Therapy
Written by MarySueIsDead
Chapter 18: Goodnight - Part 1
Author's Notes: There will be several flashbacks in these last two chapters. I will be as direct as I can when shifting the scenes back and forth so you all don't get confused. Most important thing to remember is that this fic started in the summer when school started, and now it is roughly five months later and winter.
~December 31st, 2003, New Year's Eve~
Snow fluttered about outside. Icy condensation hugged the edges of the window panes in the small flower shop. An old radiator hummed in the corner, keeping the two teen employees warm.
A small radio resided next to the teenage girl at her station, playing her favorite Dr Iron Claw song, 'Choke Me Harder'. She wore a thin fuchsia colored hoodie with slim pants and boots; her work apron draped over her torso and golden-pink hair up into a ponytail. She absentmindedly listened to the music while she flipped the crisp page of her novel, nearing the last chapters of Rebecca Platt's latest installment of 'The Space Between Us'.
It was Blorp, everyone's favorite space cop VS Gallacto, biggest mob boss of Voyager City and lord of the Asteroid Gang. They were on one of Jupiter's moons, Callisto, where the gang's main hideout resided. She and her new partner, Multo, a cool, hunky lizard-man, were staking out the base, observing any weak points or opportunities to Trojan Horse their way in and hit Gallacto where it really hurt.
"Oh, man…" She spoke aloud so her coworker could hear. "I think Multo is going to die."
The teenage boy gasped from his nearby station; trimming scissors in hand. "No, don't say that! I like him."
"Better than Cuckie?"
He hesitated for a moment to think it over. His green eyes browsing the ceiling. "Yeah, I guess I do."
Helga rolled her eyes and shook her head at his naivete to the obvious. "Come on, Arnoldo. All of Blorp's partners die. Plus, he and Blorp had romantic, passionate love-making the night before. He's dead meat for sure. That's how Rebecca writes for all of Blorp's love interests and cop buddies."
Arnold sighed, disappointed. "I thought maybe it would be different this time." He then gestured to the bouquet of flowers he had been trimming and arranging on the nearby counter. "What do you think of it so far? I personally like pansies and camellias in the winter, however, pink roses and baby's breath will have to do."
She eyed the decoration from her spot at the checkout counter. Helga sat on a stool and had her feet propped up where she usually exchanged money with customers. "Isn't the gesture a little...lazy for a woman who just gave birth?"
He glanced over the flowers inquisitively, inspecting for any flaws. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, if I had just expelled a living human out of my you-know-where, flowers would seem so... insignificant."
The teen boy rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure nothing was up to Helga Pataki's standards. "I think it's the thought that counts."
Helga turned her sapphire eyes back to read her novel and turned another page. She spoke up casually yet sarcastically. "You're right, hair boy. As long as the husband feels good about what he did, that's all that matters."
He sighed loudly although smiled. He truly didn't mind working with Helga at Mrs Vitello's flower shop. Their quirky banter usually made the hours fly by and she was actually pretty good at choosing colors and flower choices for arrangements.
The blonde haired girl continued. "Now, If he REALLY loved her, he'd take care of the runt for a few weeks while she vacationed in Maui. It's not like she just suffered for nine months."
"Okay, I get your point. I can't control what happens in their marriage, but I can make this a beautiful bouquet."
Helga's eyes scanned the words on the paper of her book; she licked her thumb, flipping the page. She mumbled to herself. "I mean, you could take her to Maui."
A member of the Asteroid Gang on patrol spotted Blorp and Multo, alerting the other gang members. Multo was knocked upside the head with the butt of a laser rifle while Blorp was stunned with a shocking baton. The two officers were captured and in deep trouble.
She could feel she was close to the end and didn't want to finish the story bickering with a goofy footballhead, so she marked the page and closed the book to finish it in a more relaxing atmosphere. "Are you ready for your party tonight?" She asked.
"Yep, mostly."
Helga crossed her arms as she watched him delicately wrap ribbon around the stems of the flowers. A conversation she had a while ago crossed her mind and she decided to bring up the topic. "By the way, totally random thought, do you know Alan Redman?"
His eye brows rose with interest. "Of course, I've known him for years. He's a great photographer."
A sly smile graced Helga's mouth, filled with ulterior motives. "You should invite him to your party tonight."
"Hmm, yeah, you're right. I haven't seen him in a while. It would be good to catch up." Arnold glanced over at her suspiciously. "Why do you want him there?"
She shrugged simply. "None of your beeswax."
Arnold lightly shook his head. "Fine then, I won't invite him. It will be mean and hurt me on the inside, but if you don't have a good reason…"
Helga eyed him hard, she wasn't going to give in that easy. Arnold should've known better. "Alan's your friend, that should be a good enough reason. Now invite him, you little turd."
Arnold rolled his green eyes and pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket. He handed it over to her. "Here's my guest list. You can add him and I'll call him after work."
The teen girl adjusted her newer glasses on her nose and opened the folded notebook paper, browsing over the list of names. Many were students from Hillwood High. Old schoolmates from PS 118. She squinted when she spotted names she didn't recognize. "Who's Mo' and Lex?"
Arnold shrugged. "Gerald wanted to invite some of his buddies. I think they're part of his TKR group, so I said 'sure'."
Helga continued to browse the list of invited guests and finally reached the last name scribbled on the page. "Nadine?" Her eyes widened with realization. "Like, Nadine-Nadine!?"
"Oh, yeah. I was going to tell you. She texted me yesterday saying she was in town for the holidays. She also said she couldn't get a hold of Rhonda. Do you have a good number for her? I mean, I'm assuming you do. I know she updated it a few months back, but I never got it.
Another impish grin appeared upon Helga's lips. "You know what? We should surprise them." She wiggled the pen before writing down Alan's name on the list, below Nadine's. "I'm full of surprises today and now I'm on a roll."
"Yeah, that sounds good! Wait, what other surprises?" He inquired.
"They're not for footballheaded imaginations. So, drop it." She ended sharply.
The front door opened with a jingle, and a striking figure appeared in the doorway with two roundish canines. Miss Rhonda Wellington Lloyd graced the little shop with her dazzling presence.
Helga quickly folded up the list and stuck it in her back pocket.
There were two English bulldogs by her side. She was donning a pair of radical roller skates along with her maroon peacoat and a pair of black leggings; snowflakes in her jet black hair and atop the wrinkled foreheads of the dogs. "They shoveled the sidewalks this morning! I'm so happy!" She exclaimed joyously.
Helga genuinely smiled at the dark haired teen and the two dogs as Rhonda closed the door behind them and the group made their way over to her station.
"Hey, Rhonda!" Arnold greeted, almost done with his floral arrangement.
"Hey, how are the rugrats dealing with the cold?" Helga asked, peering down and around the side of the checkout counter.
