Author Note: As always, I'd like to take the time to thank all of you who take the time to read and/or review my story. It has meant a lot – and it has been such an encouragement.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters (except for Sandrine Mortimer, Mr. Dale Bryan Dimmertry, Maureen Bruiser, Asra Asimah, and Nathan Bruiser) – for they are all from the mind of the genius that is Craig Bartlett, his team, and nickelodeon. No copyright infringements intended.
As always thoughts are emphasized through the use of italics.
Enjoy
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Senior Year – Two Weeks Later – The Last Week of October
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Helga stormed into the boarding house angrily with Arnold in tow.
He exhaled in frustration as he slammed the door shut behind him
Thank god no one was home. He didn't want anyone walking in on whatever fury Helga was about to unleash.
He paused slightly in the lobby, before finally mustering enough courage to face his furious opponent in the other room.
To his surprise he found her sitting upon one of the couches in the living room with a book in hand.
Arnold approached her cautiously, and took a seat next to her.
And then he waited.
But there was no change in her new calm persona. Instead she remained eerily calm.
Arnold took a deep breath, "Helga…" he began cautiously.
She remained unmoved; her back facing him.
"Helga…"
She didn't flinch.
"Helga I'm sorry," Arnold finally apologized.
She scoffed in response.
At least it was a response.
"It didn't mean anything," Arnold continued, "it's just the way she is."
Helga finally exhaled dramatically and spun around in her seat to face him, "I get that Sandrine is a flirt, but you could have pushed her away."
"Pushed her away?" Arnold questioned incredulously, "Helga! That would have been mean."
"Mean?" Helga retorted angrily, "Sandrine has a boyfriend I don't understand why she would want to flirt with mine?...Unless you initiated it!"
"Helga," Arnold warned, obviously annoyed, "All she did was hug me. She's a friend."
"Ex-girlfriend," Helga corrected, "An ex-girlfriend who seemed to enjoy that hug a little too much!"
"Helga you're being paranoid," Arnold stated exasperated.
Helga huffed dramatically and threw a book at him in response, "just read the stupid chapter."
"Helga wo-"
"We'll just do the stupid assignment, and then I'll just leave you alone," Helga interrupted bitterly.
"Helga…" Arnold tried to reason, but she turned around once the latter statement had left her mouth and resumed her previous position – with her back to him.
Arnold grunted irritably despite himself and picked up the copy of Brave New World that Helga had hurled at him previously.
They both sat there in complete silence until Arnold found himself letting his mind wander, until his thoughts finally began to focus upon the girl sitting with him on the couch.
He dropped the book to his side meekly and turned to look at Helga…Well more like Helga's back.
"Okay you win," Arnold admitted. The silent treatment was what he deemed one of the worst torture techniques ever invented, and he hated the fact that she was angry with him.
Helga rolled her eyes and ignored him.
"Helga," Arnold whined despite himself, causing a smile to grace his girlfriends face. Thank god she had her back towards him, because if he had seen that smile he would have pompously declared himself the victor.
Helga smirked evilly to herself, and began to wonder how long it would take for him to completely lose his composure.
Arnold however found himself holding resentment for the book she was so focused upon.
"Helga would you please put down the book, and talk to me," he questioned irritably. The question however sounded much more like a plea than anything else.
She didn't budge.
Arnold inched his way closer towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
He heard her huff in annoyance as she desperately tried to ignore him.
He smirked at her agitated response, and kissed her neck timidly.
She seemed to tense at the sudden contact but her initial shock wore off in just enough time to enable her to scoot away from him quickly.
Arnold however didn't give up and inched his way closer towards her once again.
"Would you just read the stupid book," Helga instructed just before she felt Arnold's lips rest upon the croon of her neck.
She tried her best to ignore his advances but the moment that he bit down on her ear lobe made her completely lose her inhibitions and become lost in him.
She felt him spin her around to face him.
She smiled weakly as he pulled the book out from between her fingers and tossed it to an adjacent coffee table.
"You know," Helga began, as Arnold resumed his previous attack of kisses upon her neck, "here I was jealous over some skanky girl and you got jealous over a book!"
Arnold pulled away and met her gaze with a mischievous grin, "Yeah, well I guess it's your effect on me."
Helga features seemed to soften at his remark, "Is that so?"
Arnold lowered his head towards hers, "yes it is," he whispered before crashing his lips down to hers.
