Author's Note: Behold! Chapter 15 is here. I'm pretty proud of this one and it has one of my favorite fluff/smut scenes up to date. I just cant get enough of their love!

Disclaimer: This chapter contains semi-explicit descriptions of sex and lovemaking between two consensual adults.

ONWARDS~

Chapter 15: My One and Only Love

The next morning, Helga's phone alarm rang loudly and she grunted while her hand blindly searched for the source of the loud ringing. She sat up on her bed groggily and winced while she rubbed her temples with her hands.

"Man, I feel like I got hit by a bus!" She complained as she rubbed the sides of her head. She looked around and noted that it was already morning. As she showered, blurry images of her birthday party started to come back in small waves. The dancing with Rhonda and Lila, the karaoke duets with Nadine and Eugene, and…

'….Crap.' she facepalmed as memories of her drunken love confessions and failed attempts at seducing Arnold entered her mind.

'No, no. This cant be happening! How could I be so stupid? I am never drinking ever again!' She cringed internally as memories continued to flood her mind.

'A baby! Did I say out loud that I wanted to have his baby?' She hit her head repetitively against the tiled shower wall and then made up her mind that her and alcohol didn't mix.

"Good morning, Dear!" Miriam greeted as she observed her youngest daughter make her way into the dining room.

"Good morning, Mom. Why are we so chipper today?" Helga asked as she looked at her mother flip the pancake on the stove.

"It's been a year." Miriam stated as she looked around at her family. As soon as she uttered those words, Bob, Olga, and Helga left their seats and went over to hug the petite woman cooking away.

"Oh, Miriam! This is great! That is the longest you've ever stayed at Smoothies Anonymous!" Bob cried out as he embraced his wife.

"It's all thanks to Helga. She recommended I go sign up at the Health Clinic she goes to and introduced me to her therapist." Miriam explained as she let out a laugh and then added, "The pancakes will burn if you don't let me go."

"I am just so proud of you, Mommy!" Olga cried out, tears streaming down her face.

"We really are proud of you, Mom." Helga commented as she let go of her mom and took her seat at the dining table.

When Miriam joined her family with the stack of pancakes, she smiled and explained her therapy.

"Dr. Bliss is a child psychologist so she referred me to another therapist, Mrs. Kim, and I tell you, I've never felt better. B, she recommended you join me next time." Miriam explained. "Oh, and I've been thinking of starting that online boutique I told you about, Olga."

"Online boutique?" Helga asked as she took a bite of the hearty pancakes.

"Yes! mom wants to start her own clothing store for swimwear!" Olga exclaimed and clapped excitedly as she went on a rant of all the ideas they had already made.

When she finished her breakfast, Helga made her way into the foyer and gathered her school supplies and messenger bag.

"Helga." Her mom approached, "I wanted to tell you that I remember what you said to me a year ago. Do you remember?" Miriam asked as she handed Helga her cardigan hanging from the clothing hook.

"…You remember that?" Helga asked incredulously, accepting the cardigan and looking at her aging mother's eyes, the blueness in them no longer dull and lifeless. It was as though Miriam was finally making strides. Of course, it hadn't been easy. Over the last decade, Miriam had tried and failed to recover from her alcoholism and depression. It was a dark tunnel, but the Patakis were finally seeing a light at the end of the darkness.

"It was because of you that I finally realized what a waste my life was becoming. Helga, your words that night touched me. It took me a while, but at least I am trying." Miriam tearfully reached over and caressed her daughter's cheek.

"We care about you, Mom. We want to see you happy more than anything else." Helga responded gently. "Our next target is Bob." She added half-jokingly.

"He doesn't believe in therapy, but I think he's starting to change his mind now that he sees how well I'm doing. I admit some days are still hard and having a stubborn man for a husband certainly doesn't make things easier. Plus, there's the whole Vermicelli case hanging over our heads."

"Right, I heard next week we will finally get the decision." Helga commented before adding. "I gotta go." And on a whim reached over to hug her mother tightly. "I love you, Mom." She added earnestly and then she opened the door and began her daily routine.

"Hey Sid, hey Harold." Arnold greeted as he approached the two men leaning against the stair banister by the entrance of the university library.

"Hey Arnold, we were just talking about visiting Stinky at his pa's farm this weekend. Wanna join us?" Sid asked.