Both the dogs shook their chunky bodies, wicking off the moisture from the snow. They snorted and panted. Excited to be out and about socializing in the thick of the holiday season.
Rhonda peered down lovingly. "Good; they're wearing their little Spumoni jackets, and booties that they got for Christmas from Auntie Rhonda. I certainly can't have them going outside naked in this weather!"
The blonde hair girl smirked admiringly.
Arnold grabbed his coat from a hook nearby and slid on the garment. "I'm going to go deliver this arrangement real quick. He said he wants me to drop it off at his work so he can bring it to her personally. I shouldn't be long. If I don't see you when I get back, Rhonda, will I see you tonight at my party?"
Despite their rocky past, Rhonda held no spite towards Arnold and was rather friendly with him these days. "Of course, Arnold. You do host the coolest parties, second to moi."
"Awesome!" He picked up the finished bouquet of roses and baby's breath and headed out the door and onto the snowy sidewalk. The bell jingled again.
Rhonda's ravishing brown eyes met Helga's and she smiled. "Turns out I'm not only here to see you, but also to pick up a gift for my mother?"
Helga chewed on her bottom lip. "We'll get to that in a second, first, how on earth do you skate with those things in the winter?"
Miss Lloyd assumed she was referring to her roller skates and looked down. She shrugged. "Easy, I put one leg in front of the other." She responded coyly.
Helga rolled her sapphire eyes at her companion's answer. "Well, it looks like those two enjoy the exercise."
Bruno and Bathilda, Lillian Gammelthorpe's two english bulldogs, continued to grunt and pant happily. Sniffing the ground here and there as there were many different enticing smells in the flower shop.
"Oh yes, Lilly is visiting North Dakota right now for the holidays. So, I check up on them everyday. Truthfully, they're like my little babies. You know, I was never much of a dog person, but once I realized you could dress them, I was completely hooked on the chubby darlings!"
The blonde haired teen gave a soft chuckle. "They are kind of ugly-cute. Smelly and slobbery, but precious. Alright, you ready for this delivery?"
"Lead the way!"
Helga dropped her feet from the counter and stood up from her stool, heading towards a door behind the stations that read 'employees only'. Rhonda followed Helga by rolling on her skates. The bulldogs waddled with each step, trailing behind their pack leader.
They entered a large space filled with different types of flowers and plants. The left wall was made of windows and arched above them, eventually meeting a brick wall to their right. The glass protected the fragile garden from cruel winters and scorching summers.
Rhonda gasped when she saw the arrangement set on a table near the doorway they entered through. Her hands covered her mouth in excitement. "Oh, Em, Gee. Helga, are you kidding me with this!?" She rolled closer and knelt down to inspect the colorful arrangement further. "Echeveria!? Mother is going to die! She absolutely ADORES echeveria! How did you get it?" She exclaimed wildly.
Helga grinned rather satisfied with Rhonda's enthusiastic demeanor. She crossed her arms cooly. "This is a flower shop, Rhonda. Mrs Vitello knows shippers all across the US. And I knew your mom is obsessed with the southwest; I thought it would be a cool addition."
Rhonda continued to touch each flower. "Scorpion weed and mexican poppies!? What's this dainty pink one?"
"Brownfoot."
She stood up and adjusted herself, spinning around to face the blonde teen. "Okay, I am thoroughly impressed. Although, I do have to ask, why are you gifting my mother these gorgeous desert flowers?"
Helga moistened her lips. Her confident demeanor remained. "It's a thanks to her, for tonight."
Rhonda raised a perfect brow and smirked playfully. She rolled over to Helga. "And what may be happening tonight, besides the dawn of a new year?" She asked inquisitively.
The blonde dropped her arms from her chest and neared her companion. "It's a surprise."
Rhonda was taller on her skates, yet Helga wrapped her arms around her companion's torso and pushed her toes upward. The dark haired teen placed her hands upon Helga's jawline as she lowered her head. And their eager lips met together in a desirous gesture.
~2 Months Ago~
Once Rhonda started to receive money for helping out Curly's grandmother, and Helga snagged that job at Vitello's Flowers, they actually had cash to go out and do things.
Before, they never had any income to go out to the movies or the mall. Well, Rhonda did, and then she lost that allowance after her episode with her father's imploding convertible. Remember that wacky adventure, gang? Ah, good times. So, actually spending money that they earned was a new experience for both of them.
After Helga worked off her debt for the damage she caused at Joe's Eats, she decided she didn't really want to pursue the career of a fry cook. However, it wasn't all for naught. While they were closing up the restaurant one night and goofing off, she did acquire one rusty old pickup truck from Stinky Peterson in a game of gin rummy.
Even though she did think it was cursed because of her nightmares and hexed with some vampire voodoo she decided to keep it. Why? Maybe it was the psychology of facing her fears head on. That, or she was getting annoyed with Olga enlisting her as a personal chauffeur. If Olga's plan was to irritate Helga enough to be responsible and get her own vehicle, then it worked! So, the blonde teenager went to the DMV, got her license in a jiffy, and began driving the sputtering hunk of crap around Hillwood like a BOSS. No curse was going to ruin her sunny day if she had moving wheels (that she owned) under her feet.
Rhonda was definitely excited at the thought of Helga driving them around. First, she was tired of traveling to and from places on a gross, smelly public bus. Second, even if her father did somehow forgive her and somehow gave her a vehicle of her own, no insurance company in America would insure her after her fiasco in Pennsylvania.
So, they did go to the mall, department stores, restaurants, and parks that they rarely went to before. To Helga, their chemistry felt different. Before all they did was drink, smoke weed and engage in sexual acts. The more she thought about it with this new perspective on life, she felt sad. Sad for her old self and Rhonda's old self. Yet, she also remembered they were young and didn't know any different. They grew up doing what they weren't supposed to be doing because it was naughty and fun.
Now that she had her independence and had forgiven a lot of wrongs that people had done to her in the past, she felt fresh and revitalized. She actually wanted to go out and experience things and it made her happy that Rhonda wanted to do the same.
They had continued on their journey of friendship after Helga had ended their destructive and reliant relationship three months ago when school started. It was going great. Rhonda was still sober. Helga decided to regularly visit a new therapist that Bliss had recommended. And then...the feelings started to arise.
At the beginning of summer, she felt like she needed Rhonda in her life. A love blossomed out of dependency and weakness. Rhonda was there to make any emotional pain or anxiety stop in an instance. It made her feel awful, but she admitted to herself; she used her friend like a tool.
Now when she stared at her longtime companion, there was a want. A blissful want she hadn't felt for a very long time. Helga also admitted, she had crushed on Phoebe when her short friend returned from Kentucky. At the time, it was new and exciting in her sad and miserable life. After the excitement wore off, she knew loving Miss Heyerdahl as a close friend was what her heart desired.
