Helga's Homecoming Chapter 6
A Day of New Love by Shadow D. X
Caution All characters are property of Mr. Bartlett and possibly Nickelodeon but that's a little in the gray right now for me. I'm using them simply for entertainment, not profit. Don't sue me - I'm just a misguided fan with a keyboard. If you're offended by a few.special character traits, be patient and you'll see.
All that day, after Helga admitted her love to Arnold and Arnold declaring his love for her, the two went all over the city in Arnold's 65' black Mustang. The two went shopping at a the mall first, deciding the best way to celebrate their new relationship is to buy clothes based on each other's opinions. Helga changed to pink t-shirt with a low cut denim jacket and acid wash jeans. She smirked and modeled it to Arnold who was sitting in one of the waiting chairs. "So what do you think, Arnoldo? Doesn't it just scream feminine bad girl?" asked Helga.
Arnold laughed and stood on his feet. "Actually I think you'd look better with a pink bow to hold your ponytail. I really miss that look on you," Arnold said, passing his hand through Helga's long blonde hair.
Helga blushed and smiled at Arnold. "If you think I look good with a pink bow, I'll make it happen. But now, how about modeling you're clothes for me football head?"
Arnold laughed and went into the dressing room with a small pile of clothes. He wasn't mad when Helga called him Arnoldo or football head anymore; he knew this was Helga's playful way of turning her old insults into pet names. Slipping out of his old clothes, he changed into a pair of white slacks and with a blue tennis shirt. When he came out, he looked in a mirror and frowned. "I look gay in these clothes."
"You look fine, I like it," Helga said with a smirk. Arnold tried to smile but he looked back in the mirror and retreated back into the changing room. After discarding those clothes, he looked through the pile and pulled out some black jeans, a red shirt, and a black leather jacket. He was ready for Helga's critique but there was one thing missing. Kicking off his shoes, Arnold slipped on a pair of steel toe black boots. Now that what was missing. Arnold took one step outside the dressing room and smiled like he knew this was the perfect outfit. Helga just looked at him like he was being too full of himself. "You look like a rocker yuppie. What are you going to do in those clothes, drive you're muscle car to a Starbucks? No wait, this is just so you match your car."
Arnold crossed his arms and looked in the mirror. "What are you talking about Helga? This is the best one yet." Helga didn't argue, she just walked to Arnold and kissed him on the nose. Arnold smiled. "So are you ready to pay for all this?" Helga shot a half glare and lightly bit the tip of his nose. "Hey! What was that for?"
Helga giggled and wrapped her arms around him. "Just because I'm a semi- celebrity for my writing doesn't mean I'm going to be your meal ticket." Arnold laughed lightly, and then Helga started laughing, soon they were laughing uncontrollably. After their fit of hysterical laughter, the two bought changed back to their street clothes and split the bill for their new stuff. "Hey, I'm starting to feeling hungry. How about we stuff these bags in your trunk and find somewhere decent for lunch?
Arnold shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not. But what's wrong with just grabbing a pizza here in the food court?"
"Because I feel like a double-decker bacon and cheeseburger, not a pizza."
Arnold gleamed with a smart-aleck smirk. "Helga, aren't you worried you'll add on a few pounds if you eat food like that?" Helga growled and stomped on his foot. "Ouch! Jeez, I can't tell you anything can I?"
Helga laughed and kissed Arnold on the cheek. "Sorry Arnoldo, but I still have a problem having people criticize me, especially about my diet. But if you really want a pizza, I guess I can swallow my pride and swallow a slice."
"Nah, I'm not in the mood for pizza anymore. But I do know this good burger place that serves real fire cooked burgers and some good chili fries." That said, the two left the mall with their new duds and drove down to Arnold's burger place. Helga, confident that her beauty wouldn't be affected by junk food, ordered the house special, a ¾ pound burger with a layer of onion rings, lettuce, pepper jack cheese, and mesquite barbeque sauce with a side of those chili fries Arnold told her about. Arnold just stood there in silence as Helga made her order while in the end; he just ordered some chicken nuggets and regular fries. Sitting in a corner table, Helga began devouring her monstrous concoction. "You know what, this is really good. I really should come back here."
Arnold swallowed his second nugget and cleared his throat. "Aren't you afraid of what that stuff with do to your heart? I mean that burger has probably killed more people than plan crashes."
Helga laughed with a mouth full of chili fries. Arnold looked a tad queasy from getting a free show of Helga's chewed lunch so she took that as a sign to swallow. "Sorry about that. But don't worry about me so much, I've been eating junk food since we we're in PS 118 and I still look as good as a I did in high school."