"Oh, that soun-." Arnold was cut short when Harold interrupted,

"Arnold is too busy kissing Helga's ass and betraying his friends, I think he's gonna pass this time, right?" Harold scowled and crossed his hands over his chest defensively.

"Harold, if you have something against me that's fine, but leave Helga out of this." Arnold warned with a threatening scowl, lowering his voice.

"Oh yeah, like you left her out of OUR business and didn't let her ruin my relationship with Rhonda?!" Harold cried out angrily.

Sid stepped in between them and looked nervously from side to side at his friend's angry faces. It had been over a year and tensions between Arnold and Harold continued to manifest between the two whenever they were together. For some time, Harold had made his peace with Arnold when Rhonda had taken him back. The peace only lasted for a few months until Rhonda dumped him again due to her resentment and inability to forgive his previous betrayal with Patty. Since then, Harold continued to place the blame of his failed relationship on Helga and Arnold's interference.

"For the last time, leave Helga out of this and take it out on me if you must, but I should remind you that the one that did the cheating was you and no one else!" Arnold spoke up angrily while Sid held out his arms in between the two.

"Guys, please! Not again!" Sid protested as he tried to keep the peace. It was easier when Gerald or Stinky were around to help, but he felt completely out of his comfort zone as he tried to create space between the two tall men.

"Don't worry, Sid. I'm out of here." Arnold murmured angrily, keeping his gaze on the man scowling back at him.

When Arnold was finally out of their field of view, Sid looked over at Harold and sighed in frustration, "Man, why can't you just forgive the poor guy? He's been nothing but good to you, Harold!" Sid exclaimed as Harold sank and sat down on the library stairs.

"He's the reason I wont ever marry or have kids, Sid. I hate that stupid couple and I hate how they act like they are so perfect!" Harold shouted and slammed his cap on the ground.

"But I don't understand! Arnold was just trying to help you that night at the party. Him and Helga tried to keep Patty away."

"But then Helga still told Rhonda the truth!" He cried out.

Sid tried to reason with him, "What did you expect? Helga IS one of Rhonda's closest friends!"

"So you see! Arnold and Helga plotted against me! And now I'm gonna plot against them!" He exclaimed before stomping away into the street.

As he made his way across the street, Harold's mind raced back to that night more than one year ago.

He'd contemplating making an excuse not to go to her party. He'd almost gone through with the excuse of being sick. It's not like he valued his relationship with Rhonda. On the contrary, he'd been aware for a long time that being around each other was as comfortable as getting a root canal at the dentist. Sure, thanks to her, he was one of the most popular guys in school. Sure, their sex was great. Sure, he cared deeply for her…

Was that all love was about?

Flashback:

"Darling! There you are, why are you hiding here when there's a whole chocolate fountain outside!" Rhonda exclaimed as she entered the small drawing room Harold was currently seeking shelter in.

"Oh, yeah. I was just thinking…" He uttered as he stared at the darkening sky outside the window.

"Thinking? What do you need to think for? Let's dance!" Rhonda cried out as she tucked her arm under his, pulling him away from the window.

"Rhonda." He paused. "Do you love me?" He asked.

At his comment, Rhonda scoffed and laughed before assessing his face, "Wait, you're serious?"

"Well." He scratched his head, "Half of the time we spend our time fighting and trying to make each other jealous. And the other half, you're trying to change me and force me to lose weight." He explained despondently.

At his comment, Rhonda pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest, "You cant be serious! The reason we fight is because YOU forget our dates and spend more time with your friends. You forgot my birthday last year and the only reason I'm trying to make you lose weight is because I care about you! I should be the one asking you that question!" Rhonda cried out, fidgeting with the pearl necklaces adorning her neck.

"But I don't want to lose weight! I'm fine with my body." He shuffled around uncomfortably, lowering his voice to an almost whisper as he uttered those last words.

"What is this? Why are you bringing this up out now? It's my birthday for Pete's sake!" She raised her hands over her head and glared at him.

Their arguments always seemed to go this route. The blaming, the explosion…the dead-end street.

Harold closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "You're right."

"I'm right about what?" She glared.

"It's your birthday. I shouldn't spoil this night for you." He stated, dropping his shoulders slightly.