But Rhonda- Rhonda's roots were deep inside her. Now when she was with Rhonda, there was a lingering; a feeling she used to experience when she thought back to the first day she met Arnold. A bright and happy emotion. The two teenage girls had a checkered past, but they got through it and ended up on the other side. Maybe that's what made the feeling all that brighter.
Here was a person that knew her inside and out and still loved her unconditionally. That's all she ever wanted from Arnold. But that fantasy staring wonder-boy was over; now she could live the dream in reality with a girl she felt was much more deserving of her passions and time.
It was a brisk fall day, and Rhonda wanted to see a movie together. Helga wasn't a big movie person. Movie theaters were only good for one thing in her opinion; stalking a paramour that made her heart waves quake and her love boat tremble.
The blonde teen drew in a deep breath as she lightly squirmed in the theater seat. Rhonda sat next to her, munching on popcorn in one hand while her other rested on the armrest between the two.
The beaming light of the projector reflecting off the large white screen danced across their faces while darkness loomed the nooks of the theater. Rhonda's tantalizing perfume flooded her sense of smell. Helga was able to block out the sounds of the movie to selectively hear Miss Lloyd chewing on popcorn kernels. It drove her crazy, in a good way.
She wasn't paying attention, but she knew the movie was stupid. Why couldn't the RATS! franchise just die? It was already bad enough it was a play, now they had to turn it into a movie too?
Helga fidgited some more and peered down, noticing Rhonda's hand lying on the arm rest. She bit her lip and shifted in her chair.
"Popcorn?" The dark haired girl asked.
Helga felt a shiver up her spine, as if her friend had read her thoughts. "Um, yeah sure." She took some popcorn and munched on it while she inconspicuously stared back down at Rhonda's hand. Her eyes drifted lower to the floor and noticed Rhonda's black designer boots.
Yeah, that was simple. Just nudge your foot against hers. Nothing to it. She probably won't even notice.
Helga cleared her throat and crossed her arms. She casually moved her foot so her ankle would brush against Rhonda's.
Miss Lloyd continued to stare at the bright moving screen and munch on her salty snack.
Success.
After some sneaky foot action, and thirty more minutes of yodeling morons in rat costumes, the movie ended and the two girls drove back to Rhonda's place in the upper city.
Rhonda was the first one to speak up once Helga reached the front of the exclusive apartment building. "Do you want to hang out a little longer?"
The blonde's heart fluttered. Eagerly hoping and happy they could spend more time together. "Sounds good. I've got nothing going on."
"Good, you can help me with my dress for the upcoming play. You're going to gag once you see what it is." They got out of the parked truck and Rhonda spoke to the doorman as they entered through the large door he opened for all residents. "Francois, please park Helga's automobile."
The french doorman peered over at the shabby truck and attempted not to sneer. "Of course, Miss Lloyd."
Helga dropped the keys into his gloved hand. "She's got a sticky shifter, so don't worry if you need to get a little rough with her, ey Franky?" She winked and nudged the doorman.
He glared at the blonde as she and Rhonda entered a large elevator and made their way skybound to the Lloyd penthouse.
One they entered the vast familiar apartment, Helga noticed it was rather quiet. "Your parents are out?"
Rhonda pulled off her peacoat and hung it on the hook in the foyer. "Yes, for a while. They thought skiing in the mountains of Aspen, Colorado might help save their crumbling marriage. Come, everything is in my room."
Helga followed her friend into the room she had been in so many times before. Her eyes wandered around the space; It appeared the same, although Rhonda now had her sewing utensils out and set on a desk which looked new. Helga saw the dress hanging on a valet stand by the sewing machine. "Oh no."
"Oh no, is right. Do you know how hard I fought against this? I mean, who wants to see Romeo and Juliet in the fall?" Rhonda walked over to the dress. "I don't like working with velvet, I don't like working with lace. I mean, I appreciate the Italian Renaissance for what it is, but it is not my kind of glamour."
Helga sighed. She also thought it was a tacky decision. "I thought you and Curly were voting for his playscript of Hocus Pocus for the fall play?"
"We were! But they said since he spends so much time coaching the football team now, his vote doesn't count." She groaned aloud. "It's total bullshit, so I'm stuck creating this abomination for Rachel Decarlo."
"Brings back memories for sure." The blonde chuckled at her own expense. "Remember when you were the understudy for Juliet in the fourth grade, and I convinced you to drop out?"
"Well, I mean, you didn't have to convince me very hard. The dress was atrocious. Thankfully, I don't have to wear this one either."
"I'm sure Rachel Decarlo will do a much better job than I did." Helga thought aloud. Not that she thought she did a bad job, however she did cram all the lines in a night or two.
Rhonda snickered and batted her eyelashes. "I don't know. Remember when you kissed Arnold for like thirty seconds without catching a breath?"
"Hey Princess, that's how long it said to kiss him in the script."
"Uh, huh. I read the script, remember, Helga?"
Helga defensively crossed her arms. "So? I improvised a bit. I was just giving the paying audience what they came for. A melodramatic smooch."
"I think it's almost finished, but I want to make sure there aren't any loose seams. Can you try it on for me? You and Rachel have roughly the same figure."
The blonde blushed for a moment. Now memories really did come flooding back to her. "Do I need to...undress or-?"
"No, you should be able to slip through the front like a hospital gown. It ties in the back."
"Alright." Helga responded and pulled off her coat, setting it upon Rhonda's bed. "You mind if I let my hair down though? This hair tie is giving me a stinkin' headache." She then yanked the tie from her ponytail, and her golden locks fell down upon her shoulders.
Rhonda grinned to herself as she admired the view of her friend's long blonde hair with pink streaks. "How fitting."
Helga smirked. "Nah, I had it braided, remember? Miriam spent like, the whole morning on my hair that day. Took way longer than it should've because she was on her second breakfast cocktail."
Miss Lloyd held up the dress as Helga walked forward and slid her arms through the holes. She then rounded her friend to tie the back. The dress fit rather snug. Rhonda's brow rose and she questioned. "Um...did you gain weight?"
"Hmm? Oh, maybe. Ever since I started picking up jobs for Trish I'll hit the gym with her a couple times a week."
"Oh?" Rhonda bit her bottom lip, now regretting telling Helga to not take off her clothes. She rounded to the front of the blonde teen again and inspected the dress. "Looks like there's a loose seam on the collar. Please hold still, I don't want to accidentally prick you." Rhonda folded the fabric around Helga's neck and gently inserted the pin. She casually asked, "Do you still remember any of Juliet's lines?"
"Oh, Lord. Unfortunately I do."
