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won't leave me alone that I AM willing to sell- any takers???
And some old elements of Helga still exist... find out what I mean by reading.
Chapter Six: Jenn Whitney, R.A.
Dinner after that was very quiet and short. As soon as she was done, Kristi excused herself. Helga and Arnold followed a while later, having stopped to get ice cream before leaving the commons. As they walked across the quad, a girl ran up the hill towards them. "Helga! Helga!" she hollered, waving to them as she drew closer. They turned and watched her approach.
"Who's that?" Arnold asked.
"Jenn," Helga replied, grinning. "I'm going to be working with her at the Maine Center for the Arts. -Hey!"
Jenn came to a stop next to them, breathing heavily for just a minute. "Kristi came to my room and told me everything. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, sure. Jenn, this is Arnold Stewart. Arnold, this is Jennifer Whitney, Kristi's cousin. She's a junior."
"Tyler doesn't know about me, so if you need someplace to stay, Helga, feel free. Nice to meet you, Arnold."
"Nice to meet you too," he replied. It wasn't hard to see how Kristi and Jenn were related- they practically looked like twins: same dark-blonde hair, honey-brown eyes, and way of talking with their hands. Kristi, however, seemed to have a more delicate and feminine air around her, whereas Jenn's was more relaxed and tomboyish.
"How about you guys play it safe for a while and come down to my room? That way, you won't be at Oxford the minute that asshole gets back."
"Sounds good to me," Helga said, secretly relieved. "Arnold?"
He shrugged. "Sure." They followed Jenn down the hill to Cumberland Hall, where they went up to the second floor. Jenn was the R.A. (AN: Surprise! If you couldn't tell from the title ^_^;) so she had the room at the end of the hall all to herself. Kristi was already there, sipping a Diet Coke while sitting on a futon under Jenn's loft bed.
"I'm on duty tonight, but you're welcome to stay as long as you want. Kristi, I'll call up once Tyler's been back for some time- I already asked the Oxford R.D. to give me the heads-up when he does. There's soda in the fridge, and a couple DVDs if you want to watch something other than TV. Just don't do anything sketchy." She hugged Kristi, then looked at the three first-years. "Are you gonna be OK?"
"Yeah," they all replied.
"All right then. I'll be back at midnight, more or less." She closed the door behind her, and Kristi sighed.
"I'm going to lie down. Thank God I had everything for tomorrow done." She tossed her soda can into the recyclables, then climbed into her cousin's loft and was asleep in a minute.
Arnold sat down on the futon while Helga tucked her roommate in. "Poor Kristi," he murmured.
"Poor Kristi- poor you is more like it. How's your neck?" She lifted his chin gently, then whistled. "Look at those bruises..."
"Really?" He stood up to look in Jenn's mirror and banged his head on the loft. "OW!"
Helga giggled. "Add another one to that."
"Very funny."
"Oh, lighten up, Arnold. You're being as cheerful as a male praying mantis on his wedding night."
He smiled. "OK, point taken."
"Thanks. So let's see what Jenn has for DVDs." She rose, more carefully than Arnold had, and looked at the shelf under the TV. "Hmm... '50 First Dates', 'The Princess Bride', 'Blazing Saddles', 'Family Guy: Seasons One and Two', 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail', the Indiana Jones trilogy- oooh, 'Chicago'!" She held it up for Arnold's approval.
"Why not?" he said- deciding now was not a good time to mention that he had a crush on Renee Zellweggar in this film. "Put it in." Helga started to, then let out a yell. He jumped to his feet, this time successfully avoiding the bed, and rushed over. "What's wrong?"
"Rat! She has a rat! Oh God, oh God, I HATE RATS!"
"You're gonna wake up Kristi!" he reprimanded, then turned her to face him- she had been hopping in circles crying something along the lines of "getitawaygetitawaygetitaway". Honestly, he was amused that she was still afraid of the rodents. "Now, it's JUST her pet. And it's most likely asleep. It doesn't even know you're here, unless you keep it up with your mantra."
She scowled at his lack of sympathy. "You put the movie in, I can't." Shoving the box at him, she plopped herself back down on the couch. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and looked towards the DVD player. True enough, the rat was asleep in his plastic home atop the player.
"Hey little guy," he said softly as he started the movie. "Don't mind her- she's just a big softie."
Behind him, Helga heard what he said- and smiled.
***
Author's note time!: I told you there'd be an element of old Helga in this one! And you got to meet "my" character, Jenn. The rat IS real to a degree: He's actually my roomie's, though. And in case you don't read profiles, I have two more HA fanfics in mind, as soon as this one is closer to being done. (FOURTEEN chapters and I'm STILL not even CLOSE.) Now Tyler is scheming... read chapter seven, Revenge, to find out more. Luvs!- PopStarOE
And some old elements of Helga still exist... find out what I mean by reading.
