I don't own anything to do with Hey Arnold.

Note: I notice a lot of people didn't like the way Helga is using witchcraft. Let me explain. First, I am not saying what type of witchcraft she is using because half of these potions don't exist and I don't want to offend anyone who believes in a certain one. Secondly, Helga has a history of experimenting with this kind of stuff (i.e. –her shrine, her out-of-love potion, etc.), so don't say it is out of character for her. I am not writing this to piss anyone off, so chill.

Helga woke up to feel the truck pulling to a stop. She opened her eyes to see the sun beginning to set. She groaned, she knew Stinky or Sid planned this one out, because no one else was dumb enough to plan to be getting here at sunset and have to pitch tents in the dark. She felt weight on her right shoulder. She looked over to see Gerald's sleeping head resting on her shoulder. She growled.

"Get the hell off of me!" Helga said and jerked her shoulder up, knocking Gerald's head off and bumping it on the window. Arnold couldn't help but smile, he was pissed Gerald had fallen asleep on Helga and thought he got what he deserved.

Gerald awaked rudely as his head was batted into a window. He groaned and glared over at Helga. "You could have got pushed me off you know."

"Well you could have fallen asleep against the window in the first place!" Helga snapped back. Arnold cut the engine and exited the car, a steamed Helga hot on his trails. Gerald sighed and got out his door, wondering what was coming over him.

"Hey, looks like we are first here." Arnold said as he walked up to the appointed camp site. Which surprised him, Harold drove always at least 15 over the speed limit.

"Well, we should set up camp before we have no light at all." Helga said and grabbed her tent from the back of the truck. From the plan, Stinky had a tent that would fit three, which would be Harold, Sid, and himself. Gerald and Arnold would share Arnold's tent which could fit three also. They would have a little extra room and use it to store some of the camping gear. Helga, being the only girl, brought her own tent; big enough for herself and her stuff only.

Arnold and Gerald struggled for an hour with the tent. It was about 20 years old and had many poles and confusing instructions on how to set it up. Helga on the other hand, being spoiled by her father's recent expansion, had a brand new tent that set up in under 5 minutes. She was now working on setting up her deluxe hammock.

"You know you could help us!" Gerald cried out as he labored to fit one support pole into another. Helga had finished her hammock and slumped back into it.

"I could, but I won't." Helga said with a devilish smile. She leaned her head back and felt at peace with the sounds of nature around her. She use to hate being out of the comfort of her nice townhouse, but now she was delighted to escape the constant beeping of her fully automated house. Everything seemed to have a clock and timer built into it thanks to Bob.

"It's fine Gerald, we are almost done." Arnold said and looked over at Helga. She was smiling in a way he had never seen, fully content almost. About 5 minutes later they were finished and they sat down to rest as a pair of headlights crept up the road in the sudden darkness of the night.

"Hey, we finally made it. " Sid called out as he exited the car. Harold had got them lost and it took them awhile to find the right road. He was dressed in some punk plaid pants and a Green Day t-shirt. His hair slicked down over his eyes under his cap. He matched Helga in pierced body parts. Except instead of a belly button ring, he had a stud in his tongue.

Stinky and Harold got out. They saw that the other three had already set up camp. Instantly Harold started in on picking on Helga.

"Hey Helga! Why don't you have an anarchy symbol spray painted on your tent?": Harold mockingly asked. Helga rolled her eyes at the lame punk joke and rolled off her hammock into standing in front of Harold.

"Hey Harold, why don't you have a Weight Watchers symbol spray painted on your beat up piece of crap excuse for a car?" Helga snapped in his face.

"Shut up!" Harold yelled and took a swing at Helga. She ducked easy enough and just backed up and laughed. Normally this would be a disturbing site, if it didn't happen every time the two got next to each other. The others just sighed out in annoyance and ignored them.

"Well, how about I cook us up some of my famous hot dogs!" Gerald said jokingly and everyone agreed on it.

"I'll go get some firewood I guess." Helga said. Wanting an excuse to leave Harold. She started to walk off from the clearing and into the woods. Arnold noticed she didn't bring a flashlight with her in her eagerness to leave. He knew she never wanted help or any kind of assistance, but she was going to hurt herself she got lost or fell.

"I am going to get her before she gets eaten by a bear or something." Arnold said and grabbed a flashlight and walked off in the direction she went. Gerald smiled with relief, no Helga around, no chance of being tempted.

Arnold walked about 50 yards out into the woods. "Helga?" Arnold cried out and pointed his flashlight around. She poked her head up from picking up wood.