Rhonda chuckled as she tended to the seam. "My favorite line was always, 'Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night…'."
Helga did remember that line. It was one of her favorites as well. She cleared her throat. "Wow, pretty sappy, Princess."
The dark haired girl playfully glared at her. "Don't make me poke you. Come on, what's yours then?"
Helga squinted her eyes as she thought long and hard, back to a time she'd rather not relive. "Um...Alright. Are you ready for this one?" She would pretend like it was difficult to remember, however she could recall this line vividly. "Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet."
Rhonda hesitated for a moment before responding. "Isn't that one of Romeo's lines?"
Helga shrugged faintly, as to not get pricked. "He had some good lines." She attempted not to blush, completely forgetting that she had also memorized Romeo's lines. At the time it seemed like a good idea, in case she needed to help Arnold if he were to get mentally stuck. Fighting her embarrassment, she changed the conversation. "By the way, how do I look?"
"Way better than Rachel."
Helga simply scoffed. "Good one, Princess. Last year she was nominated most likely to be a model."
"Well, Rachel didn't win that now did she?"
The blonde chewed on her top lip and revealed a subtle smile. "No, Rhon'. You did."
Rhonda caught herself staring into the shades of blue colors in Helga's eyes for a couple seconds and felt goosebumps rise upon her arms. She blinked and cleared her throat. "I'm almost done."
Helga then gazed up into the tall ceilings of Rhonda's room. "Man, I was a pathetic kid. I did everything in my power to make sure I was Juliet. Just for a kiss."
"From what I remember, it was an outstanding performance. I cried even. Honestly, I've seen Rachel run some of Juliet's lines and she pales in comparison."
Helga altered her view back to Rhonda. "Oh really?"
"Oh, yeah. It's a shame she's up there and not you." Rhonda finished marking the spots she needed to hem and stuck her extra pins back into the pincushion nearby.
"Are you finished? May I move now?"
"Yes, you may mo-"
Helga cut her off by closing the gap between them and pressed her mouth firmly against her companion's.
Rhonda's brown eyes widened at the supple pressure now on her mouth. She quickly succumbed to it though, praying internally that this wasn't another one of her dreams and that it was in fact reality. She closed her eyes and moved her hands upon Helga's cheeks, pulling the blonde's face closer, deepening the kiss.
Their affectionate gesture lasted probably as long as the kiss with Romeo-Arnold did. Eventually, she needed to breathe and Helga reluctantly pulled away. Her blue eyes watery as she stared into Rhonda's face then back to her lips, relishing the fireworks booming in her heart and the warm sensation that Rhonda's mouth left upon hers. A tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Rhonda noticed and asked, a bit alarmed. "What's wrong?"
Helga released a sad chuckle. "I just...feel dumb. I had all those years to kiss you whenever I wanted...and I didn't. I regret that because your kiss is...the glow and crackle of a fire on winter morning." She sighed heavily, lost in her emotions. "I'm sorry, I-...I understand if you don't feel the same way anymore."
Rhonda shifted her hand from Helga's cheek and tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her friend's ear. "Of course, I feel the same way. I just said you were way more beautiful than Rachel Decarlo. I meant it." She moved forward and rested her forehead against Helga's, then fondly nuzzled her nose with the blonde's.
Helga's demeanor lightened and she admired being so close to Rhonda's face. Through her glasses she could see everything clearly. All the hues of brown in Rhonda's chocolate colored eyes. A detail she couldn't see before. "So, what now?"
Rhonda nibbled on her lower lip and responded coyly. "Hmm, if my math is correct, you have roughly six years of catching up to do. You might as well start now."
The blonde grinned and moistened her lips.
Rhonda leaned in as well, but paused before their mouths met again. "Oh, and I was totally into that footsie at the movie theater."
Helga released a faint laugh. "I wanted to hold your hand but I...chickened out." She gently shook her head. "Just this week I jumped on top of a toilet seat in the boy's restroom and held a kid upside down by his ankles, dunking his head into the bowl like it was a fucking biscotti. He was a hundred and fifty pounds and on the basketball team. Yet, the thought of holding your hand...makes me tremble in my sneakers."
Rhonda giggled and smiled tenderly, holding up her hand. "This little thing?" She altered her eyes down and interlaced her fingers with her companion's. "Happy?"
Helga loved the touch on her skin. She remembered how perfect their fingers fit together. She nodded and gazed into Rhonda's face, swooning as their lips again.
~Present~
Miss Lloyd exhaled a subtle moan as their tongues and mouths parted. "Lord, I missed you."
Helga grinned as she stared up at her beau with heavy lidded eyes. "It's only been two days since we saw each other last."
"It feels like an eternity." Rhonda caressed her lips alongside Helga's rosy cheek and began nibbling on the blonde's earlobe. She whispered. "Mmm, how long do we have before he comes back?"
Helga chuckled at Rhonda's kisses and heavy breaths tickling her in a sensitive spot. "Probably five minutes. He's annoyingly fast with deliveries. It's obnoxious how good he is at this job."
Miss Lloyd reluctantly pulled away. Her brown eyes filled with mischief and desire. "Damn."
Helga bounced her thick eyebrows and her hands moved from Rhonda's waist, down to her rump. "Don't worry...I think you'll like your surprise. It'll be worth it."
Suggestive thoughts now flooded the dark haired girl's imagination as she felt Helga squeeze her ass. "Oh yeah? Like...worth it-worth it?"
The teen girls had transitioned from friends into an actual couple around two months ago. They agreed to take things emotionally and physically slow, as hard as it was. And they both worried about leaping back into old bad habits, even though they were both in a mentally good place. So, that meant holding off on one big factor. The sex factor. But today was a special occasion, right?
"Something like that."
Rhonda winked down at her girlfriend. "I might be able to get it out of her."
"Don't you dare. Brooke promised me she wouldn't tell you. However, I don't know how solid her promises are."
"Don't worry, Precious. She won't budge." Rhonda savored one more taste of Helga's mouth and then turned to pick up the planter of desert flowers. "I shall deliver it to Mrs Lloyd." She then raised her perfect brow. "Do I get a tip, m'lady?"
Helga grinned mischievously, and whipped her hand back only for it to come back and slap Rhonda hard on the butt. The sound echoed throughout the glass covered space. "And there will be more later."
Rhonda chewed on her lower lip, appreciating the stinging feeling on her ass now. "Mmm, I'm excited."
The blonde accompanied Rhonda to the front door of the shop and opened it for her companion. "You're not going to trip walking two dogs and carrying that planter are you? Because I can have Arnold deliver it later if it's too much."
Rhonda twirled around on the skates, completing 160 degrees. The dogs were merry again to be outside; the snowflakes falling atop their wrinkles. "I'm very talented and an excellent multitasker, remember, my precious girl?"
