A/N: Sorry this took so long…if you're wondering about my other story that I had up briefly, I'm sorry…I accidentally deleted it. I will have it back up eventually. Once again, it is night time. Enjoy your French lesson!

Summary: Helga wonders about hairy legs and french woman, and Arnold gets slapped. Witness them together in Paris…

Chapter Four: Hairy Legs

Dear Miriam and Big Bob,
   How are things going? Over here things are fine. Paris is beautiful. Hope you two are enjoying your time alone and without me.
 Sincerely,
 Helga

Dear Phoebe,
   What's up? How's summer going for you? Right now I'm in Paris with Arnold. Everything's great. He's been very fun…and…yeah. There is not much I can say. It's just times like these I wish that you were with me instead of Arnold. It's so hard not to fall for him, so hard. I miss you, Phoebe. I wish we could've talked more than we already do. Help me survive!!
 Paris is beautiful, by the way. I'll send you pictures.
 - Helga
PS. Arnold says Hi.

Dear Grandma and Grandpa,
  I miss you guys. Paris is great! I met Cecile and she's wonderful. Helga is doing fine too. It's amazing how we're actually getting along and staying in the same place. I don't think we would've been able to 9 years ago. Thanks for all the money too. It's been a great help.
 Grandpa – I hope you're doing okay.
 Grandma – I hope you're fine…
 I'll send pictures later.
 Love,
Arnold

Gerald,
 Sup? Paris is great. I met Cecile and she even asked about you. I said you were doing okay. Of course, we hardly write to each other. So, I thought I'd send you this letter from Paris. It's a beautiful place, man.
 - Arnold
PS Helga says Hi.

"Okay, so today we're going to…" Helga began.

"Stay here and watch Telefrancais!" Arnold laughed.

Helga shoved him. "No! We have to deliver these letters!"

"Do we have to?"

"Yes!" she groaned, stomping her feet.

"Ah, you're losing your temper! You must give to the money jar! Whatever's in your pocket, c'mon now Helga…" he took the jar from the table and waved it in her face. There were a few coins already in there because Arnold had gotten irritated about Helga hogging the remote the other night.

Helga sighed and reached in her jeans and took out five coins and dropped them in the glass jar. "Happy now?"

"Very."

Arnold yawned and stretched out his arms. "I don't feel like going out today."

"But it's such a bright and sunny day!" Helga complained, "you're such an idiot! Why don't you feel like going out?"

que music

"I think that I'll go for a walk outside now, the summer time's calling my name, can you hear it now, I just can't stay inside all day, I wanna get out and get me some of those rays. Everybody's smiling, sunshine day! Everybody seems so happy today…" Helga burst singing.

music stops

Helga fell back on the bed. "That was strange."

"You're telling me," Arnold said. There was an awkward pause. "So, does this mean we're going to stay in the room and watch TV?"

Helga threw a pillow at his face.

***

"I can't believe I'm out here and not watching Telefrancais." Arnold grumbled. He wore dark sunglasses, shorts, and a baggy t-shirt.

"Oh, stop your whining, Hair Boy." Helga pushed him.

They were at the post office buying stamps, which were unusually expensive.

Helga sat down at a big table and placed the stamps on each of the letters and wrote the addresses. Arnold walked around and looekd at the postcards on display. He took one out of the basket. It had a picture of the Notre Dame. As he put it back, the whole basket collapsed. Arnold tried catching it, but it slipped thorugh his fingers. Quickly, he ran next to Helga side as she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"You're so stupid," she mumbled.

"Shh. I don't know what you're talking about." He snapped.

Helga rolled her eyes again and got up with all the letters in her hands. She put them in the mailbox outside and they began walking.

"Where to?" he wondered.

"Let's go see le arc de triumph."

"Alright. And do a little faire les magisins?" (1)

"Definitely. Champs-Elysses."

"Sounds good to me. Allonz-y, Madamoiselle."

They decided to take a bus to the Arc of Triumph. Inside the bus, there were many smelly people and some tourists from the United States wearing hawaiian shirts and big sunglasses with five cameras around their necks.

They got off in front of the big arc which all the cars drove around in circles. And right next to the Arc of Triumph is the famous Champs-Elysses shopping street. Full of designer stores and fancy places. Think Rodeo Drive in France (kind of).

"Okay Arnold, move a little to your right. No, your other right. Your other right…a little more," mumbled Helga, looking through the screen of the digital camera. "Perfect." She took a picture of Arnold making a goofy face. "I know your grandparents will love it."

"Your turn, Princess."

"No, I really don't want to."

"C'mon, Helga," said Arnold, trying to take the camera from her. "The camera doesn't bite."

"Really…it's OK."

"What are you so afraid of? It's not like you're ugly or anything."

"I just don't like taking pictures…"

"You have to. It's good for you. And I'm going to want one when we get back."

