Author's note** Thanks to my faithful reviewers. You are what keeps me
going! Special thanks to Willy D who always has encouragement for this
story! On with the show!!
Don't own HEY ARNOLD~ promises, promises.
Chapter 4 (already?) Double date with unfit mates
Helga bit her lip nervously as she waited for Arnie's bus to arrive. Although he lived somewhat closer than the old days, it was still an hour bus ride into the city for him, and she stood impatiently at the bus stop near the Cinaplex, waiting for the #13 line to arrive.
She brushed a stray strand of wheat colored hair behind her ear as it whipped in the cool early evening breeze. Phoebe had volunteered to double with her so she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable, and Helga had considered it, as it would of given Gerald a real eyeful of her with Arnie, and she knew for sure it would of gotten back to Arnold. She had decided against it at the last minute. She would save this bombshell for Arnold to witness at the actual prom in 2 weeks. Helga tried to deny that a small but smart voice in the back of her head told her it was wrong all the way around anyways.
She sat down on the blue bench outside the cinaplex, and glanced at her baby pink vintage swatch watch. 6: 47 pm. That meant she still had roughly 13 minutes until he arrived. She checked her reflection distractedly in her compact to see if she had succeeded in biting all the lip gloss off of her lips, when she caught sight of him behind her.
Arnold was standing by the ticket counter, purchasing a ticket for..Helga squinted.. "From Justine to Manny" some sappy love story/musical from the American Icon winner and runner up. " He doesn't normally go for all that gushy, girly crap" she thought curiously. Then she saw it, the shadowy figure emerging from the entrance to the cinaplex. TIMBERLY JOHANNSEN was standing there, holding the door as Arnold left the ticket counter, taking her arm and entering the theater.
Helga snapped the compact shut harshly, catching her fingertip inadvertently in the process. She trembled slightly as she raised her eyes to the approaching bus, color staining her alabaster skin. She knew they were going to prom, but a small part of her had thought that maybe that was all there was to it, that they weren't dating or anything. This proved it, they were in a relationship. This time, two or three angry tears slid down her cheek before she could prevent it. Allright, scratch the prom bombshell. She'd show him right now just what a mistake he was making.
" Rhonda, do you like air popped with no butter, or oil popped with butter substitute?" Curly asked from the counter of the cinaplex as a pimply faced teen boy with a severe buzz cut waited patiently for their order.
" Air popped, butter substitute, no salt, and a diet Yahoo," Rhonda replied, as she reapplied her makeup near the bathroom doors. Her raven hair was highlighted with copper and chocolate streaks, and it was cut in a stylish shag that fell in layers just past her bare shoulders. She wore a red silk halter top with just the right amount of what would be called "good girl cleavage" black hiphuggers with a matching pencil thin silver chain belt. She smiled at her reflection and closed her compact, sliding it into her small red handbag.
Curly had developed into quite the suave gentleman, although he was still just as eccentric as ever. His family had inherited a buttload of money in his sophmore year of highschool, and money always attracted Rhonda. She was no where near as snobbish as she had been back in elementary school, but she still had her standards. She was also by far, still the most popular girl in school. Curly winked a green eye at her over the top of his thin wire frames, and flashed her a heart melting smile. She grinned back, but turned her head quickly at the scene unfolding in front of her.
Helga Pataki was walking towards the concession stand, with her pinky finger firmly linked with the pinky finger of ..Arnie Hatfield?? Rhonda blinked in disbelief, making sure her colored contacts were indeed in. Everyone KNEW Helga, let alone anyone except Lila, couldn't stand him. Yet there they were, walking along like no one's business and looking happy as clams. Actually, Arnie looked mildly interested in the tile flooring, and Helga was scanning the room, as though making sure to catch someone's eye.
Arnold sighed as he stooped to tie his shoe. Timberly had ran to use the ladies room before they went in to the movie, and he was waiting in the lobby near the entrances to the different screening rooms. He was beginning to regret coming here. He wasn't sure if Timberly was going to start thinking he really LIKED her liked her, and despite how hurt he was by Helga's prom date selection, he had to kick himself when he realized it was his own fault. He hadn't tried hard enough to get through to Helga, he had just given up more or less. What was she supposed to do, wait for him forever? "Yes," Arnold answered his own question in a small whisper. He straightened up and his jaw dropped as he caught site of her.
It was like things were moving in slow motion. There was Helga, leaning across the concession stand, talking to a very suprised looking Curly. She had on white low cut cargo capris, low cut white socks and keds. Her upper body was clad in a baby pink v neck tee shirt and her flowing blonde hair with fringy bangs was parted to one side and held back by a pink jeweled barrette. Her skin was slightly sun kissed, most likely from volley ball practice in the early spring sun. She turned her luminous blue eyes toward Curly, and her eyes crinkled at the corners as she laughed at something he said.
Despite himself, Arnold smiled dreamily. She looked fantastic, better than he had seen her in months, and here he was, with some girl he thought of as family. FAMILY. The word vibrated through his oddly shaped head as he spied Arnie, reading the ingredients off the back of Helga's sour patch kids. The last thing Arnold remembered was Helga extending her pinkie to clutch Anrnies. His head swam and all went black.
*** WHOO! Long one, I know! I didn't know where to quit! More strange but delightful parings to come, plus some long over due drama for Phoebe and Gerald. R/R and I will update much quicker!
