Where We're From
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own HA, or Christina Aguilera's song Dirrty, or Celine Dion's song, The Reason.
Hey, I'm back. Hope you like chapter three.
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Chapter Three: Bounce Back
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'My parents returned to Hillwood for their Holiday break, apart. My mother traded her ticket in for an earlier flight. About a month had passed and my father had told Gerald, who was also back on break, everything. Of course, knowing Arnold his entire life, Gerlad trusted my father, and agreed that it was a rotten thing for Jeff to do. My mother never told me what happened with her, but I'm sure she told Phoebe. Then the world only got worse for my father. His grandparents of 92 years had died.'
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Sure enough, Helga had told Phoebe everything. Phoebe had tried to calm her down, to tell her it was probably a misunderstanding, but Helga being the stubborn woman she was, stood her ground. Helga was convinced Arnold had cheated on her.
Phoebe consoled Gerald about this situation, and he told her what Arnold had told him. Phoebe passed the information on to Helga, who rejected it, saying that Gerald wouldn't say anything bad about Arnold. Phoebe had almost given up, when she had a sudden idea at one o'clock in the morning.
'Hello?' A groggy voice asked over the phone.
'Gerald, its Phoebe. I have a marvelous idea that is certain to get Helga and Arnold back together.' Gerald moaned over the phone, not at all happy that he had been woken up at such an unreasonable hour.
'Phoebe, honey. Go back to sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning.'
'No, just listen.' Gerald sighed in defeat.
'Fine, what is it?'
'Helga's going to throw a party.'
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Jayme's cheeks turned red, knowing the real ending, but she didn't want to tell this crowd the entire story.
'So, to make a long story short, my parents both ended up at the same party, and got back together. They returned to Indiana with a stronger relationship than before.'
While Jayme finished her Eulogy, Gerald remembered what really happened. He knew it was right what Jayme did. She wouldn't want to embarrass her parents, not at their own funeral. But thanks to Gerald and Phoebe, Arnold and Helga had been reunited.
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Phoebe suggested to Helga that she have a party for all their classmates that had returned for the two week Holiday break. Phoebe knew that it wasn't healthy for Helga to be sulking, already a week into break, so she talked Helga into the party when her parents were away for the weekend. The only thing Helga didn't know was that she was being set up.
'Come on Arnold, I know your grandparents died, but you've got to carry on, Its what they would have wanted.' Gerald told Arnold one day when they went cruising outside of town.
'I don't know Gerald. I mean, I doubt Helga would want me there. I did after all, according to her, cheat on her.' Arnold replied sullenly.
'But you didn't, and you know you didn't,' Gerald stopped the car on the side of a dirt road and turned the engine off. He turned to face his best friend who was staring nonchalantly out the window.
'What happened to the optimistic guy I always knew?' Arnold shrugged.
I don't know, why don't you go find him.' Gerald decided to let that one pass. He knew Arnold was going through a tough time. He lost three people, all in the same week: his girlfriend, and his grandparents.
'Hey man, lets just go to the party. You might not even see Helga.' Arnold continued to stare out the window, 'C'mon man, just for old times sakes?' Arnold sighed.
'Okay, for old times sakes.' Arnold looked over at Gerald and tried to put a smile on his face. Gerald smiled back. They did their secret shake and Gerald started the car back up.
'There we go buddy. Now we've just gotta find something for you to wear. That shouldn't be a problem since I am the coolest dresser in the country.' Arnold smiled at his best friend as they drove back to town, and Gerald started to formulate a plan in his head. It was foolproof. He had to call Phoebe after he dropped Arnold off.
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Arnold and Gerald arrived at the Pataki residence. They could hear the music blaring from inside as people entered Helga's house. Gerald knew about the DJ Phoebe hired. It was Brainy. It was all a part of Gerald and Phoebe's little plan. All they needed to do was put it into action, and Phoebe had done most of her part, now it was time for Gerald's contribution.
Arnold walked in and was instantly stunned. The first person he laid eyes on was Helga. She was HOT! Her long blond hair flowed down her back and floated every time she turned around while she was dancing. She was wearing a pretty short jean skirt with slits in the sides. She also clad a pink halter top, but was barefoot. He watched her dance for a while and remembered how good of a dancer she was. She had hips like Shakira, moves like Britney Spears, and clothes like Christina Aguilera, clothes that were barely there.