"I'm just saying, that sooner or later all that junk food will catch up with you and make you sorry you even looked at something that touched grease." Helga just smirked defiantly and shoved the rest of the burger in her mouth making yummy sounds. Arnold laughed and shook his head. "You're just stubborn, aren't you?" Helga stopped joking around with Arnold and finished her lunch. Arnold finally got around doing the same, abandoning all hope of teaching proper eating habits to Helga.
After lunch, Arnold dropped Helga off at her house. Helga turned to him as he parked and kissed him sweetly on the mouth, feeling him kiss back just as much. "Why not come in, football head?"
Arnold smiled awkwardly shook his head. "Tempting as it sounds to talk to Big Bob, but I really should go home and help my dad plan his taxes. But how about we meet tonight at Park's? 9 sounds ok with you?"
"Sure, sounds like fun. But this time try not make me spill my beer." The two laughed and Arnold drove off as Helga made her way up the stoop. Passing the front door, she could hear the ramble of Big Bob shouting out everything that comes into his mind without thinking. So far Helga had done a pretty good job from avoiding her family with the exception of little Heidi. Before she could rush upstairs, she could hear Heidi's name being screamed out in the living room.
"Heidi, your mother and I are very disappointed in you," said Michael in a serious tone. "We do our best to make sure you grow up with all the advantages and you get into a fight with boy. How could you resort to the lowest form of human behavior?"
Heidi just scowled and crossed her arms. "Hey, he wouldn't stop teasing me! Besides, all I did was grab his nose and stomped his foot."
"Oh Heidi, I blame myself for this," Olga said, sobbing into her hands. "I should have been more clear when I taught you about tolerance."
"That's it Heidi, we hate to do this but I'm afraid that you're going to have to be punished for this," said Michael.
Struck with the fact that Heidi was just following her advice, Helga gave out a low groan and stormed into the living room standing next to Heidi. "Hey, don't punish her for standing up for herself. Just because you two granola-munching yahoos can live your life by being nice and full of world peace doesn't mean normal people like Heidi can do the same. I told her to stand up for if anyone tried to give a hard time because, bucko, that's how the real world works."
Olga still looked disappointed while Michael actually looked angry. "Who told you that you could corrupt our daughter with you're negative attitude? You leave town for years, come back without any warning and the first thing you do is taint what took us years to teach our precious Heidi."
Olga wiped her eyes and shook her head. "No Michael, this isn't Helga's fault. We must respect everyone's unique perspective in life, no matter how much we disagree with it. And if Heidi wishes to listen to her aunt and not.her parents.ah!" Before Olga could finish talking, she broke into another sobbing fit.
Big Bob growled and jumped out of his chair. "For crying out loud Helga, look at what you did! Now your sister's crying her eyes out and I'll have to stay here until she stops."
As the family went to console Olga, both Helga and Heidi made their way upstairs. Heidi almost looked like she was going to cry so Helga put her hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "Look, I know this is my fault kid, I'm really sorry. But I still think standing up for yourself is the best way."
Heidi looked down at the floor and wiped her eyes. "I just feel bad cause I liked hitting Larry square in the face. Does that make me a bad person?"
Helga smiled. "Nah, it means you just have a wicked cross. Look, I know this little thing with your mom and dad might seem bad but sometimes you need to stand alone to feel good about yourself. Just trust your gut and you won't go wrong."
Heidi smiled and nodded lightly. "I understand aunt Helga. Thank you."
Helga messed up her niece's hair and they both laughed. "Just have fun kid and try to stay out of trouble. And if you can't do that, try not to get caught." Heidi nodded and walked back to her room, later on Helga could hear her playing her guitar. As the hours pass, the clock struck 8 when there was a knock on the door. It was too early to be Arnold, who could it be? Someone downstairs has already opened the door and the visitor began rushing upstairs. Helga peeked out her door and it was Phoebe wearing a simple blue sweater and drawstring pants. "Phebes! What brings you here?"
Phoebe smiled and walked into the room. "Well I had to come see you after I talked to Sheena this morning. Oh Helga, I'm so proud of you. Not only did you tell Arnold who you really are but also you finally admitted your emotions to him. How do you feel?"
"Feel? I feel like I'm on top of the world! Not only is he cute and sweet, but he says that I make him feel like no other girl has ever made him feel. Phoebe, he says I'm the one!"
"Wow, that is something. When we broke up he told me that I was special to him but that it could never work out as a serious relationship."
"Sounds like he's either really honest or a real jerk. Well, here's hoping the latter isn't the case for me. You sure you're not a tad jealous of me?"
