Thanks to: Zarius, MoonLight (Ah, holy cheese crackers! The were blue? Well
I think I gotta go fix that now .), Steve, Chudney (Don't worry about
understanding AU, it took my many weeks of fanfic reading before I figured
it out. It means Alternate Universe), ana, Silver Kitten, BJ, BrianaLFBH,
Angel St. Mathew,
I've never gotten so many reviews in my life, well for an incomplete story. I got about the same amount for my ten chapter one! And then I've only gotten like five for all my others
hey, if you wanna waste your time, read my other Hey Arnold! fanfics: Forgive me Love, and it's sequel: Simple Evidence
Oh my god, something must be really wrong with me!!! I have never in my life updated a fanfic this fast/frequently. *goes to psychiatrist*
REMEMBER this is an AU fic
~ Jungle Fever ~
~ Chapter Three: Touring Through the Jungle ~ (name was changed)
This was a day to go down in the history books for the small town of Hillwood.
It was really quite a day to remember.
Helga Pataki
was
.
.
.
smiling!?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pheobe is the embodiment of all that is sweet and delicate and sexy. Cascades of raven shaded hair lay tossled about, caressing the petite asians delicately pale neck. Eyes with their true color disoriented with purple contacts were dancing gleefully as she listened to her best friend describe the "god" that she supposdly just witnessed.
She smiled ruby red lips and spoke into her see-through phone, "Helga. Calm down."
"Sorry Pheebs," helga delicate voice crackled through the used phone, "but he was just so PERFECT. And guess what?"
"What?"
"I got Mrs. Octavia to let ME give him the tour Saturday!" Helga squealed and made other such noises of excitement. Pheobe pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and made a mental note to check the library for proof about alternate universes.
"Olga! Be quiet up there! I'm trying to watch the game!" Pheobe heard faintly in the backround. Normally if helga heard her dad call her olga she would become all sad and depressed, but Helga wasn't even phased at all. She continued to make quieter cheering noises to Pheobe over the phone.
"Helga, BREATHE! Yeesh, I haven't seen you this excited since the day Brainy asked you out! And y'all broke up two years ago!!!"
"You'll understand when you meet him Pheebs. Then you'll understand."
"I hope so," Pheobe said. She wanted to meet the man who had appeared into Helga's life and gave a glimpse of what Helga would have been like with a normal childhood.
She owed her soul to this man for doing what she had been trying to do for years.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Arnold had FINALLY finished unpacking all of his things and was now organizing the books on his shelves. Faintly he heard ringing in the backround followed by his grandfather's grabled voice.
"Hey short man! Phone for you!" Phil shouted through the ceiling towards Arnold. Arnold popped open his door and opened the stairs that led from the attic from to the rest of this house. With a hop, skip, and a jump (literally!), Arnold reached the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Arnold Melbony?" came a sour voice from over the phone.
"Yes this is."
"Hi my name is Georgia Octavia and I am calling to confirm that you are free Saturday for the tour."
"Yes ma'am I'm free then."
"Very good. Ms. Pataki will come pick you up at noon sharp!"
"Thank you ma'am."
"Yes. Good day," the lady said, hanging up before he could say good bye. Hmmmmm, Arnold thought, I wonder who this "Ms. Pataki" person is.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Helga was very, very, VERY nervous. She looked at the old red boarding house noting the sign "No kids. Pets ok". No kids? Then why did Arnold live here? Verrrrrry curious. Anyway, back to being nervous. Helga looked at the door, contemplating ringing the doorbell and running with her tail between her legs. Finally she knocked on the old door. Mere seconds later Arnold himself opened the door. Helga resisted sighing deeply.
"Hello Mr. Me- I mean Arnold. I'm sorry I'm late." Arnold stared at her and then burst out laughing. Helga's face flushed a deep scarlet. Had she said something funny? Did she have something between her teeth? What was so funny?? And that deep throaty laugh of his was damn distracting.
"What? What did I do?" Helga asked, the near-panic filtered from her voice.