'We have to leave now,' Arnold started to walk out the door, but Gerald pulled him back.
'Relax man, its not like she's gonna see you. Lets just go into the kitchen and get something to drink. Then we'll dance with some ladies, of course, I'll dance with Phoebe.' Arnold nodded and followed Gerald into the kitchen. Helga just happened to look over and spot Arnold. She became infuriated. Seeking out Phoebe, she practically blew up.
'Phoebes, why is he here!?' Phoebe acted like she had no clue what Helga was talking about.
'What do you mean Helga?' she asked fatuously.
'Really Phoebe, I thought you were the genius, but let me spell it out for you. WHY DID FOOTBALL HEAD JUST WLK INTO MY KITCHEN!?!?'
'Was he with Gerald?' Phoebe asked. Helga's eyes widened in realization.
'You knew about this!?' Phoebe stopped dancing and looked at Helga shocked. She lowered her head in shame.
'Please don't hate me Helga,' she said before she walked away, 'You'll thank me someday.' Helga watched Phoebe walk into Helga's kitchen as Arnold walked out, and into the trophy room. Helga snickered a little since that was practically the make-out room. She laughed even harder when she watched him walk out with a shocked look on his face. She loved it when he made stupid mistakes like that.wait a minute. Did she just think that?
She brushed it off and went back to dancing in the crowd. Shakira's song objection came on and she mesmerized the guys with her hips. Arnold watched from a chair in the corner. He was too depressed to dance, even though a few other girls had asked him. He wasn't over Helga, and didn't think he ever could be.
Gerald watched his best friend in the corner and as the song ended, signaled to Brainy to put on the song, the song that would get them back together.
All the guys cheered for Helga when Christina Aguilera's song, Dirrty came on, but Gerald pulled her aside for a moment.
'Hey, watch it Hair boy! What do YOU want!?' she snapped at him, obviously annoyed.
'Look Helga, Arnold's really depressed--'
'Why would I care,' she interjected harshly, 'Why would he be depressed? He broke MY heart.'
'His grandparents died,' Gerald said before she could say anything else. Helga's face lost its icy glare and turned soft. She was shocked, and sad. She knew how much his grandparents meant to him. They had practically raised him.
~Dirrty~
~Filthy~
~Nasty~
'What do you want?' she asked him.
'Do you still love him?' she was shocked by the forwardness in his question.
~Too dirrty to clean my act up~
She hesitated for a moment, but then answered.
'Yes, I still love him.'
'Go dance with him.'
~If you ain't dirrty.you ain't here to PARTY!~
She nodded, but had more than dancing as a plan. She was sorry that she ever broke up with him. That stupid bitch Jenny was probably kissing him, she was just to engrossed in what Jeff had said to realize it. Her stupid pride had kept her from believing the truth. She loved him, even though she had been mad at him.
~Ladies move, gentlemen move~
~Somebody ring the alarm~
~a fire on the roof~
~Ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)~
~I said ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)~
~Ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)~
She walked into the middle of her living room and swung her hips in a circle as she picked Arnold out of the crowd again. He was staring intently at her. She locked a gaze with him and smiled slightly, making his eyes brighten to a brighter shade of green.
~Ooh, I'm overdue~
~Gimme some room, I'm coming through~
~Paid my dues, I'm in the mood~
~Me and my girls gonna shake the room~
She started dancing and danced over to where Arnold was. He looked up at her as she looked down at him. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up, dragging him into the middle of the room.
~DJ's spinnin (Show your hands)~
~And let's get dirrty (that's my jam)~
~I need that.to get me off~
~Sweatin' till my clothes come off~
She wrapped her arms around his neck and after a second of hesitation, he wrapped his around her waist they moved and swayed to the music, and became lost in the beat.
~It's explosive, speakers are thumpin'~
~Still jumpin', 6 in the morning~
~Table dancin', glasses are crashin'~
~No question, time for some action!
~Temperature's up (Can you feel it?)~
~'Bout to erupt (so get)~
~Gonna get my girls~
~Get your boys~
~Gonna make some noise.~
'Helga,' he started a little shakily, almost afraid she would leave again, 'I-I'm sorry. I didn't really cheat on you though, I-'
'I know,' she interjected,' and I'm sorry for not believing you.' She looked him straight in the eye and he stared back. At that moment they were the only two in the room, no one else existed to them.
