I own nothing from Hey Arnold, except I think they based Helga on me, I swear I had a gum statue of my crush before Hey Arnold was even on the air.

Arnold sat on Helga's front step. No one appeared to be home, so he decided to wait about 20 minutes to see if any sign of life showed. He could seem the sweet spring air, refreshing him after along day of heat. The night air always did. He heard some footsteps stop in front of him. He looked up to she Helga standing there in a red leather trench coat, black dress, and tall leather boots. She lost the spike bands in her hair but still had the two buns.

"I know I am going to regret this, but may I ask what the hell you are doing on my front step?" Helga said and crossed her arms. Arnold choked up, she didn't look pleased to see him. Then why would she be.

"Well I said something I want to discuss with you." Arnold said. He gave a smile, hoping to melt her. It didn't appear to work, well at least on the outside.

Helga huffed and looked at her watch. "Well is it going to take more then 5 minutes?" She asked impatiently. Arnold figured it would take awhile to convince her.

"Yeah, I think it will." Arnold said. Helga groaned and she put her hand to her head to look like she was thinking.

"Gawd Alfredo, you pick some great times. Well maybe I can use you, come on up with me for a minute. " Helga said. She seem to be in a rush and unlock the door. She knew she wouldn't have to sneak Arnold in since Bob was at the office around ten at night to five in the morning. And Miriam, well she was passed out somewhere. Helga walked Arnold up to her room. Arnold was slightly scared about the word "use" Helga had used.

"What are we doing?" Arnold asked. Helga turned at her door.

"I am going to go slip into something else and then you will drive me to my appointment because I am late." Helga said and walked into her room and closed the door. She got up on her tiptoes and spun. Arnold came to tell her something, it must be something important. Maybe one of her love spells really did work. She did a little dance as she put on a pair of jeans that had more holes in them then Swiss cheese and put back on her tank top from earlier. She then grabbed the money from under mattress and booked for the door.

"Helga?" Arnold asked as she opened the door. "What kind of appointment do you have at 10:30 at night?"

"The kind I am late for." Helga reached and grabbed Arnold's arm and pulled him down the stairs. Helga scared Arnold like nothing else. When they were younger he believed she had a sensitive side to her, but he lost hope of it lately. She became weird and very secretive ever since the 6th grade.

As they got into Arnold's car he couldn't help but notice Helga looked a bit happy. He got his hopes up, he would be sitting in A/C heaven in no time if she was in a good mood.

"So where are we headed." Arnold asked and started up his truck. Helga turned to him.

"Oh this little shop on 10th street." Helga said in a weird voice. It sounded like she was excited about where ever they were headed. "Just go there and park wherever. Arnold pulled out and started down the road. Helga leaned back and kicked one of her feet up on the dashboard. This put her in a very seductive pose for Arnold. "Oh and Arnold?"

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Thanks for the ride." Helga said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. Which just added to her seductiveness. "Now what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well it's really hard to ask, but I really want to, so bear with me." Arnold said. Helga looked at him curiously.

"You aren't going to ask if I am suicidal are you, because the answer is no." Helga said in a defensive voice. Arnold let out a laugh.

"No, I know Helga G. Pataiki isn't dumb enough to do something like that. It's a good question, well I think it is a good question." Arnold said. Helga seemed interested and let him continue without throwing in her two cents. "I wanted to know if you would go to the prom with me Helga."

Helga's foot dropped from the dash and she just stared at Arnold. 'Oh holy shit! Arnold, love of my life, just ask me out to prom. This is my dream! Okay, okay, play it cool.' Helga thought to herself. "Well, Arnold, I don't know. I mean I wasn't going to go because I don't like the idea of getting all dolled up just to sway side to side in a sweaty ballroom."

"Oh you make it sound so bad. I mean Helga, it's our Senior Prom. We only get one. And I thought maybe it would mean more if I went with a friend then with some ditzy cheerleader."

"Isn't Lila a cheerleader?" Helga asked. Arnold growled.

"Why does everyone think I am still in love with Lila, I haven't liked her since PS118. I mean, how stupid would I have to be to still be having a crush from then." Arnold said and let out a chuckle. He turned a bit expecting Helga to be laughing too. But she just sat there glaring.

"Anyway Football Head. I would love to go, but as you see I am using all the cash I have, which isn't much, tonight. And I don't have a dress that can pass for prom." Helga said. She was being truthful, but she was a little hurt by the crush thing.

"What if I pay for everything, dress and all." Arnold said. Helga almost gagged.

"Arnold, that is like over six hundred dollars! You don't have that kind of money." Helga said. Arnold had planned for this ahead of time.

"Well, I have been saving, I really want to go. And I really want you to be the girl I go with." Arnold said. He knew maybe he should have sealed this with some sort of physical affection like a kiss, but he was afraid anything he but on Helga she might rip off.

"Well, I guess. But you have to come dress shopping with me! I am not going to buy something with your money and have you hate it. I don't want to be in debt to you or anything." Helga said trying to sound tough. But inside she was about to scream for joy. They pulled up on tenth street.

"Well here we are." Arnold said. Helga turned to him. "So I guess it's a date."

"Yeah, it is, whatever." Helga said. She open the door to leave. "Arnold, you want to come with. Not like I am trying to get on you, I just thought it would be cool to have someone there for this since it's my first time doing it."

Arnold got nervous as hell. Whatever Helga was doing, he couldn't say he wasn't interested. But at the same time scenes of her doing something mischievous to him also plagued him. But looking in her eyes, she seemed a little scared.

"Okay, but we better not be doing anything weird." Arnold said and turned off the car. Helga chuckled.

