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Chapter 6 Rich Kids and The Things They Did
" I still don't know what you were running down the block like that for, Helga," Lorenzo cooed as he stroked her tangled blonde mane away from her tear stained face.
" It doesn't matter, Lorenzo. I made a horrible mistake and it's biting me in the butt pretty hard right about now, so I could use a little silence, alright?" Helga straightened up and lifted her head from his angora-clad shoulder.
She had seen Arnold's face as soon as she had leapt to her feet, but the words were already formed in her throat before she could stop herself. Great, now she looked like a damsel in distress, when the whole purpose of going out with LintBoy was to make Arnold see what he was missing out on. Now, all it looked like he was missing out on was a mean right hook and a personal protection order.
Lorenzo smiled knowingly, and handed her a monogrammed hanky to dry her cerulean blue eyes. " I understand your need for discretion, Helga. But really, who are we going to tell?"
" No one, Richie Rich, because you and the Flower Child there aren't going to find out what was bothering me. I told you I appreciate the ride, and the shoulder. Hey, I had a moment of weakness, so sue me. Just keep this one to yourselves, PLEASE."
" We won't breathe a word," a somber-faced Sheena replied. She clasped Lorenzo's hands anxiously in hers, as though she were afraid he would float away. She had all the down to earth qualities that kept Lorenzo grounded, and had been seeing each other quiet secretively for the past 2 weeks. They both preferred it that way, and both were sure to keep Helga's secret so she wouldn't spill theirs.
" Thanks, I appreciate it. Now, if you two lovebirds don't mind, I believe this is my stop," The limo had pulled to a halt in front of the blue, three story brownstone that was the Pataki residence, and Helga opened the door. " Oh, and guys, this conversation, it never happened," "Forgetting!" they chimed in unison. Helga went up the stairs, past the blaring tv and whirring blender, plopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
"What are the repercussions of the actions I have just taken?" she asked herself before drifting into a fitful sleep.
Arnold grew angrier and angrier with each block he walked. So, Arnie was just some sort of pawn, huh? A pawn Helga did away with as soon as he went too far. He tried to deny the extreme happiness he felt at the sight of her unadulterated disgust. Arnie was the one person whom he could not STAND to see her with, ...that is, until he saw her pull away with LOR ENNN ZO. He thought his name in the extreme, stretched out way that Helga had once reserved for Lila's name, unbeknownst to him.
He strained to remember his conversation with Rhonda just 3 weeks prior. She had been ranting that Lorenzo and Helga just didn't mesh and that there was nothing really there. Gerald had just told him a week before that the two weren't serious. Yeah, well they were both wrong. Why Helga liked Lorenzo, he had no idea. He was no where near her type! "Oh, and I suppose I am her type?" he grunted to himself under his breath. He stopped huffing and puffing and sat down on a bus stop bench.
He ran a hand through his unruly mop of golden hair, irritated beyond reason. He knew why it bothered him so bad. Because Lorenzo had power, had wealth, and on top of it all he was nice AND good looking. How on earth was he going to make her see that she belonged with him?
Then it finally struck him. She doesn't KNOW I still care about her! If she knew, she might change her mind....
He looked up to see the familiar blue three story building that he knew so well towering before him. His heart and his feet had led him to her doorstep. He gazed up at the top left hand window, and to his amazement, he saw soft white curtains blowing gently in her open window. Music floated down to the street from her room. He strained to make out the words. Was she home right now? He walked to the alley on the side of her building, and tenatively began to climb her fire escape. Why did this seem so oddly familiar?
He got to the landing, and he heard the music in earnest now. The words to Johnny Cash's "Hurt" were playing mournfully as a scantily clad Helga lay sprawled ungracefully on top of her white comforter. She was wearing only her white sports bra and light pink 70's stlye velour gym shorts, obviously used as pj's. He watched in awe at the curve of her collar bone, her breath coming in deep and even. He didn't know exactly what purpose it served to climb up here, other than he knew it deeply satisfied him to see her home so soon, and asleep. It meant maybe she only got a ride home with Lorenzo.
Starting to feel like a peeping tom, Arnold smiled once more at her slumbering frame as he turned to climb back down. Just as he did, however, he heard a phone ring, startling him. Helga's message clicked on immeadiately, and her recorded voice filled the room.
" You know who this is, and you know what to do, " Arnold laughed under his breath at her straightforward approach to everything. The next voice he heard, however, made him freeze completely.
" It's me, Lorenzo. I just wanted you to know that I hope both our little secrets are safe. I hate to see you so sad. Call me about prom, okay?"
Arnold clenched his jaw. This meant war.