~Gonna get rowdy~
~Gonna get a little unluly~
~Get it fired up in a hurry~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~t's about time that I came to start the party~
~Sweat drippin' over my body~
~Dancin' getting' just a little naughty~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~It's about time for my arrival~
She lifted her arms above her head and swayed her hips to the music. His hands traveled the length of her body, up and down.
~Ahh, heat is up~
~So ladies, fellas, drop your cups~
~Body's hot from front to back~
~Move your ass, I like that~
~Tight hip huggers (low fo' sho')
~Shake a little something' (On the floor)~
~I need that.to get me off~
~Sweatin' till my clothes come off~
She wrapped her arms back around him again and pulled him closer. Their faces were inches, no centimeters away from each other. Their breaths mingled, their eyes seemed to feign reality. He moved first, and dropped his lips onto hers. She hesitated for a moment, but kissed back, with more urgency then ever.
~Let's get open, cause a commotion~
~We're still goin', 8 in the morning~
~There's no stoppin', we keep it poppin'~
~Hard rockin', everyone's talkin'~
She pulled back realizing they were in public, slightly out of breath form her previous actions. Oh god how she loved those bright green eyes. She missed them so much.
'I love you, I'm sorry,' she started to cry, 'Oh god Arnold I love you!' she pulled him back to her and they kissed again. He pulled back, drying her tears with his thumb, wiping back tears of his own.
'God Helga, I love you too. I missed you so much,' He kissed her again but she pulled back.
~Be all you got (Give it to me)~
~Just hit the spot~
~Gonna get my girls~
~Get your boys~
~Gonna make some noise~
Rowdy~
~Gonna get a little unruly~
~Get it fired up in a hurry~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~It's about time that I came to st art the party~
~Sweat drippin' over my body~
~Dancin' getting' just a little maughty~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~It's about time for my arrival~
'Let's talk,' she told him as she pulled away. She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to her room. Gerald saw them head upstairs and decided to follow, to make sure everything was okay.
~Here it comes~
~It's the one you been waitin' on~
~Get up, get it up~
~Yo, that's what's up~
~Givin' just what you want to the maximum~
~Uh oh~
~Here we go~
~You can tell when the music starts to drop~
~That's when we take it to the parking lot~
~And I betcha somebody's gonna call the cops~
~Uh oh's, here we go's~
~Ohh.yeahh.~
She led him into her room and locked the door behind them. Instantly she leapt into his arms and fed him hungry kisses. He returned them graciously as everything spun. He was here, and she was the only other person in the world. It was exhilarating, a new kind of ecstasy to him. He'd never felt this way when he kissed her in the past. It was hard being away from the person you loved for even a day.
Her hands fell down to his shirt buttons as he finally realized what was happening. Suddenly he freaked out. What if she wasn't ready!? This is impulsive. What's gonna happen after tonight? Would he be good enough for her?
'Helga,' he broke her kiss panting heavily. She had his shirt off and turned her gaze from his strong chest to his eyes, 'Are you sure you're ready?' she smiled and removed her shirt for him. His eyes widened.
'I'm ready,' she kissed him, kissed him, and some more. They got lost in each other. This was forever, but it was right. It felt right. What would happen back at Notre Dame?
Gerald listened through the door, until he heard what Helga said. That was his cue to leave these two alone. They went a little too far, but they made up, and that's what was important. They were in love again, or they had let each other know that. Gerald went to find Phoebe. Their plan was complete.
As he walked downstairs, a new song stared playing, and he could tell that Phoebe had told brainy.
~I've figured it out~
~I was high and low and every where in between~
~I was wicked and wild, baby, you know what I mean~
~Till there was you, yeah, you
~Something went wrong~
~I made a deal with the devil for an empty I.O.U.~
~been to hell and back, but an angel was looking thorugh~
~It was you, yeah, you~
~Its all because of you~
~You are the reason~
~you are the reason I wake up every day~
~And sleep thought the night~ ~You are the reason, the reason~
Gerald went to go find Phoebe. This song was perfect for them as well. She was the reason for him. He couldn't live without Phoebe.
~In the middle of the night~
~I'm going down cause I adore you~
~I want to floor you.~
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Gerald's eyes filled with tears. Arnold was gone, his best friend in the world was gone. Why did this have to happen? He looked to the side where his wife, Phoebe wiped her tears away.