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"So you're a lesbian," Patty regurgitated in an almost whisper.
Katrinka looked at her fearfully within a booth at Kokoshka's.
"Wh-…H-…Why didn't you say something earlier?" Patty questioned matter-of-factly.
Katrinka shrugged meekly, "I hadn't even come to terms about it…I didn't want to say anything until I was sure. My mother thinks it's a phase."
"Your mother is whacked," Patty stated incredulously, "I can't believe that you're dating-"
"Patty not so loud," Katrinka interrupted anxiously, "She hasn't told her family yet. And she doesn't want this getting out yet… she doesn't think that her friends would understand."
"What!" Patty yelled despite herself, "How could she not think tha-"
"Everyone deals with it their own way," Katrinka stated knowingly, "We'll come out soon I promise. Until then you cannot tell a soul. Not even Harold."
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Rhonda ran into the Lloyd living room quickly and exhaled dramatically.
Brooke tore her attention away from the newspaper she was reading and directed it towards her shaken daughter.
It's now or never, Rhonda willed herself, Tell her now before you lose your courage.
"Mom," Rhonda began cautiously, "I-I…I need to tell you something."
Brooke placed her newspaper upon the coffee table and gave her daughter her full attention.
"I-I…I think daddy's cheating. I saw him." Rhonda began tearfully as she sauntered towards her mother and knelt down onto the plush carpet beneath her. "Mom I'm so sorry."
Brooke sighed and looked at Rhonda grimly, "…Her name is Maureen…I know all about her."
Rhonda looked at her mother taken a back, "You know?"
…
"So you and Sandrine, hunh?" Curly questioned as he dropped the controller from his hand, "Boo-ya!" he declared victoriously, "Dude I completely smoked you!"
"Yeah, well…I wasn't paying attention," Sid downplayed quietly.
"Whatever," Curly scoffed mockingly, "don't go being a sore loser! Dude I totally owned you."
Sid laughed despite himself, "Whatever you say man."
"That's right," Curly continued pompously, "Whatever I say!...I'm the king!"
"Dude it's only Halo," Sid defended.
"Dude I won!"
…
"Sorry I was so cranky earlier," Helga admitted as she apologized to Arnold.
Arnold turned to look at her questioningly.
"I'm just really pissed off right now, and I guess I took you hostage," she continued meekly.
"Well, what pissed you off?"
"Bob," Helga droned.
Arnold exhaled knowingly, "What did pappa Pataki do now?"
"Have you seen a newspaper?" Helga questioned incredulously.
"Not lately," Arnold admitted, "why?"
"He's throwing this huge 34th birthday bash for Maureen," Helga seethed.
Arnold shook his head in disgust, but then looked back up at Helga mischievously.
"Want me to kick his ass," Arnold offered mockingly, "I could round up the guys and we could…rough him up."
Helga laughed despite herself, "I would love to see that…in fact I'd pay to see that."
"Yeah?" he questioned earnestly.
Helga laughed easily, "yeah."
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"He's been seeing her for three years?" Rhonda screamed angrily.
"Honey she's married…Well she's married to Bob Pataki. So, they don't see each other often."
"What's-What's going on," Rhonda stated beside herself. Her knees began to wobble at her mother's surprising declaration. She felt her head begin to spin, so she plopped herself onto a couch frantically for support.
"Are …Are you ending it?...Are you getting a divorce?" Rhonda demanded fearfully.
Brooke sighed and met Rhonda's tearful gaze, "No!...I don't want to break up this family."
"Mom," Rhonda began frantically, "Mom, this isn't a family!"
"Honey," Brooke reasoned, "Your father and I have a long history together. We share a child – you. We have six houses, and friends… We have a life together."
"Mom," Rhonda responded pleadingly, "What kind of life is this?"
"Oh sweetheart," Brooke hushed knowingly, "It's one that I don't want to lose."
…
"What was that?" Patty questioned as she turned her head away from the assignment in front of her and turned to look at Stinky, "I think it came from your basement."
"A cat," Stinky stated offhandedly.
The two were currently sitting within the Peterson family room; working on their assignment.
"I didn't know that you had a cat," Patty stated before a sneeze escaped her lips.
Stinky arched an eyebrow and looked at her worriedly, "uh…She doesn't come out much. Are you feeling okay?"
"It's nothing," Patty dismissed easily; "I'm just coming down with the flu."
"Oh!...um…So," Stinky began as he picked up his laptop and placed it in his lap. Patty inched closer towards him to get a better view of the screen.