Rhonda stared at her boyfriend for a while. She'd never seen him this pensive before. It was a little bit startling to see him bringing up their relationship. "Oh, darling…Maybe you haven't eaten anything today? Should I walk with you to the punch table? There's those mini burgers you like so much." She suggested as she stepped closer and tucked her hand under his arm once more.

In the main hall, the couple greeted and made small talk as the guests arrived. Harold looked around nervously, looking for any signs of Patty. He reached for his phone and texted Arnold,

"Where the heck are you?!"

"Sorry Harold, I'm carpooling with the guys and we need help loading the instruments inside Stinky's truck. I'll be there as soon as possible."

Thankfully for him, Helga and Phoebe had dragged Patty towards the terrace as soon as she'd come inside the party.

For the rest of the night, he'd vigilantly kept his gaze on the brunette and had successfully avoided being spotted. All of that came crashing down when Rhonda spotted Patty from across the hall and called out to her. Having missed the opportunity to hide or walk away, all he could do was freeze and stare as his worst nightmare came to life. He was sure Patty would say something about their illicit affair. He was sure the infamous bully would unleash her wrath upon Rhonda and him. Instead, she acted…fine.

Confused and relieved, he'd walked away with Rhonda still holding his arm. This was the way it was supposed to be. He was dating the most popular, rich, and classy girl in school and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Would he?

A few moments later and as the party goers lost themselves in the dance and music of it all, he spotted Patty from across the room exiting the terrace and heading hurriedly towards the main exit. Staring back at Rhonda dancing with Nadine and Sheena, he slipped unnoticed and headed towards the exit, following the tall brunette out the door.

"Patty!" He called out.

Turning around to acknowledge the boy running toward her, she froze as she looked at his face.

Breathlessly and stopping in front of her now, he looked at her face and for the first time in a long time, he felt remorse. "Patty, I didn't know you were actually going to come."

"Rhonda is my friend. Well, she was. I feel pretty shitty about sleeping with her boyfriend right about now." She spoke, her face looking conflicted.

"Hey, I didn't lie to you when I said we were broken-up. We just…you know, got back together and well, with you being away in college, I figured you'd have a lot of guys to keep you company." He paused as he analyzed the confusion in her face. This was Patty Smith he was talking about. They both knew it. He'd been her first, her everything. She'd never been the type to dally with other guys. She was awkward, and mean, and unfashionable.

"Look, what I mean is….it was just one night!" He staggered.

"Gee, thanks for clearing that up." She answered sarcastically. "Look, Harold. I've liked you for a long time. You've know that and you've used that to build your ego. But I'm done with that love. I should've known that you would get back together with her. I wont regret what has already happened but I wont let you use me again!" She yelled as she straightened her shoulders and adjusted her handbag, strolling away from him.

"Patty!" He called out, moving towards her, preparing to say those two words 'I'm sorry'. The words felt like they were stuck in his throat, begging for a chance to come out.

"Harold?" He heard Rhonda call out.

Conflicted and nervous, he let Patty walk away. He stared at her figure for a while, half of him felt like he was being pulled to her, the other part was stuck in place. He resigned and fought against the urge to run to her and moved towards the slender woman standing at her stoop.

"Was that Patty? How rude of her not to say goodbye!" Rhonda scowled as she observed the brunette walking away.

He let his girlfriend tug her arm under his. This was how it was supposed to be. This was his place in life and he wasn't going to ruminate on one mistake, on one unfashionable and awkward girl. No, Harold belonged next to Rhonda Lloyd. She was pretty and popular and cool. No matter how toxic or difficult their relationship was, he was determined to make it work.

End of Flashback

Harold entered his bedroom and dropped his bag on the floor. He was not used to the silence in his house. It had been two years since his mother had passed away due to cancer. His father had spent most of his time working to make end needs, but the palpable silence and grief were still felt all around them. Dinners were a silent affair, and the food was not as good as his mom would make. Even so, Harold felt grateful that he'd kept busy working at the junkyard and going to mechanic school.

He didn't like to think about all the things that had gone wrong with his life. He tortured himself with thoughts of Rhonda. She'd taken him back and then dumped him again a few months after she had found out about his affair with Patty. She'd blamed it on her inability to forgive, and they both held an understanding that their relationship was unamendable. She'd fallen out of love.