Phoebe too remembered that night. She also remembered the next morning, after everyone finally left.
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There was a loud knock on the door. What a rude awakening to such a wonderful night of sleep. Helga's eyes struggled open as she gazed over to the door where the awful sound was coming from.
'What!?' she yelled at the person on the other side.
'Its Phoebe Helga, can I come in?' Helga gasped. She looked down to find Arnold.well, how he was the night before. She started to panic.
'Uhhh.just a second Phoebes!' she yelled. She looked down at Arnold again and shook him, 'Arnold, hey football head, wake up!' She whispered loudly in his ear. His eyes fluttered open relentlessly. He looked up at her a little shocked for a second, but then remembered the previous night.
'Hey,' he said softly, placing his hand on her cheek. She blushed furiously, but no time could be wasted.
'Phoebe wants to come in. You need to get dressed and hide in my closet.' HE looked confused and hurt at the same time.
'Why do I need to do that?' He asked. She sighed and rolled her eyes. How dense could he be?
'So she doesn't know that we.well, you know.' He nodded and moved towards his clothes, putting them back on. She did the same as a knocking came again at the door.
'Just a second Phoebe!' Helga yelled.
'You can talk to Phoebe,' said a masculine voice. Helga and Arnold's eyes widened, 'I wanna talk to Arnold.' Arnold and Helga looked at one another incredulously. How had Gerald known? As a matter of fact, how had Phoebe known? Had they truly set this up? Helga knew they were up to something.
'Uhhh.just a second,' Arnold stuttered. He leaned over to kiss Helga briefly, 'Good luck,' he smiled. She smiled back, then got up to go unlock the door and let their best friends in. Gerald took Arnold out right away and drug him downstairs. Helga and Phoebe watched them go, then Phoebe turned to Helga.
'I didn't intend on you two going so far. Gerald and I had just planned on getting the two of you to apologize, and then date again.' Phoebe had a look of disappointment on her face. It was true though. Phoebe and Gerald's plan was to get them back together, not lose their virginity. Helga looked down ashamedly.
'Well, do you wanna still hear about how we got up here?' she looked up at Phoebe with a half smile, which made Phoebe smile as well.
Meanwhile in the trophy room of the Pataki household, Arnold and Gerald were having a conversation of their own.
'Are you sure she was ready man?' Arnold just nodded.
'She told me she was.' Gerald shook his head.
'Mm mm mm mm mm. You two sure went to town last night,' Arnold blushed. Gerald pointed to Arnold's neck, 'Go look in the mirror man,' Arnold got off the couch and went to a mirror in the hallway. Sure enough, there was a hickey the size of his fist on his neck, well, not literally. But it was noticeable. Arnold returned to the room where Gerald was.
'Well, at least we made up,' Gerald just nodded.
'Sure man, sure,' he paused for a second, then added, 'Was she good?' Arnold blushed as red as a tomato. Before he could answer, Phoebe and Helga walked downstairs.
'I think we need to clean up now.' Helga stated the obvious. Arnold looked up to Helga and they locked a gaze. Arnold was the first to break away.
'Y-yeah, it's a mess. We should clean up before your parents get back.' Helga nodded as they started to pick garbage off the ground and tidy things up. Phoebe and Gerald just shook their heads, then smiled at one another. Things would never be the same again.
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Phoebe wiped a tear from her aged eye as she watched Helga and Arnold's son, Sean approach the podium for his eulogy. Even though it was obvious, he was trying to hide his tears. He was a lot like Helga. He never wanted to show his weakness, but he also had a soft side. He started his eulogy.
'I hated it when my parents tried to make me play sports, but now I thank them.
'My father was an exceptional athlete, and my mother wasn't too bad herself. They tried to get me to play every sport: football, basketball, baseball, even swimming. It wasn't till later I found my calling in hockey, and it was my father's incredible athletic abilities that got me there. If they never got married, my sisters and I would never be here.'
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Okay, so I hope you understand by now that the eulogies aren't what I have written exactly. They're really flashbacks, but the speaker knows what really happened. Understand? If not, tell me and I'll think of another way to explain it. Anyway, r/r and.
C ya l8ter!