"Sorry Arnoldo, I left my nipple tassels at home so I can't work the strip club tonight." Helga said jokingly. Arnold busted up laughing.

"Well with a body like yours why not? What do you to keep in such good shape? You said you have practice after school everyday year round. Where do you go?" Arnold asked. Helga seem to tense up. If Arnold knew what she did, he would never let her live it down. He would start to think she had a damn sensitive side again.

"I do none of your damn business." Helga said. She was a little on edge. So far only her parents and her instructor knew of what she did. She planned on keeping it that way, well at least till June.

"Oh come on tell me please." Arnold begged. He was really interested. Helga in the entire time she had this secret activity since the 6th grade had never once had a cubby stage. She stayed in great shape and seem to have okay fighting skills, even though no one had seen her in action since she was almost expelled in 5th for nearly killing Lila.

"I don't have to tell you anything, it's not like you are my boyfriend or anything." Helga said as they turned and walked into a dark ally.

"You have never had a boyfriend, so how would you know?" Arnold asked jokingly. Helga started to laugh hard.

"I had a boyfriend all freshman year. But maybe you were too busy with Nadine to notice." Helga said. Arnold looked at her shocked.

"You did not!" Arnold argued back. Helga groaned and whipped out her wallet and opened it. Her photo slips where filled to the brim, picture behind picture. She never took them out, just covered them up with another on. She rummaged through the photos and then pulled out one and handed it to Arnold.

"There see I did!" Helga said. The picture was of Helga, in all her leather and bra straps and a boy in skater clothes hugging her from behind. The boy looked strangely familiar.

"Who is that?" Arnold asked and looked closer. Helga was surprised.

"I can't believe it. Everyone's best friend from PS118 can't remember a kid who was in his class almost every year." Helga said and put her hands on her hips. "Gee Arnold, looks like all this popularity has gone to your head and you forgot about the little people."

"No I haven't. I just can't put the face with the name." Arnold said and squinted at the picture. "Is it Phoebe's brother?"

"Phoebe is an only child, jackass!" Helga yelled. Arnold got defensive. He didn't think he had fallen that out of touch with anyone. After a few more seconds of Arnold studying the picture Helga grabbed it back. "It was Park."

"Oh, well I never knew him that well." Arnold said in a cheerless voice Helga rolled her eyes.

"Yeah you did, we all knew each other. The problem is you only hang out with a few select people and then just wave mindless in the halls at anyone who says your name. Face it Arnold, you got caught up in popularity and forgot about all us little guys." Helga said. Arnold hated to hear that, because he knew it was mostly true.

"Well you and me stayed on okay terms, I mean we still talk." Arnold said trying to gain some ground. But this was of course the totally wrong thing to say.

"What are you talking about? The only time we talk is if I come over and insult you. Gawd sometimes I could just….." Helga yelled when the door opened behind her. A tall dark haired man, around the age of 25 stood in the doorway. He smiled at the sight of Helga.

"There you are, it isn't like you to be late." The man said and stepped to the side to let Helga in. She grabbed Arnold wrist and dragged him in with her. "Who is your friend, he getting one too or just watching?"

"Oh believe me. He is just watching!" Helga said and went into the small room. It was covered in beautiful works of art and had weird supplies spread around the room. In the middle was what look like to a dentist chair. Arnold was scared, very scared.

"So did you decide on what you wanted me to do?" The man asked. Helga walked across the room, leaving Arnold to stand terrified in a corner. She walked up in front of a chart of something, Arnold couldn't see since he was trying to keep an eye on the creepy guy.

"I wanted the angel wings. Only about two inches long, one on each hip bone." Helga said and pointed to a picture on the chart.

"I am so stoked about actually getting you in my tattoo chair. I mean after years of piercing every which way, it's nice to finally get to show you my expertise." The man said. Arnold was shocked, he was her to watch Helga get a tattoo. Well this turned into a hell of a lot more then he planned. "Well Helga, let me go clean my hands get my gloves on."

The man left them alone. Arnold felt the over whelming guilt of ditching most of his old friends for new popular ones, but that was the way high school goes.

"Why are you even asking me to this prom? You don't even know me. " Helga said in a stone cold voice. At that moment Arnold realized that he needed to go with Helga not only for his dare, but to prove to himself he was still that champion of the underdog he had always thought he was.

"Well I know you aren't a moron like all the other girls I could ask. And I know I would most likely have an interesting time with you. And I know you would look great in a pink dress." Arnold said smiling at her. Helga felt like she was going to cry tears of joy.

"Okay, I guess I will go." Helga said again in a hard voice, but it cracked ever so slightly to let Arnold know his words had reached. "Alright I need to get ready."

Helga walked over to the chair and made herself comfortable. She motioned Arnold sit on a stool near the head of the chair. He went over.

"You scared?" Arnold asked. Helga laughed and nodded no.

"No, Gavin is a genius when it comes to this. I trust him." Helga said. Gavin walked back in at that moment. He had a goofy smile on his face.

"I know I am a genius, just wish you could tell that to my wife, she is having doubt of my brain skills." Gavin said with a chuckle. He seemed like a surfer guy to Arnold. Laid back and was wearing a "hang loose" shirt. "Okay now Helga, just move your jeans out of the way."

Helga obeyed like it was nothing out of the ordinary and unbuttoned her pants. Arnold got a feeling of anxiety in his stomach at the site, but didn't turn away. She slid her pants down off her hips. A strap from her panties showed and Arnold had to look away as his face burned red. This was going to be a fascinating night to say the least.

To be continued…

Ahhh more to come. And remember kids, Air conditioning is the root of all evil! And boy how I love to sit in my cool evilness! Review!