I will find a way to make Hey Arnold mine, and then the world, Mw ha ha hah! Okay till then I don't won Hey Arnold or anything related.
Helga sat in her kitchen at the table eating a bowl of sugarcoated cereal, one of her favorites since she was a kid. Well, that's because it's the only thing she could eat till she learned how to cook, since Miriam was useless. She had a book on the table, reading up on her love potion she was going to use on Arnold next time. Her cell phone rang on the table next to her; she glanced over at the Caller ID on it. "SID"
"Hey Sid, what's up?" Helga asked. Sid and her were friends since she was into the whole punk scene too. He was in a band that she often went and saw called 'Untimely Life'.
"Nothing, I was going on a camping trip with the guys and they said ask anyone from PS118 I can to go, you know like a reunion. So I am just giving you a heads up." Sid said. Helga pondered this. She could use a break from ballet, she was getting worn out. But leaving would mean no Arnold, or would it?
"So who else is going then?" Helga asked and shoved another mouthful of cereal into her chops.
"Well, so far it is Stinky, Gerald, and me. But I am asking you, Gerald is asking Arnold, and Stinky is asking Harold. So about six in all." Sid said. Helga smiled, she would go, and she knew Arnold would be there for sure.
"So five boys and one girl huh?" Helga asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Well, come on Helga, you have always been one of the guys. Plus it's not like Lila and Rhonda are going to want to go stomp around in the mud." Sid said. Helga scowled, if they only knew she wasn't as much of a man as they thought she was.
"Okay okay Sid. When do we leave?" Helga asked.
"Around 4 o'clock." Sid said, Helga spit out her cereal and looked at that clock, it was around noon.
"Thanks a lot for the heads up Sid, criminey!" Helga growled. She said her goodbye and walked upstairs to get ready and start to pack. She was excited about going to the woods. Woods were a hot spot for witch activity; she could try a lot of the stuff she had been wanting to. She packed spells and bottles.
"Time to get dressed." Helga said. She knew she couldn't wear anything glam Goth like windex pants or fishnets, she would rip it on something. She pulled on her worn out holey jeans she wore when she got her tattoo. And then a pink tank top and covered that with a grungy hoodie jackets that had Japanese writing on it. Then she put her hair in her braided buns and spiked leather hair straps. Matching spike collar and wristbands. She passed on make up. Eyeliner and camping didn't mix.
Arnold was pulled up in front of Gerald's house to pick him up. Gerald called around 10 this morning and invited him to go camping with him, Stinky, Sid, and Harold. The other three were going up in Harold's car, with was a beat up piece of shit and had duct tape holding together most of the seating. Gerald came out of his house and threw his gear into the back of the truck bed and then hopped into the cab part.
"About time, you ready to leave?" Arnold asked. Gerald smiled at him with a sinful grin. Arnold got worried; Gerald was up to something again. "What's up?" Arnold asked in a worried voice.
"Well Sid called me just a little while ago and asked us to pick up our 6th guest for the trip, since Harold wouldn't allow them in his car." Gerald said. Arnold gave him a questioning glance. "To the Pataiki residence!" Gerald said in a mocking tone as he laughed.
"You are kidding me?" Arnold said and banged his head on the wheel. He was hoping this weekend he could leave his girl troubles behind.
"Are you mad about what happen between you two last night?" Gerald asked as Arnold cringed in fear.
"How do you know?" Arnold asked. Gerald laughed.
"Well Rhonda's friend lives a few houses down from Helga. Rhonda was spending the night and saw your truck out there at night and it was still there in the morning." Gerald said with an evil grin as they drove through the neighborhood toward Helga's house.
"It's not what you think, nothing happen." Arnold said in an irritated tone in his voice.
"It's never what I think is it? But some how Helga and you have seem to have gotten really close lately." Gerald said. Arnold just slumped his shoulders.
"It's just because of the prom thing, one thing lead to another and I spent the night." Arnold groaned.
"What did happen?" Gerald asked. Arnold groaned even louder, knowing what he said next would sound horrible.