"No, not at all. Sure it was fun for a while but I knew that we weren't going to work out. All I could do was think how cute you two would look together. So are you two going anywhere tonight?"
"We're going back to Park's in about an hour. But this time, I won't be using a fake name." At about half past 8, Helga started picking out clothes to wear and Phoebe sat there trying help by critiquing her clothes. Finally, she was wearing her new pink top, her black slacks, and high- heeled ankle boots. "I look good, no question in that. But I just need one last thing." Before Phoebe could ask what Helga was planning, she dove into the closet and pulled out a long pink ribbon. "Hey Phebes, help me tie this." Phoebe nodded and tied Helga's hair into a ponytail with the ribbon. Taking a quick look in the mirror, Helga smiled. "It's perfect."
Unbeknownst to the two giggling girlfriends, a poor man with a wheezing problem is being stalked down the alleys of downtown Seattle. Brainy knew something was wrong so he began running as fast as he could, almost tripping over his chicken legs several times. Before he could get in the clear, he was blindsided by a hard hit to the side of his head. He was then picked up by the collar and felt several sharp fingernails poke into his skin. When his vision cleared, he could see that it was Lila holding him by the neck. "Uh.hello."
"I don't want your small talk, dweeb. I know you stalk Helga so spill it, what does she have I can use against her?"
Brainy took a few wheezy breaths and thought for a moment. "Uh.I dunno."
That quickly prompted Lila to give a hard squeeze of her choke hold and kneed Brainy right to his gut. "Look, nobody really cares about you. If I killed you here, who would even bother reading your obituary? No one, that's who, now tell me everything you know about Pataki!" Knowing his blight, Brainy began to spill everything he knows in a nasal voice.
(Yes, isn't she evil? Personally I don't know why people don't except Lila as the psycho bitch that she really is.)
Arnold; Helga? What are you doing.did you take over the story?
Helga; Arnold! No, its ok, Shadow asked me to take over, really!
(The closet door popped open and Shadow D. X feel on out hogtied.)
Arnold; Helga! How long has he been in there?
Helga; Oh, it's only been one chapter. Besides, this might not be what really happens, but I know what the people want. So stay tuned, this love story is just getting started!
Arnold; Um.don't worry folks, our original author will return one day.but Helga's in control for now. So don't blame him.it's just Helga making Lila evil.
Caution All characters are property of Mr. Bartlett and possibly Nickelodeon but that's a little in the gray right now for me. I'm using them simply for entertainment, not profit. Don't sue me - I'm just a misguided fan with a keyboard. If you're offended by a few.special character traits, be patient and you'll see.
All that day, after Helga admitted her love to Arnold and Arnold declaring his love for her, the two went all over the city in Arnold's 65' black Mustang. The two went shopping at a the mall first, deciding the best way to celebrate their new relationship is to buy clothes based on each other's opinions. Helga changed to pink t-shirt with a low cut denim jacket and acid wash jeans. She smirked and modeled it to Arnold who was sitting in one of the waiting chairs. "So what do you think, Arnoldo? Doesn't it just scream feminine bad girl?" asked Helga.
Arnold laughed and stood on his feet. "Actually I think you'd look better with a pink bow to hold your ponytail. I really miss that look on you," Arnold said, passing his hand through Helga's long blonde hair.
Helga blushed and smiled at Arnold. "If you think I look good with a pink bow, I'll make it happen. But now, how about modeling you're clothes for me football head?"
Arnold laughed and went into the dressing room with a small pile of clothes. He wasn't mad when Helga called him Arnoldo or football head anymore; he knew this was Helga's playful way of turning her old insults into pet names. Slipping out of his old clothes, he changed into a pair of white slacks and with a blue tennis shirt. When he came out, he looked in a mirror and frowned. "I look gay in these clothes."
"You look fine, I like it," Helga said with a smirk. Arnold tried to smile but he looked back in the mirror and retreated back into the changing room. After discarding those clothes, he looked through the pile and pulled out some black jeans, a red shirt, and a black leather jacket. He was ready for Helga's critique but there was one thing missing. Kicking off his shoes, Arnold slipped on a pair of steel toe black boots. Now that what was missing. Arnold took one step outside the dressing room and smiled like he knew this was the perfect outfit. Helga just looked at him like he was being too full of himself. "You look like a rocker yuppie. What are you going to do in those clothes, drive you're muscle car to a Starbucks? No wait, this is just so you match your car."