Well, it's not like they'd ever decided that's what to call what they had. But even so, he felt fury building as he remembered how everything had fallen apart.

First his mom, then his girlfriend. It was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be married soon, have kids, and get a fancy house in the hills for him and Rhonda.

Instead, his popular days were over, his friends had all distanced themselves and chosen to side with Arnold. His mind filled with rage as the image of the perfect couple flooded his mind. He was sure now. He was sure of what to do.

'Arnold and Helga…They will pay for all of this….They will pay dearly'

Evening came along and Helga waited at the center of the school pavilion for Arnold to come out of his last class. It was a routine that they'd fallen into again since beginning their college careers. On her days off, she would wait for him on the same concrete bench while studying or reading up on her favorite novelists. Together, they would go out to dinner or spend the night watching movies at his house.

"Helga?" A voice interrupted her reading. She looked up to find none other than the suited gentleman from the sandwich shop.

"Oh, umm.." She struggled to remember his name.

"Miles. Do you remember me?" He spoke before flashing her a toothy grin.

"Pastrami on Rye! Of course, I remember you." She smiled hesitantly as he stepped closer to her.

"Wow, coincidences are indeed in our favor! May I?" He asked while pointing at the space next to her.

Helga moved her books out of the way and made space for him to sit, nervously assessing her surroundings.

"I had no idea you came to this college!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

She hesitated before asking, "Uh, yeah. You do too?"

"Oh, me? No, no. I'm not a student here. I'm one of the speaker guests at tonight's lectures here on campus for 'Business Insider'." He explained as he placed his briefcase down.

"Oh wow, 'Business Insider' huh? You must really know your stuff." She raised her eyebrow, offering him a shy smile.

"You flatter me. To be honest, I much prefer spending my time eating a pastrami sandwich or relaxing at the beach, but I have to step up and take over my dad's business soon. I figured joining these types of lectures will help me make some connections." He explained as he extended his arms out over the backrest of the bench.

"It must be tough. Is your dad unable to continue running his business? Or is it in trouble? is that why you are taking over it at such a young age?" She asked curiously.

"Hmm, It's a little bit of both, actually. The company hasn't been doing great for a while and my dad is aging and keeps bothering me to take over it." He paused while rubbing a hand to his chin in contemplation and smiling to himself. "I haven't given him a definite answer yet, but I guess sooner or later I'll have to step up." He stared at her face and shrugged.

Helga felt sympathy for the man sitting next to her. She imagined how she would feel if she had been forced to take over the Beeper Emporium and grow up to have no choice in the matter. Thankfully, that business had collapsed years ago and she had the freedom to choose her career. She sighed loudly and nodded in agreement.

"I see but, you like it?" She asked.

He seemed to freeze at her words and strained to give an answer for a few moments. He tugged at his tie before presenting her with another flashy smile.

"Can't complain. Say, what are you doing at 9:00pm? Can I invite you out for a beer?" He asked while leaning over to her slightly.

Just as she was about to respond a voice interrupted, "Helga?" Arnold appeared next to her and looked at her and then at the man sitting next to her.

"Ah, Arnold. You're here." Helga stood up and began to gather her books and stuff them inside her messenger bag. Sensing the awkward silence and the hesitancy of the two men regarding each other carefully, she spoke up. "Arnold, this here is Miles. I met him at Sub King the other day and coincidentally again tonight." She paused and acknowledged Miles, "Miles, this is my boyfriend Arnold." She explained as the two young men shook hands and exchanged a few pleasantries.

"Well, good luck on your lecture tonight!" Helga waved goodbye and began walking along with her oblong-headed love.

As the two walked hand-in-hand towards the olive-colored car, Arnold couldn't help but steal a few glances at his girlfriend. Her blonde hair swayed gently in the wind and now reached halfway down her waist. Her confident allure and feminine curves were the targets of many male gazes around campus. Her bright blue eyes and pretty face highlighted the beauty she held within. After more than a year of being together, he still could not believe she was his.

"Helga-."

"Arnold-." they both talked at the same time. They smiled shyly and then paused.

He chuckled and squeezed her hand slightly, prompting her to continue. "You first."

"About yesterday…" Helga hesitated while rubbing the back of her neck. "Well, it was crazy! It was my first time drinking and I said some pretty nutty things."

