"Alright Arnold, this one's an easy one." Helga said taking a cookie from the plate in front of her. She glanced down at the notebook she was holding. "I'm not even a Psych major and I could answer this one."
Arnold sighed."Ha ha very funny. And I'll be laughing my way out of college if I don't pass this exam."
"Alright, alright." Helga said smiling. "Originally, psychology was said to be the science of..."
"Err...the science of...behavior?" Arnold said hopefully.
"Eeee! Wrong...remember I said originally."
"Oh! Um..the science of conciousness?"
"Yes!" Helga said. She picked up a warm, gooey, chocolate chip cookie and shoved it into Arnolds mouth. "Here you get a cookie."
"Helmgmga!" Arnold said, or tried to say. He chewed and swallowed. "These are pretty good though. You're a good baker."
"Nah, I didn't bake them. Pheobe made them. I'm just good at heating stuff up in the microwave." Helga looked at Arnold's face. "Here," she said handing him a wet-nap. "You've got chocolate all over your face."
"Hmm..speaking of microwaves, is there any way you can get me tickets to Microwave?" Arnold said hopefully. Microwave was a great local band that Gerald had introduced to him.
"There's actually a band called Microwave? That's the dumbe-"
"Yes there's a band called Microwave," Arnold said cutting Helga off. "They're kind of local but they're pretty good." Arnold knew that the only way to stop Helga from insulting something was to cut her off.
"Come to think of it, I think I've heard of them." Helga looked up at him slyly. "They're the one's with that single that goes 'Won't you please be my TV Dinner? Your frozen foods will help me be thinner...'" Helga was almost laughing as she sang the imaginary lyric. She looked at Arnold expecting him to be annoyed but instead caught a look of amusement on his face.
"Helga! Sto-" Arnold couldn't help it. He started to crack up. "'Won't you please be my TV dinner?' Where do you come up with this stuff?"
"Just blessed I guess. Anyways, I can probably get you the tickets. Just get me the money and how many tickets you want tomorrow."
"That's good. I'm surprised that you can still get tickets. They were sold out last week."
"Don't worry about it. You know my connections." Helga looked down at her watch. "Oh man, it's almost eight. I have to go to a RA meeting."
"Oh come on...we're having fun. You're meetings are always about vending machines and toilet paper. I'm sure you can skip one." Arnold really didn't want her to leave. He just loved spending time with her.
"You know I can't do that. I could lose my position and I need the free dorm room if I want to make it through college without any of Bob's money." Helga started gathering her things. She picked up her leather jacket that was hanging off the back of Arnold's chair. She turned around and reached for the cookies that Arnold was holding in his lap. She grabbed the plate but Arnold pulled it back smiling. She tugged at it and he tugged back playfully.
"Ar-nold!" she said, faking annoyance. She turned serious. "Come on I really have to go." Helga pulled on the plate one more time. Arnold pulled back and, without realizing his own strength, caused Helga to fall on him while the cookies scattered on the floor. Arnold looked up at Helga who was inches from his face.
Why did you do that?, he wondered to himself. He looked at Helga's eyes, inches from his own. He saw a strange expression on her face. Without thinking, Arnold slowly moved his face forward. His lips met Helga's softly and he felt her flinch for a second before kissing him back. Then, a few seconds into their sweet kiss, Arnold felt Helga pull back.
"Um...I uh-um..I have to go." Helga said nervously. She ran around the room grabbing her stuff. "Um..you can, uh, keep the cookies. Bye!" With that she practically ran out of the room.
Arnold, still sitting among the cookies, moved his fingers over his lips. What the hell just happened?