Chapter 6

Blah blah blah, I don't own anyone from Hey Arnold, I just change them to fit my fancies.

Okay working on the picture thing, it seems Yahoo has many restrictions on it's attachments, so I have to adjust it till it works, then everyone will get there look at my crappy scanning job.

Alright, it seems our little wholesome Arnold is in a jam. He has to some how hold of Gerald, while getting Helga's clothes on, while respecting her privacy, and not getting caught, poor Arnold……

Note: Arnold and his fainting thing I figure would happen since he gets extremely goofy around girls he likes. ^_^

"GERALD HOLD ON!" Arnold said and gathered Helga and the blankets into his arms, being careful not to let anything slip. It was wrong to look at Helga while she was passed out he thought to himself and kept his eyes up. Well, keeping his eyes up wasn't the best idea, because as his bad luck would have it like it was going so far, he tripped on one of the dangling blankets and tumbled across his floor with Helga. He landed on top of her, tangled up in the blankets. He groaned and heard the door open.

Gerald heard a large crash and thud inside the room. Taking this as a bad sign of trouble, he opened the door to help Arnold. His eyes set upon the sight of Arnold entangled in his blankets and groaning. 'Weird but not to weird.', Gerald thought to himself. Then he heard a slight female groan and the blankets moved to reveal Helga. Helga without a top on.  Arnold slowly turned and looked at Gerald. Gerald could only think of one thing to say.

"You're a bold kid Arnold." Gerald said and closed the door and left to go home. He would have a hard time sorting all these things he just saw out in his head. He didn't know if he should tell Phoebe or not. He would ask Arnold about it in the morning.

Arnold lied there shocked. What the hell just happen? Within the course of an hour he went from thinking about a kiss he nearly had, to being caught wrapped on in blankets with Helga naked by Gerald. And still all he got was a kiss. He sighed and looked down at Helga. She was still out and still not decent.

"You know what Helga, I still don't get you." Arnold said with a smile. He removed himself from the mess and sat down to think of what to do next. "Well first things first, let's get some clothes on you."

Arnold walked over and picked up her clothes. He remembered how closely the tank top had fit to her body. That would mean he couldn't just slide her into it, he would have to pull it on, which meant brushing against her soft skin, which meant temptations, which meant he wouldn't do it. He figured he would just slide one of his baggy sleep t-shirts on her and that would do. He picked up her PJs and tossed them down the laundry shot. He heard a slight clanking noises in there as they went down to the laundry room, but thought nothing of it and got a shirt out of his dresser.

"Okay Arnold, just remember, if you do see something, don't stare, it wouldn't be right with her asleep." He told himself. He put the shirt over her head and once her head was threw the hole, quickly pulled it down the rest of the way. Then ever so carefully reached into the sleeves and pulled out her arms. He sighed, okay hard part over. Another knock came at his door. He gaped and covered Helga with the blankets so none of her showed.

"Who is it?" Arnold called out.

"It's me Short man, just wanted to tell ya I took your job since you forgot and already locked up downstairs and in the basement." Grandpa said through the door. It was Arnold's job now to lock all the doors on the first floor and in the basement at night, to prevent theft from the outside and from most of the tenets. Every night he would take Grandpa's keys and make sure no one was in the basement or the parlor, then lock them and give the keys back to Grandpa, just one of the ways he earned his handyman fee.

"Okay thanks Grandpa." Arnold said and was relieved it was only that.

"No problem Arnold, sweet dreams." Grandpa said and then made his way down the stairs to his room.

"Okay, this has to be the weirdest day ever. First I meet Helga again and she is really cool, well I guess she was always cool and I just didn't notice, but anyways, then Helga moves in to my house, then we almost kiss, then we do kiss, then she tells me she's always liked me. And that was all great, then all of a sudden all the bad luck happens with Lila coming back and the Gerald seeing that wasn't really what he is thinking. So really good luck and then really bad luck." Arnold thought aloud. He signed and shook his head to clear his thoughts, "Well, at least it's all over for tonight."

He picked up Helga in his arms and made his way out of his room to her door. He bent down a little and twisted the door knob. It wouldn't budge. Locked.

"Locked? How the hell?" Arnold asked himself and then the thought came back to him. The clanking in the laundry shoot was her key; it must have been in the pants! "shit!"

"Uhhh, huh?" Helga groaned from Arnold's arms. She opened her eyes to see only darkness. She felt herself being held and her head resting on somebody's chest. She realized the smell of Arnold's fabric softener, sounds stupid, but he seems to use the same brand ever since elementary school and she loved it. She could hear Arnold's heart beating and she sighed.

