Authors Note*
Thanks so much to those who reviewed! People don't realize how much it does
mean to us as amateur writers to hear what we are doing right (and wrong) I
tried to respond via email to all my reviewers, but alas, daemon mailer
said no dice and didn't deliver my messages of thanks and appreciation. To
one particular reviewer, who said that I made Helga ooc (dense) I am sooo
sorry! I was trying to show her vulnerability, and that she had esteem
issues, not denseness. Sorry I didn't clarify, I will try harder! Thanks
again to all of you, you're the reason I write at all!
Nope-Still haven't taken over the rights to Hey Arnold!
Ch 7 Suprises Abound~!
Phoebe pushed the heavy bathroom door open and was astonished at what she was seeing-Helga, dressed to the nines in an expertly cut, obviously expensive baby blue and soft yellow two piece cocktail dress. Her shiny golden hair was in a half-French twist, the ends left loose and flowing in soft waves. The top was a fitted halter in the soft blue, while the skirt was pencil style with flared hem, printed in the identical soft blue with buttercup yellow abstract art. She positively glowed. "Oh my, Helga, you look stunning!" Phoebe breathed in admiration. "You think so? I wouldn't say glowing, Pheebs, probably need some powder on my schnoz, that's all. But, uh..Thanks, thanks a lot." Helga smiled quickly. "Now shake a leg, little lady. Arnoldo and Shorter than average Hair boy should be here any minute!" "Shaking!" Phoebe piped up as she grabbed her black and red ensemble and headed behind the silk changing screen.
"Cab's here, Shortman," Grandpa Phil called up the stairs to his only grandson. "Coming, Grandpa!" he yelled back, sounding slightly nervous. Phil laughed to himself softly. He had foreseen this day way back in the fourth grade, when Helga had become Arnold's constant tormentor from years before and had continued to shower attention on him, even if the majority of it was negative. He knew of another torturous fourth grade girl that was anything but that now. "Watermelon again, Pookie? " he moaned as his eccentric bride entered the parlor with a tray of juicy watermelon, arranged to look like a little village. "And what if it is?" she asked in a menacing voice. Phil just rolled his eyes.
"Okay, we're ready to roll." Arnold straightened the emerald green and silver tie that accented his large green eyes so well. I must say man, you could be second runner up in the baddest dressed cat in school category, just under me of course." Gerald smiled and winked one eye. "Lets go before your Grandma tries to ambush the cab driver again." The two boys did their special handshake and left the boarding house. "519 34th street, please" Arnold told the cabby and the two were on their way.
"You look great Pheebs, Geraldo won't know what hit him," Helga smirked as she stepped back from the vanity, placing one stray ebony hair back into place. "It looks wonderful, Helga. Thank you." Phoebe smiled as she admired Helga's handiwork in the mirror. She had arranged Phoebe's long black hair in a low bun at the nape of her slender neck, with long pieces of hair left loose in the front, part held back in a small red barrette. Her tiny figure looked elegant and delicate in the handkerchief hem black and red rosebud print skirt and fitted red spaghetti strap camisole. She draped the red pashmina around her small shoulders and sighed. Helga fastened a black pearl necklace around Phoebe's throat. "A spritz of Damn Sexy and we're all set," laughed Helga. The girls spritzed each other and giggled just as the doorbell rang. Helga froze mid giggle, her eyes absolutely expressionless. "Oh man, Phoebe, I -I can't go through with this! What if I'm over dressed? What if he thinks that I think that it's a more than friends date? Wha- "Then I will be overdressed and presumptuous right along with you, Helga. It'll be fine, no matter what." Phoebe smiled encouragingly and squeezed Helga's trembling hands. "Let's do this then, before I haul ass over the fire escape, Oleg Caprini and all,"
The girls could hear Miriam at the door, chatting with their dates. " So where will you be going?" Miriam Pataki asked in a slow and deliberate voice. "To Delancey's Ma'am, across town near the pier," Arnold answered politely. Gerald glanced at his best friend, who looked visibly shaken. Mm Mmm MMM! He thought to himself, that boy gots some serious issues, stressing about dinner with Helga. True she was not quite the bully of P.S.118 anymore, and she was definitely hotter in a natural way, not overprocessed like Rhonda or Lila. But man, she was STILL Helga! And if this is just as friends, why is he so obsessed with how he looks?