Arnold crossed his arms and looked in the mirror. "What are you talking about Helga? This is the best one yet." Helga didn't argue, she just walked to Arnold and kissed him on the nose. Arnold smiled. "So are you ready to pay for all this?" Helga shot a half glare and lightly bit the tip of his nose. "Hey! What was that for?"
Helga giggled and wrapped her arms around him. "Just because I'm a semi- celebrity for my writing doesn't mean I'm going to be your meal ticket." Arnold laughed lightly, and then Helga started laughing, soon they were laughing uncontrollably. After their fit of hysterical laughter, the two bought changed back to their street clothes and split the bill for their new stuff. "Hey, I'm starting to feeling hungry. How about we stuff these bags in your trunk and find somewhere decent for lunch?
Arnold shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not. But what's wrong with just grabbing a pizza here in the food court?"
"Because I feel like a double-decker bacon and cheeseburger, not a pizza."
Arnold gleamed with a smart-aleck smirk. "Helga, aren't you worried you'll add on a few pounds if you eat food like that?" Helga growled and stomped on his foot. "Ouch! Jeez, I can't tell you anything can I?"
Helga laughed and kissed Arnold on the cheek. "Sorry Arnoldo, but I still have a problem having people criticize me, especially about my diet. But if you really want a pizza, I guess I can swallow my pride and swallow a slice."
"Nah, I'm not in the mood for pizza anymore. But I do know this good burger place that serves real fire cooked burgers and some good chili fries." That said, the two left the mall with their new duds and drove down to Arnold's burger place. Helga, confident that her beauty wouldn't be affected by junk food, ordered the house special, a ¾ pound burger with a layer of onion rings, lettuce, pepper jack cheese, and mesquite barbeque sauce with a side of those chili fries Arnold told her about. Arnold just stood there in silence as Helga made her order while in the end; he just ordered some chicken nuggets and regular fries. Sitting in a corner table, Helga began devouring her monstrous concoction. "You know what, this is really good. I really should come back here."
Arnold swallowed his second nugget and cleared his throat. "Aren't you afraid of what that stuff with do to your heart? I mean that burger has probably killed more people than plan crashes."
Helga laughed with a mouth full of chili fries. Arnold looked a tad queasy from getting a free show of Helga's chewed lunch so she took that as a sign to swallow. "Sorry about that. But don't worry about me so much, I've been eating junk food since we we're in PS 118 and I still look as good as a I did in high school."
"I'm just saying, that sooner or later all that junk food will catch up with you and make you sorry you even looked at something that touched grease." Helga just smirked defiantly and shoved the rest of the burger in her mouth making yummy sounds. Arnold laughed and shook his head. "You're just stubborn, aren't you?" Helga stopped joking around with Arnold and finished her lunch. Arnold finally got around doing the same, abandoning all hope of teaching proper eating habits to Helga.
After lunch, Arnold dropped Helga off at her house. Helga turned to him as he parked and kissed him sweetly on the mouth, feeling him kiss back just as much. "Why not come in, football head?"
Arnold smiled awkwardly shook his head. "Tempting as it sounds to talk to Big Bob, but I really should go home and help my dad plan his taxes. But how about we meet tonight at Park's? 9 sounds ok with you?"
"Sure, sounds like fun. But this time try not make me spill my beer." The two laughed and Arnold drove off as Helga made her way up the stoop. Passing the front door, she could hear the ramble of Big Bob shouting out everything that comes into his mind without thinking. So far Helga had done a pretty good job from avoiding her family with the exception of little Heidi. Before she could rush upstairs, she could hear Heidi's name being screamed out in the living room.
"Heidi, your mother and I are very disappointed in you," said Michael in a serious tone. "We do our best to make sure you grow up with all the advantages and you get into a fight with boy. How could you resort to the lowest form of human behavior?"
Heidi just scowled and crossed her arms. "Hey, he wouldn't stop teasing me! Besides, all I did was grab his nose and stomped his foot."
"Oh Heidi, I blame myself for this," Olga said, sobbing into her hands. "I should have been more clear when I taught you about tolerance."
"That's it Heidi, we hate to do this but I'm afraid that you're going to have to be punished for this," said Michael.
Struck with the fact that Heidi was just following her advice, Helga gave out a low groan and stormed into the living room standing next to Heidi. "Hey, don't punish her for standing up for herself. Just because you two granola-munching yahoos can live your life by being nice and full of world peace doesn't mean normal people like Heidi can do the same. I told her to stand up for if anyone tried to give a hard time because, bucko, that's how the real world works."
Olga still looked disappointed while Michael actually looked angry. "Who told you that you could corrupt our daughter with you're negative attitude? You leave town for years, come back without any warning and the first thing you do is taint what took us years to teach our precious Heidi."