"Nothing at all. Mrs. Octavia said you would be here at noon exactly, and you were, and your apologizing for being late," he explained with a quizzical look in is eye at her near melt down.
"Oh," she spoke softly.
"So your last name's Pataki, eh?"
"Yes." Under her breath she added, "unfortunatly."
"What was that last part?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all! Let's get on our was Arnold. Got quite a bit to go." Helga ushered, stepping off his porch and beginning to walk down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Arnold shouted, laughing. "Wait up," he called catching up to her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well I must say this town is quite, quaint!" Arnold remarked jokingly.
Helga gave a tiny half-smile. "Yes.. quite." Arnold mentally gave himself an extra point. He was on his way to making Helga Pataki smile. And, feeling like the adventersome guy that he was, even laugh.
"Well last but not least we have Mr. Green's Butcher shop. His apprentice is Harold Berman. You'll meet Harold, he's in our grade."
"Is he nice?" Helga gave a wry smile, Arnold took off a point for a negative smile.
"Nice? I think not. Harold "Hulk" Berman is not what ANYONE except his two cronies, Stinky and Sid, would call 'nice'. Let's just say, my life would be a whole lot easier without him." Helga sighed. Arnold wonered if she knew she had spoken so much.
"Harold, eh? I'll remember that."
"Yeah. Well that was the last stop. I guess I should be going." Arnold stopped short at that. GOING!? Oh no! She couldn't do that! Why he stilll had to make her smile!
Then he realized that he could do that another time. But when would they be alone next? Certainly not at school. He had to get her to smile before he went home, but she was leaving.
Hmmmm.
Ah ha!
"Well then, may I walk you home?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
w-w-w-walk? Her? home? Helga nearly fainted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Arnold looked at Helga worriedly. She was standing there beet red. Had she gotten a sunburn from the heat and all those clothes?
"Helga? Are you ok?" he reached out and placed his hand on the side of her face, cool hand touching scalding skin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Arnold was touching her! Helga's last vison was his worried face before she blacked out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
a/n: :D I could'd resist! It was too tempting. I had to toss a lil humor in there. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. helga has a habit of fainting in my fanfics. wait what am I talking about, she has a habit of fainting period!!!
A/N: that's it for chappie two. Stay tuned for Chapter Four
I've never gotten so many reviews in my life, well for an incomplete story. I got about the same amount for my ten chapter one! And then I've only gotten like five for all my others
hey, if you wanna waste your time, read my other Hey Arnold! fanfics: Forgive me Love, and it's sequel: Simple Evidence
Oh my god, something must be really wrong with me!!! I have never in my life updated a fanfic this fast/frequently. *goes to psychiatrist*
REMEMBER this is an AU fic
~ Jungle Fever ~
~ Chapter Three: Touring Through the Jungle ~ (name was changed)
This was a day to go down in the history books for the small town of Hillwood.
It was really quite a day to remember.
Helga Pataki
was
.
.
.
smiling!?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pheobe is the embodiment of all that is sweet and delicate and sexy. Cascades of raven shaded hair lay tossled about, caressing the petite asians delicately pale neck. Eyes with their true color disoriented with purple contacts were dancing gleefully as she listened to her best friend describe the "god" that she supposdly just witnessed.
She smiled ruby red lips and spoke into her see-through phone, "Helga. Calm down."
"Sorry Pheebs," helga delicate voice crackled through the used phone, "but he was just so PERFECT. And guess what?"
"What?"
"I got Mrs. Octavia to let ME give him the tour Saturday!" Helga squealed and made other such noises of excitement. Pheobe pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and made a mental note to check the library for proof about alternate universes.
"Olga! Be quiet up there! I'm trying to watch the game!" Pheobe heard faintly in the backround. Normally if helga heard her dad call her olga she would become all sad and depressed, but Helga wasn't even phased at all. She continued to make quieter cheering noises to Pheobe over the phone.
"Helga, BREATHE! Yeesh, I haven't seen you this excited since the day Brainy asked you out! And y'all broke up two years ago!!!"
"You'll understand when you meet him Pheebs. Then you'll understand."