"Crimeny, Miriam, quit giving the football head so many hard questions," Helga quipped as she descended the stairs. Arnold's head shot up at the sound of her voice. He froze, his jaw dropping involuntarily in utter amazement. Helga seemed to float down the stairs; her crystal blue eyes shining in harmony with elegant blue silk dinner dress she wore. "What are you, an audience or an oil painting?" Helga laughed as she examined Arnold's astonished expression. Gerald was none the less appreciative of the charming and lovely Phoebe, and was the first to answer. "Phoebe, girl that's not a dress, it's a felony!" Phoebe blushed only slightly as she accepted the compliment. "Why thank you, Gerald. You look rather dapper as well." He took Phoebe's arm as Helga stepped onto the landing. "Earth to Footballhead, you in there?" Helga waved a hand in front of Arnold's face. She couldn't believe how handsome he was in the exquisite gray suit and silk tie. Wow, he sure went through a lot of trouble to take a friend out, thought Helga. Maybe there IS more to this.Hold it, Helga Ol' girl, get ahold of yourself, he probably just wants to impress the waiters, that's it...or is it?
Arnold finally spoke. "Helga, you look absolutely.breathtaking!" He blushed at his choice of words, hoping he wasn't overplaying his hand. "You clean up pretty good yourself, hairboy. What's say we blow this Popsicle stand before Big Bob gets home and tries to get you all to change your cellphone plans," Helga laughed, not sure how to take Arnold's generous compliment. It was better if she didn't really acknowledge it, but her face colored instantly the second the words left his lips. Breathtaking? Olga knows her designer, that's for sure. "Be back by 10:30, Dear" Miriam called as the four headed out the front door, both couples arm in arm. "No matter what happens tonight" Helga thought as Arnold held the cab door, " This alone is worth all the effort, and even if it is just friends, it can't get much better than this." "Arnold squeezed in next to Helga, his hand accidentally brushing her knee. A chill ran through the both of them. "Uh, Sorry bout that, " he muttered slightly. Helga just smiled sheepishly. "Delancey's please, and don't spare the petrol" Gerald instructed the driver, and the large yellow cab pulled off into the twilight. The UNDATE was just beginning.
**Hope you all like, I am going to try to get a chap a night up to finish this story. Any suggestions are welcome! Thanks, R/R!!!
Fav quote~~ "Happy Ground Hogs day! I saw my shadow and you know what that means!" "We know...12 more days of Christmas.." ---Grandma to Arnold and Grandpa on APRIL FOOLS DAY !!
Nope-Still haven't taken over the rights to Hey Arnold!
Ch 7 Suprises Abound~!
Phoebe pushed the heavy bathroom door open and was astonished at what she was seeing-Helga, dressed to the nines in an expertly cut, obviously expensive baby blue and soft yellow two piece cocktail dress. Her shiny golden hair was in a half-French twist, the ends left loose and flowing in soft waves. The top was a fitted halter in the soft blue, while the skirt was pencil style with flared hem, printed in the identical soft blue with buttercup yellow abstract art. She positively glowed. "Oh my, Helga, you look stunning!" Phoebe breathed in admiration. "You think so? I wouldn't say glowing, Pheebs, probably need some powder on my schnoz, that's all. But, uh..Thanks, thanks a lot." Helga smiled quickly. "Now shake a leg, little lady. Arnoldo and Shorter than average Hair boy should be here any minute!" "Shaking!" Phoebe piped up as she grabbed her black and red ensemble and headed behind the silk changing screen.
"Cab's here, Shortman," Grandpa Phil called up the stairs to his only grandson. "Coming, Grandpa!" he yelled back, sounding slightly nervous. Phil laughed to himself softly. He had foreseen this day way back in the fourth grade, when Helga had become Arnold's constant tormentor from years before and had continued to shower attention on him, even if the majority of it was negative. He knew of another torturous fourth grade girl that was anything but that now. "Watermelon again, Pookie? " he moaned as his eccentric bride entered the parlor with a tray of juicy watermelon, arranged to look like a little village. "And what if it is?" she asked in a menacing voice. Phil just rolled his eyes.
"Okay, we're ready to roll." Arnold straightened the emerald green and silver tie that accented his large green eyes so well. I must say man, you could be second runner up in the baddest dressed cat in school category, just under me of course." Gerald smiled and winked one eye. "Lets go before your Grandma tries to ambush the cab driver again." The two boys did their special handshake and left the boarding house. "519 34th street, please" Arnold told the cabby and the two were on their way.