Helga rested her head against the door frame of Vitello's flowers and gazed at Rhonda; her jet black hair and dark maroon peacoat, contrasting against the snow that coated the ground and fluttered in the air. She sighed happily with a heavy, enamored heart. "Okay. I love you, be safe out there."
"Of course, my love." Rhonda lifted her hand to blow her girlfriend a kiss and began buoyantly skating down the sidewalk with her doggie companions.
Helga watched her skate away until she rounded the street corner and out of sight. The blonde then took out a cell phone from the pocket in her work apron. She flipped it open and began punching the numbers to text a recipient.
Helga, 1:36 PM: She has no idea what we're up to. I'll see you soon.
'LL', 1:37 PM: Perfect. ;)
~1 Month Ago~
It was the first time she had been in his room. It was organized yet cluttered. There were posters on the wall of several different Broadway plays and musicals; various types of garments hanging or folded up. Costumes, hats and masks filled the space along with sewing materials and utensils. Helga was sure he was looking forward to getting back to drama club in the spring.
"Sorry, for the clutter. I'm honestly surprised, I usually have much more OCD than this." Curly commented as he spun around in his computer chair. He wore a dark green robe with a yellow embroidered 'C' near the right side of his chest. "But it was either I take all the costumes from this last semester, or Rhonda was going to have to throw them out. Did you see that monstrous rendition of Romeo and Juliet!? Ugh!"
"No, thankfully I didn't. What're you going to do with the costumes?"
He shrugged plainly. "Probably recycle them into something for my Grandmother. She always adores the outfits I make her." He stopped spinning in the chair and crossed one leg over the other. He then linked his fingers and tilted his head at her curiously and smiled. "So, what can I help you with, Miss Pataki?"
Coco the kitty kneaded a spot on his bed and circled the spot a few times before nuzzling into the comforter. Helga blushed, speaking about this subject in front of Curly's innocent cat. "Okay, so…" She lowered her voice and squinted her eyes awkwardly. "You know Rhonda's favorite porno right?"
He simply nodded as if this were common knowledge. "Of course. Rubber Luver: IV, The Rubbening. It has, anal, bondage and catsuits. Her top three favorite kinks. I'm obligated to know this."
Helga paused and her brows wrinkled in confusion. "Obligated by Rhonda?"
"No, myself. I wouldn't be her bestest best friend if I didn't know." Curly took a cup from his computer desk into his hands and modestly sipped on the hot tea.
The blonde faintly rolled her blue eyes. "Well, if I could provide you funds for the materials, would you be open to…" Her blush deepend. "...making her a catsuit? For...sexual purposes, in case that wasn't already implied."
He choked on his warm drink. "Oh my God. I would be so honored; that would be a dream! Wait… just for her or you too?"
Helga rubbed her neck and peered down at the slumbering feline who didn't seem to mind their conversation. "...I didn't really consider one for myself."
"Okay, you CAN NOT have just one catsuit. I'm sure Rhonda would love to see you in some latex." He turned around in his chair and pushed the power button on his desktop computer, setting his tea cup back down onto the desk. "I'm going to need her measurements from head to toe. Which is fine, I already have that. So, that just leaves you, Helga, my dear."
"Double the fun...I guess?" Helga hesitantly responded, rather unsure of herself.
Curly tapped his chin and pondered, his legs still crossed. There was a twinkle in his amber eyes. "Do you also need...equipment?"
Helga knew what he was referring to. She drew in a deep embarrassed breath through her nostrils then cleared her throat confidently. She held up her hand. "I'm packing all the equipment I need right here."
"I'm sure that'll get the job done, but I've overheard that women like...that other sort of equipment."
Helga moved her hand to massage the bridge of her nose. "I don't even want to know how you know that."
Curly rolled his sparkling amber eyes. "Helga, I'm not seven years old. I have my own toys and tricks."
"How are you even able to get that kind of...stuff?"
"Same way I get everything else I'm not supposed to have. I steal it."
She tried to turn the conversation on him, so she could try to subside her blush. "You know, I never asked, but have you ever actually used those tricks with anyone?"
The smallest smile crept into the corners of his lips. His brows rose at his recollection of memories. "Well, you can't share this information, I mean, Rhonda obviously already knows, but, do you know Alan Redman?"
"Isn't he a photographer for the yearbook club?"
Curly hesitated for a moment, for dramatic affect. "Let's just say he doesn't only like to take photos for the school yearbook."
Helga pursed her lips, now curious and interested. "When was this?"
"Oh, a few years back. We were only together a couple months though. He didn't want his dad finding out."
"Did you like him?"
He waved his hand nonchalantly in the air. "Of course, I like lots of boys. But you know me, I'm an independent career woman. I don't have time for a man right now. Especially not with all the shenanigans you have planned for me."
Helga smirked and thought aloud to herself. "I wonder if Alan has any of those photos saved?"
"Oh, he wouldn't even think to blackmail me. He should know by now I'm utterly shameless."
She chuckled. "I wasn't thinking of him using them for blackmail."
After what seemed like five minutes of booting, the computer screen flickered to the desktop. "Okay, now that my computer is up and running, I can start planning." Curly grabbed his measuring tape and walked over. "Stand up and hold out your arms, please. You're definitely less curvy than Rhonda, but more toned. This will be a fun challenge."
Helga sighed as she stood up from the bed and bit her bottom lip, holding out her arms. "Crimany, I can't believe I'm doing this."
He rounded the blonde and began running the tape along her limbs. "We all do weird things for love, trust me, I would be the expert on that. How long's it been now since you two, ah...performed the devil's tango?"
"Hmm. Probably since school started? So...at least four months, I think?"
"Well, with my incredible sewing capabilities and your 'skills' I'm sure it'll be well worth her wait." After another minute, he sat back down in front of his computer and began to write down Helga's measurements on a piece of paper next to his keyboard. "And, uh, shall I aquire you some... equipment? I highly recommend it."
Helga shrugged and fought off another heated blush. "Sure, if it'll make you happy."
"Any happiness of Rhonda's is happiness of mine. Plus there's this new model that I've been looking at, and she can tell me if it's good or not. Heh, heh, heh."
"I don't think I've ever experienced you being so generous to me."
Curly peered up at the screen and grabbed his mouse. He double clicked on the internet icon and a browser popped up on his monitor. "Oh, Helga, I know you'd do the same for me if you were in my position. Plus, I'll be using a material I've never sewn with before! It's exciting! How do you think they make the suit look so seamless though? Also, do you think the zipper starts from the base of the neck and goes halfway down the chest? Or do you think it starts from the lower abdomen, between the thighs and up to the top of the butt crack?" He snorted to himself and began typing search keywords onto his keyboard. "I mean, there will be an opening down there regardless. Obviously."
