, Aaron!" Helga answered on Arnold's behalf. Arnold didn't get the chance to reject the suggestion, before Aaron was already walking towards the alcohol table. While he took a glass, he grabbed a bottle. He poured down the content in the glass, before putting his hand down into his pocket and pulling out the small pill. He eyed it for a couple of seconds, wondering if he was interfering too much.

Aaron snickered and shook his head. What the hell am I thinking? This is going way too far. Never mind. Let Arnold miss his chance if he wants to. He decided and moved his hand over the glass to put it back in his pocket.

"Aaron!" Helga shouted with a happy voice, startling Aaron. As he turned around in surprise to look at her, he felt the pill fall out of his hand. He gasped a bit, as he turned around to face the glass again, watching as the pill melted in it.

"Thanks. I'll bring it to Arnold now." Helga said as she took the glass. "Uh, no, wait. Helga, I - - " Aaron muttered, but she was already walking back towards Arnold with the glass in her hand. He sighed heavily. Oh, well… time for a less than gentle push, I guess… Crap. She's gonna kill me when she finds out.


Author's 2nd note: I think you have a pretty clear idea about what that 'blue pill' might be, but please do tell me what your guess is :P The next chapter should be up tomorrow, since I know exactly what will happen in that one xD Again: Please do guess xD