Arnoldnhelga4eva
By Arnoldnhelga4eva
Disclaimer: I don't own HA, or Christina Aguilera's song Dirrty, or Celine Dion's song, The Reason.
Hey, I'm back. Hope you like chapter three.
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Chapter Three: Bounce Back
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'My parents returned to Hillwood for their Holiday break, apart. My mother traded her ticket in for an earlier flight. About a month had passed and my father had told Gerald, who was also back on break, everything. Of course, knowing Arnold his entire life, Gerlad trusted my father, and agreed that it was a rotten thing for Jeff to do. My mother never told me what happened with her, but I'm sure she told Phoebe. Then the world only got worse for my father. His grandparents of 92 years had died.'
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Sure enough, Helga had told Phoebe everything. Phoebe had tried to calm her down, to tell her it was probably a misunderstanding, but Helga being the stubborn woman she was, stood her ground. Helga was convinced Arnold had cheated on her.
Phoebe consoled Gerald about this situation, and he told her what Arnold had told him. Phoebe passed the information on to Helga, who rejected it, saying that Gerald wouldn't say anything bad about Arnold. Phoebe had almost given up, when she had a sudden idea at one o'clock in the morning.
'Hello?' A groggy voice asked over the phone.
'Gerald, its Phoebe. I have a marvelous idea that is certain to get Helga and Arnold back together.' Gerald moaned over the phone, not at all happy that he had been woken up at such an unreasonable hour.
'Phoebe, honey. Go back to sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning.'
'No, just listen.' Gerald sighed in defeat.
'Fine, what is it?'
'Helga's going to throw a party.'
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Jayme's cheeks turned red, knowing the real ending, but she didn't want to tell this crowd the entire story.
'So, to make a long story short, my parents both ended up at the same party, and got back together. They returned to Indiana with a stronger relationship than before.'
While Jayme finished her Eulogy, Gerald remembered what really happened. He knew it was right what Jayme did. She wouldn't want to embarrass her parents, not at their own funeral. But thanks to Gerald and Phoebe, Arnold and Helga had been reunited.
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Phoebe suggested to Helga that she have a party for all their classmates that had returned for the two week Holiday break. Phoebe knew that it wasn't healthy for Helga to be sulking, already a week into break, so she talked Helga into the party when her parents were away for the weekend. The only thing Helga didn't know was that she was being set up.
'Come on Arnold, I know your grandparents died, but you've got to carry on, Its what they would have wanted.' Gerald told Arnold one day when they went cruising outside of town.
'I don't know Gerald. I mean, I doubt Helga would want me there. I did after all, according to her, cheat on her.' Arnold replied sullenly.
'But you didn't, and you know you didn't,' Gerald stopped the car on the side of a dirt road and turned the engine off. He turned to face his best friend who was staring nonchalantly out the window.
'What happened to the optimistic guy I always knew?' Arnold shrugged.
I don't know, why don't you go find him.' Gerald decided to let that one pass. He knew Arnold was going through a tough time. He lost three people, all in the same week: his girlfriend, and his grandparents.
'Hey man, lets just go to the party. You might not even see Helga.' Arnold continued to stare out the window, 'C'mon man, just for old times sakes?' Arnold sighed.
'Okay, for old times sakes.' Arnold looked over at Gerald and tried to put a smile on his face. Gerald smiled back. They did their secret shake and Gerald started the car back up.
'There we go buddy. Now we've just gotta find something for you to wear. That shouldn't be a problem since I am the coolest dresser in the country.' Arnold smiled at his best friend as they drove back to town, and Gerald started to formulate a plan in his head. It was foolproof. He had to call Phoebe after he dropped Arnold off.
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Arnold and Gerald arrived at the Pataki residence. They could hear the music blaring from inside as people entered Helga's house. Gerald knew about the DJ Phoebe hired. It was Brainy. It was all a part of Gerald and Phoebe's little plan. All they needed to do was put it into action, and Phoebe had done most of her part, now it was time for Gerald's contribution.
Arnold walked in and was instantly stunned. The first person he laid eyes on was Helga. She was HOT! Her long blond hair flowed down her back and floated every time she turned around while she was dancing. She was wearing a pretty short jean skirt with slits in the sides. She also clad a pink halter top, but was barefoot. He watched her dance for a while and remembered how good of a dancer she was. She had hips like Shakira, moves like Britney Spears, and clothes like Christina Aguilera, clothes that were barely there.