"Countess Daria Moldova was accused of being a vampire," Stinky continued, "She is recorded to have killed approximately five hundred young girls. She believed by doing so would prolong her life and grant her eternal beauty."
Patty cringed, "How could vampires do that?...It's so vile and inhuman."
Stinky turned to look at her in confusion, "I reckon that I can assure you that she wasn't a vampire. She's just some crazy vampire wannabe."
"How would you know?" Patty questioned intrigued.
"Well Daria died right?" Stinky questioned as Patty nodded along in agreement, "Vampires can't die until they imprint."
"Imprint?" Patty questioned curiously.
"Well…Imprinting means marking someone as your true love," Stinky explained, "you see every vampire has a soul mate, and once they meet him/her they imprint. Once they imprint they're marked for death."
"Who's marked for death?" Patty asked fearfully.
"The vampire," Stinky explained.
"So…they die upon seeing their true love?" Patty questioned incredulously.
"No," Stinky explained, "They automatically have their lifeline intertwined with their beloved. So…say I was a vampire, and you were my true love. I'd imprint, correct?"
Patty nodded.
"So once I imprint, my lifeline becomes intertwined with yours. So, say that if you were to die next week…then I would die next week as well. The same day. The same time."
"But how do we not know that Daria didn't meet her true love?" Patty questioned, "She could have imprinted, her soul mate could have died, and then she died as well."
"I reckon that Daria was hanged," Stinky informed as he pointed to his notes, "a vampire could be hanged, stabbed, shot, etc…but it would not die."
"Oh," Patty stated quietly, "…Stin? How do you know so much about vampires?"
"I went through a phase in elementary school," Stinky admitted quickly.
Patty laughed, "I think I heard about that…Didn't Sid have a panic attack or something…he thought you were actually a vampire."
Stinky laughed easily, "yeah."
Patty shook her head fondly, "Oh dear, Sid can be quite the loon sometimes."
…
Rhonda bolted from her house quickly in tears.
She couldn't stand to be in that place.
How could her parents be so childish?
Buckley was off screwing a whore and Brooke was to busy living in her own little twisted world.
These situations never boded well…why couldn't they see that?
Rhonda stopped running and finally took in her surroundings.
She was standing in the middle of Hilwood Park.
The place was deserted.
Thank god!
Rhonda sauntered over to a swing and collapsed into the seat.
She rocked herself gently within the seat and began to cry.
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"AHEM."
Arnold pulled away quickly from Helga just as she pried him off quickly and sat up alert within the couch. Both teens turned to face their intruders with red faces.
"So," Miles began seemingly stupefied, "who's you friend?"
"Um…" Arnold began somewhat flustered, as Helga rolled her eyes in response, "uh…"
Stella bit her lips cautiously as to not laugh.
"Well spit it out son," Miles stated easily.
Stella flashed him a protruding glare. He was obviously doing this on purpose. And he fully well knew who Helga was. He was just mindlessly toying with his son.
"She's my girlfriend," Arnold blurted out quickly.
Helga perked up quickly, and stuck out a hand towards Miles and Stella, "Uh…Hi."
Stella however rushed forward and scooped the unsuspecting girl into her arms. Helga peered at Arnold dumbfounded. He simply shrugged in response.
"I've been waiting for this moment," Stella beamed happily, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Helga glanced at Miles confused.
"Thank you for saving us," Miles clarified gratefully, "We will forever be indebted to you."
…
"Tears never did suit you," a voice chirped; causing Rhonda to snap out of her tearful trance.
She turned towards the source of the voice, and found herself staring into the familiar green eyes of Curly – who was currently perched upon an adjacent swing.
"Curly," Rhonda breathed as she dried her eyes quickly; with the back of her hand. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," he responded quietly, "What's wrong?"
"It's a long story," Rhonda breathed sadly.
Curly looked at her intently as she met his gaze, "I've got time."
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"He named a star and a comet after you?" Stinky stated incredulously as Patty beamed happily.
Stinky shook his head in shock, Just don't tell Lila that," Stinky begged mockingly, "or you're going to make me look bad…I reckon that I'd never peg Harold as a romantic."
"Well he knows all about my love for astronomy, so it wasn't a total shot in the dark," Patty stated knowingly.
"So, why do you like astronomy so much?" Stinky questioned as he closed his laptop.