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Chapter 6 Rich Kids and The Things They Did
" I still don't know what you were running down the block like that for, Helga," Lorenzo cooed as he stroked her tangled blonde mane away from her tear stained face.
" It doesn't matter, Lorenzo. I made a horrible mistake and it's biting me in the butt pretty hard right about now, so I could use a little silence, alright?" Helga straightened up and lifted her head from his angora-clad shoulder.
She had seen Arnold's face as soon as she had leapt to her feet, but the words were already formed in her throat before she could stop herself. Great, now she looked like a damsel in distress, when the whole purpose of going out with LintBoy was to make Arnold see what he was missing out on. Now, all it looked like he was missing out on was a mean right hook and a personal protection order.
Lorenzo smiled knowingly, and handed her a monogrammed hanky to dry her cerulean blue eyes. " I understand your need for discretion, Helga. But really, who are we going to tell?"
" No one, Richie Rich, because you and the Flower Child there aren't going to find out what was bothering me. I told you I appreciate the ride, and the shoulder. Hey, I had a moment of weakness, so sue me. Just keep this one to yourselves, PLEASE."
" We won't breathe a word," a somber-faced Sheena replied. She clasped Lorenzo's hands anxiously in hers, as though she were afraid he would float away. She had all the down to earth qualities that kept Lorenzo grounded, and had been seeing each other quiet secretively for the past 2 weeks. They both preferred it that way, and both were sure to keep Helga's secret so she wouldn't spill theirs.
" Thanks, I appreciate it. Now, if you two lovebirds don't mind, I believe this is my stop," The limo had pulled to a halt in front of the blue, three story brownstone that was the Pataki residence, and Helga opened the door. " Oh, and guys, this conversation, it never happened," "Forgetting!" they chimed in unison. Helga went up the stairs, past the blaring tv and whirring blender, plopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
"What are the repercussions of the actions I have just taken?" she asked herself before drifting into a fitful sleep.
Arnold grew angrier and angrier with each block he walked. So, Arnie was just some sort of pawn, huh? A pawn Helga did away with as soon as he went too far. He tried to deny the extreme happiness he felt at the sight of her unadulterated disgust. Arnie was the one person whom he could not STAND to see her with, ...that is, until he saw her pull away with LOR ENNN ZO. He thought his name in the extreme, stretched out way that Helga had once reserved for Lila's name, unbeknownst to him.
He strained to remember his conversation with Rhonda just 3 weeks prior. She had been ranting that Lorenzo and Helga just didn't mesh and that there was nothing really there. Gerald had just told him a week before that the two weren't serious. Yeah, well they were both wrong. Why Helga liked Lorenzo, he had no idea. He was no where near her type! "Oh, and I suppose I am her type?" he grunted to himself under his breath. He stopped huffing and puffing and sat down on a bus stop bench.
He ran a hand through his unruly mop of golden hair, irritated beyond reason. He knew why it bothered him so bad. Because Lorenzo had power, had wealth, and on top of it all he was nice AND good looking. How on earth was he going to make her see that she belonged with him?
Then it finally struck him. She doesn't KNOW I still care about her! If she knew, she might change her mind....
He looked up to see the familiar blue three story building that he knew so well towering before him. His heart and his feet had led him to her doorstep. He gazed up at the top left hand window, and to his amazement, he saw soft white curtains blowing gently in her open window. Music floated down to the street from her room. He strained to make out the words. Was she home right now? He walked to the alley on the side of her building, and tenatively began to climb her fire escape. Why did this seem so oddly familiar?
He got to the landing, and he heard the music in earnest now. The words to Johnny Cash's "Hurt" were playing mournfully as a scantily clad Helga lay sprawled ungracefully on top of her white comforter. She was wearing only her white sports bra and light pink 70's stlye velour gym shorts, obviously used as pj's. He watched in awe at the curve of her collar bone, her breath coming in deep and even. He didn't know exactly what purpose it served to climb up here, other than he knew it deeply satisfied him to see her home so soon, and asleep. It meant maybe she only got a ride home with Lorenzo.
Starting to feel like a peeping tom, Arnold smiled once more at her slumbering frame as he turned to climb back down. Just as he did, however, he heard a phone ring, startling him. Helga's message clicked on immeadiately, and her recorded voice filled the room.
" You know who this is, and you know what to do, " Arnold laughed under his breath at her straightforward approach to everything. The next voice he heard, however, made him freeze completely.
" It's me, Lorenzo. I just wanted you to know that I hope both our little secrets are safe. I hate to see you so sad. Call me about prom, okay?"
Arnold clenched his jaw. This meant war.
Thats it! I need SUGGESTIONS! I AM STALEMATING HERE!!!!