"What?" She yelled out. Arnold walked over to her and smiled. He could see she must have already tripped, because her back was covered in wood chips and leaves and they were matted into her hair.

"I came to help you from stumbling around in the dark." Arnold said and brushed the stuff from her back. Her heart raced at the contact. She hoped her potion was kicking in.

"Well I don't need your help." Helga said and leaned forward to grab a piece of wood, but she lost her footing on the loose leaves covering the ground, and took a face plant.

"Helga!" Arnold said and pulled her back into his arms. She was a bit dazed and had a trickle of blood coming from a cut near her hairline. "You okay?"

"Yeah I think." Helga said and looked up into Arnold's eyes, her heart started to race. She could feel his heart beat since she was so close to him, it was pounding to. 'Oh, this is so amazing, in Arnold's arms romantically.' Helga thought to herself.

'Man, she is really cute when she doesn't have all that make up on hiding this soft skin.' Arnold said. He took the bottom of his shirt and wiped the blood from her face. Neither of them made a sound. The only thing they could hear were their hearts pounding and the sound of water running from somewhere near by.

"See you do need me and my trusty flash light!" Arnold said with a cute smile, breaking the silence. Helga snapped back at this.

"I said I didn't need your help!" Helga bellowed and ripped herself from Arnold arms. She couldn't believe she let herself act all weak in front of Arnold. "I am not some little girl, I can handle myself thank you very much."

"Helga, what is your problem?" Arnold yelled back. He was tired of this played out routine of Helga refusing to believe she was human and might actually need help like everyone else. "Every time I think I might actually be seeing your good side, you turn back into a witch!"

In Helga's head she was laughing her head off since she was always a witch, nice or mean. But she didn't let Arnold know of the irony of his comment, she countered his insult.

"Why do you only think my good side means me being soft and vulnerable? Why can't I be strong and independent? The problem with you is you can't accept me as I am! You always say you know there is a better side to me, what is wrong with the side I have now? Just because my hard edge attitude doesn't go with your soft hearted way life is no right to tell me that I am being a witch. I am being myself and if you don't like it deal with it!" Helga scream as she advanced on Arnold, going face to face with him, making him back peddle.

"Helga… I…..I…." Arnold stumbled for words as his feet stumbled as Helga's icy glare pushed him backwards.

"You what Arnold? My whole life I have had to depend on myself at home because my parents are freaking morons! My best friend leaves me to go to college! And I have been an outcast since kindergarten because I act different! And you want me to soften up? So what, I can get hurt when people still don't like me!?" Helga yelled and stopped moving forward.

"Helga, that is not true. I would like you." Arnold said. He knew the minute he let those words go that they were wrong, because he swore Helga's eyes flashed red.

"And you don't like me now is that it? Sorry Arnold, but this prom and buddy thing is off. If you can't accept me as I am, then don't try to change me." Helga said coldly. She turned around and walked away. Arnold sat there stunned. He never realized that maybe he was trying to force Helga to be something she was not, or not willing to share at least. He knew there was a kind side, she just didn't want to admit it.

Gerald walked along the stream's side looking for a place to rinse the dirt from the metal grill plate. He heard a voice in the distance.

"Stupid Arnold!" he heard a female voice cry as a rock was sent skipping across the surface of a deep part of the water. He look to the bank of the stream to see Helga sitting on a large rock. Her eyes were red, it seem like she was crying, but that couldn't be. Helga never cried. Even when she broke her arm in the 7th grade playing catcher for them in the park. Harold slide in and the impact broke her forearm. She didn't shed a tear, just choked Harold with her good arm.

"Helga?" Gerald asked as he walked up. She almost fell form her rock when she saw him.

"What the hell are you doing here asshole?" Helga screamed and wiped the tears from her face. She threw one of her stones she had been skipping at Gerald, he ducked and it splashed in the water. Helga had become far more violent as she got older, most likely build of inner feelings unreleased.

"Damn it Helga!" Gerald said and started to walk away. He was not in the mood to deal with her mean side. But he stopped walking when he heard her sniffles she was trying to hide. If there was one thing Gerald couldn't stand to hear, it was the sound of a woman crying. He turned back to see her one of her legs and wiping the tears on her dirty jeans. He walked back. "Helga listen, tell me what is going on and I will leave then after I know you are at least okay."

"What do you care?" Helga shoot back from her spot on the rock. She was a few feet higher then Gerald, so he couldn't get a good look at her face to see her emotion.

"Helga, even if you are being a bitch, I still care if you are alright." Gerald said, he tried his best to maybe get a smile, maybe with a joke. "I mean, a smooth brother like me can't leave a woman crying." He then gave that classic Gerald smile to seal the line. Helga laughed at this.

