Hey Arnold! Does not belong to me.
Hang Over On A Saturday Morning
The next morning Helga felt sick. "Crimeney, what did I do last night?" she thought to herself. When she looked over she saw Arnold asleep next to her. She yelped in shock and rolled off her bed. There was a loud thump but Arnold was still asleep.
She crawled out of her room to go to the bathroom. In the mirror she saw reminder of what happened last night. "Crimeney, I made out with Arnold and I bet everyone knows! What am I suppose to say to Arnold?"
She and got into of the shower still unclear about how she should approach Phoebe and Arnold. Phoebe probably knew, everybody probably knew! Helga wrapped the towel around herself and tried to slip into her room quietly. As she opened the door, Arnold sat up. He had no shirt on. His physique had developed nicely since he started playing ball with the high school junior varsity team.
"Hey," he smiled at her.
"Look, could you leave I need to get dressed."
The smile was wiped away by her words. Arnold tried not to be surprised, this was Helga and although she had changed she could still be abrupt. "Yeah sure, but I think we should talk."
"Right, well just wait outside and I'll get dressed real quick."
Arnold grabbed his shirt that lay on the floor by the bed. He put it on as he walked out of the room.
Helga got dressed really quick. She wore her gray warm up outfit and pulled her hair back in a long, blond ponytail. Her hair was wet and messy. She opened the door to her room and asked Arnold to come back inside so they could talk.
Helga gathered her thoughts quickly as she looked at Arnold's face, "Should I be honest or lie?"
"Be honest, just tell him," she reasoned with herself.
But of course, she lied, "Look Arnoldo, I was really faded and I don't think we should ever talk about what happened last night. I don't want anything from you and I hope you feel the same because..." The look on Arnold's face puzzled her and she paused.
"Helga," he began coolly, "I never brought you to your room to make out with you. I wanted you to be safe. Phoebe said you had drunk a lot and I thought someone needed to look out for you. What happened last night I guess doesn't matter to you but you said some things that confused the heck out of me. When you make up your mind about how you feel about me let me know." He walked out of her room.
Most everyone else had gone home between 4 and 5 in the morning. The house was trashed and it would take all day to clean up the mess. Gerald had fallen asleep on Bob's recliner and Rhonda was on the couch. Phoebe was awake talking to Sid and Brainy outside while they smoked. Arnold walked past them without saying word.
Phoebe rushed up to Helga's room to find out what exactly happened with them. "Helga, let's talk."
"Okay? But I don't know if I can... oh I think I am gonna be..." She threw up.
Phoebe helped Helga to the bathroom before she threw up again. She cleaned up the mess in Helga's room and went t to check on her again. She confronted Helga about what she saw, " I went to check on you last night and you both were making out. How did that happen?"
"Pheebs, I can only remember fragments but it seemed almost dream like. I instigated it, I know, I mean, I remember telling Arnold that I loved him but..."she drifted of into thought, "But I thought he would blow it off because I was drunk."
"He looked pretty mad when he left."
"I know. I was kinda rude this morning when I talked to him. I thought he'd act differently but he had this look in his eyes. He looked hurt, Pheebs." Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I think I am gonna throw up again, you'd better leave."
Phoebe left Helga in the bathroom and decided to make her some toast. Sid and Brainy were in the kitchen making coffee for themselves and talking about how great they did last night. She smiled at them and proceeded to get out the bread. Sid offered, "Hey, I'll make breakfast for everyone that's still here."
"That sounds good, Sid," Phoebe responded. "I am going to give this toast to Helga. She's not feeling too well this morning." Phoebe took the toast to Helga, who was now on her bed crying softly. She walked in and put the toast on the nightstand and gave Helga a hug. Helga started sobbing.
" I can't believe myself! I am a horrible person!" Helga cried.
"No, you're not a horrible person. Look, when you feel better you need to talk to Arnold. He's a reasonable guy. I think he cares about you."
"What am I suppose to tell him? 'Hey Arnold, I have been in love with you since Pre School. You have been the kindest person to me but I have been an idiot and too scared to ever tell you until I got drunk and then I couldn't even remember what I had told you.'"