Don't own HEY ARNOLD~ promises, promises.
Chapter 4 (already?) Double date with unfit mates
Helga bit her lip nervously as she waited for Arnie's bus to arrive. Although he lived somewhat closer than the old days, it was still an hour bus ride into the city for him, and she stood impatiently at the bus stop near the Cinaplex, waiting for the #13 line to arrive.
She brushed a stray strand of wheat colored hair behind her ear as it whipped in the cool early evening breeze. Phoebe had volunteered to double with her so she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable, and Helga had considered it, as it would of given Gerald a real eyeful of her with Arnie, and she knew for sure it would of gotten back to Arnold. She had decided against it at the last minute. She would save this bombshell for Arnold to witness at the actual prom in 2 weeks. Helga tried to deny that a small but smart voice in the back of her head told her it was wrong all the way around anyways.
She sat down on the blue bench outside the cinaplex, and glanced at her baby pink vintage swatch watch. 6: 47 pm. That meant she still had roughly 13 minutes until he arrived. She checked her reflection distractedly in her compact to see if she had succeeded in biting all the lip gloss off of her lips, when she caught sight of him behind her.
Arnold was standing by the ticket counter, purchasing a ticket for..Helga squinted.. "From Justine to Manny" some sappy love story/musical from the American Icon winner and runner up. " He doesn't normally go for all that gushy, girly crap" she thought curiously. Then she saw it, the shadowy figure emerging from the entrance to the cinaplex. TIMBERLY JOHANNSEN was standing there, holding the door as Arnold left the ticket counter, taking her arm and entering the theater.
Helga snapped the compact shut harshly, catching her fingertip inadvertently in the process. She trembled slightly as she raised her eyes to the approaching bus, color staining her alabaster skin. She knew they were going to prom, but a small part of her had thought that maybe that was all there was to it, that they weren't dating or anything. This proved it, they were in a relationship. This time, two or three angry tears slid down her cheek before she could prevent it. Allright, scratch the prom bombshell. She'd show him right now just what a mistake he was making.
" Rhonda, do you like air popped with no butter, or oil popped with butter substitute?" Curly asked from the counter of the cinaplex as a pimply faced teen boy with a severe buzz cut waited patiently for their order.
" Air popped, butter substitute, no salt, and a diet Yahoo," Rhonda replied, as she reapplied her makeup near the bathroom doors. Her raven hair was highlighted with copper and chocolate streaks, and it was cut in a stylish shag that fell in layers just past her bare shoulders. She wore a red silk halter top with just the right amount of what would be called "good girl cleavage" black hiphuggers with a matching pencil thin silver chain belt. She smiled at her reflection and closed her compact, sliding it into her small red handbag.
Curly had developed into quite the suave gentleman, although he was still just as eccentric as ever. His family had inherited a buttload of money in his sophmore year of highschool, and money always attracted Rhonda. She was no where near as snobbish as she had been back in elementary school, but she still had her standards. She was also by far, still the most popular girl in school. Curly winked a green eye at her over the top of his thin wire frames, and flashed her a heart melting smile. She grinned back, but turned her head quickly at the scene unfolding in front of her.
Helga Pataki was walking towards the concession stand, with her pinky finger firmly linked with the pinky finger of ..Arnie Hatfield?? Rhonda blinked in disbelief, making sure her colored contacts were indeed in. Everyone KNEW Helga, let alone anyone except Lila, couldn't stand him. Yet there they were, walking along like no one's business and looking happy as clams. Actually, Arnie looked mildly interested in the tile flooring, and Helga was scanning the room, as though making sure to catch someone's eye.
Arnold sighed as he stooped to tie his shoe. Timberly had ran to use the ladies room before they went in to the movie, and he was waiting in the lobby near the entrances to the different screening rooms. He was beginning to regret coming here. He wasn't sure if Timberly was going to start thinking he really LIKED her liked her, and despite how hurt he was by Helga's prom date selection, he had to kick himself when he realized it was his own fault. He hadn't tried hard enough to get through to Helga, he had just given up more or less. What was she supposed to do, wait for him forever? "Yes," Arnold answered his own question in a small whisper. He straightened up and his jaw dropped as he caught site of her.
It was like things were moving in slow motion. There was Helga, leaning across the concession stand, talking to a very suprised looking Curly. She had on white low cut cargo capris, low cut white socks and keds. Her upper body was clad in a baby pink v neck tee shirt and her flowing blonde hair with fringy bangs was parted to one side and held back by a pink jeweled barrette. Her skin was slightly sun kissed, most likely from volley ball practice in the early spring sun. She turned her luminous blue eyes toward Curly, and her eyes crinkled at the corners as she laughed at something he said.
Despite himself, Arnold smiled dreamily. She looked fantastic, better than he had seen her in months, and here he was, with some girl he thought of as family. FAMILY. The word vibrated through his oddly shaped head as he spied Arnie, reading the ingredients off the back of Helga's sour patch kids. The last thing Arnold remembered was Helga extending her pinkie to clutch Anrnies. His head swam and all went black.
*** WHOO! Long one, I know! I didn't know where to quit! More strange but delightful parings to come, plus some long over due drama for Phoebe and Gerald. R/R and I will update much quicker!