"What?" she asked blankly.

"Just give me the fucking camera!"

Helga groaned and gave him the camera. She stepped back a couple of steps. "Back more…" she went back more. "Okay, now smile." Helga gave him a fake smile. "Now really, smile. Show me your pretty smile those braces gave you. Work the camera, Baby." He joked. Helga cracked a real smile and giggled.

"Ah, c'est magnifique…tu est belle." He grinned. (2)

"Oh shut up," she blushed furiously. "I think we've seen enough of this…"

"Êtes-vous sûr?" Arnold asked. (3)

"Oui. Je veux aller faire les magisns." (4)

"Um…excusez-moi," stammered a red headed lady with freckles. She had a texan accent with her french words.

"Oui?" Helga mumbled.

"Uh…do you speak Angalais?" she said very slurred and slowly.

Helga rolled her eyes. "Yes."

"Whew! Fantastic. Can you take a picture of us?" She still insisted on saying each word slowly and pointed to her and her husband.

"Sure."

They stood in front of the camera. "Just press the red button!"

Helga couldn't believe how dense she was. Didn't she know that French people don't go hanging around at places like that with cameras? "Say Cheese!" Snap. She took a crappy picture for them.

"Thank – you." The lady smiled.

"No problem."

"That was funny," smirked Arnold. "That must mean you look French."

"Spare me, Arnoldo. I'm kind of hungry…"

"Me too. You know, I think I saw a McDonalds around here somewhere."

"Awesome. I'm really starving."

They walked down the street and passed one McDonald's because it was terribly stuffy and because Arnold said he knew a better McDonald's still down the street. He took her in through glass double doors and walked down a flight of stairs right next to the doors which led to a huge McDonalds.

Music was pumping loudly, and teenagers hung around. There were CDs plastered to the wall, and listening stations. It was awesome. The atmosphere was great.

"You go find a table, and I'll get us some food," Arnold whispered in her ear.

Helga nodded and squeezed through people. She sat down at a round table with TVs around the walls showing music videos of the music playing in the speakers. Surrounding her, was a table of girls and a family. She wanted to see if they girls shaved their legs. I mean, they were wearing shorts.

Helga bent over a little, pretending to stretch. Just a little lower, she thought, and I can see…

"Arg!" she grunted, falling over.

She saw Arnold above her with a tray of food. "I'm not even going to ask…"

He sat down across from her as she sat up properly in the seat. She curved her finger for him to lean in closer to her. "Check if those girls shaved their legs."

"What?" Arnold asked in disbelief. "You want me to what?!"

"Please? I've been dying to know since forever."

"You eat your food and be happy about it." He tossed a cheeseburger in front of her and took a bite into his own hamburger and took some fries. He got them two orders of fries and two drinks and two burgers.

Helga took a bite out of her cheeseburger angrily and sipped her soda. Her eyes never left the two girls' table. She couldn't see their legs no matter how she fidgeted in her seat.

"Helga, you have got to be the saddest person on earth. Is it really that important to you?"

"Yes. Yes it is." She kept staring. "C'mon Arnold…all you have to do is get a little friendly with them, and then you can glance at them yourself!"

"What? You want me to hit on them now?" Arnold lowered his voice so he wouldn't draw attention to himself.

Helga nodded. "They're french girls. They're suckers for American guys…c'mon. Please?" she pouted. "Please, Arnold?"

Arnold groaned. "Fine…fine. But are you sure they're french?"

"Absolutely!"

"You owe me big time…"

"I'll give you all my fries!" she grinned.

Arnold walked up to them and flashed a toothy grin. "Bonjour Madamoiselles."

The two girls giggled and blushed furiously. "Bonjour," the girl with dangling earing said.

"Comment ca va?" he asked. Helga rolled her eyes. (5)

"Tres bien," she answered. "Et toi?" (6)

"Ca va…" he rocked his head to the beat slowly. "vous savez, je ne vois pas beaucoup de jolies filles comme vous deux souvent…" he winked. (7)

"Svp, asseyez-vous," said the other girl, patting the seat next to hers. (8)

Arnold sat down and still had his smiling face on.

"Ainsi comment joli nous pensez-vous êtes-vous?" the girl asked, biting on her tongue. (9)

"Plus joli que le Mona Lisa." He said. "Plus jolie que n'importe quelle femme aux Etats-Unis, celui est pour sûr." (10)

"l'OH ainsi vous sont un Américain?" the other asked in amusement. "Nous pensons les garçons américains sommes étonnants." She smiled. (11)

Arnold drew in a silent deep breath and put his hand on the girl's knee and tried to feel if she shaved her legs. Instead, she gapsed and slapped him across his face. "Secousse," she snapped. (12)

Arnold got up and walked back to his seat across from Helga.