"That sounds like a good start," Phoebe consoled. Phoebe sat with Helga and listened to her reveal her feelings about Arnold. She told her everything from Preschool to what happened last night.
And after Helga was finished she felt a heavy load had been lifted from her heart.
They had been up there for an hour. Gerald and Rhonda had eaten the eggs and pancakes that Sid made. Brainy had left though he'd had taken all the DJ equipment home with him. Sid cleaned the kitchen but wanted to say bye to Helga before he left.
Rhonda just wanted to know if Helga was okay but she had seen Arnold for a brief second but never saw him leave. She had also had a little drink but she wasn't drunk last night? Rhonda asked Gerald what the deal was.
"Rhonda, I have no idea. I came here with Arnold but I don't remember him saying bye." He didn't say that he was with Helga. Rhonda might talk. It might ruin his chances with Lila and Gerald wasn't even sure what was up with Arnold anyway. Did Arnold like Helga or was he just being a nice guy and watching out for a friend? The his train of thought he explained, "Anyway Phoebe and I just talked most of the night."
"How interesting." Rhonda commented.
Nonchalantly he replied, "Phoebe is really smart and a great person to talk to. It would be easy for anyone to talk o her all night, she's knowledgeable.
"That's true and it doesn't hurt that she's really pretty too, huh?" she winked.
Gerald ignored her last comment. Phoebe had come downstairs. "Hi guys, glad to see you're awake now. I think I am going to stay and help Helga clean up. But I don't think she's coming down any time soon."
"Then could you tell her I said 'bye' and 'thanks'? And if anyone wants a ride I am taking off." Sid said. Rhonda said bye and left with Sid. But Gerald decided to help Phoebe clean up.
"This is going to be a lot of work." Phoebe said as she plopped down on the couch. Gerald sat next to her.
"Sure is." He answered.
Phoebe yawned and turned on the TV and started watching cartoons. It wasn't any special cartoon. They were just exhausted from last night. They never partied that hard in their lives; they fell asleep on the couch next to each other.
Hang Over On A Saturday Morning
The next morning Helga felt sick. "Crimeney, what did I do last night?" she thought to herself. When she looked over she saw Arnold asleep next to her. She yelped in shock and rolled off her bed. There was a loud thump but Arnold was still asleep.
She crawled out of her room to go to the bathroom. In the mirror she saw reminder of what happened last night. "Crimeney, I made out with Arnold and I bet everyone knows! What am I suppose to say to Arnold?"
She and got into of the shower still unclear about how she should approach Phoebe and Arnold. Phoebe probably knew, everybody probably knew! Helga wrapped the towel around herself and tried to slip into her room quietly. As she opened the door, Arnold sat up. He had no shirt on. His physique had developed nicely since he started playing ball with the high school junior varsity team.
"Hey," he smiled at her.
"Look, could you leave I need to get dressed."
The smile was wiped away by her words. Arnold tried not to be surprised, this was Helga and although she had changed she could still be abrupt. "Yeah sure, but I think we should talk."
"Right, well just wait outside and I'll get dressed real quick."
Arnold grabbed his shirt that lay on the floor by the bed. He put it on as he walked out of the room.
Helga got dressed really quick. She wore her gray warm up outfit and pulled her hair back in a long, blond ponytail. Her hair was wet and messy. She opened the door to her room and asked Arnold to come back inside so they could talk.
Helga gathered her thoughts quickly as she looked at Arnold's face, "Should I be honest or lie?"
"Be honest, just tell him," she reasoned with herself.
But of course, she lied, "Look Arnoldo, I was really faded and I don't think we should ever talk about what happened last night. I don't want anything from you and I hope you feel the same because..." The look on Arnold's face puzzled her and she paused.
"Helga," he began coolly, "I never brought you to your room to make out with you. I wanted you to be safe. Phoebe said you had drunk a lot and I thought someone needed to look out for you. What happened last night I guess doesn't matter to you but you said some things that confused the heck out of me. When you make up your mind about how you feel about me let me know." He walked out of her room.