Arnold stopped walking and turned to face her, smiling down at her reassuringly, "Helga, it was your birthday party. You don't have to feel bad for enjoying yourself." He spoke gently and reached over to remove a leaf from her hair.

"Y-Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking! I'm glad we are on the same page, football-head!" She blushed and began to walk ahead of him.

Arnold observed his girlfriend stomp away and couldn't resist the temptation to tease her.

"Although, Helga." He started, sprinting towards her and blocking her path. "I didn't know you had such a strong motherly instinct." He teased and assessed her face becoming flushed once more.

"Y-You!" Helga scowled as she reached over to grab him. He moved out of her way and began run towards the parking lot, laughing loudly.

"Come back here, football-head!" She ran after him while swinging her fists in the air.

Inside his car, Arnold observed as the grumpy girl crossed her arms and scowled at him, "I'm sorry, Helga. I couldn't help it." He smiled apologetically.

"Hmph, Ill let it slide this time because dinner is on you tonight." Helga crossed her legs and relaxed on the seat. He resigned and let out a laugh before backing up and driving towards the old Sunset Arms Building.

As they drove, he gathered enough courage to address what was on his mind.

"Hey." He paused. "That man, Miles…is he a student there too?" He asked hesitantly, aware of the ridiculous question. Of course he had to be a student, otherwise, why would he be in campus?

"No, he's not, actually. I was surprised myself but he was there as a guest lecturer for 'Business Insider'. Pretty fancy, huh?" She explained casually.

"Right." He stated, feigning disinterest. Okay, so he was jealous. He had observed how the man looked at Helga. As soon as he'd approached the man, he'd felt an air of challenge. It was an unspoken language between the men. The placement of his arm over the bench, the casual air of confidence. His instincts told him the man held other intentions towards his blonde angel. Luckily, Helga had assured him that their meeting was all a coincidence and hearing that he was not a student comforted him.

When the pair reached his room, he pulled out his phone and dialed their favorite Chinese take-out.

While he ordered, Helga stood leaning over his stereo, pressing the 'shuffle' button a few times until a jazzy melody engulfed her. If someone were to ask her about her favorite place, she would undoubtedly choose this space, this room. Arnold's room was an extension of him. His smell, his clothes, and all the intricacies of the space filled her with joy. All of the memories they'd shared in the space felt alive every time she stepped foot inside. As she stood contemplating how much she adored the times they'd shared together in this space, she closed her eyes and listened to the soft jazzy tune filling her ears. She slowly started to move with the beat, singing along with the song,

"The very thought of you makes my heart sing
Like an April breeze on the wings of spring
And you appear in all your splendor
My one and only love…"

This was happiness, the feeling of love. The feeling of being surrounded by him. The lyrics spoke what was in her heart. She slowly opened her eyes and found him gazing at her. He was sitting on that red couch, the couch that held so much history between them. He continued to look at her silently, his phone had slipped from his grip.

"Your voice is lovely." He finally spoke, his voice coming out hastily. He'd observed the gentle sway of her hips moving to the soft melody, her plump lips singing to the jazzy love song. Her soft voice filled his ears and he felt awestruck as he observed the blond lose herself to the melody.

A soft blush had settled on her cheeks at the realization that he'd been staring. She shuffled uncomfortably in place for a bit, embarrassed at being caught in the moment that her heart was singing along with her.

"I-I like this song, okay?!" She crossed her arms defensively.

He nodded and smiled gently as he held out his hand to her. "I know you do. You play it every time you come over." She looked at his outreached hand for a few moments and hesitantly placed her hand on top of his. He pulled her to him until she sat on his lap.

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her body close to his, "Did you get a new perfume?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck and inhaled.

"Oh yeah. Olga gave it to me as a birthday gift. She told me I need to be more feminine." She explained carefully as she rolled her eyes and tried to distract herself from the proximity of his body, the feel of his lips glazing her neck.

"Hmmm, it suits you. I don't know what she's talking about 'you needing to be more feminine', but she knows what suits you." He chuckled as he observed her reddened face. "I have something for you too. I meant to give it to you last night, but with all the excitement of the party, I thought it best to wait." He explained as he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the small gift bag with the pink plastic bow wrapped around the handle. She accepted it and smiled as she pulled the bow free.