"We can't remember." Arnold said as they pulled up in front of Helga's house. She was sitting on the front steps looking shocked; she thought Sid was picking her up. She shook off the amazement and threw her bag and tent in the back. Gerald stepped out and bowed as Helga crawled past into the front seat.
"Why didn't Sid pick me up?" Helga said as she was squeezed between Arnold and Gerald.
"Because Harold was driving." Arnold said. It was a known fact that Harold and Helga would have killed each other if trapped in crappy car for hours. Gerald and Helga could stand each other to the point where they would just stop speaking if they got too annoyed, but Harold loved to egg Helga on.
"Oh great. Well I can at least say this car will smell better without Harold sweating over it." Helga said. They started going, Helga turned to Gerald. "So why isn't princess coming? I thought she would die if you two were separated for more then a day."
"Well she wanted to go, but there is a sale tomorrow at Macy's she wouldn't miss for the world." Gerald said. He was amazed him and Helga were talking without fighting.
The road trip rolled on nicely, Helga and Gerald hadn't tried to throw the other one from the truck. As it went on, they ended up talking to each other more then either talk to Arnold. This bugged him a bit, but thought it best since he was uncomfortable talking to Helga at the moment since sleeping with her and not remembering a damn thing.
"So then Rhonda says 'Spiked collars are for dogs Helga!' just as this old lady walks her poodle by that is wearing a dog sweater matching the one Rhonda was wearing!" Helga said and everyone laughed.
"She never told me that one!" Gerald said wiping some tears from his eyes he was laughing so hard.
"Hey there is a mini-mart, want to stop for something to snake on?" Arnold asked.
"Yeah man, I am starving." Gerald said and pulled out his wallet. He offered to pay for food since Helga already offered to pay for gas to repay Arnold for driving them. He went in and grabbed some chips and sodas. He came out and saw a disturbing sight in the front seat of the truck. It look to be Arnold hitting on Helga, he kept leaning over and whispering into his ear. He had meant to get Arnold a prom date with the whole bet, not get Helga as his steady girlfriend.
"Come on Helga! Doesn't it smell somewhat familiar? " Arnold asked, asking Helga to smell his jacket that he was wearing now and last night. She knew the smell of spices; they were from the forget-me dust. She had spelt some on him that night.
"I don't know, maybe it is something you ate." Helga said shrugging it off. Gerald walked up to the car and dropped the food in his seat through the window.
"Hey Arnold, I am going to go to the bathroom. You going to come?" Gerald said, wanting to confront Arnold on his own about the Helga thing.
"What are you two girls? Have to go the bathroom in groups?" Helga laughed.
Gerald raised his eyebrows to signal he needed a talk, Helga didn't notice because she was too busy laughing over her own joke again. Arnold nodded and got out the door.
"Come to think of it I do have to go." Arnold said as him and Gerald went around the back to the bathrooms. Helga raised a questioning eyebrow, but took it as a sign of luck. She was left alone. She opened the back window of the cab and reached into her bag in the truck bed. She pulled out her trusty love potion. Well, more a lust potion. She took out one of the soda cans and rubbed the liquid around the rim of the can. She put the can in Arnold's seat. She smiled, Arnold would be under her spell soon enough.
"Arnold man, you need to back off. I mean Helga is cool and all, but she isn't the type you want to be in a relationship with. She is abusive and a pain in the ass." Gerald said through the bathroom door. He didn't really have to go, but Arnold did.
"Gerald, I can handle it, trust me." Arnold said. He knew he wasn't going to get too attached to Helga, even though he went all mushy when he saw her dancing in that leotard.
"Okay man, if you say so." Gerald said and after Arnold was done they went back to the car. Helga was finishing off her can of soda, it was so hot and she hadn't drunk anything in hours.
"You better go to the bathroom after chugging down that thing, we aren't stopping till we get there and its another hour away." Arnold said. Helga didn't verbal respond just shimmied out of the truck's window and rolled her eyes.
"You know the door does open." Gerald said, and she flipped him the bird as she walked off to the bathrooms.
