Helga moves in: Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! What so ever, just this plot idea! So don't sue meeee
When Arnold and Helga got on the bus, Helga sat with Phoebe, and Arnold sat with Gerald.
"Hey Phoebes." Helga said in a dull tone.
"Hi Helga." Phoebe said, noticing Helga didn't sound like her normal, grumpy self.
"Um… Helga, is something bothering you?" she asked.
"Didn't I tell you?" Helga responded.
"Tell me what, Helga?"
"Criminey! I forgot to tell her about my moving into Arnold's house!" She thought.
"Big Bobs business hit rock bottom, and we have to move out of our house tomorrow."
"Oh my, that's horrible Helga! Where are you moving? I hope you stay in the city!"
"Well, there is some good news, I guess…" Helga trailed off as she glanced back in Arnolds' direction, who was sitting two seats behind her.
"Well what is it Helga?"
"I'll be moving in with… you know, "Ice-cream"." She said, using her fingers for quotation expression.
"That's wonderful Helga! You get to stay in the city, and you get to live in the same domain as Arn- I mean "ice-cream"…he he he." Phoebe said as she covered her mouth, from almost making a mistake.
"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't be upset…" Helga said.
The breaks of the bus screeched, interrupting the passengers' conversations, as it slowly came to a halt at Helga's stop. Helga wasn't sure if she wanted to go over his house, so she stood up, getting ready to get off. She looked back at Arnold, and saw him looking at her questioningly. She turned back around and took her seat once more, giving in to Arnold's thoughts. Arnolds' questioning look formed into a small smile.
"What was that about man?" Gerald said as he was watching Arnolds' expressions towards Helga. He took his headphones down from his ears and put them so they hugged around his neck.
"Well, I figured I should try and start things off right. You know, try and be friendly with her."
"Arnold?" Gerald asked.
"Yeah?"
"Are you nuts? How do you think you'll be able to stay friends with Helga, the girl that always picks on you in particular?"
"Gerald, you're not helping! You're supposed to support my idea's!" Arnold said, while glaring at Gerald.
"Sorry man, I just don't think your plan's gonna work this time. So, why didn't she get off at her stop?"
"Well, I invited her to come over so I could show her around the boarding house."
"Oh, right!" Gerald said, faking a smile as he put his headphones back on.
"Um, Helga, why didn't you get off at your stop?" Phoebe asked, in her mouse-like voice.
"Oh, the Football head's gonna show me the room I'll be moving in."
"Oh, that sounds delightful!"
"Yeah, I guess." Helga said, not wanting to show too much emotion towards Arnold.
Again the screech of the haunting breaks sounded, this time at Arnolds' stop. Arnold stood up and said his good-bye's to Gerald while they did their traditional thumb shake. He walked up to where Helga was sitting and stopped before her.
"Uh, Helga, are you coming?"
"What do you think Football head? Why would I stay on the bus and pass my stop if I weren't? Criminey!"
"Whatever Helga. Come on." Arnold said, sighing after, thinking that maybe he had made a mistake about inviting her over.
They started going down the stairs of the bus, Arnold in front of Helga. Helga miscalculated the depth of the stair (because she was so happy to actually be invited by Arnold himself into his house) and toppled over onto Arnold, forcing them both to hit the concrete sidewalk. She stood up and brushed herself off.
"Criminey, Football head! Why don't you ever watch…" She cut herself off.
"I mean… sorry Arnoldo, didn't see where I was going."
"Yeah, well, its ok." Arnold said as he lifted himself up and rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah… so… are you gonna show me this room or what Football head?" Helga said, starting out kind, but faded into an insulting tone.
Arnold sighed. "Come on, Helga."
They walked up Arnolds' steps and went in.
"Your rooms up here." Arnold said as he started to go up the stairs.
"Hey Shortman, is 'at you?" Grandpa called from the kitchen.
"Yeah Grandpa, I'm showing Helga the room her and her parents are going to be moving in." He called back.
"Ok Shortman, have fun!" He said, going back to his paper thinking about how much trouble Bob Pataki was going to give him once they moved in.
Arnold and Helga made their way to the top of the stairs, and into the hallway where all of the boarding rooms were. Arnold was showing her all the other boarders' rooms, so she would know who her "neighbors" were.
"This is Mr. Hynns room, and that is Mr. Potts room, that one over there at the end is Mr. and Mrs. Kokashka's room…"
Helga cut Arnold off.
"Criminey! Show me the room already!" She snapped.
"Sorry Helga, I just thought you might want to know who all the boarders were."
"Yeah, well, no offense. I just have to get home before Bob notices I'm not in my room packing."
"Yeah, like that'll happen." She thought.
"Ok, I'll show you the room…" Arnold said as he walked towards the door to what was once Rhonda's temporary room.
"Well, this is it." Arnold said, wincing at the thought of what Helga might do to him if she hated it.
Helga peeked into the room, then walked in to get a closer examination. She suddenly made a strange face, and Arnold didn't know what her thoughts might have been.
"So… is it OK?" Arnold said, with a nervous waver in his speech.
"It's not much of a room, but I guess I'll live." She said as she picked at the hideous faded blue, peeling wallpaper.
"Yeah, I know. I'll help you fix it up sometime if you want, I mean, we can get new wallpaper, and clean the place up." Arnold said.
"Hey Arnoldo, don't get too cozy with the idea!" She said, pointing her finger at his nose.
Helga turned her back to Arnold and walked towards the bed built into the wall.
"Hmm… my bed's too big to fit in here. Where am I gonna sleep, the roof?" Helga asked.
"Oh, I didn't think of that…"
"Well this is just great!" Helga shouted.
"I have an idea. I have a tent, and you could sleep there on the roof until me and Grandpa can get you a small bed. Tomorrow is Friday, you could have Phoebe sleep over with you. By Saturday night we'll have something for you to sleep on."
"Well I guess I don't have any other choice now do I?"
Before Helga could complain any longer, the ringing of the phone interrupted her.
"Oh, oh hey Arnooooold! Could you get that? Pookie made raspberry cobbler, and I'm a little occupied at the moment!" Grandpa called from the bathroom.
Arnold laughed inside his head, thinking if Grandpa would ever learn not to eat raspberries. He headed for the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Oh, hi Alfred. Is Olga over there?!" Big Bob yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Uh, Helga's here, sir."
"Well don't just stand there! Put her on the horn, She's in trouble!"
Arnold put the phone down and walked into the room Helga was still wandering around.
"Helga, your Dad's on the phone… he sounds… a little upset."
"Oh, perfect." Helga said as she went out the door.
She walked to the phone and put the receiver up to her ear.
"What is it?!" She yelled.
"What are you doing over playing with your little friend, when you know darn well you're supposed to be over here packing!"
"I'm not playing with him Dad, I'm looking at the room we'll be moving into." Helga said at an annoyed tone.
"Well you shouldn't be anywhere but here!"
"Fine Bob, I'll be home in a few minutes." Helga said, her brow furrowed.
She slammed the phone down and started towards the end of the hallway and down the stairs.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow Helga." Arnold said as Helga was mumbling to herself about how much she despised her dad.
"Yeah, yeah. See ya tomorrow Football head." She responded, halfway down the stairs.
"Well, I have one more day without having to live with Helga and her parents. I might as well make the best of it." Arnold said at a wisper when he heard the front door to the boarding house slam.
OK, I know not too much happened in this chapter, but in the next one some… lets just say interesting things will happen. Reply please, tell me some suggestions, anything! I get writers block a lot, so I need help a lot too. LoL!