Helga sat back down and relaxed back onto his bed, leaning upon an elbow. She petted Coco's slumbering head with her free hand. "Hmm, whatever you think is best?"
"Alright, I found a website that should have all the materials I need. Give me a couple weeks for the materials to come in, and for my labor of love. You can pay me either by cash or check."
"Sounds good. What do you think you'll tell your parents when the packages come in?"
"Hell, I'll just tell them you two are going deep sea diving or snorkeling in Florida."
Helga snicked. "And you think they'll buy that?"
Curly turned his swivel chair to look at her and he winked confidently. "It's nothing out of the ordinary from what I usually tell them."
~Present~
Helga's shift had ended around two pm. She said her goodbyes to Arnold for the moment since she would see him later, and left out front. Her truck was parked on the curb outside the flower shop.
She was excited about reaching her next destination for the day. A project they had been working on for the last month. She put the vehicle into drive and began her trek to the familiar townhome.
Eventually she reached the tall narrow condo and parked the vehicle out front on the curb. She exited the truck and made her way down the pathway, brushing her feet on the welcome mat as she then knocked on the door.
A few seconds passed before she heard the lock unlatch and the door opened, revealing a shorter dark haired woman. Gina smiled at the blonde's presence. "Oh, hello, Helga! Come on in, Addy said you'd be stopping by."
"Thanks, Mrs G." Helga commented as she entered the warm home.
"He mentioned he was making scuba suits for you and Rhonda. You know, a couple years ago Mr Gammelthorpe and I headed on down to Key West, Florida to do some snorkeling. We had a blast!"
The blonde covered her mouth as she suppressed a loud laugh wanting to escape from her lungs. Her facial features scrunched.
Gina took notice and asked like the nurturing mother she was. "Oh, are you alright, dear? Do you have a cold?"
The teen girl finally released the laugh in a painful cough. "Agh. Yes, I'm sorry Mrs G. I'll just go up to Curly's room. I don't want to pass on anything to you."
The mother nodded. "Okay, then. Hopefully you feel better before your trip to Key West!"
Helga's face wrinkled again as she suppressed another laugh and jogged up the stairs. Once she got to Curly's room, she went in and closed the door behind her, releasing a fit of giggles.
The young man was on his computer. He turned around in his swivel chair once he noticed her presence. "What's so funny?"
"Your mom...thinking Rhonda and I are going snorkeling."
He grinned wickedly. "Told you she'd buy it." Curly then stood up from his chair. "Come, come, let's not waste any time. I've been slaving away at this project for weeks, are you ready for your catsuit catwalk?"
Her chuckles died and they were replaced by a nervous shiver up her spine. Her cheeks reddened. "Do I have to...wear it in front of you?"
"Of course! I have to make sure I cut your measurements correctly. Oh, I'm so terribly excited! I think you'll love it!" He went to his closet and rummaged around, eventually coming back to her with his arms full of a sleek rubber-like material. He draped the garment down as he held up the shoulders, showing it off to her. "Top of the line latex. Point forty five millimeters of thickness. Nylon enclosed, charcoal gunmetal zippers in all the right places. I searched for two hours on the internet, finding this specific color, material and width. Do you know how detrimental and distracting the wrong color zipper would be?"
Helga's eyes browsed up and down the immaculate outfit. "You mean..the black color?"
Curly stared at her seriously; his pupils large against his amber irises. "No. Charcoal. Gunmetal."
The blonde nodded apologetically. "Right, I'm sorry. Charcoal gunmetal."
He released a heavy sigh, done with his spiel and proudly handed it over to her. "You can change right there, I will turn my back and close my eyes!" He turned his back towards her and crossed his arms, giddy with his finished product. "However, I am very curious about your bare figure, at least from all the stories Rhonda's told me about."
Helga began to strip. "Only in your dreams." She held up the rubber suit and inspected the sleek, practically seamless outfit. "You said there's a zipper between the thighs? Or was it the neck?"
"I decided on a neck entry. There should be two sets of zippers starting on each side of the neck, and then they trail to the tips of your shoulders."
Helga unzipped it and felt inside the suit. "Ah, convenient." She slid her legs in first, then arms and zipped herself up. She immediately felt the tight compression around her body. It fit snug and she wasn't the biggest fan of the slick texture on her skin, but it's not like she would wear it everyday...hopefully. "Alright, it's on."
He gave a hop of elation. "Eee! How do you feel?"
"Like I'm wearing a rubber suit."
He gestured his hand. "Did you put on the mask? It should be there on the bed."
Helga glanced over, somehow not noticing the dark garment before when she entered the room. "Oh."
"I cut out an extra hole in the back so you could pull out your hair, preferably in a braid or ponytail."
She inspected the mask and found scarce openings. "Am I going to be able to breathe in this?"
"Of course, I cut out very tiny nose holes!"
She rolled her blues eyes and pulled the stretchy mask over her head. It was a very strange feeling. Her mouth and eyes were exposed, along with two small holes for her nostrils to breathe through. She would probably have to breathe from her mouth most of the time since her lungs were compressed. She adjusted herself in a confident stance. "Okay, I'm ready. You can look."
Curly turned around and gasped loudly. "Oh my goodness. You look divine! Like a sexy, evil, goddess! Rhonda's mind is going to blow. Along with her nether regions." He strode up to her closely to inspect his work. Browsing her sleek exterior, he chuckled. "You know what I just thought of? I'm like the Fairy Godmother and you're Cinderella!
Helga scoffed. "Then what happens at midnight?"
"Then it will be 2004, another year will start and the new Helga Pataki will emerge! Ugh, I'm so happy for you, you get to experience it in one of Curly Gammelthorpe's original creations!"
The blonde played along. "Well, I'm very grateful to my Fairy Gimp Mother, Li-Li.
He burst out into a giggle. "Hee hee, I love that! Your Fairy Gimp Mother! Now please raise your arms and bend your knees. I want to see how it holds up with movement."
Helga did what she was asked and questioned him a little nervously. "What if your mom comes in?"
Curly merely shrugged. "Then I'll tell her what I always do. 'Don't worry about it.'" His hands then went up over his mouth. "Oh my goodness, you know what else I just thought of? You look just like a masked vigilante! You should say something clever and then kick over my lamp!"
Helga glanced over at the nearby innocent floorlamp. "Kick it?"
"Yes! Do it!" He exclaimed vigorously.
"Uh." Helga then faced the light fixture and raised her fists in a defensive stance. "You've burned your last bulb!" She quickly turned around and then came back at the lamp with a spinning kick. It broke in half and sparked as the shade and bulb collided with the floor.
"Yes! Yes!" He jumped up and down manically.
She gazed down at her reflective latex covered fingers and arms. "You know what? I do kind of feel like I could be on WrestleMania."