"Huh? A cassette?" She exclaimed excitedly as she took out the small cassette tape and read the words printed on it "Helga G. Pataki Mixtape"

"It's not just any mixtape." He paused, unsure of how to explain the contents. "I recorded a few of your favorite songs. Most I played with the guitar and Harmonica. Mr. Hyunh and the guys helped me with the background instruments." He explained, blushing lightly.

"That's…." She paused. "The sweetest thing ever! Wait, what's this?" She reached into the little bag again and retrieved two tickets.

"Two tickets to Wrestlemania? Premium Golden Isle seats!?" She exclaimed loudly and nearly tackled him off the couch as she jumped on him, kissing him fiercely on the lips.

"Ah, I thought you'd like that." He stated as he chuckled and surrendered to her fervent kisses.

"Oh, my football-head, you know me so well!" She smiled wide and continued to rain kisses on his lips, cheeks, and nose. The moment ended abruptly as a knock on his door startled the blonde off his lap and off the red couch.

"Hey dear, did you order Chinese take-out again?" Stella asked from the doorway.

Arnold straightened his cap and tucked on his shirt before walking over and opening the door.

"Yeah, mom! Sorry, we didn't hear the door-."

"Helga!" Stella exclaimed as she handed the plastic bag over to Arnold and wrapped her arms around the blonde.

"Happy belated birthday! After dinner you two better get your butts downstairs. I made the most glorious carob cake!" She jumped excitedly as she turned around to leave.

"Thank you, Stella. We will." She smiled as she observed the excited older lady make her way out.

"Thank you for keeping my mom company these few couple of months. It's been hard for her to lose Suzy. And with my dad being away for a whole month, she's been really lonely." Arnold explained as he placed the bag on the coffee table.

Suzy had finally left Oscar and moved with her kids to her mother's house. Her departure had broken Stella's heart, as the two had become close friends over the last year and a half. Helga had learned of Suzy's situation from her mom, and she'd sympathized with the lady who'd raised two babies and worked while her loser husband laid around all day. Since Suzy's departure, Helga had started to spend more time with Stella, helping her cook and talking in the living room while Arnold studied or helped his dad at work. She had built a strong bond and appreciated occasionally spending time with the older lady.

"My mom told me about that. It's been hard on her too. We should make them friends, don't you think?" Helga asked contemplatively.

"That's a good idea, how's your mom doing by the way?" He asked as they sat on the red couch and turned on the old T.V.

"Today was her one-year anniversary at Smoothies Anonymous." She stated proudly and Arnold gleamed.

"Wow, I'm so glad to hear that, Helga!"

"Yeah, I have a good feeling about it. I think she is doing great. This morning she even made us pancakes." Helga explained as she reached for the plate of Kung Pao Chicken.

The couple enjoyed their delivered meal at the red couch while watching an old sit-com on the ancient T.V.

After dinner, the pair had spent some time with Stella eating carob cake and drinking soda at the dining room table. They shared stories and jokes until bedtime came along. Of course, Stella knew and welcomed Helga to sleep over. It had become common knowledge that the blonde slept over more at the old boarding house than she did her own house. At first, the couple had tried to be sneaky, using the fire escape at the side of the building to reach his bedroom. Their strategy seemed to have worked for a few months until Stella begun to leave snacks for two at his door. At their failed attempts to keep a discrete profile, the couple resigned and finally faced up to the fact that his parents had caught on.

The couple sat at the red couch watching 'Evil Twin 6' and laughing at the absurd and overplayed jump-scares. The old T.V illuminated the red couch and their figures on it, accentuating the darkness that filled the rest of his bedroom.

"They should've stopped at Evil Twin 2." Arnold stated as he shook his head and laughed out loud.

"Are you kidding? I haven't laughed this much since you rented that cheesy Polish parody last Christmas!" Helga exclaimed as she held her hand to her belly, trying to control her laughter.

"Helga, the difference between that movie and this one is that the Polish movie was a comedy. This one isn't supposed to make you laugh." Arnold explained as he observed his girlfriend lost in a fit of laughter.