Most everyone else had gone home between 4 and 5 in the morning. The house was trashed and it would take all day to clean up the mess. Gerald had fallen asleep on Bob's recliner and Rhonda was on the couch. Phoebe was awake talking to Sid and Brainy outside while they smoked. Arnold walked past them without saying word.
Phoebe rushed up to Helga's room to find out what exactly happened with them. "Helga, let's talk."
"Okay? But I don't know if I can... oh I think I am gonna be..." She threw up.
Phoebe helped Helga to the bathroom before she threw up again. She cleaned up the mess in Helga's room and went t to check on her again. She confronted Helga about what she saw, " I went to check on you last night and you both were making out. How did that happen?"
"Pheebs, I can only remember fragments but it seemed almost dream like. I instigated it, I know, I mean, I remember telling Arnold that I loved him but..."she drifted of into thought, "But I thought he would blow it off because I was drunk."
"He looked pretty mad when he left."
"I know. I was kinda rude this morning when I talked to him. I thought he'd act differently but he had this look in his eyes. He looked hurt, Pheebs." Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I think I am gonna throw up again, you'd better leave."
Phoebe left Helga in the bathroom and decided to make her some toast. Sid and Brainy were in the kitchen making coffee for themselves and talking about how great they did last night. She smiled at them and proceeded to get out the bread. Sid offered, "Hey, I'll make breakfast for everyone that's still here."
"That sounds good, Sid," Phoebe responded. "I am going to give this toast to Helga. She's not feeling too well this morning." Phoebe took the toast to Helga, who was now on her bed crying softly. She walked in and put the toast on the nightstand and gave Helga a hug. Helga started sobbing.
" I can't believe myself! I am a horrible person!" Helga cried.
"No, you're not a horrible person. Look, when you feel better you need to talk to Arnold. He's a reasonable guy. I think he cares about you."
"What am I suppose to tell him? 'Hey Arnold, I have been in love with you since Pre School. You have been the kindest person to me but I have been an idiot and too scared to ever tell you until I got drunk and then I couldn't even remember what I had told you.'"
"That sounds like a good start," Phoebe consoled. Phoebe sat with Helga and listened to her reveal her feelings about Arnold. She told her everything from Preschool to what happened last night.
And after Helga was finished she felt a heavy load had been lifted from her heart.
They had been up there for an hour. Gerald and Rhonda had eaten the eggs and pancakes that Sid made. Brainy had left though he'd had taken all the DJ equipment home with him. Sid cleaned the kitchen but wanted to say bye to Helga before he left.
Rhonda just wanted to know if Helga was okay but she had seen Arnold for a brief second but never saw him leave. She had also had a little drink but she wasn't drunk last night? Rhonda asked Gerald what the deal was.
"Rhonda, I have no idea. I came here with Arnold but I don't remember him saying bye." He didn't say that he was with Helga. Rhonda might talk. It might ruin his chances with Lila and Gerald wasn't even sure what was up with Arnold anyway. Did Arnold like Helga or was he just being a nice guy and watching out for a friend? The his train of thought he explained, "Anyway Phoebe and I just talked most of the night."
"How interesting." Rhonda commented.
Nonchalantly he replied, "Phoebe is really smart and a great person to talk to. It would be easy for anyone to talk o her all night, she's knowledgeable.
"That's true and it doesn't hurt that she's really pretty too, huh?" she winked.
Gerald ignored her last comment. Phoebe had come downstairs. "Hi guys, glad to see you're awake now. I think I am going to stay and help Helga clean up. But I don't think she's coming down any time soon."
"Then could you tell her I said 'bye' and 'thanks'? And if anyone wants a ride I am taking off." Sid said. Rhonda said bye and left with Sid. But Gerald decided to help Phoebe clean up.
"This is going to be a lot of work." Phoebe said as she plopped down on the couch. Gerald sat next to her.
"Sure is." He answered.
Phoebe yawned and turned on the TV and started watching cartoons. It wasn't any special cartoon. They were just exhausted from last night. They never partied that hard in their lives; they fell asleep on the couch next to each other.