Author's Note**
Well no reviews last chap but hey, maybe everyone had the Asian flu? I hope this isn't too hokey and overly predictable, I'm just a hopeless H/A and G/P fan!! Enjoy ch 8
Chapter 8 Read My Mind
The cab ride to Delancey's, the fine upscale eatery on the other side of Hillwood, was filled with nervous chatter and pounding heartbeats. Helga was smooshed in the cab between Phoebe and Arnold, the latter of which made her break into a cold sweat. Not as though she hadn't been in his embrace numerous times since the fourth grade (upon which she would momentarily swoon and snap out of it just as quickly) But now teenage hormones coursed through her veins, and it was suddenly too close for comfort in the small cab. "Man, his hair smells so good!" Helga thought dreamily. "Hold it together, Helga! Don't get all goofy now!" She chastised herself critically. She snuck a sideways glance at Phoebe, who was engrossed in conversation with Gerald. Helga smiled slightly, glad that Phoebe could be herself around him. Unlike her with Arnold. Sure she wasn't a huge bully anymore, heck; she was even a cheerleader now. But she was nowhere NEAR letting him in her head for real. Since fourth grade they weren't in so many classes together, and they had kind of grown apart, if that was at all possible in their strange relationship. Now all the sudden, 3 years later, here they sit, crammed in city cab #14 on a "just friends" date. It was all so surreal.
Arnold snuck a look at Helga. She sure was beautiful tonight, he thought somewhat dreamily. What am I saying? Arnold screamed mentally. How in the world was he being pulled so irrevocably towards her? He had always felt a strange connection with her since preschool, the overwhelming urge to shelter her and look out for her. When fifth grade rolled around, they weren't around each other nearly as much as the previous 6 years, and they seemed to just run in slightly different circles, always overlapping however. He couldn't deny that he noticed her unique brand of beauty even as far back as the fourth grade, but he was too enamored with the likes of classic beauties such as Ruth McDougall and Lila Sawyer to even consider his attraction to Helga back then.
Ruth lost her luster after the Valentine's incident, and Lila grew up to be more than a little snobbish since then. It was only now that he really focused on her as more than just the pain of PS 118. The semi low cut halter revealed a smallish swell of cleavage, which Arnold would not of even noticed had it not been for the expertly tailored fit. He blushed furiously upon noticing that he was checking out her chest. He looked up, hoping she hadn't noticed. Whew! Luckily for him she was focused on Phoebe. Well, friends date or not, he wanted to explore this renewed feeling he had for Helga, how he unexpectedly felt fireworks when he kissed her in her semiconscious state. That was truly unusual, especially since it wasn't their first kiss. There was the school play, the day on the beach while filming Babewatch, and of course, the unforgettable kiss atop the Fti building. It was that fateful night that Helga had confessed her undying love for him, and being too overwhelmed by her strong emotions (and being just nine years old at the time) he had dismissed the feelings he had felt in return, chalking it up to being a heat of the moment kind of thing and renewing Helga's distrust in his emotions.
" 1205 Pier 7, boardwalk district. Delancey's fine restaurant " The cabby grunted through the cigar clenched between his yellowing teeth. "That'll be 7.00 dollars straight up, big spenders." "Keep the change, my man" Gerald smiled as he handed the middle aged man a crisp ten. The man just grunted in reply as the group exited the taxi. Arnold got out first and held the door for Helga as Gerald did a mirror image on the opposite side of the cab and held the door for Phoebe. The doors snapped shut and they turned towards the beautiful restaurant before them. "Here goes nothing," Arnold and Helga thought simultaneously. Arnold held his arm out for Helga, not knowing weather or not to say anything. Wordlessly, Helga accepted it and the two young couples entered the eatery, the night stretched before them with endless possibilities.
*That's it for another excerpt. I wanted everyone to know their backgrounds since 4th grade and why it was taking Arnold 'til now to really notice Helga. Any ideas for next chapt? Let me know!