"It calms me," Patty explained, "…you should come with me on one of my astronomy treks – it made a believer out of Harold."
Stinky flashed Patty a bright smile, "I reckon that I will take you up on one of those offers…how about next week?"
"Sure," Patty stated easily.
Stinky glanced at his watch, "Mind if I walk you home…wouldn't want anything happening to you on the way there."
Patty nodded, "Okay…but didn't you say that you had to meet Lila later…isn't the trek to my house out of your way."
"I'll get to her house on time," he replied easily, "don't be such a worried-wart."
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"They seemed quite taken with you," Arnold grinned easily as he and Helga entered the Alzheimer's unit within Hilwood hospital.
"Yeah," Helga admitted quietly, "but that is not the way I pictured meeting your parents."
"It went well," he stated airily.
Helga scoffed, "of course it did…but what if I were just some random girl that never saved them…then I'd just be some skank you brought home with your tongue down my throat."
Arnold laughed at her bluntness, "well for one thing" he stated matter-of-factly, "you are not a skank…and trust me I think I would know."
Helga swatted him in the arm playfully in offence.
"And two," he continued easily, "you are not just some random girl. You happen to be someone I care very deeply for and my parents just kind of picked up on it."
Helga turned to look at him in awe, "you know it is so hard for me to stay mad at you when you have crazy sugar-sweet mood swings like this."
"Yeah, well…hopefully that cheeriness lasts," Arnold stated grimly as the smile disappeared from his face.
Helga looked at him knowingly as she clasped her hands around his.
"I think it's time I introduced you to my grandmother."
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"I mean," Rhonda vented frantically, as the occasional tear fell from her eyes, "I've tried to reason with them both…but – but they don't listen."
Curly drew his lips into a grim line as he listened to her intently.
"I mean ever since I was a child they've been spewing that I was such a blessing. I mean they told me that they stopped at me, because I was just so perfect. That I was a symbol of their love," Rhonda cried angrily, "…some symbol. My constant nagging won't make my father give up his sinful ways…and my mother – she'd - she'd rather share him than be without him!...I can't even seem to get through to her. I mean do I not mean anything to them!"
"Rhonda they're your parents…you obviously mean something to them," Curly stated quietly.
"But they don't listen to me!" she cried frantically, "I mean they used to do whatever I said…now they don't listen!...They choose now! Now! Out of all times – Now – not to listen to me! This is the only time that I've ever wanted something more than anything!...I would give up everything! Everything! For us to be a family again."
Curly swallowed hard, he had no idea how to respond to that. And even if he could – he didn't think that the answer would be justified. There was no answer possibly available that could give her some solace.
To his relief he didn't have to, because Rhonda's momentary paused turned out to be her way of regaining her breath before starting another rant.
"What does that say about me, hunh!" Rhonda demanded. Curly shook his head and shrugged in confusion.
"Why can't I get my parents to see the light Curly?...I've got to be the most incompetent person ever! I mean this just speaks loads about my worth. I have got to be th-"
"Rhonda, stop!" Curly yelled suddenly. He definitely heard enough.
It was one thing for her parents to make her feel isolated, but it was another thing when they had her discrediting herself.
Rhonda quieted down considerable and looked at him somewhat hurt.
"Incompetent," he repeated, incredulously, "You?...You are not incompetent. And as for what this whole situation says about you?...it says nothing about you…I think it says a lot more about your parents!"
She peered at him intently, but then for reasons that evaded her, she began to cry harder.
Curly looked beside himself as he tried to shush her tears, "Look…Rhonda, don't cry," he pleaded.
Rhonda shook her head, and looked back up at him, "I know why you pushed me away," she sobbed quietly.
Curly looked at her in confusion, "What!"
"I know that my father's the reason you stayed away," she continued as she dried her eyes timidly.
Curly sighed and looked at her expectantly, "He told you, hunh?"
"Actually, no," Rhonda admitted, "You, Helga, and Harold did."
Curly arched an eyebrow at her questioningly.
"Long story," she admitted quietly.
Curly laughed, "Like I said…I've got time."
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"Sid," Stinky greeted as he and Patty sauntered up to the seemingly lost boy, "What's up?"
"Nothing much," Sid admitted quietly, "Just thought that I'd go for a walk."
"Well Stinky was just walking me home," Patty informed lightly.
"Oh," Sid replied easily, "Well do either of you guys wanna catch a movie?"
