Here's chapter 4. Thanks for the reviews guys, I feel so proud of myself
now, *sob*.
Arnold, Gerald and Phoebe are at the train station, a little distance from
the doorway of the bar where Helga's waiting for her folks.
"So, where is she?" Arnold asked Phoebe. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets, and puffed his cheeks full of air, before blowing it out slowly. All he could think about was their Health project. We really should be getting done with our work... I wish that Gerald could control his flirts for a little while so me and Phoebe could complete this before the deadline, he thought, looking at Gerald, a little irritated. He was his best friend and all, but that didn't mean he couldn't get on his nerves. Gerald looked back at Arnold, and grinned widely as if reading his mind. He wrapped his arms around tiny Phoebe's waist and said, in a loud dramatic whisper, "No need to get jealous, Arnold my man. Just 'cuz I got a girl like Phoebe with me, and you have none, don't mean you gotta bitch with people like that. Ain't my fault if I got girls after me and you don't," he said, winking at Arnold. Arnold had to laugh at this. Man, Gerald was just too much. Phoebe looked as if she might burst out with excitement. She barely acknowledged Gerald's arms around her. "This is exhilerating. Won't Helga be surprised when she finds us instead of her parents?" Phoebe gushed. Arnold smiled. He knew how close she and Helga were. "Well, I don't see her anywhere," he said, looking around hime again. "If we're lucky, maybe the train crashed," Gerald mumbled. Phoebe just glared at him until he mumbled an apology. Arnold chuckled. "It's 11:55. Where could she be?" Phoebe asked, squinting to see the last few passengers getting out of the train. "Maybe she just got tired of waiting and left," Arnold suggested. "Or maybe she just- never mind." Gerald stopped after he got another look from Phoebe. "How about if we split up? We can go look for her, and that would probably be the fastest way. We'll meet up back here, infront of the bar, in 15 minutes. Sounds good?" "That's a great idea," Phoebe exclaimed. "Yeah, cool one man," Gerald cut in. "You look around here, while I take Phoebe and go around the back. To look for Helga of course," Gerald said, with a wink to Arnold. Arnold just roleld his eyes with a smile. That Gerald. "'K, meet here in 15!" Arnold called to the other two, who were already sprinting to the other side. Arnold jogged slowly away from the entrance of the bar, to the area where the passengers climbed into the train (whatever, lol). Nope, no sign. He stood there for a few seconds. He felt a tiny wave of nostalgia fianlly hitting him. Helga. He almost felt something for Helga. Just before she left, he was starting to get fond of her. The way she'd throw spitballs at him, called him football head. He was growing used to it too. But when she left, he really didn't feel so sad about it. Why would he? His bully was leaving. Only after a few days did he start to miss those spitballs. He almost forgot about her too. Until two years ago...
Flashback. A 15 year old Arnold lay on top of a 14 year old Lila, making out passionately. The annoying ring of the phone next to him sounded shrilly. Moving away, he exhaled his annoyance and reached for the phone. Lila pulled his face back down to hers with her hands. "Oh Arnold, just leave it alone. We're having oh so much fun," Lila whispered kissing him again. Arnold almost gave in. With a smile, he broke the kiss. "I know Lila, but I better get that. It could be important," Arnold said, picking up the phone. "Oh, fine!" Lila spat and got up from the bed, straightening out her clothes. Rolling his eyes, a little annoyed at Lila's behavior, he said "Hello?", a little breathless from the make-out session. No answer. "Hello?" he repeated. Silence. Just as he was about to hang up, a familiar female voice said simply, "Arnold". "Yes, this is Arnold. Who is it?" "I.. um.. it's me," said the girl. "Well, me who?" he asked, a little irritated (this isn't one of those knock knock jokes). "It's me. Helga." "Wh.. Helga? Helga Pataki?" he asked, a little surprised. He noticed Lila looking at Arnold with interest. "Yes Arnold" She said. "I just-". "Wow, long-time-no-chat. How are you doing? Any reason you called?" "Yes Arnold," she said. She sounded a little nervous. "I just wanted to tell you that... well... I, um..". "Come on Helga, you can tell me," Arnold asked gently. Helga sounded nervous, maybe even a little afraid. Silence. "Helga?". "I just wanted to say that-" "Yes?" "THAT YOU'RE A STUPID JERK, AND I HATE YOU! YOU STUPID FOOTBALL HEADED WIERDO! YOU IDIOT! DON'T EVER CALL ME AGAIN!" Helga yelled. What??? "But Helga, you're the one who called me-" Silence. She had hung up on him. Why am I still surprised? Arnold thought to himself. Whatever. He reached for Lila again. End of flashback.
