Hey Arnold does not belong to Phoenix Eve, but Gavin the crazy tattoo guy does! Hurray! Aren't I lucky!? Now nobody better steal him ***sarcastic***

Arnold was driving Helga back to her house, it was around one in the morning. He had trouble concentrating on the road since Helga had to leave her jean unbutton and wide open since she couldn't take the tightness of the denim on the bandages of her tattoos. Which made a clear shot of her panties, which made Arnold uncomfortable. He had learned over the years Helga had no sense of modesty, she was open and out there.

"Your tattoos look pretty cool. I wish I could get one." Arnold said, trying to start up a conversation.

"You can you know, just get your grandparents to sign off on a contract." Helga said. She was squirming because the bandages itched. "I got Miriam to do that when she was drunk, how do you think I was able to get all these things pierced?" Helga laughed and slid her jeans down a bit. The itching and pain was going to drive her mad tonight.

"Are you kidding? My grandpa would never let me do that and my Grandma wouldn't even sign her own name, she would sign as one of her fictional characters." Arnold said. "But then again I don't know what I would want to get."

"Why not an eagle?" Helga said as she took the painkillers Gavin gave her. She didn't know if she should trust Gavin as a doctor, but oh well.

"Why an eagle?" Arnold asked.

"Because genius, that's what your name means. Arnold means strong as eagle." Helga said. Arnold looked at her like she was crazy.

"What? How do you know that?" Arnold asked and pulled to a stop in front of her house.

"Because they sell this name book at my work and I was bored and looked up everyone's name." Helga told as she checked to see if she had brought anything with her.

"Really where do you work, I didn't even know you had a job." Arnold said. Helga looked up, Arnold knew nothing about her. Maybe she had been too secretive over the years towards him.

"I work at this new age and witch craft story. You know they sell love potions, charms, horoscope books, and crystals. You know stuff like that. Only place that actually prefers their workers to have piercing and tattoos." Helga said. She wanted to stay in the car with Arnold all night talking, but then she thought about how that might be bad considering she was going crazy from the damn itching.

"Cool, what does your name mean?" Arnold asked and put the parking break on. Helga was curious why he was stopping the engine, maybe he wanted to talk too.

"It means something like holy and faithful. Really fitting huh?" Helga said with a laughing snort.

"Well were you faithful to your boyfriend?" Arnold asked. Helga laughed like he had said the funniest joke in the world.

"Hard to be faithful to someone you weren't even doing stuff with. The farthest that boy got was first base." Helga said. "But if you are asking if I ever cheated on Park, no. I was a good little Helga."

"Wow, looks like you are giving Lila a run for her money in the virgin race." Arnold joked. Helga scowled, she never wanted to be compared to Lila.

"Well what about you?" Helga said. Arnold just smiled.

"Way past you is all you need to know." Arnold smirked again. Helga grinned.

"Well maybe I need to let Lila win that stupid race." Helga said and leaned over and started to kiss Arnold open mouthed. Arnold was shocked at first, this was the last thing he expected Helga to do, with him no less. Her lips tasted sugary and inviting. The kiss broke and they were staring each other in the eyes. 'What the hell did I just do?' Helga asked her self in her mind.

"Where did that come from?" Arnold asked with a surprised look on his face.

"From my lips you moron." Helga said with her mischievous grin on her lips.

"Yeah, but you hate me. Why are you kissing me?" Arnold said. He felt stupid for asking, seeing as how he should just shut up and try to get another kiss.

Helga froze. 'Oh crap Helga! You let your heart get the best of you and you just kissed Arnold. Now what are you going to do? Tell him?' Helga looked worried for a second and then regained a confident state.

"Because you look like a great kisser." Helga said. Arnold smiled, he thought he was a pretty good kisser, but this was the first time anyway had commented on it. He leaned toward her and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. Then he started to kiss her using all the skills he had learned over his many years of dating.

'He is pretty good.' Helga thought to herself. She felt like dancing she was so happy she was here right now. She never imagined she would be kissing Arnold. Then something surprised her. She felt herself being tilted backward. Soon they were kissing with Helga laying on the bench front seat and Arnold over her. His hands wandering everywhere. Which wasn't a bad thing till he rubbed on her tattoo.

"Ouch! God damn it!" Helga screamed and pushed Arnold off. He remembered just then that the skin on her hip had been poked with a needle for the last few hours. He recollected himself.

"Sorry about that." Arnold said. Helga looked pretty damn pissed that it had happen. Half because it hurt like hell and second because it stopped the moment. She gathered up her stuff and got out of the truck.

"Bye Arnold, see ya!" Helga said without addressing the fact that Arnold looked pretty miserable for hurting her physically. "Oh and Arnold?"

"Yeah?" Arnold asked. Helga shut the door and leaned in through then open window.

"If you tell anyone about my tattoos or what just happen. I will kill you. You know that right?" Helga said in a half joking and half serious voice. It was hard to tell.

"Umm, yeah, okay, my lips are sealed." Arnold said sheepishly. Helga winked at him as conformation  And then turned and entered her house. She looked kind of funny walking since her pants her off her hips and look like they would fall down any minute. Arnold let out a little laugh and started up his car.