Arnold and Gerald got in the truck to see Helga already divided up the stuff.
"Gee, I thought Helga knew I hated Dr.Pepper." Arnold said and looked over at Gerald's Pepsi. "You mind switching?"
"No Problem man!" Gerald said and they switched. "I can't believe Helga got a whole one of these down while were gone."
"Wanna try?" Arnold said. Gerald smiled. He loved racing Arnold in anything, friendly competition kept their friendship alive. They opened and readied the cans in their hand.
"Ready?" Gerald asked. Arnold nodded. "GO!"
They guzzled down the soda till it was gone. Unfortunately, Arnold had found that Gerald was still faster then him at most things.
"I WIN!" Gerald cried. Arnold groaned and took his can and threw it out the window at a trashcan. Nothing but can. "Let me try!" Gerald shot and it missed.
"Figures, all my basketball skills." Arnold said and gave Gerald a friendly handshake thingie. Helga came up to see Gerald and Arnold laughing.
"One of you morons move so I can get in." Helga said. Arnold was about to, when Gerald made one of his classic challenges.
"Why don't you just get in through the window again?" Gerald said in a sarcastic voice. Helga growled at him and shook her fist. Arnold laughing knowing she was weak in the arms and should be shaking her foot instead. But Helga was up to the challenge and walked over to Gerald's window and jumped through. She landed in a very awkward position. Her face was right up next to Arnold's and her legs caught and her butt was hovering in front of Gerald.
"Oh great!" Helga looked back to see one of her holes in her pants was caught on the lock stick on Gerald's door. Arnold and Gerald laughed as Helga frantically shook her leg to free herself. Arnold looked over to tell Gerald a joke, when he noticed Gerald was checking out Helga's rear that was floating over his lap and Helga struggled to get her pants off the latch.
'Gerald is checking out Helga? What the fuck?' Arnold said and looked ahead to avoid Gerald seeing that he noticed. 'No big deal, I mean Helga is good looking, what healthy man wouldn't take a look in that situation?'
With one last hardy yank Helga pulled her leg loose and lost her balance and flew head first into the driver's door. She now was on Arnold's lap and legs dangling on Gerald's. They burst out laughing again.
"Ouch! I am going to kill you two if you don't stop laughing." Helga said and removed her self from the stance and wedged herself back in between Arnold and Gerald.
"Sorry, but that was pretty funny." Gerald said chuckling. Helga glared at him as she rubbed her head.
"I have a headache now, so you two losers keep it down while I rest my eyes." Helga said and leaned her head back. Arnold smiled to stop the laughing and started up the truck again.
About a mile or so, Helga was sleeping. Gerald and Arnold were talking to each other.
"Man Rhonda is going to love hearing that story." Arnold said. Gerald nodded a no.
"I ain't tell her, Helga would pound me." Gerald said and looked over Helga. "Hey, I didn't know Helga had tattoos."
Arnold looked over to see the angel wings barely showing as Helga jeans had slipped down a bit from her struggle. 'How did Gerald notice those unless he was looking awful hard at Helga's hips. What is with him? First he tells me to back off, now he is eyeing her.'
Gerald reached over and lift Helga's jean rim lightly. "Angel wings? Angel my ass!"
"Gerald what the hell is you doing?" Arnold said. Looking was one thing, but even he knew Gerald pulling those jeans up wasn't something you do when you have a girlfriend. Or when the girl is asleep. Or when the girl is your best friend's prom date. Or when your best friend is in the car while you do that to his prom date.
"I am just looking man, chill!" Gerald said and turned from Arnold. He couldn't believe he did it either. But he gotten this sudden rush of lustful emotions. He didn't know what had come over him. He wiped some sweat from his forehead and looked out the window. 'I hope whatever I have ends soon, before I end up doing something I might regret. Or better yet, something Rhonda will kill me for.'
TO be continued……
Okay, this plot has gone to hell in a hand basket lol! And as you see Helga's luck of her plans coming back and biting her in the ass has proudly continued, since now she has a horny Gerald on her hands. And she is going to be the only girl there!!!!!!! O_O