Thanks to: Your scapegoat (I know you don't like Hey Arnold so thanks so much for reviewing Sara), wyldheart (isn't this screen name the greatest? I blame the movie Truly Madly Deeply for it. any way, glad you like the story so far here's chapter two for ya), Me Myself and I (ta da! I updated! Aren't I special? :p)

Btw, I realized belatedly that I made Helga dress rather COLDY for the beginning of August . so lets just say she gets cold REALLY easy, OK? (winter must be hell.) or maybe it's global freezing? Jk! There is no such thing as Global Freezing (thank god! Brrrrr) only Global Warming! (yes! Score! Warmmmmmmmmmmm)

REMEMBER this is an AU fic

~ Jungle Fever ~

~ Chapter Two: Straight Outta the Amazon ~

Helga nodded at the girl as she told her to send in the next person. She gave a heavy sigh, and rubbed her temples as she sagged back into the chair. Trying to not act like the social outcast that she was, was giving her the Headache From Hell. She stopped and sat straighter when she heard the door reopening for the next person, and regained her composure before the person was fully in the room. When the person, a boy to be precise, entered the room, Helga was struck shell-shocked.

Standing before her was the sexyest man she had ever set eyes upon. He stood at the regal height of 5'9" landing at a bare minimum of only two inches shorter than her. A slightly oblong (a/n: hell football shaped ;p) head sported shiny cornflower hair and also laid claim to the greenest eyes she had ever seen.

They were practically fern green when he walked in but as he looked back at her they seemed to darken to a deep sea green, almost black. A button nose was nestled above a trim mustache that guarded soft thin lips.

The teenagers body was not buff, but lanky like a starving musician's. His body was currently coated in a lose green t-shirt and baggy jeans that covered all but the tip of his weather-worn sneakers. All of this covered the boy's well-tanned body, looking like some jungle diety that had emerged straight outta the amazon.

He looked at her and smiled as he sat down. "So, shall we begin?" he asked.

Helga nearly died on the spot. Two blows in one shot. Not only had he thrown her the most apetizing smile she had ever seen in her sixteen years of life, but then he goes and uses his rough purr of a voice.

Helga was in

deep

trouble.

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Arnold had seen at least ten people walk in before him, before he was finally sent in to fill out the nesscesary forms so he could attend the school. He smiled a slight thanks at the short black girl that had told him to go in, and opened the door.

He went in, expecting an old woman with greying hair and a scowl to challenge the Scrooge, and stopped short when he saw the young girl in the seat behind the desk.

He controlled the urge to let his jaw drop at the mousy girl before him. He couldn't tell much of her figure by the baggy clothes that convered them, but she had a tiny skinny neck so he could tell that she was anything but chubby.

And speaking of her neck, he had never seen anything that looked so soft and milky white. He raised his eyes from that gorgeous neck to be stopped again when he saw the deep sapphire eyes that stared back at him. Blonde hair framed the heart shaped face that sat before him.

After recovering he gave her a smile and then sat in the chair before her saying, "So, shall we begin?"

The woman took a deep breath, she was probobly really bored with all this 'new student' work he told himself, and nodded at him. What happened next blew him out of the water.

She spoke.

And the whispery meek sound in her voice made all the hairs on the back of his neck rise while he shivered, hopfully not visabally, and resisted the urge to leap across the table and ravish her.

Arnold was in

deep

trouble. (a/n: hee hee, they're so alike and they just don't know it ;p)

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After about half an hour of very little talking Arnold's 'interview' was finally over. With deep regret he stood to leave. "Well since we're all done here I guess I better be going."

The girl, he still hadn't learned her name, looked back up at him from the stack of filled forms and nodded blankly. "Huh? Oh! Oh yes, by the way," she said as if remembering something. "Someone will be at your house sometime this Saturday around noon to show you around town and then the school. So please leave your schedule free for that. Unless you absolutely don't want to; then I can tell Mrs. Octavia."

He hadn't ever heard her say so much at one. That sultry voice was damn irritaiting when he couldn't initiate anything. What had she said? A tour guide? He hoped it was her.

"I'll be sure to do that," he responded. "Leave my schedule free that is, not have you tell Mrs. Octavia." He smiled goofily.

"OK then Mr. Melbony."

"Please, call me Arnold."

"Yes then Mr. M- I mean, Arnold." Oh goddess! She had spoken his name. He wish whatever gods where out there would stop toying with him.

"And what, pray tell, might I call you? Besides a vision of lovelyness of course." stupidstupidstupidstupidstupid. Had he REALLY just said that? Oh god he was so stupid.

The girl blushed a deep scarlet, and muttered, "Helga is fine."

Helga? He had always like that name. His best friend in the jungle had been named Helga.

"Lovely name." He wondered what her last name was but since she hadn't supplied it in the initial introduction he wouldn't press.

"Well goodbye Helga. I guess I'll see you when school starts?" Helga nodded yes and then went back to shuffiling papers. He left the office, her golden hair and cerulean eyes still burned into his memory.

He had very good dreams that night.

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A/N: that's it for chappie two. Stay tuned for Chapter Three: Pure Animal Desire (which sounds way more *graphic* than it is)