"I can't," Stinky enlightened easily, "I promised Lila and Mr. Sawyer that I'd help them paint their living room."
"Wish I could," Patty declined begrudgingly, "but I promised the Jolly Olly man that I'd babysit his kids."
"Oh," Sid replied easily.
"Uh, Stin? Do you mind if Sid walks me home," Patty suggested easily, "His house is on my way, and if you leave now you can make it to Lila's in twenty minutes."
"Uh, sure," Stinky replied easily, "That cool with you?"
Sid nodded easily as they bid Stinky goodbye.
They turned around on their spots and headed in the opposite direction.
Stinky watched them walk away easily, before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket.
He pulled it out and answered the call, "Hello?"
"Hey Stin," Lila beamed from the other line, "You almost here?"
"Yeah," Stinky replied easily, "I'm actually in front of your house right now."
"You are?" Lila questioned, as she peered out her window, "Where?"
Stinky turned around and watched as Patty and Sid disappeared into the distance.
…
"Right here," he replied easily.
Lila turned her head to her left and found Stinky waving at her on her front lawn.
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"Grandma," Arnold began quietly as Gertie stirred in her spot upon the plushness of the couch she had dozed off upon.
"Grandma, it's me," Arnold greeted cautiously; "It's me Arnold."
Gertie smiled at him happily before turning to face Helga. She narrowed her eyebrows and looked at her intently.
"Grandma…this is H-"
"Eleanor!" Gertie greeted ecstatically, "Oh, Eleanor! It's been so long!"
Arnold frowned, "She's obviously not herself today."
He turned to look at Helga who was extending her hand towards his grandmother's.
"Yes it has! … It's been eight years I believe," Helga stated happily, "I'm sorry that I had to bolt at breakfast."
"Well you didn't have to jump out the window you could have used the door," Gertie exclaimed knowingly.
"I'll keep that in mind next time," Helga laughed easily.
Arnold turned to look at Helga in confusion.
"I'll explain," Helga whispered informatively.
At that moment Phil entered the room easily, "Hey there Shortman," he greeted easily, just as his eyes fell upon Helga, "Well I see you brought your little friend with the former one eyebrow."
"Uh…yeah. Helga," Arnold informed, "uh…Grandpa. Helga's my girlfriend."
"Is she now?" Phil stated sceptically as he eyed Helga.
Helga looked at him somewhat uncomfortably; unsure of how to react to his response.
Phil smiled easily and extended his hand welcomingly, "It's about time," he stated simply, before flashing Helga a wink.
…
"So why isn't Sandrine going with you to the movies?" Patty questioned as she and Sid continued to walk the sidewalk.
"She has some taxidermy thing," Sid stated offhandedly.
"Hmm," Patty stated despite herself.
Sid turned to look at her sceptically, "What?"
"Nothing," Patty answered quickly.
"No, that 'hmm' meant something," Sid mocked, "What's on your mind?"
"What's on yours," Patty regurgitated.
"I asked you first?" Sid remarked easily.
"Yeah, well ladies first," Patty toyed victoriously.
Sid laughed, "touché."
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"So what were his terms exactly?" Rhonda questioned once her tears had subsided.
Curly sighed, "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes," Rhonda assured easily.
"He said that if I didn't stay away from you, then he would make sure that my family was ruined," Curly admitted quietly.
"So you weren't mad at me?" Rhonda asked hopefully.
He turned to look at her in confusion, "Why would I be mad at you?"
"Because of what happened with Sid," Rhonda replied ashamed.
"Rhonda…we weren't even dating when that happened," Curly admitted easily, "It wasn't like you were cheating on me…and anyways…you could have come to me and said that you had just killed someone, and I wouldn't have been turned off."
Rhonda arched an eyebrow in response, as a smile finally graced her face.
"Heck, I would have probably even helped you hide the body," Curly grinned as Rhonda laughed in response.
"So," Rhonda stated quietly, "I guess…we…uh…remain friends, hunh?"
"Yeah," Curly replied resentfully, "Look Rhonda…I care about you a lot, but I –I …I can't-"
"You can't put your family's wellbeing at risk," Rhonda concluded dolefully.
Curly nodded meekly.
"I understand," she replied quietly.
Curly sighed as he got up from his seat and extended a hand towards her; to help her up.
She smiled weakly and accepted his hand timidly, as she rose from her seat upon the swing.
However, much to her surprise, the swift gesture caused her to lose her balance, as she tripped over some blades of grass; causing her to stumble forward into Curly's arms.