"You look great Pheebs, Geraldo won't know what hit him," Helga smirked as she stepped back from the vanity, placing one stray ebony hair back into place. "It looks wonderful, Helga. Thank you." Phoebe smiled as she admired Helga's handiwork in the mirror. She had arranged Phoebe's long black hair in a low bun at the nape of her slender neck, with long pieces of hair left loose in the front, part held back in a small red barrette. Her tiny figure looked elegant and delicate in the handkerchief hem black and red rosebud print skirt and fitted red spaghetti strap camisole. She draped the red pashmina around her small shoulders and sighed. Helga fastened a black pearl necklace around Phoebe's throat. "A spritz of Damn Sexy and we're all set," laughed Helga. The girls spritzed each other and giggled just as the doorbell rang. Helga froze mid giggle, her eyes absolutely expressionless. "Oh man, Phoebe, I -I can't go through with this! What if I'm over dressed? What if he thinks that I think that it's a more than friends date? Wha- "Then I will be overdressed and presumptuous right along with you, Helga. It'll be fine, no matter what." Phoebe smiled encouragingly and squeezed Helga's trembling hands. "Let's do this then, before I haul ass over the fire escape, Oleg Caprini and all,"
The girls could hear Miriam at the door, chatting with their dates. " So where will you be going?" Miriam Pataki asked in a slow and deliberate voice. "To Delancey's Ma'am, across town near the pier," Arnold answered politely. Gerald glanced at his best friend, who looked visibly shaken. Mm Mmm MMM! He thought to himself, that boy gots some serious issues, stressing about dinner with Helga. True she was not quite the bully of P.S.118 anymore, and she was definitely hotter in a natural way, not overprocessed like Rhonda or Lila. But man, she was STILL Helga! And if this is just as friends, why is he so obsessed with how he looks?
"Crimeny, Miriam, quit giving the football head so many hard questions," Helga quipped as she descended the stairs. Arnold's head shot up at the sound of her voice. He froze, his jaw dropping involuntarily in utter amazement. Helga seemed to float down the stairs; her crystal blue eyes shining in harmony with elegant blue silk dinner dress she wore. "What are you, an audience or an oil painting?" Helga laughed as she examined Arnold's astonished expression. Gerald was none the less appreciative of the charming and lovely Phoebe, and was the first to answer. "Phoebe, girl that's not a dress, it's a felony!" Phoebe blushed only slightly as she accepted the compliment. "Why thank you, Gerald. You look rather dapper as well." He took Phoebe's arm as Helga stepped onto the landing. "Earth to Footballhead, you in there?" Helga waved a hand in front of Arnold's face. She couldn't believe how handsome he was in the exquisite gray suit and silk tie. Wow, he sure went through a lot of trouble to take a friend out, thought Helga. Maybe there IS more to this.Hold it, Helga Ol' girl, get ahold of yourself, he probably just wants to impress the waiters, that's it...or is it?
Arnold finally spoke. "Helga, you look absolutely.breathtaking!" He blushed at his choice of words, hoping he wasn't overplaying his hand. "You clean up pretty good yourself, hairboy. What's say we blow this Popsicle stand before Big Bob gets home and tries to get you all to change your cellphone plans," Helga laughed, not sure how to take Arnold's generous compliment. It was better if she didn't really acknowledge it, but her face colored instantly the second the words left his lips. Breathtaking? Olga knows her designer, that's for sure. "Be back by 10:30, Dear" Miriam called as the four headed out the front door, both couples arm in arm. "No matter what happens tonight" Helga thought as Arnold held the cab door, " This alone is worth all the effort, and even if it is just friends, it can't get much better than this." "Arnold squeezed in next to Helga, his hand accidentally brushing her knee. A chill ran through the both of them. "Uh, Sorry bout that, " he muttered slightly. Helga just smiled sheepishly. "Delancey's please, and don't spare the petrol" Gerald instructed the driver, and the large yellow cab pulled off into the twilight. The UNDATE was just beginning.
**Hope you all like, I am going to try to get a chap a night up to finish this story. Any suggestions are welcome! Thanks, R/R!!!
Fav quote~~ "Happy Ground Hogs day! I saw my shadow and you know what that means!" "We know...12 more days of Christmas.." ---Grandma to Arnold and Grandpa on APRIL FOOLS DAY !!