Quote of the day " Arnold, Where have you been? I've been looking all over the neighborhood for you all day, repetitively."-Coach Wittenberg
Well no reviews last chap but hey, maybe everyone had the Asian flu? I hope this isn't too hokey and overly predictable, I'm just a hopeless H/A and G/P fan!! Enjoy ch 8
Chapter 8 Read My Mind
The cab ride to Delancey's, the fine upscale eatery on the other side of Hillwood, was filled with nervous chatter and pounding heartbeats. Helga was smooshed in the cab between Phoebe and Arnold, the latter of which made her break into a cold sweat. Not as though she hadn't been in his embrace numerous times since the fourth grade (upon which she would momentarily swoon and snap out of it just as quickly) But now teenage hormones coursed through her veins, and it was suddenly too close for comfort in the small cab. "Man, his hair smells so good!" Helga thought dreamily. "Hold it together, Helga! Don't get all goofy now!" She chastised herself critically. She snuck a sideways glance at Phoebe, who was engrossed in conversation with Gerald. Helga smiled slightly, glad that Phoebe could be herself around him. Unlike her with Arnold. Sure she wasn't a huge bully anymore, heck; she was even a cheerleader now. But she was nowhere NEAR letting him in her head for real. Since fourth grade they weren't in so many classes together, and they had kind of grown apart, if that was at all possible in their strange relationship. Now all the sudden, 3 years later, here they sit, crammed in city cab #14 on a "just friends" date. It was all so surreal.
Arnold snuck a look at Helga. She sure was beautiful tonight, he thought somewhat dreamily. What am I saying? Arnold screamed mentally. How in the world was he being pulled so irrevocably towards her? He had always felt a strange connection with her since preschool, the overwhelming urge to shelter her and look out for her. When fifth grade rolled around, they weren't around each other nearly as much as the previous 6 years, and they seemed to just run in slightly different circles, always overlapping however. He couldn't deny that he noticed her unique brand of beauty even as far back as the fourth grade, but he was too enamored with the likes of classic beauties such as Ruth McDougall and Lila Sawyer to even consider his attraction to Helga back then.
Ruth lost her luster after the Valentine's incident, and Lila grew up to be more than a little snobbish since then. It was only now that he really focused on her as more than just the pain of PS 118. The semi low cut halter revealed a smallish swell of cleavage, which Arnold would not of even noticed had it not been for the expertly tailored fit. He blushed furiously upon noticing that he was checking out her chest. He looked up, hoping she hadn't noticed. Whew! Luckily for him she was focused on Phoebe. Well, friends date or not, he wanted to explore this renewed feeling he had for Helga, how he unexpectedly felt fireworks when he kissed her in her semiconscious state. That was truly unusual, especially since it wasn't their first kiss. There was the school play, the day on the beach while filming Babewatch, and of course, the unforgettable kiss atop the Fti building. It was that fateful night that Helga had confessed her undying love for him, and being too overwhelmed by her strong emotions (and being just nine years old at the time) he had dismissed the feelings he had felt in return, chalking it up to being a heat of the moment kind of thing and renewing Helga's distrust in his emotions.
" 1205 Pier 7, boardwalk district. Delancey's fine restaurant " The cabby grunted through the cigar clenched between his yellowing teeth. "That'll be 7.00 dollars straight up, big spenders." "Keep the change, my man" Gerald smiled as he handed the middle aged man a crisp ten. The man just grunted in reply as the group exited the taxi. Arnold got out first and held the door for Helga as Gerald did a mirror image on the opposite side of the cab and held the door for Phoebe. The doors snapped shut and they turned towards the beautiful restaurant before them. "Here goes nothing," Arnold and Helga thought simultaneously. Arnold held his arm out for Helga, not knowing weather or not to say anything. Wordlessly, Helga accepted it and the two young couples entered the eatery, the night stretched before them with endless possibilities.
*That's it for another excerpt. I wanted everyone to know their backgrounds since 4th grade and why it was taking Arnold 'til now to really notice Helga. Any ideas for next chapt? Let me know!
Quote of the day " Arnold, Where have you been? I've been looking all over the neighborhood for you all day, repetitively."-Coach Wittenberg