Curly gasped again and ran over to a medium sized table with patterns and cut bits of rubber material. "I'll move all my supplies, then you can take out my table!"
"Wait, take it ...out?"
"Yes!" He gathered the materials in his arms and threw them haphazardly into his open closet. "It gave me a splinter this morning! It must pay!"
Helga shrugged. "Alright." She then hopped onto his bed and began jumping up and down; the springs creaking with each jump. "I'm BrunHelga, The Destroyer!" With one more forceful jump, she leaped towards the table and bent her elbow, extending it forward. The blonde crashed into the table with a powerful elbow drop and the wood split in half at her might.
"YES!" Curly screamed.
"Ow." Helga mumbled and achingly sat up in the rubble of wood around her. That hurt, but it was worth it. The suit held up pretty well too.
There was a pounding at the door. "THADDEUS CURLAN GAMMELTHORPE! What on earth is going on in there!?"
The two teens looked at each other.
"Don't worry about it, Mother!" He called back innocently.
There was a grumble and a huff from the agitated and worried parent. "FINE."
Curly waited a few seconds to hear her stomp away before he continued. "I also had some extra material and some spare time and made you other gifts!" He went back to his desk and opened one of the drawers, taking out the items and setting them onto his bed.
Helga stood up carefully. She initially worried about splinters, but then she guessed she didn't have to. Not with all this rubber protecting her. "You shouldn't have." She walked over to where he had everything laid out on the mattress.
"Oh, I know, but once I start I cannot stop! I found one of Coco's old cat toys and turned it into something much more fun! I took two thin strips of the latex and braided it together, then drilled a hole through one of her old balls, and made a ball gag!"
Helga snorted humorously. "Do you think you should be saying that so loudly? Your mom was just outside the door."
His hands fell onto his hips. "Helga, Helga, Helga. How many times do I have to tell you? My parents are so vanilla, the other day I walked around the house with it in my mouth, and I told my mother it was a hands-free, jawbreaker licking device. She completely believed me and praised my ingenuity."
"But...didn't she notice it was a cat toy?"
He simply shrugged. "I was curious and also made one with a jawbreaker. It worked out pretty well! Very tasty." He then sorted through his proud creations on his bed. "Okay, so I made a few masks for either the mouth or eyes. The straps simply wrap around the back of the head with some velcro I attached. Some other thick long strips if you want to tie her up to something such as a bedpost or...maybe a chair? Whatever satisfies her sensual rubbery cravings! I mean, tonight will be the practice round, so if you need any tweaking or upgrades just let me know!"
Helga browsed over the items. She wasn't an expert on...uh, the subject, but she was pretty sure she knew how to use them and what to do. "I'll do my best to put it all to good use."
"Oh! One more thing. The star of the show! Close your eyes."
The blonde sighed and closed her blue eyes. She was pretty sure she knew what was coming next.
She heard the noises of him rummaging around in his desk drawer again before he spoke up. "Okay, you can open them!"
Helga released another heavy sigh and slowly opened them, but once she saw what he held in his hands, they widened.
"What do you think about this bad boy?"
He was holding exactly what she was thinking. The equipment she was reluctant about but agreed to use tonight. The black phallic object was fastened into a leather harness that was designed to wrap and hug the pelvic area. Obviously used for penetrating a bit deeper than she could with just her fingers.
The teen girl had never seen anything like it in real life or up close. Maybe in those low quality VHS pornos they watched from Buckley's stash, but this looked much more...robust than that flaccid thing wiggling around on the fuzzy TV screen. "I'm going to assume he's a...good one?"
"Of course! Isn't he superb? The length, the girth!" He performed a chef's kiss. "Magnifique!" He handed her the 'equipment' and then turned, grabbing a piece of paper that he printed from the shipping website he purchased the items from using an identity he stole from one Mr Simmons. Curly browsed the details of the page. "Apparently his name is 'Rob'. Hmm, how relevant."
Helga curiously inspected her gift. Well, she paid for it, so she supposed it wasn't really a gift. Maybe more a thoughtful gesture that someone picked out for her with her money. "Do they all come with names?"
He set the paper back down. "Of course. Doesn't your pussy have a name?"
She hesitated and a subtle blush bloomed onto her cheeks. "...yes."
"Well, what is it?" He crossed his arms.
"...Madam President."
He nodded, rather satisfied with her response. "Nice. I like that. And now you'll be flying Air Force One right into Rhonda."
Helga burst out laughing as he went into a fit of chuckles. They stayed that way for about a minute or so.
The blonde attempted to catch her breath. "Okay, forget 'Rob'. That's his new name." She wiped the humorous tears from her eyes and then surprisingly, wrapped her arms around the shorter boy's shoulders in a hug, still holding onto the harness. Her tone was grateful. "Curly, thank you, for everything. You went above and beyond."
The boy's facial features softened as he returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her rubber body and patting her back. "Aww, I care about Rhonda and I do care about you too, Helga Pataki. You've grown on me...like a benign tumor that I'm rather fond of."
Helga snickered as she pulled back and Curly glanced over at the pile of wood that used to be his desk for cutting material. His hands fell onto his hips. "Well, I'll let my father know we have firewood for the evening."
XOXOX
After she helped Curly pack all her new items up in a suitcase, and dressed back into her normal clothes, she left his house and headed towards the YMAA gym for her workout session with Trish. Ever since she had started to pick up jobs for her tall muscular friend, she had to make sure she was in fit shape for whatever kind of resistance might have come her way. She didn't mind it at all.
Helga parked her truck in the parking lot and pulled out her duffle bag. She made her way to the entrance of the building and then went to the girl's locker room to change into her workout clothes. Once she was done, she headed towards the space with all the exercise equipment, dumbbells and powerracks. Eventually finding two of her closest friends and Harold.
"Whats up, gang?" Helga greeted.
Trish hung out by one of the powerracks. All racked up with the bar and ready to go. Harold was nearby, lifting dumbbells while Phoebe was off to the side, stretching on her yoga mat. The burly girl showed Helga her watch. "Nothing much. Just waiting for your tardy ass to show up."
The blonde held up her hands in her defense. "Hey, I had a really important meeting to attend to."
"Is that where you got that bruise?" Trish pointed to her friend's elbow.
Helga glanced down at her arm. There was a purple hue blossoming from her elbow. "Oh, yeah. I elbow dropped a table in half."
The burly teen just stared at her now wide eyed.
"What?" She snapped.
"Give me the deets."
Helga sighed and moved her fingers under her glasses to massage her eyes. Now how was she supposed to keep everything a secret? Not like she didn't want to tell Trish about the voluptuous evening she had planned, but she just wanted this one thing to herself for right now. Well, this one thing between her and Curly. "Trust me, it was a really boring meeting. That's all I have to say about it."