She looked up at him gratefully and secretly thanked him for breaking her fall.
Curly looked at her hesitantly; his gaze seemed to linger upon her chocolatey brown eyes.
Rhonda looked up at him tentatively; willing herself to look away.
But try as she might she couldn't.
It was like a force – that she couldn't quite explain kept her there, and seemed to pull her closer towards him.
Her brain screamed at her to pull away.
Whatever she was about to do couldn't possibly end well for either of them. There was too much at stake for him.
But her heart didn't listen.
She quickly began to close the space in between them, as she pressed her mouth upon his heatedly.
And in a move that surprised Rhonda – he kissed her back.
…
"I know that I'm dating Sandrine and all," Sid vented feverishly, "but I can't seem to get my mind off of Juliet."
"She must have left quite the impression," Patty stated skyward.
"She did," he admitted quietly, "She was the first girl that I've ever met that seemed real," Sid disclosed.
"Real?"
"She liked me for me," he enlightened, "she wasn't interested in me because I was one of the popular guys, or that I was on a sports team…but she ran off the moment I took off my mask."
"Well you can be quite intimidating," Patty responded sarcastically.
Sid scoffed in mock offence.
"Well did you try looking for her?" Patty questioned easily.
"Of course I did," Sid replied incredulously, "you know I did!"
"No," she informed limberly, "I meant really look for her…Sid I doubt you've spoken to every girl in Hilwood."
"It sure felt like I did," he droned despite himself.
"Well maybe you were looking, but you weren't really looking," Patty stated aloofly, "What if you didn't look hard enough."
"I looked everywhere that I could possibly have thought of looking," Sid reminded frantically, "…maybe I made her up."
"You did not make her up," Patty replied knowingly, "I saw her she was real."
"Well it doesn't matter now," he stated airily, "I'm dating Sandrine."
Patty paused and looked at Sid dolefully, "Sid. You're my friend, and I want you to be happy."
"I am happy," he replied unconvincingly.
"Really?" She challenged, "Because it doesn't seem like you are to me."
"What do you want me to do Patty?" he stated exasperatedly.
"I want you to follow your heart," she stated knowingly, "because the heart never lies. So, if it's meant to be…Then it'll be."
…
"We can't do this," Curly informed as he pushed Rhonda away quickly.
Rhonda looked at the ground sadly, "You're right," she mumbled.
She looked back up and met Curly's gaze. He quickly took a step towards her and pulled her into another kiss.
Rhonda pulled away quickly, "This is wrong," she stated, but then kissed him again despite herself.
"So wrong," he agreed in between kisses.
…
"So you went through a sleep-walking phase," Arnold replied incredulously, as he eyed Helga from the back of Phil's packard.
"Only if I eat pork rinds," Helga admitted thoroughly embarrassed.
Arnold laughed, "I can't believe you ended up in my house!"
"Stop laughing," Helga whined, "It's not funny!"
Phil laughed heartily from his spot at the driver's seat, "It is funny…at least now we know who Gertie's 'Eleanor' was."
Arnold continued to laugh, as Helga rolled her eyes, "I should have never said anything."
"I can't wait to tell this to Eugene," Arnold laughed, "He's gonna have a hernia once he hears this."
Helga turned to look at him agape and with wide eyes, "Arnoldo if you tell anyone about that…then you'll have to answer to old Betsy and the five avengers!"
Arnold stifled a laugh, "Yeah sure," he stated sarcastically.
Helga playfully punched him in the arm as Phil suddenly swerved the car over to the side of the road.
Arnold grabbed onto his seat quickly, as Helga crashed into his side with a thud.
The two teens looked around in shock, before they quickly scrambled towards the driver seat.
"Grandpa!" Arnold screamed as he unbuckled his seat belt, and quickly lunged forward.
Phil looked up at Arnold.
His face looked flushed and he was clutching his chest.
"I – I…I can't breathe," Phil struggled as Arnold quickly jumped out of the passenger seat and quickly ran outside to open the driver's door.
Helga whipped out her cell phone, as Arnold unbuckled Phil's seat belt.
"Hi 911!" Helga screamed frantically, "I need some help. I think someone has just suffered a heart attack!"
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A/N: Brooke/Rhonda scene was taken from the new 90210.
The imprinting description was taken from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series. But in this case I altered it to fit into the Vampire universe, and as you will see later – The Hey Arnold universe.
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