'We have to leave now,' Arnold started to walk out the door, but Gerald pulled him back.
'Relax man, its not like she's gonna see you. Lets just go into the kitchen and get something to drink. Then we'll dance with some ladies, of course, I'll dance with Phoebe.' Arnold nodded and followed Gerald into the kitchen. Helga just happened to look over and spot Arnold. She became infuriated. Seeking out Phoebe, she practically blew up.
'Phoebes, why is he here!?' Phoebe acted like she had no clue what Helga was talking about.
'What do you mean Helga?' she asked fatuously.
'Really Phoebe, I thought you were the genius, but let me spell it out for you. WHY DID FOOTBALL HEAD JUST WLK INTO MY KITCHEN!?!?'
'Was he with Gerald?' Phoebe asked. Helga's eyes widened in realization.
'You knew about this!?' Phoebe stopped dancing and looked at Helga shocked. She lowered her head in shame.
'Please don't hate me Helga,' she said before she walked away, 'You'll thank me someday.' Helga watched Phoebe walk into Helga's kitchen as Arnold walked out, and into the trophy room. Helga snickered a little since that was practically the make-out room. She laughed even harder when she watched him walk out with a shocked look on his face. She loved it when he made stupid mistakes like that.wait a minute. Did she just think that?
She brushed it off and went back to dancing in the crowd. Shakira's song objection came on and she mesmerized the guys with her hips. Arnold watched from a chair in the corner. He was too depressed to dance, even though a few other girls had asked him. He wasn't over Helga, and didn't think he ever could be.
Gerald watched his best friend in the corner and as the song ended, signaled to Brainy to put on the song, the song that would get them back together.
All the guys cheered for Helga when Christina Aguilera's song, Dirrty came on, but Gerald pulled her aside for a moment.
'Hey, watch it Hair boy! What do YOU want!?' she snapped at him, obviously annoyed.
'Look Helga, Arnold's really depressed--'
'Why would I care,' she interjected harshly, 'Why would he be depressed? He broke MY heart.'
'His grandparents died,' Gerald said before she could say anything else. Helga's face lost its icy glare and turned soft. She was shocked, and sad. She knew how much his grandparents meant to him. They had practically raised him.
~Dirrty~
~Filthy~
~Nasty~
'What do you want?' she asked him.
'Do you still love him?' she was shocked by the forwardness in his question.
~Too dirrty to clean my act up~
She hesitated for a moment, but then answered.
'Yes, I still love him.'
'Go dance with him.'
~If you ain't dirrty.you ain't here to PARTY!~
She nodded, but had more than dancing as a plan. She was sorry that she ever broke up with him. That stupid bitch Jenny was probably kissing him, she was just to engrossed in what Jeff had said to realize it. Her stupid pride had kept her from believing the truth. She loved him, even though she had been mad at him.
~Ladies move, gentlemen move~
~Somebody ring the alarm~
~a fire on the roof~
~Ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)~
~I said ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)~
~Ring the alarm (And I'm throwin elbows)~
She walked into the middle of her living room and swung her hips in a circle as she picked Arnold out of the crowd again. He was staring intently at her. She locked a gaze with him and smiled slightly, making his eyes brighten to a brighter shade of green.
~Ooh, I'm overdue~
~Gimme some room, I'm coming through~
~Paid my dues, I'm in the mood~
~Me and my girls gonna shake the room~
She started dancing and danced over to where Arnold was. He looked up at her as she looked down at him. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up, dragging him into the middle of the room.
~DJ's spinnin (Show your hands)~
~And let's get dirrty (that's my jam)~
~I need that.to get me off~
~Sweatin' till my clothes come off~
She wrapped her arms around his neck and after a second of hesitation, he wrapped his around her waist they moved and swayed to the music, and became lost in the beat.
~It's explosive, speakers are thumpin'~
~Still jumpin', 6 in the morning~
~Table dancin', glasses are crashin'~
~No question, time for some action!
~Temperature's up (Can you feel it?)~
~'Bout to erupt (so get)~
~Gonna get my girls~
~Get your boys~
~Gonna make some noise.~
'Helga,' he started a little shakily, almost afraid she would leave again, 'I-I'm sorry. I didn't really cheat on you though, I-'
'I know,' she interjected,' and I'm sorry for not believing you.' She looked him straight in the eye and he stared back. At that moment they were the only two in the room, no one else existed to them.