"Ah, yeah you are right." She wiped at the tear forming at the corner of her eye and smiled at him. "I'm getting pretty hot." She stated as she reached to pull off her cardigan. As soon as she removed it, she nuzzled close to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

He sat frozen and feigned interest in the movie. His eyes, however, couldn't help but look down at the open collar of her shirt. From this angle, he had the perfect view of her plentiful chest. He gulped and scolded himself mentally. How many times had he been here? Was there an end to his secret ogling? He was no longer a teenager by any stretch of the word, so why did she still have him feeling like a pathetic teenager hoping to get a glimpse every time she bent over, wore skirts, or even just sat innocently next to him?

"Helga." He whispered, uncomfortably shuffling in his seat.

She looked up at him and tilted her head questioningly. "Yes, Arnold?"

"N-Nothing." He announced as he tried to turn his attention back to the T.V.

Smiling to herself, Helga swept her hair out of the way and placed her head back on his shoulder. She then placed her hand on his thigh and began to draw small circles with her index finger. Feeling his body tense up, she smirked and discretely rubbed her chest against his arm.

Arnold was a long way from knowing what was happening in the movie.

"Who do you think killed the janitor?" She asked innocently.

Arnold staggered to form the words on his lips, "Um, The guy with the pink pants?" He asked hesitantly.

"Hmmm, no, that cant be right. He was at the cemetery fighting those zombies." She stated pensively, continuing her journey upwards on his thigh. "Try again." She prompted, tilting her head up to face him. He looked like he was using all of his energy to concentrate on the movie. It was no use, her hand was nearing the place he was longing for her to touch. He grew conscious of the sweat gathering at his forehead.

"The principal?" He gulped; his voice sounded huskier, breathier.

"The principal? The principal died 20 minutes into the movie." She explained in mock confusion. If her purpose was to have him coming apart at the seams, she was succeeding in every regard. Her hand paused right next to the place he needed her the most. She leaned over him, assessing his nervous reactions.

"Helga." He warned.

"Give it up, Arnoldo. Say you don't know." She smiled, locking eyes with him.

"I-I don't know." He murmured.

"Why don't you know?" She asked, the glimmer in her eyes suggesting she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"Because." He started, looking around nervously. "Because-."

"Ah, let me rephrase the question, football head. Why haven't you paid attention to the movie?" She smiled wide, flashing him a seductive gaze.

"…I couldn't concentrate." He whispered it, locking eyes with hers. She felt her heart speed up at his earnest confession. She retrieved her hand from his lap and straightened her shoulders.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because Helga. Because you are driving me crazy." He announced without hesitation in his voice. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. He looked down at her flushed face and bent his head slightly, the glimmer in his eyes suggesting he wasn't going down without a fight. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I-I don't know what you mean." She feigned innocence, softening her tone as much as possible.

"You've become brazen." He narrowed his eyes, smirking.

"That's only because I'm also under similar circumstances…" She lowered her voice.

He observed her face as her eyes searched his own. The palpable change in the atmosphere felt like the calm before a storm. He felt himself nearing breaking point and they hadn't even undressed. As if someone turned a switch, the next seconds became all hands and lips and whimpers and hushed whispers. Their clothes ended on a pile on his carpeted floor. Arnold sat up on the red couch, observing Helga as she reached down and fervently took him in her mouth. After a few minutes of her sensual attentions, he grabbed her wrist and guided her to lay on her belly. She yelped in surprise and he bent his head and whispered into her ear, "You are irresistible." And then grabbed a handful of her round behind. She moaned as he stroked her bare behind, reaching under to carefully part her folds and tease her most sensitive spot. Her hands grabbed the edge of the red couch and she dug her nails into the red velvet as he begun to enter her, the length of his member slowly invading her over and over. His hips thrusted, their moans filled the room as they found and surrendered to the unquenchable desire that was their love.

Author's Note: I hope I was able to provide some clarity on the whole Rhonda/Harold/Patty thing. I definitely felt like I had to clarify what their relationship looked like and I think Harold's POV was important so you might be able to better understand why he's so angry.

I'm cheering all the way for Miriam ('This is me Trying' By Taylor Swift inspired me to write her scene)

Miles will keep coming back more. BTW, I have a confession to make. I totally forgot that Arnold's dad is also Miles! So now we have TWO miles. One is a precious bean and the other one (?) still a mystery. I hope this is not too confusing for you! T.T

Song that Helga LOVES and sings in that last scene: 'My One and Only Love' By John Coltrane. Look it up and I swear it will fly you to the romance-land these two exists in.