"Tsk. What a Secretive Stacey. We're wasting time talking about it anyway." She nodded her head towards where Phoebe resided. "Get to stretching and then you're benching eighty."
Helga turned and walked over to the corner where Phoebe was performing downward dog on her yoga mat. She was wearing Helga's ribbon around her wrist like she usually did everyday. However, she wasn't wearing her other violet ribbons. Over the months, Miss Heyerdahl had been revealing more and more skin on her arms and even removed some of her piercings, letting the holes close up; wearing less makeup. Maybe she was feeling more comfortable with her body as it was and didn't feel the need to hide it or distract viewers from her scars.
"Konichiwa, Helga!" She greeted from her position.
"Konichiwa, Pheebs." Helga sat down next to her longtime friend and began to stretch her arms. "How's the yoga coming along?"
"Fantastic!" She ended the pose and sat on her rump, criss crossing her legs. "I'm still rather tender from my hot yoga session with Rhonda and Brooke the other day. We got brunch afterwards and they both thought acupuncture might be conducive for the tension in my lumbar. I don't know why I didn't ponder it before."
Helga smirked and winced as she stretched her muscles. "Because Rhonda and Brooke weren't there before to tell you what you needed in your life."
"So true." Phoebe leaned in close to whisper. "Have you ever ogled at Brooke's rear end? Glutes of steel."
Helga released a boisterous laugh. "You should see her in a bikini. By the way, are you going to Arnold's party tonight?
"Of course. Gerald wants me to be there for sure. He said he has a surprise for me."
"Everyone is full of surprises today. Maybe he's going to propose before it's too late."
Phoebe raised her brow and pursed her lips. "Well, he'd have to wait four to eight years, depending on whether I want to pursue my graduate. Which, I probably will."
When Phoebe first came back to Hillwood, Helga suspected her friend might have been keeping something from her. Fortunately, shortly after school started, she disclosed to Helga that she had already graduated highschool, and that she was only attending for the sake of her mental well being.
She wasn't shocked at the fact that Phoebe was smart enough to graduate early. She was more surprised Phoebe came back to Hillwood in the first place. But she understood in a way.
Trying to be better than she had in the past, Helga supported Phoebe's decision to stay, or even go to college if she wanted. All she truly wanted was for her friend to be happy, even if it meant she had to leave again.
She had learned a lot these past few months. From Bliss, from life. The world didn't revolve around her, and honestly, she didn't want it to. It was nice to let go of anxiety and anger she held onto for so long. Now that she had a vehicle, she was looking forward to visiting Phoebe every other weekend. Getting out of Hillwood and exploring what may be a near future for her as well.
"Am I still driving you up there to help you move into your dorm?"
Phoebe smiled warmly. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I think Trish mentioned she wanted to tag along. Maybe if all my new colleagues see you two, no one will dare to mess with me."
"If they do, you can tell them Trish is usually the last thing your oppressors see before they blackout."
The shorter teen giggled. "Will do. I'm still packing, but I should have everything ready in a week or so."
Helga reached for her toes in a hamstring stretch. "Well, I still need to give you my most precious item to take with you. My VHS tape of 'The Abyss'."
Miss Heyerdahl grinned, showing her teeth this time. "That sounds splendid. And I'll leave you my VHS tape of 'Alien'. By the way, are you going to Arnold's party?
"Yep, and then I have a rendezvous planned for Rhonda and I later."
"Ooo, details?" Phoebe asked inquisitively.
The blonde bit her bottom lip. "Trust me, I want to tell you so bad. But I have to keep it a secret for now."
"That makes me even more keen to hear the details later."
"Oh, there should be many details." She nudged Phoebe's leg with her own. "Alright, I better head over to Trish before she makes me piggyback her across the gym again."
"That was highly entertaining though."
Helga playfully stuck out her tongue at Phoebe. "Zip it and do your yoga." She stood up and walked back over to a waiting Trish. "Sorry I'm late."
The strong teenager crossed her arms. "Apology accepted. How come you won't tell me about your meeting, huh? Is it because Harold's here?"
Helga laid down on the bench below the horizontal bar resting on the powerrack. She raised her arms above her chest and grabbed the metal bar. "Partially." She rolled her eyes. "Don't be too butt hurt about it. I'll tell you tomorrow."
"Good."
Harold heard his name and made his way over to the two girls. "What's because I'm here?" His shirt was stained with sweat from his workout.
Trish responded. "Helga doesn't want to tell us about a super secret meeting she had. She's being a Cagey Cathy."
"Oh. Well why don't you want me to know about it?" He asked.
Helga huffed as she performed her first five reps and racked the bar. "Harold, just shut up."
"But I came over here because I had a different question for you. It's important."
"What." She more so stated than asked.
The large boy scratched his head. "So, are you and Rhonda, like, gay dating now?"
Trish interjected. "Harold, they're just dating. You don't have to say gay dating."
Helga heavily sighed, rather annoyed. "Trish just answered your question." She lifted the bar and continued her reps.
"So, I have another question...how do girls have gay sex?"
Trish shot him a look. "Really, Harold?"
He raised his meaty arms in the air. "What? Curly told me all about gay dude sex. How they stick their weiners in each other's belly buttons. So how do the girls do it?"
Helga racked the bar again. She began panting this time. Not really caring to correct him. Her tone was irritated. "Well, Harold. It's very similar. Only we stick our boobs in the belly button. Are you satisfied?"
The teen boy hesitated as he pondered. "But...what if you have smaller boobs?"
Trish slapped him on the shoulder. "You doof, It's not the size of the boob that matters. All that matters is that the other person's belly button enjoys it."
Harold nodded. Helga imagined his brain was like a puzzle with all the wrong pieces smashed together to fit. "Oh, okay. I gotcha'."
Helga took a break from her reps for a moment and spoke up. "Let's never talk about it again."
Trish agreed. "Yeah, that was painful."
The blonde stared up at her friend from her resting position. "Trish, I will bench a hundred pounds, five sets, three reps each if you make him go away."
The burly girl looked at Harold and turned his body around. She roughly pushed him in the direction he was prior. "Go that way, and don't bother us again until I say so."
Helga sat up on the bench and stood up. She grabbed a ten pound disc while Trish did the same and added it on each side of the bar.
"Are you and Rhonda excited about going to a party together as an actual couple for the first time?"
She wiped the beads of sweat off her head and her hands fell to her hips. "Yeah, I guess so. Nervous and excited."
"Don't be nervous. If anyone gives you shit, I'll back you up. Not like you'll need it." Trish held out her hand.
Helga smirked and grabbed her friend's palm. They both pulled forward and landed into a friendly embrace, patting each other's back with their free hand. "Thanks, Trish."