"Gawd, I can't decide what is bigger, your ego or your hair!" Helga said and slide down to the ground next to him from her position on the large rock. Gerald saw her normal perfect hardcore image in shambles. One her buns in her hair had come loose and now was just an awkward braid dangling on one side of her head, while the other one was intact with a few twigs sticking out of it. Her Japanese jacket had a few rips in it. There was dried blood strikes on the side on her face from her cut. And dirt matted into everywhere.

"What the hell happen to you!?" Gerald asked and brushed a few of her bangs away to examine the cut.

"Arnold happen to me! The jerk chases me down saying he wants to help, then he makes me trip and fall, then he insults me! So I hightail it out of there and get lost in these stupid woods!" Helga screamed as she ripped a few of the twigs from her hair. Gerald sighed, Arnold wasn't getting along with the plan well at all.

"No wonder you two have been gone for a hour. I thought you two ran off to be alone." Gerald said. He couldn't help but notice that feeling was coming over now that Helga was near again.

"Hmph, like I would ever want to be alone with a loser like him." Helga said and bent down to the edge of the water and used the reflection to check her image. She looked like crap. She started to undo her hair from its braided mess.

"Well you two seem to like to spend time together before, my buddy can't seem to stop hanging with you all this week." Gerald said as Helga began to wash the dirt from her face with some of the clean stream water. She decided to just dunk her whole head in, since she hated her hair being dirty.

"He doesn't like hanging with me, he likes hanging with a fantasy girl he believes lives inside of me." Helga said as she rinsed the twigs and leaves from her hair. "He thinks I am a sensitive, helpless, scared little girl stuck in some big whole mean world, and he needs to guide me right. After school special or what!?"

"Hey, that's just Arnold. You have to accept him being Mr. Rodgers just like we accept you as being spawn of Satan." Gerald said with a smirk. Helga looked up at him with a 'I-am-not-amused' look and splashed him a bit with her hair as she flung her wet locks back.

"I guess, just like I have to accept you being a good for nothing jock." Helga said with a joking tone. She stood up and smiled smugly in Gerald's face. She love to go eye to eye with people, it gave her a power trip. Gerald just smiled back and leaned forward, his nose touching hers.

"I guess that is right Lucifer's daughter." Gerald smirked back at her. He suddenly pulled back when he saw those sparkling blue eyes. He stepped back in shock as Helga seem to transform in his eyes from her evil self to a blond goddess. Her hair wet, her face fresh and clean.

"What? You get scared I might bite you?" Helga snorted laughed as Gerald just looked at her in amazement.

"I…I just thought I saw something." Gerald said looking deep into her eyes. She was so beautiful, her body so perfect. His blood pumped through his veins at an alarming rate. The Love/Lust Potion was taking full effect. Gerald walked back toward Helga.

"What did you see?" Helga asked as Gerald closed in, "Why are you getting so close, what is there something on me?"

Arnold pushed through the brushes of the woods. He had been looking for Helga for an hour in the woods, he feared she would get lost. No matter how much of a fight they were in, he couldn't let her stay out there alone in the dark. He saw an opening where the moonlight from the nearly full moon made it almost as bright as day.

"If Helga went anywhere, it's most likely that opening. He walked closer to hear the babbling stream and slight voices. He peeled back some branches on a bush and got a clear view of the banks of the miniature river. He saw Helga standing there looking oddly at Gerald who was walking toward her. "What the hell is going on?"

On the banks, out of Arnold's earshot. Helga started to growl a bit.

"Back up Gerald, I ain't afraid to fight any jock who wants to pick a match." Helga said in a bitter tone, taking Gerald's forward motion as an intimidation move in a fight. But he gently placed his hands her shoulders.

"I am not going to hurt you." Gerald said and leaned over and kissed Helga on the lips. His hand slipped down her arms to her waist and brought her in tight. Helga was too much in disbelief to actually react. She just kind of stood there being kissed with her eyes wide open in shock.

Arnold turned away in disgust from the actions of his best friend. It was all too much for him to bear. Sure Helga wasn't his technically, but she was something special to Arnold since they started this dare. Gerald knew that. Gerald was obliviously trying to win this dare the dirty way.

To be continued…..

AHHH! NO!!!!!! HOW COULD YOU GERALD!? LOL. Okay, I was wondering if there was anyone who has or knows of a place that has Helga/Arnold fics and would like to host my stories and fanart. Please email me about that! Oh and what the hell does OOC mean in reviews? I am a little new on the Fan fic lingo.