~Gonna get rowdy~
~Gonna get a little unluly~
~Get it fired up in a hurry~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~t's about time that I came to start the party~
~Sweat drippin' over my body~
~Dancin' getting' just a little naughty~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~It's about time for my arrival~
She lifted her arms above her head and swayed her hips to the music. His hands traveled the length of her body, up and down.
~Ahh, heat is up~
~So ladies, fellas, drop your cups~
~Body's hot from front to back~
~Move your ass, I like that~
~Tight hip huggers (low fo' sho')
~Shake a little something' (On the floor)~
~I need that.to get me off~
~Sweatin' till my clothes come off~
She wrapped her arms back around him again and pulled him closer. Their faces were inches, no centimeters away from each other. Their breaths mingled, their eyes seemed to feign reality. He moved first, and dropped his lips onto hers. She hesitated for a moment, but kissed back, with more urgency then ever.
~Let's get open, cause a commotion~
~We're still goin', 8 in the morning~
~There's no stoppin', we keep it poppin'~
~Hard rockin', everyone's talkin'~
She pulled back realizing they were in public, slightly out of breath form her previous actions. Oh god how she loved those bright green eyes. She missed them so much.
'I love you, I'm sorry,' she started to cry, 'Oh god Arnold I love you!' she pulled him back to her and they kissed again. He pulled back, drying her tears with his thumb, wiping back tears of his own.
'God Helga, I love you too. I missed you so much,' He kissed her again but she pulled back.
~Be all you got (Give it to me)~
~Just hit the spot~
~Gonna get my girls~
~Get your boys~
~Gonna make some noise~
Rowdy~
~Gonna get a little unruly~
~Get it fired up in a hurry~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~It's about time that I came to st art the party~
~Sweat drippin' over my body~
~Dancin' getting' just a little maughty~
~Wanna get dirrty~
~It's about time for my arrival~
'Let's talk,' she told him as she pulled away. She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs to her room. Gerald saw them head upstairs and decided to follow, to make sure everything was okay.
~Here it comes~
~It's the one you been waitin' on~
~Get up, get it up~
~Yo, that's what's up~
~Givin' just what you want to the maximum~
~Uh oh~
~Here we go~
~You can tell when the music starts to drop~
~That's when we take it to the parking lot~
~And I betcha somebody's gonna call the cops~
~Uh oh's, here we go's~
~Ohh.yeahh.~
She led him into her room and locked the door behind them. Instantly she leapt into his arms and fed him hungry kisses. He returned them graciously as everything spun. He was here, and she was the only other person in the world. It was exhilarating, a new kind of ecstasy to him. He'd never felt this way when he kissed her in the past. It was hard being away from the person you loved for even a day.
Her hands fell down to his shirt buttons as he finally realized what was happening. Suddenly he freaked out. What if she wasn't ready!? This is impulsive. What's gonna happen after tonight? Would he be good enough for her?
'Helga,' he broke her kiss panting heavily. She had his shirt off and turned her gaze from his strong chest to his eyes, 'Are you sure you're ready?' she smiled and removed her shirt for him. His eyes widened.
'I'm ready,' she kissed him, kissed him, and some more. They got lost in each other. This was forever, but it was right. It felt right. What would happen back at Notre Dame?
Gerald listened through the door, until he heard what Helga said. That was his cue to leave these two alone. They went a little too far, but they made up, and that's what was important. They were in love again, or they had let each other know that. Gerald went to find Phoebe. Their plan was complete.
As he walked downstairs, a new song stared playing, and he could tell that Phoebe had told brainy.
~I've figured it out~
~I was high and low and every where in between~
~I was wicked and wild, baby, you know what I mean~
~Till there was you, yeah, you
~Something went wrong~
~I made a deal with the devil for an empty I.O.U.~
~been to hell and back, but an angel was looking thorugh~
~It was you, yeah, you~
~Its all because of you~
~You are the reason~
~you are the reason I wake up every day~
~And sleep thought the night~ ~You are the reason, the reason~
Gerald went to go find Phoebe. This song was perfect for them as well. She was the reason for him. He couldn't live without Phoebe.