The French girls mumbled, "J'ai connu les garçons américains ai toujours pensé au sexe, mais je ne les ai pas connus serais tellement en avant à son sujet." (13)

Helga tried covering her laugh. But it didn't work. "Sorry about that, Arnold."

"Give me your damn fries."

***

After looking around for an hour more, they had only bought two shirts that said "I love Paris", and Helga bought herself a new pair of capris. They decided to go see the Eiffel Tower and hang around there until night time.

"Now where?" Arnold asked.

"Let's go to the Eiffel Tower!" Helga grinned.

"Alright…" they walked to the subway and rode for a couple of minutes and walked a couple of blocks and reached the big Eiffel Tower. It was just as beautiful as Helga imagined. There were people selling french bread and flowers on the street and on the opposite side, there was a beautiful garden. People were having picnics and kids were running around.

"Wow. This is everything I thought it would be," awed Helga. "Isn't it great?"

"Yeah. It's really big."

"Well, obviously!" she shook her head. "I can't believe I'm here. I've always wanted to come here. I mean, just to see the Eiffel Tower. One of the most beautiful sights in the world…" as she continued on, Arnold bought a little bunch of flowers tied together.

"Let's just make this visit perfect then. Here," he handed her the orange and yellow flowers. "For you."

Helga put it to her nose and took a sniff of the flowers. "Lovely, Arnold."

"Now let's go up and see Paris from its highest point." He linked his arm with hers as they squeezed in an elevator and rode it all the way to the top. They walked to the edge of the tower and looked at the bottom.

"This is amazing," sighed Helga.

Arnold put his arm around her. "Yeah. It's an amazing view." He glanced at her as she stared out at all of Paris in the utmost awe. She looked like she was five years old, seeing Mickey Mouse for the first time at Disneyland. She had a nice essence of sexiness he couldn't get out of his head, and her hair was so nice and shiney.

"Mm," she smiled, "I could stay here forever."

"Yeah…"

"This has got to be the best place in Paris. Seriously. I love this view…I love everything about this tower. I love how I can be on top of the world and not have anyone look down upon me."

"I have never once looked down on you," said Arnold.

She turned her head and looked at him. Inches away from his face. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I kid you not. You were always so strong. With everything. Never once did I see you flinch or even shed a tear. You had such a spunk in you, and a spark. Whenever you entered a room, you made sure people knew."

"What's your point?"

"My point is that you have qualities I wish I possessed."

"Oh please," laughed Helga. "You'd like my annoying qualities?"

"They're hardly annoying. I found them unique and charming." He grinned.

Helga shook her head and blushed. "You're one in a million, Hair-Boy. Really, one in a million."

For this moment, Arnold felt totally at ease with Helga. He wanted to touch her, and take her in his arms and smother her with kisses. He wanted to strip off her clothes and have her right then and there.

He shook his head. "I think we should go down."

"But we've only just gotten up here," pleaded Helga.

"Oh my goodness! Arnold?" a voice screached.

Arnold and Helga turned around. "Cecile?" Arnold gasped. He let go of Helga instantly and put a crooked smile on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"My cousin, François is visiting from another city. We decided to come over here and get a little, how you say, fresh air," she said cheerfully.

The man standing next to her was tall, lean, well-built with untamed dark brown hair. He had a slightly scratchy face. His eyes were big and he had a long, thin nose and perfect lips. He was probably the sexiest man alive. Especially wearing a nearly skin-tight black shirt and faded jeans.

Arnold could see how attracted Helga was to him.

"Bonjour," said Helga in a surprisingly seductive voice, and put out her hand.

"Bonjour," he smiled and kissed her hand, "Madamoiselle."

"Ah, François, this is Helga," said Cecile. "She'z Arnold's friend."

"Has anyone ever told you that you have ze prettiest eyes?" His eyes twinkled.

Helga shook her head with her cheeks flushed and her face aglow.

"Well, it's nice meeting you," interjected Arnold, "but Helga and I were just about to go."

"You know what would be fun…" began Cecile, "François and I can show ze two of you Arnold." She held Arnold's arm.

"Yeah, that would be nice," smiled Helga who was holding hands with François.

Cecile worked her charm with Arnold, and he caved in when she kissed his cheek.

A/N: French Lesson!
(1) Shopping
(2) It's magnificent. You're beautiful.
(3) Are you sure?
(4) Yes. I want to go shopping.
(5) How are you?
(6) Very good, and you?
(7) You know, I don't see pretty girls very often like the two of you.
(8) Please, sit down.

(9) So how pretty do you think we are?
(10) Prettier than the Mona Lisa…Prettier than any girl in the United States, that's for sure.
(11) Oh, you're an American?…We think American boys are amazing.
(12) Jerk
(13) I knew American boys always thought about sex, but I never knew they were so upfront about it.