"I hope so," Pheobe said. She wanted to meet the man who had appeared into Helga's life and gave a glimpse of what Helga would have been like with a normal childhood.
She owed her soul to this man for doing what she had been trying to do for years.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Arnold had FINALLY finished unpacking all of his things and was now organizing the books on his shelves. Faintly he heard ringing in the backround followed by his grandfather's grabled voice.
"Hey short man! Phone for you!" Phil shouted through the ceiling towards Arnold. Arnold popped open his door and opened the stairs that led from the attic from to the rest of this house. With a hop, skip, and a jump (literally!), Arnold reached the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Arnold Melbony?" came a sour voice from over the phone.
"Yes this is."
"Hi my name is Georgia Octavia and I am calling to confirm that you are free Saturday for the tour."
"Yes ma'am I'm free then."
"Very good. Ms. Pataki will come pick you up at noon sharp!"
"Thank you ma'am."
"Yes. Good day," the lady said, hanging up before he could say good bye. Hmmmmm, Arnold thought, I wonder who this "Ms. Pataki" person is.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Helga was very, very, VERY nervous. She looked at the old red boarding house noting the sign "No kids. Pets ok". No kids? Then why did Arnold live here? Verrrrrry curious. Anyway, back to being nervous. Helga looked at the door, contemplating ringing the doorbell and running with her tail between her legs. Finally she knocked on the old door. Mere seconds later Arnold himself opened the door. Helga resisted sighing deeply.
"Hello Mr. Me- I mean Arnold. I'm sorry I'm late." Arnold stared at her and then burst out laughing. Helga's face flushed a deep scarlet. Had she said something funny? Did she have something between her teeth? What was so funny?? And that deep throaty laugh of his was damn distracting.
"What? What did I do?" Helga asked, the near-panic filtered from her voice.
"Nothing at all. Mrs. Octavia said you would be here at noon exactly, and you were, and your apologizing for being late," he explained with a quizzical look in is eye at her near melt down.
"Oh," she spoke softly.
"So your last name's Pataki, eh?"
"Yes." Under her breath she added, "unfortunatly."
"What was that last part?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all! Let's get on our was Arnold. Got quite a bit to go." Helga ushered, stepping off his porch and beginning to walk down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Arnold shouted, laughing. "Wait up," he called catching up to her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well I must say this town is quite, quaint!" Arnold remarked jokingly.
Helga gave a tiny half-smile. "Yes.. quite." Arnold mentally gave himself an extra point. He was on his way to making Helga Pataki smile. And, feeling like the adventersome guy that he was, even laugh.
"Well last but not least we have Mr. Green's Butcher shop. His apprentice is Harold Berman. You'll meet Harold, he's in our grade."
"Is he nice?" Helga gave a wry smile, Arnold took off a point for a negative smile.
"Nice? I think not. Harold "Hulk" Berman is not what ANYONE except his two cronies, Stinky and Sid, would call 'nice'. Let's just say, my life would be a whole lot easier without him." Helga sighed. Arnold wonered if she knew she had spoken so much.
"Harold, eh? I'll remember that."
"Yeah. Well that was the last stop. I guess I should be going." Arnold stopped short at that. GOING!? Oh no! She couldn't do that! Why he stilll had to make her smile!
Then he realized that he could do that another time. But when would they be alone next? Certainly not at school. He had to get her to smile before he went home, but she was leaving.
Hmmmm.
Ah ha!
"Well then, may I walk you home?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
w-w-w-walk? Her? home? Helga nearly fainted.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Arnold looked at Helga worriedly. She was standing there beet red. Had she gotten a sunburn from the heat and all those clothes?
"Helga? Are you ok?" he reached out and placed his hand on the side of her face, cool hand touching scalding skin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Arnold was touching her! Helga's last vison was his worried face before she blacked out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
a/n: :D I could'd resist! It was too tempting. I had to toss a lil humor in there. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. helga has a habit of fainting in my fanfics. wait what am I talking about, she has a habit of fainting period!!!
A/N: that's it for chappie two. Stay tuned for Chapter Four