Chapter Six: Jenn Whitney, R.A.
Dinner after that was very quiet and short. As soon as she was done, Kristi excused herself. Helga and Arnold followed a while later, having stopped to get ice cream before leaving the commons. As they walked across the quad, a girl ran up the hill towards them. "Helga! Helga!" she hollered, waving to them as she drew closer. They turned and watched her approach.
"Who's that?" Arnold asked.
"Jenn," Helga replied, grinning. "I'm going to be working with her at the Maine Center for the Arts. -Hey!"
Jenn came to a stop next to them, breathing heavily for just a minute. "Kristi came to my room and told me everything. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, sure. Jenn, this is Arnold Stewart. Arnold, this is Jennifer Whitney, Kristi's cousin. She's a junior."
"Tyler doesn't know about me, so if you need someplace to stay, Helga, feel free. Nice to meet you, Arnold."
"Nice to meet you too," he replied. It wasn't hard to see how Kristi and Jenn were related- they practically looked like twins: same dark-blonde hair, honey-brown eyes, and way of talking with their hands. Kristi, however, seemed to have a more delicate and feminine air around her, whereas Jenn's was more relaxed and tomboyish.
"How about you guys play it safe for a while and come down to my room? That way, you won't be at Oxford the minute that asshole gets back."
"Sounds good to me," Helga said, secretly relieved. "Arnold?"
He shrugged. "Sure." They followed Jenn down the hill to Cumberland Hall, where they went up to the second floor. Jenn was the R.A. (AN: Surprise! If you couldn't tell from the title ^_^;) so she had the room at the end of the hall all to herself. Kristi was already there, sipping a Diet Coke while sitting on a futon under Jenn's loft bed.
"I'm on duty tonight, but you're welcome to stay as long as you want. Kristi, I'll call up once Tyler's been back for some time- I already asked the Oxford R.D. to give me the heads-up when he does. There's soda in the fridge, and a couple DVDs if you want to watch something other than TV. Just don't do anything sketchy." She hugged Kristi, then looked at the three first-years. "Are you gonna be OK?"
"Yeah," they all replied.
"All right then. I'll be back at midnight, more or less." She closed the door behind her, and Kristi sighed.
"I'm going to lie down. Thank God I had everything for tomorrow done." She tossed her soda can into the recyclables, then climbed into her cousin's loft and was asleep in a minute.
Arnold sat down on the futon while Helga tucked her roommate in. "Poor Kristi," he murmured.
"Poor Kristi- poor you is more like it. How's your neck?" She lifted his chin gently, then whistled. "Look at those bruises..."
"Really?" He stood up to look in Jenn's mirror and banged his head on the loft. "OW!"
Helga giggled. "Add another one to that."
"Very funny."
"Oh, lighten up, Arnold. You're being as cheerful as a male praying mantis on his wedding night."
He smiled. "OK, point taken."
"Thanks. So let's see what Jenn has for DVDs." She rose, more carefully than Arnold had, and looked at the shelf under the TV. "Hmm... '50 First Dates', 'The Princess Bride', 'Blazing Saddles', 'Family Guy: Seasons One and Two', 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail', the Indiana Jones trilogy- oooh, 'Chicago'!" She held it up for Arnold's approval.
"Why not?" he said- deciding now was not a good time to mention that he had a crush on Renee Zellweggar in this film. "Put it in." Helga started to, then let out a yell. He jumped to his feet, this time successfully avoiding the bed, and rushed over. "What's wrong?"
"Rat! She has a rat! Oh God, oh God, I HATE RATS!"
"You're gonna wake up Kristi!" he reprimanded, then turned her to face him- she had been hopping in circles crying something along the lines of "getitawaygetitawaygetitaway". Honestly, he was amused that she was still afraid of the rodents. "Now, it's JUST her pet. And it's most likely asleep. It doesn't even know you're here, unless you keep it up with your mantra."
She scowled at his lack of sympathy. "You put the movie in, I can't." Shoving the box at him, she plopped herself back down on the couch. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and looked towards the DVD player. True enough, the rat was asleep in his plastic home atop the player.
"Hey little guy," he said softly as he started the movie. "Don't mind her- she's just a big softie."
Behind him, Helga heard what he said- and smiled.
***
Author's note time!: I told you there'd be an element of old Helga in this one! And you got to meet "my" character, Jenn. The rat IS real to a degree: He's actually my roomie's, though. And in case you don't read profiles, I have two more HA fanfics in mind, as soon as this one is closer to being done. (FOURTEEN chapters and I'm STILL not even CLOSE.) Now Tyler is scheming... read chapter seven, Revenge, to find out more. Luvs!- PopStarOE