A/N * Sorry it has been soo long since I updated, I won't even rty to make
any lame excuses. Without further ado, chapter six!
I have no idea why I can't buy the rights to Hey Arnold! (so no, it's not mine)
Chapter six-The big night out
" Man, Pheebs, how did I let myself get roped into this?" Helga groaned as they pushed through the crowded parking lot of the junior high, rushing for the first available bus across town. "At least the boys agreed to pick us up at my house so we could change first, " Phoebe commented, smiling at Helga's mock annoyance. She knew it was probably just nerves, although it wouldn't be her first "as friends" date with Arnold. There was the Chez Peiree incident, but Helga had gone out of her way to make it look like he was Gerald's guest, not hers. And now the tables were turned, with Arnold himself asking her out, no matter under what conditions or pretenses. Maybe he was finally starting to see Helga in the same light she always held him in, Phoebe thought dreamily.
"Earth to Phoebe, our chariot awaits Miss Hyerdal," Helga exclaimed in exasperation at her friend's uncharecteristic daydreaming. "Hurrying" Phoebe laughed as they hopped the last bus headed in their direction. The quick ride out of the way, the laughing duo headed up to Phoebe's room, Helga clutching a mysterious bag from Bella's, a moderately upscale boutique in downtown Hillwood. "I'm gonna shower the stank off, Pheebs, be right out." Helga slammed the door to Phoebe's personal bathroom unintentionally. Phoebe jumped a little at the sudden noise and heard the cascading water through the thin walls. She sighed and pulled out her ensemble for the evening, a red spaghetti strapped camisole with matching pashmina, and a black silk hankerchief skirt printed with small red roses. It was very grown up for the almost fourteen year old asian girl, but it was classy, not smutty. She held the outfit agianst her as a dripping Helga emerged rather quickly from her bathroom. "Okay, hit the showers, Hyerdahl. I have work to do! " Helga mimicked her old sneer as she held the precious secret bag against her thick bathrobe. "Certainly, Helga, Help yourself," Phoebe smiled, motioning to her silk changing screen and delicate carved vanity. "Sure thing, just get moving. You know football head is always fashionably early!"
Three blocks away, the boys were going through almost identical antics. Although they arrived back at Arnold's before the girls did at Phoebe's (thanks in large part to Grandpa picking them up in the Packard) they weren't any closer to being ready than their dates. "Man Arnold, how many times you gonna change, I mean, this IS Helga Pataki we're talking about here." Arnold glared as he discarded the blue sweater on the bed and pulled a suit out of the closet. " Don't you want to look nice for Phoebe, Gerald? I mean, even though it's a just friends date? " Arnold asking intentionally, knowing that Gerald would neither admit his feelings for her or push the issue further with him. " Well I do have an image to protect, you know. I am known as a natty datty dresser." Arnold rolled his eyes at this comment as Gerald straightened the black button cover on his Nehroo jacket and winked. He did look exceptionally nice with the stark white shirt, black jacket and shined shoes. The high collared shirt with the button cover gave him a mature and elegant look with out trying too hard. Now if only Arnold could find the right thing to wear. "Arnold, just wear that grey suit your Grandma got you last month for the Football banquet. It's classy, slick, and no one's ever seen you wear it before. Not that you need to look slick for HELGA, but hey, it'll keep me from looking bad." Gerald and Arnold both laughed at this comment. "Sounds good, Gerald, Thanks. " Arnold pulled the silk grey suit out of his closet, and paired it with an emerald green and silver swirly patterned tie. He undid his towel from his quick shower, slapped on his under clothes and slid into the expertly cut Italian suit. Brushing his somewhat shorter than grade school hair (still pretty unruly though) he smiled and purred into his mirror, "You set a beautiful table my fair Senio`rita . PURRRRRRRRR! " Whatever you say, man. I already called our cab, lets go!"
Helga stepped back from her reflection in the long free standing mirror and gasped. She couldn't believe what a difference taylored clothes made. In a moment of weakness, she had confessed her excitement at going on a date with Arnold to a visting Olga, who was only more than happy (make that ecstatic!) to help her little baby sister with clothing options. She had drug an only somewhat reluctant Helga to Bella's. It was there that they found an original Oleg Caprini two piece dinner dress with precision cuts in Helga' tiny size. Most clothes that Miriam bought were nothing special, and usually purchased too large for the tall but thin young woman that Helga had developed in to. This out fit, with its fitted halter of baby blue and silk pencil skirt with flaired hem in baby blue and buttercup yellow, hugged every chisled curve of her young body. She could easily pass for sixteen rather than fourteen, her neck accented with a diamond solitaire provided by Olga. She slipped her feet into the strappy blue sandals, with flat heels by her choice. Olga bemoaned that the ensemble simply cried out for strappy stilletos, but hey, Helga WAS just 14, even if she didn't look it just now. And she did'nt want to tower over Arnold either. In the end, the elegant Spumoni flat heeled sandals won out. Her long blonde hair was wound in a half french twist, the ends left loose and cascading. She wore only brown mascara and plum eyeliner, and her lips shimmered with her signature rose lipgloss. Heck, she felt down right festive and even swept a little bronzer onto her cheekbones for a sunkissed effect. She couldn't believe it, with out the unibrow and loose, illfitting clothes, she looked .pretty. Breathtaking was more like it, but Helga chose not to compliment herself to that extreme. Her stomach churned. What was Arnold going to think?
