~Arnold's Misfortunate /Or/ Arnold's Lucky Day~

By: Yama_Neko

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold

Rating: PG-13 (It has one curse word, and a bit of a spicy scene.)

Part: 2 of ?

Distribution: to anyone who wants it. Just e-mail me first to let me know.

Author's note: There will be a flashback to explain what Arnold meant in the last chapter. Most of this chapter will be in Helga's P. O. V. From the last one, it may sound like I hate Sid, Herald, and Curly but I don't. They're so funny! Also the drama is a big part of the story.

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*We shouldn't be doing this,* thought Helga. *I don't love him as much as I used to! But, the way he's kissing me..... CRIMENY!! What should I do? I have to stop this! Arnold never wanted me, he never touched me like this before. I was just Helga, his kind of friend and tormentor. I don't want to end up being a conquest like Ruth and Lila were! So why is he doing this now?*

~Flashback~

It was on a Monday, during the last week of summer vacation before college started for Arnold and his friends. He, Gerald, Phoebe, and Helga, just got back from a 2 year study trip in Europe. They were all 21 years of age, had tons of money from the relatively high paying jobs they had in Europe, and were sprawled about his room looking for cheap, but tasteful 2 bedroom apartments or townhouses.

"Again I will ask, why don't we just stay here at Sunset Arms? We won't have to pay so much and I like your grandparents Arnold," Helga said.

"Helga, do you want to be bothered by Kakoshka all the time, especially since he ALWAYS asks you for money," Gerald asked her.

"On second thought, keep looking."

It soon fell quiet and the only sound in the room was of pages turning and keys typing on the computer, until...

"Woo hoo! I found the perfect place and you wouldn't believe where it is," Phoebe shouted. (Ok, so she doesn't usually shout. She does now. Hee hee.)

"Where Phebs?"

"It's down town almost next to our college. It's a 3 story townhouse building, that has all the utilities we need included, its relatively free of petty crime, has a great view, and costs about $400-$600 a month for our rent. (Ok. So that probably would never happen either, but hey, it's a cartoon.) So do you think we should rent it or what?"

"Oh yeah," they all shouted.

So, a week later, at, let's say about 7:00 pm, Gerald, Helga, Arnold, and Phoebe were feeling pretty fresh because they had themselves a great new place to live, and they survived their first day of college. "What should we do now," Arnold asked as he finished cleaning the kitchen of the leftover food from dinner.

"I don't know," said Phoebe. "What do you want to do Arnold," Gerald asked.

"I don't know either. Hey, Helga," Arnold called her since she was in her bedroom. "what do you want to do?"

"What if-" she started to say, walking out from her room. ::Ding Dong:: The doorbell rang. ::Ding Dong::

"Hold on, I'll answer it," she said.

Meanwhile, Arnold, Phoebe, and Gerald were still trying to find something to do. Helga answer the door, and guess who was on the other side.

"Hi baby sister," Olga said in her (annoying and) sickeningly high-pitched voice. "How are you?"

"Oh. Its' you Olga-" Helga slowly began.

"Hey Olga," her Dad said.

"I'm standing right next to you Dad. That's Helga," Olga said.

"Oh. Sorry O- Helga," He answered quickly. (And yet he doesn't sound like he is.)

"And Dad. Hi," Helga said, trying to sound and look happy when she was anything but. "I'm fine and you both?"

"I just heard from Mom and dad that you got a house, so Dad and I came over to visit. Can we come in?"

"Hey! We could have a party," Gerald suggested, and then got a lot of pillows flung at him.

"You know Gerald, you might just get one," Phoebe said in a mysterious tone.

"What do you mean Phoebe," Arnold asked her.

"Look."

At that exact moment, Helga was leading her father and Olga in to the living room.

"Hey you guys, my Dad and Olga came over to visit us."

"No Olga-" he father started.

"I'm over here Dad." Olga answered her father. (Again)

"Yeah, O- Helga, we came over here to visit you and-" the Big Bob didn't get to finish the rest of his sentence when he spotted...

"What's Argie doing here?! Your going to be living with that orphan?," Big Bob yelled with askance.

As soon as Helga realized what Bob said, she turned to look at Arnold. He looked as if he was going to cry. *Dad knows that Arnold's sensitive about his family. I can't believe he said that!* Helga thought.

"Excuse me Mr. Patacki, his name is Arnold," Phoebe quietly said.

"Yeah Argie I said that already. Why is the orphan here Helga?"

Phoebe, Gerald and Arnold turned to look at Helga and were surprised at her reaction to her fathers words. Especially Arnold. She appeared calm, and her body was relaxed, slightly shaking, but her eyes flashed with pure rage and glittered dangerously. If her father and sister really knew Helga, they would have noticed. Phoebe, Arnold, and Gerald noticed, and they took a step back from her.

Helga darkly said, "His name is Arnold and he is not an orphan. It's not Argie and what ever other idiotic name that comes up in that pea-sized head of yours. What right do you think you have to come to my house uninvited, might I add."

"Look Olga," her father started," don't give me any back talk. You're my daughter and I don't want-"

"I don't give a damn what you want! My name is Helga! H-E-L-G-A! Not OLGA! How many times have I told you that?!? This is my house and I don't appreciate you acting like you're the boss of it. Arnold can live here if he wants. We all work hard to pay the rent here, unless you would like to do it for us, like you do for Olga." There was just shocked silence." No. I didn't think so. Now I would appreciate it if you left," she quietly finished.

"Ok. Bye, bye little sister," Olga said unfazed and just as happily as when she first walked in, dragging her father with her. "We'll visit you again."

"Please don't," Helga mumbled under her breath as she shut the door after them. "Thank you God their gone."

"Hegla, thank you for standing up for me. You didn't have to," Arnold said slowly and sincerely. He had gained a new respect for her. He hugged her and when he pulled back, his skin brushed against hers and he felt a prickle, as if he was shocked by electricity. Just because Helga calmed a bit after her family left, doesn't mean she wouldn't yell at him, or deny everything she just did.

"You're welcome Arnold. It doesn't matter though. Big Bob will just do it again," she answered in a tired voice.

"Hey," Gerald exclaimed, "like I said before, we should have a party. We could invite the gang."

"Hey, how about we don't," Helga said sarcastically.

"Don't be so mean Helga," Arnold said.

"Look. I'm sorry. I'm just tired okay. You guys can have a party if you want, but I'm going to sleep. We have to get up really early tomorrow if we don't want to stand in all of those lines to get our books," Helga said. She slowly left and walked into her and Phoebe's room.

"I think that argument she had with her dad really bothered her," Gerald said.

"Yeah. I think your right," Arnold said looking at the door to her room with concern in his eyes.

~End Flashback~

"Arnold, we ca-... ," Helga began to say, only to stop when she felt Arnold's tongue graze and his teeth nip at the curve of her neck. His hands kneaded the small of her back, and she lost the ability to speak or form coherent thoughts.