"Helga? You awake now?" Arnold whispered. She nodded and he slowly let her down onto her feet. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I am fine." Helga said. She noticed she was wearing something of Arnold's, her whole body started to tingle.

"I got some bad news. I put your clothes in the laundry shoot and the key to your room was in there still." Arnold said. Helga smacked her head.

"Shit Arnold! Why did you do that? Why didn't you leave them there for me or better yet put them back on me?" Helga said and crossed her arms.

"Well they were too tight to put back on you and don't get mad at me, you should have put them on yourself, but you were too busy prancing around in a sheet!" Arnold snapped back her. Helga grew furious but then went into auto-cool mode and calmed herself.

"Hmph, you think that was real? I was only joking Arnoldo! You think I would actually let you see me like that?" Helga said and started to go into her tough girl frame of mind.

"You were joking? Do you know how much trouble you got us in?! Gerald walked in before I could get you decent!" Arnold whispered furiously back, he would have yelled it if they weren't in the hallway this late at night. Helga swirled around on her heels and shoved her face right into Arnold's.

"What did you say?" Helga growled. "I hope you didn't just say you let Gerald in when I was out for the count and naked!"

"Well if you had put your clothes on in the first place." Arnold barked back.

"Well I would have if you hadn't knocked me out by diving for the phone!" Helga said. She was so angry right now she could punch something, but seeing as only Arnold was there, she decided to bottle it up. She looked at Arnold, he also looked exasperated. She huffed and decided to just end it for tonight. "Okay Okay, let's just go down and get my key." She started down the hall toward the stairs.

"We can't." Arnold said. Helga turned and walked back to him.

"And why the hell not?" Helga inquired in her steamed-but-trying-to-control-it voice.

"Because the door to the basement is locked and Grandpa has the key." Arnold said. He sensed Helga's response and kept going. "And no, we can not wake him up to get it, he'll ask why and then we'll have to explain ourselves."

"Okay then football head, then what do we do. I am sure as hell not sleeping on the floor or a couch!" Helga demanded.

"Well come back up to my room. You can take my bed and I'll take my couch." Arnold said. He staggered up the stairs. He was tired and hurt. Things seem to be going good with Helga now they were fighting like they use to. He looked back at her as he opened his door and the light shone down on her. She looked just like she use too. Trademark scowl and crossed arms. He let her pass first into the room and then walked in behind her.

"Hmph, looks like I have to remake the bed to be able to sleep in it." Helga said with a bitter sarcastic tone. She started to gather all the blankets off the floor. Arnold frowned.

'Why is Helga going back to being a total bitch toward me?' Arnold asked himself. Then something dawned on him. Even when Helga use to be mean to him, she still liked him a lot according to her. That she just has problems showing affection. Arnold smiled started to smile again and walked over to Helga. She was grumbling as she knelt, tried to sort out the mess of blankets on the floor. He knelt down beside her and started to help.

"What do you think you are doing Bucko? I can handle it myself." Helga said, keeping her eyes on the pile of covers. She looked up for a second to see Arnold looking at her with a sweet smile on his face. Inside her heart melted, he was just so damn cute. But she kept up her angry outside. "What are you smiling at?"

"You. You are just so adorable when you get all upset." Arnold said and then went back to folding a sheet nonchalantly. Helga just sat there staring at him.

'Did he just say I looked adorable?' she asked herself in her head. She continued to stare at him in amazement, eyes glued to him and her mouth slightly opened in shock. He turned again to her when he had finished sorting the mess.

"See, you even look cute when your mouth is hanging open a little like that." Arnold said. He then leaned in and gave her a small kiss. At first Helga remained in shock over the sudden change in attitude, but slowly she came to and began to kiss back. It was just as sweet as the first time. Arnold moved in closer and took her into his arms.

'She is so warm, and she still has that scent of apples.' Arnold thought to himself. One of his hands wondered and started to run through her hair. It was so soft. Slowly they stopped kissing and Arnold just held Helga close to him.

"Arnold….I" Helga started to say but he just lightly patted her back and she went back to relaxing in his arms. He looked up at the clock, it was nearly midnight, they had to be up in six hours.

"We better get some sleep." Arnold said to Helga and she nodded to him. They stood up and Arnold carried the blankets over to the bed and set them up again. After that Helga climbed in and made herself comfy. She giggled when Arnold tucked her in, she really had never had anyone tuck her in so for some reason she found it funny that Arnold was doing it.

"Good night Helga." Arnold said and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Night Football Head." Helga said with a smirk and rolled over to go to sleep. Arnold let out a chuckle and walked over to clear his couch.

Okay that's it for this chapter. I just saw Davy Jones on Hey Arnold this morning. Life is good. Review please!