Helga was prancing around her room and spinning. "I got to kiss Arnold! I got to kiss Arnold!" She threw herself down on her bed and giggled. Something she had rarely ever down. She kicked off her jeans and swapped her tank top for a baggy black shirt that she got at a concert. She removed all her jewelry and found something odd.

"Hey where did my favorite necklace go?" Helga asked and checked the pockets of her jeans. "Shit, it must have fallen off at Gavin's!"

The necklace she was referring to was one she had made in metal shop class. It medium size pendent of a heart covered in barbwire. She even engraved "H.P." on the back. She would just pick it up tomorrow since it was Saturday and she got off work at 4. She went to bed dreaming about the picture perfect moment between her and Arnold.

Arnold crashed down on his bed and held his head. He couldn't figure out what was going on in his world.

"Man. First I am doing something totally wrong to Helga just because I am broke and need an air conditioner in my truck. Then Helga comes on to me with that kiss and I still don't know why. Then I take that even further, oh man. This heat most be making me act crazy." Arnold said and fell asleep in his normal street clothes.

Arnold woke up the next morning when his cell phone wouldn't stop going off, it was around two in the afternoon. He groaned and rolled over and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" Arnold said in a groggy voice.

"Hey Arnold, you sound like shit." Gerald laughed on the other end. "Where were you last night? I called your cell and you didn't answer."

"Well I left it at home. I was out." Arnold said. Gerald thought this odd that Arnold was being so vague about that. But if Arnold wanted it that way he would let him.

"Okay then, well I needed to haul some stuff to the dump. I was wondering if you wanted to be a pal and help me with your truck." Gerald asked in a sweet voice he used when he wanted something.

"Alright, I am already dressed, be right over." Arnold said and walked out the door without changing. No sense in getting changed into something clean to go to a dump.

Helga sat bored and half asleep reading a spell book as the little shop she worked at went empty. They had a few people stop and buy stuff. Mostly teenagers since they are the ones who believe in most of these charms. Also a few loyal customers who normally bought over two hundred dollars worth of stuff every week. These were normally cult members or people who seriously thought they were witches. Either way it gave Helga money and she didn't mind what nut job gave it to her. She spent most of her money on her secret training. But the few bucks she had left over she put toward buying that tattoo. Which still itched.

"This is so boring." Helga said and reached into her bag and pulled out her cell phone. She had Arnold's number on it because he gave it to her once because they shared math notes. She figure she would give him a call and see when he wanted to do that dress thing.

Arnold and Gerald were chatting about how Arnold managed to get Helga to agree. He said he just stopped by, asked, and then left.

"Man I can't believe you got her to agree just like that!" Gerald said and slapped his leg. "I guess I underestimated you Arnold."

"Yeah I guess so." Arnold said uneasily. He felt weird lying to Gerald like this. But he feared Helga would kill him if he ruined her by telling what really happened. His cell phone rang. "Hello?" He said as he answered it.

"Arnold, It's Helga. I want to know when we are going shopping." Helga said in a demanding voice. Trying to sound like she called him for no other reason then business.

"Umm." Arnold said as he shot a sideways glance at Gerald. "I am busy right now, how about in a few hours?"

"No good, I am booked today. I was thinking more like tomorrow since I don't have work on Sundays." Helga said.

"Okay, then. What time?" Arnold said. Worriedly eh took another look at Gerald who was preoccupied by something he was digging out from in between the seats. Most likely dropped his pager again.

"Around noon. I have practice at five tomorrow." Helga said. Arnold was curious what kind of practice required her to be there everyday.

"Okay sure, I will be at your house tomorrow at noon." Arnold said and then they said their goodbyes and Arnold got off the phone. He tried to play it calm so Gerald wouldn't catch on.

"That was Helga wasn't it?" Gerald asked in a smooth tone. Arnold swallowed hard.

"Yeah." He said quickly.

"I thought so, what were you two up to last night?" Gerald asked. Arnold sat there silent.

'How the fuck does he know I was with her last night?' Arnold asked himself. He thought her covered up that phone conversation pretty well. "Why do you think that?"

"Well first off, you were out last night and won't say where. And then I sat down and this poked me in the ass." Gerald said and held up Helga's heart and wire necklace. The lock on the chain seemed to broke. It must have snagged on the seat when she was on her back. 

"Okay I gave her a ride home. I say her walking home and I was headed to her house anyways." Arnold said. Gerald could so tell he was lying. Arnold sucked at lying. He had been a real goody-goody till this last year when he was trying to act as tough as Gerald did. That's when this whole thing of not wanting a girlfriend started happening.

"Arnold, what is so wrong about admitting you were with Helga last night. I mean sure she is a scary, evil, mean bitch. But hey, you could do worse. Plus I knew something might happen if you ask her." Gerald said. Arnold wasn't sure how to take this.

"Well it's just suppose to be a secret. I promised her that." Arnold said. He wasn't too sure how he felt about last night since everything in the truck started and ended so quickly.

"Wll maybe something more then I think happen if she wants it kept a secret." Gerald said with a malevolent smirk. "Well what are you two doing tomorrow at noon?"

"We are going dress shopping." Arnold said shamefully as Gerald burst out laughing.

To be continued…….

Okay, the next one is going to be pretty funny with Helga and Arnold shopping for her dress. Review