~In the middle of the night~
~I'm going down cause I adore you~
~I want to floor you.~
~^*^~
Gerald's eyes filled with tears. Arnold was gone, his best friend in the world was gone. Why did this have to happen? He looked to the side where his wife, Phoebe wiped her tears away.
Phoebe too remembered that night. She also remembered the next morning, after everyone finally left.
~^*^~
There was a loud knock on the door. What a rude awakening to such a wonderful night of sleep. Helga's eyes struggled open as she gazed over to the door where the awful sound was coming from.
'What!?' she yelled at the person on the other side.
'Its Phoebe Helga, can I come in?' Helga gasped. She looked down to find Arnold.well, how he was the night before. She started to panic.
'Uhhh.just a second Phoebes!' she yelled. She looked down at Arnold again and shook him, 'Arnold, hey football head, wake up!' She whispered loudly in his ear. His eyes fluttered open relentlessly. He looked up at her a little shocked for a second, but then remembered the previous night.
'Hey,' he said softly, placing his hand on her cheek. She blushed furiously, but no time could be wasted.
'Phoebe wants to come in. You need to get dressed and hide in my closet.' HE looked confused and hurt at the same time.
'Why do I need to do that?' He asked. She sighed and rolled her eyes. How dense could he be?
'So she doesn't know that we.well, you know.' He nodded and moved towards his clothes, putting them back on. She did the same as a knocking came again at the door.
'Just a second Phoebe!' Helga yelled.
'You can talk to Phoebe,' said a masculine voice. Helga and Arnold's eyes widened, 'I wanna talk to Arnold.' Arnold and Helga looked at one another incredulously. How had Gerald known? As a matter of fact, how had Phoebe known? Had they truly set this up? Helga knew they were up to something.
'Uhhh.just a second,' Arnold stuttered. He leaned over to kiss Helga briefly, 'Good luck,' he smiled. She smiled back, then got up to go unlock the door and let their best friends in. Gerald took Arnold out right away and drug him downstairs. Helga and Phoebe watched them go, then Phoebe turned to Helga.
'I didn't intend on you two going so far. Gerald and I had just planned on getting the two of you to apologize, and then date again.' Phoebe had a look of disappointment on her face. It was true though. Phoebe and Gerald's plan was to get them back together, not lose their virginity. Helga looked down ashamedly.
'Well, do you wanna still hear about how we got up here?' she looked up at Phoebe with a half smile, which made Phoebe smile as well.
Meanwhile in the trophy room of the Pataki household, Arnold and Gerald were having a conversation of their own.
'Are you sure she was ready man?' Arnold just nodded.
'She told me she was.' Gerald shook his head.
'Mm mm mm mm mm. You two sure went to town last night,' Arnold blushed. Gerald pointed to Arnold's neck, 'Go look in the mirror man,' Arnold got off the couch and went to a mirror in the hallway. Sure enough, there was a hickey the size of his fist on his neck, well, not literally. But it was noticeable. Arnold returned to the room where Gerald was.
'Well, at least we made up,' Gerald just nodded.
'Sure man, sure,' he paused for a second, then added, 'Was she good?' Arnold blushed as red as a tomato. Before he could answer, Phoebe and Helga walked downstairs.
'I think we need to clean up now.' Helga stated the obvious. Arnold looked up to Helga and they locked a gaze. Arnold was the first to break away.
'Y-yeah, it's a mess. We should clean up before your parents get back.' Helga nodded as they started to pick garbage off the ground and tidy things up. Phoebe and Gerald just shook their heads, then smiled at one another. Things would never be the same again.
~^*^~
Phoebe wiped a tear from her aged eye as she watched Helga and Arnold's son, Sean approach the podium for his eulogy. Even though it was obvious, he was trying to hide his tears. He was a lot like Helga. He never wanted to show his weakness, but he also had a soft side. He started his eulogy.
'I hated it when my parents tried to make me play sports, but now I thank them.
'My father was an exceptional athlete, and my mother wasn't too bad herself. They tried to get me to play every sport: football, basketball, baseball, even swimming. It wasn't till later I found my calling in hockey, and it was my father's incredible athletic abilities that got me there. If they never got married, my sisters and I would never be here.'
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Okay, so I hope you understand by now that the eulogies aren't what I have written exactly. They're really flashbacks, but the speaker knows what really happened. Understand? If not, tell me and I'll think of another way to explain it. Anyway, r/r and.
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