Olga wiped her eyes and shook her head. "No Michael, this isn't Helga's fault. We must respect everyone's unique perspective in life, no matter how much we disagree with it. And if Heidi wishes to listen to her aunt and not.her parents.ah!" Before Olga could finish talking, she broke into another sobbing fit.
Big Bob growled and jumped out of his chair. "For crying out loud Helga, look at what you did! Now your sister's crying her eyes out and I'll have to stay here until she stops."
As the family went to console Olga, both Helga and Heidi made their way upstairs. Heidi almost looked like she was going to cry so Helga put her hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "Look, I know this is my fault kid, I'm really sorry. But I still think standing up for yourself is the best way."
Heidi looked down at the floor and wiped her eyes. "I just feel bad cause I liked hitting Larry square in the face. Does that make me a bad person?"
Helga smiled. "Nah, it means you just have a wicked cross. Look, I know this little thing with your mom and dad might seem bad but sometimes you need to stand alone to feel good about yourself. Just trust your gut and you won't go wrong."
Heidi smiled and nodded lightly. "I understand aunt Helga. Thank you."
Helga messed up her niece's hair and they both laughed. "Just have fun kid and try to stay out of trouble. And if you can't do that, try not to get caught." Heidi nodded and walked back to her room, later on Helga could hear her playing her guitar. As the hours pass, the clock struck 8 when there was a knock on the door. It was too early to be Arnold, who could it be? Someone downstairs has already opened the door and the visitor began rushing upstairs. Helga peeked out her door and it was Phoebe wearing a simple blue sweater and drawstring pants. "Phebes! What brings you here?"
Phoebe smiled and walked into the room. "Well I had to come see you after I talked to Sheena this morning. Oh Helga, I'm so proud of you. Not only did you tell Arnold who you really are but also you finally admitted your emotions to him. How do you feel?"
"Feel? I feel like I'm on top of the world! Not only is he cute and sweet, but he says that I make him feel like no other girl has ever made him feel. Phoebe, he says I'm the one!"
"Wow, that is something. When we broke up he told me that I was special to him but that it could never work out as a serious relationship."
"Sounds like he's either really honest or a real jerk. Well, here's hoping the latter isn't the case for me. You sure you're not a tad jealous of me?"
"No, not at all. Sure it was fun for a while but I knew that we weren't going to work out. All I could do was think how cute you two would look together. So are you two going anywhere tonight?"
"We're going back to Park's in about an hour. But this time, I won't be using a fake name." At about half past 8, Helga started picking out clothes to wear and Phoebe sat there trying help by critiquing her clothes. Finally, she was wearing her new pink top, her black slacks, and high- heeled ankle boots. "I look good, no question in that. But I just need one last thing." Before Phoebe could ask what Helga was planning, she dove into the closet and pulled out a long pink ribbon. "Hey Phebes, help me tie this." Phoebe nodded and tied Helga's hair into a ponytail with the ribbon. Taking a quick look in the mirror, Helga smiled. "It's perfect."
Unbeknownst to the two giggling girlfriends, a poor man with a wheezing problem is being stalked down the alleys of downtown Seattle. Brainy knew something was wrong so he began running as fast as he could, almost tripping over his chicken legs several times. Before he could get in the clear, he was blindsided by a hard hit to the side of his head. He was then picked up by the collar and felt several sharp fingernails poke into his skin. When his vision cleared, he could see that it was Lila holding him by the neck. "Uh.hello."
"I don't want your small talk, dweeb. I know you stalk Helga so spill it, what does she have I can use against her?"
Brainy took a few wheezy breaths and thought for a moment. "Uh.I dunno."
That quickly prompted Lila to give a hard squeeze of her choke hold and kneed Brainy right to his gut. "Look, nobody really cares about you. If I killed you here, who would even bother reading your obituary? No one, that's who, now tell me everything you know about Pataki!" Knowing his blight, Brainy began to spill everything he knows in a nasal voice.
(Yes, isn't she evil? Personally I don't know why people don't except Lila as the psycho bitch that she really is.)
Arnold; Helga? What are you doing.did you take over the story?
Helga; Arnold! No, its ok, Shadow asked me to take over, really!
(The closet door popped open and Shadow D. X feel on out hogtied.)
Arnold; Helga! How long has he been in there?
Helga; Oh, it's only been one chapter. Besides, this might not be what really happens, but I know what the people want. So stay tuned, this love story is just getting started!
Arnold; Um.don't worry folks, our original author will return one day.but Helga's in control for now. So don't blame him.it's just Helga making Lila evil.