* that's it for this chapter, I wanted to add more and end this one with them all leaving for the date, but I got a little long winded! R/R please and chapter 7 will be up tomorrow nite!!1
I have no idea why I can't buy the rights to Hey Arnold! (so no, it's not mine)
Chapter six-The big night out
" Man, Pheebs, how did I let myself get roped into this?" Helga groaned as they pushed through the crowded parking lot of the junior high, rushing for the first available bus across town. "At least the boys agreed to pick us up at my house so we could change first, " Phoebe commented, smiling at Helga's mock annoyance. She knew it was probably just nerves, although it wouldn't be her first "as friends" date with Arnold. There was the Chez Peiree incident, but Helga had gone out of her way to make it look like he was Gerald's guest, not hers. And now the tables were turned, with Arnold himself asking her out, no matter under what conditions or pretenses. Maybe he was finally starting to see Helga in the same light she always held him in, Phoebe thought dreamily.
"Earth to Phoebe, our chariot awaits Miss Hyerdal," Helga exclaimed in exasperation at her friend's uncharecteristic daydreaming. "Hurrying" Phoebe laughed as they hopped the last bus headed in their direction. The quick ride out of the way, the laughing duo headed up to Phoebe's room, Helga clutching a mysterious bag from Bella's, a moderately upscale boutique in downtown Hillwood. "I'm gonna shower the stank off, Pheebs, be right out." Helga slammed the door to Phoebe's personal bathroom unintentionally. Phoebe jumped a little at the sudden noise and heard the cascading water through the thin walls. She sighed and pulled out her ensemble for the evening, a red spaghetti strapped camisole with matching pashmina, and a black silk hankerchief skirt printed with small red roses. It was very grown up for the almost fourteen year old asian girl, but it was classy, not smutty. She held the outfit agianst her as a dripping Helga emerged rather quickly from her bathroom. "Okay, hit the showers, Hyerdahl. I have work to do! " Helga mimicked her old sneer as she held the precious secret bag against her thick bathrobe. "Certainly, Helga, Help yourself," Phoebe smiled, motioning to her silk changing screen and delicate carved vanity. "Sure thing, just get moving. You know football head is always fashionably early!"
Three blocks away, the boys were going through almost identical antics. Although they arrived back at Arnold's before the girls did at Phoebe's (thanks in large part to Grandpa picking them up in the Packard) they weren't any closer to being ready than their dates. "Man Arnold, how many times you gonna change, I mean, this IS Helga Pataki we're talking about here." Arnold glared as he discarded the blue sweater on the bed and pulled a suit out of the closet. " Don't you want to look nice for Phoebe, Gerald? I mean, even though it's a just friends date? " Arnold asking intentionally, knowing that Gerald would neither admit his feelings for her or push the issue further with him. " Well I do have an image to protect, you know. I am known as a natty datty dresser." Arnold rolled his eyes at this comment as Gerald straightened the black button cover on his Nehroo jacket and winked. He did look exceptionally nice with the stark white shirt, black jacket and shined shoes. The high collared shirt with the button cover gave him a mature and elegant look with out trying too hard. Now if only Arnold could find the right thing to wear. "Arnold, just wear that grey suit your Grandma got you last month for the Football banquet. It's classy, slick, and no one's ever seen you wear it before. Not that you need to look slick for HELGA, but hey, it'll keep me from looking bad." Gerald and Arnold both laughed at this comment. "Sounds good, Gerald, Thanks. " Arnold pulled the silk grey suit out of his closet, and paired it with an emerald green and silver swirly patterned tie. He undid his towel from his quick shower, slapped on his under clothes and slid into the expertly cut Italian suit. Brushing his somewhat shorter than grade school hair (still pretty unruly though) he smiled and purred into his mirror, "You set a beautiful table my fair Senio`rita . PURRRRRRRRR! " Whatever you say, man. I already called our cab, lets go!"
Helga stepped back from her reflection in the long free standing mirror and gasped. She couldn't believe what a difference taylored clothes made. In a moment of weakness, she had confessed her excitement at going on a date with Arnold to a visting Olga, who was only more than happy (make that ecstatic!) to help her little baby sister with clothing options. She had drug an only somewhat reluctant Helga to Bella's. It was there that they found an original Oleg Caprini two piece dinner dress with precision cuts in Helga' tiny size. Most clothes that Miriam bought were nothing special, and usually purchased too large for the tall but thin young woman that Helga had developed in to. This out fit, with its fitted halter of baby blue and silk pencil skirt with flaired hem in baby blue and buttercup yellow, hugged every chisled curve of her young body. She could easily pass for sixteen rather than fourteen, her neck accented with a diamond solitaire provided by Olga. She slipped her feet into the strappy blue sandals, with flat heels by her choice. Olga bemoaned that the ensemble simply cried out for strappy stilletos, but hey, Helga WAS just 14, even if she didn't look it just now. And she did'nt want to tower over Arnold either. In the end, the elegant Spumoni flat heeled sandals won out. Her long blonde hair was wound in a half french twist, the ends left loose and cascading. She wore only brown mascara and plum eyeliner, and her lips shimmered with her signature rose lipgloss. Heck, she felt down right festive and even swept a little bronzer onto her cheekbones for a sunkissed effect. She couldn't believe it, with out the unibrow and loose, illfitting clothes, she looked .pretty. Breathtaking was more like it, but Helga chose not to compliment herself to that extreme. Her stomach churned. What was Arnold going to think?
* that's it for this chapter, I wanted to add more and end this one with them all leaving for the date, but I got a little long winded! R/R please and chapter 7 will be up tomorrow nite!!1