What did she want to say? Arnold thought to himself. Now that he thought about it, he was sure Helga wanted to say something. But what? Maybe I'll ask her when I see her, he decided. As he turned around, finally giving up on finding Helga and retreating back to the entrance of the bar, he saw something that practically took his breath away. A beautiful girl. Not just any beautiful girl. A girl with natural beauty, someone who wasnt encrusted in pounds of makeup. Actually, she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her long, thick, straight hair flew slightly in the wind as she seemingly hurried out of the bar. Arnold just stood there, his mouth hanging open slightly. As he watched, the gir lwalked towards him, but of course, she didn't really see him. Arnold thought maybe he should say something to this gorgeous creature. Just as he was about to raise his hand in a small wave, he saw a jerk, standing at a little distance from him, leaning on a rail. "Hey sexy," the jerk drawled. "Ooooh, you'd be a good eyepopper in my bed. What say, you and me hop on my bike, and i show you some REAL pleasure?". "In your dreams," the girl snorted, still walking. The guy just walked in front of her, and grabbed her roughly by the arm. "Baby, I'm not askin'. I'm tellin'. Let a REAL man show you how to have some fun," he slurred. Arnold was getting mad now. He had to do something. "Hey asshole!" he yelled out. "Why don't you just get the fu-". Before he could finish, the girl had kicked the guy in the shin- hard. Then when the guy doubled over in pain, Helga reached up, (the guy was a good 6'4) and smashed her fist into the guy's jaw. Arnold was taken back by her strangth. For a delicate looking 16 year old, she sure was strong! The guy fell to his hands and knees on the floor, spitting out a tooth. Then he got up and walked, practically ran away. The people around them resumed their daily work and walked away. He was still in shock at what happened when the girl pushed her golden hair behind her ears and picked up her duffel bag. When she got up, she looked at him, since he was in front of her, and gasped. "Arnold?!" she asked softly. She knows me??? "Yes," he said, surprised myself. H stared into her light brown eyes, something about her strikingly familiar. But what? "Arnold, I...," she started. "HELGA?!" Arnold heard Phoebe scream. Helga? The girl turned around and shrieked. "Oh my God! Pheebs, is that YOU?!" The two friends ran towards each and hugged, jumping up and down. Helga? "I can't believe-". "Neither can I!". "I wasn't expecti-". "Me too!". "Oh god!". Behind Phoebe, Gerald stood at a little distance. He had the same expression on his face, except his mouth hung bigger than Arnold's. Still with that expression, he turned to look at Arnold. Helga? "Pheebs, I wanted to surprise you about me coming back, my dad told you?". "I know, and he told me that-".
Helga??
Like it so far guys? Tune in for chapter 4, when all four get together, and sparks start to fly between Arnold and Helga. But what will Helga do? Get all lovey dover, or play hard-to-get, just to get back at him for all those years unnoticed? R&R people! :)
"So, where is she?" Arnold asked Phoebe. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets, and puffed his cheeks full of air, before blowing it out slowly. All he could think about was their Health project. We really should be getting done with our work... I wish that Gerald could control his flirts for a little while so me and Phoebe could complete this before the deadline, he thought, looking at Gerald, a little irritated. He was his best friend and all, but that didn't mean he couldn't get on his nerves. Gerald looked back at Arnold, and grinned widely as if reading his mind. He wrapped his arms around tiny Phoebe's waist and said, in a loud dramatic whisper, "No need to get jealous, Arnold my man. Just 'cuz I got a girl like Phoebe with me, and you have none, don't mean you gotta bitch with people like that. Ain't my fault if I got girls after me and you don't," he said, winking at Arnold. Arnold had to laugh at this. Man, Gerald was just too much. Phoebe looked as if she might burst out with excitement. She barely acknowledged Gerald's arms around her. "This is exhilerating. Won't Helga be surprised when she finds us instead of her parents?" Phoebe gushed. Arnold smiled. He knew how close she and Helga were. "Well, I don't see her anywhere," he said, looking around hime again. "If we're lucky, maybe the train crashed," Gerald mumbled. Phoebe just glared at him until he mumbled an apology. Arnold chuckled. "It's 11:55. Where could she be?" Phoebe asked, squinting to see the last few passengers getting out of the train. "Maybe she just got tired of waiting and left," Arnold suggested. "Or maybe she just- never mind." Gerald stopped after he got another look from Phoebe. "How about if we split up? We can go look for her, and that would probably be the fastest way. We'll meet up back here, infront of the bar, in 15 minutes. Sounds good?" "That's a great idea," Phoebe exclaimed. "Yeah, cool one man," Gerald cut in. "You look around here, while I take Phoebe and go around the back. To look for Helga of course," Gerald said, with a wink to Arnold. Arnold just roleld his eyes with a smile. That Gerald. "'K, meet here in 15!" Arnold called to the other two, who were already sprinting to the other side. Arnold jogged slowly away from the entrance of the bar, to the area where the passengers climbed into the train (whatever, lol). Nope, no sign. He stood there for a few seconds. He felt a tiny wave of nostalgia fianlly hitting him. Helga. He almost felt something for Helga. Just before she left, he was starting to get fond of her. The way she'd throw spitballs at him, called him football head. He was growing used to it too. But when she left, he really didn't feel so sad about it. Why would he? His bully was leaving. Only after a few days did he start to miss those spitballs. He almost forgot about her too. Until two years ago...
Flashback. A 15 year old Arnold lay on top of a 14 year old Lila, making out passionately. The annoying ring of the phone next to him sounded shrilly. Moving away, he exhaled his annoyance and reached for the phone. Lila pulled his face back down to hers with her hands. "Oh Arnold, just leave it alone. We're having oh so much fun," Lila whispered kissing him again. Arnold almost gave in. With a smile, he broke the kiss. "I know Lila, but I better get that. It could be important," Arnold said, picking up the phone. "Oh, fine!" Lila spat and got up from the bed, straightening out her clothes. Rolling his eyes, a little annoyed at Lila's behavior, he said "Hello?", a little breathless from the make-out session. No answer. "Hello?" he repeated. Silence. Just as he was about to hang up, a familiar female voice said simply, "Arnold". "Yes, this is Arnold. Who is it?" "I.. um.. it's me," said the girl. "Well, me who?" he asked, a little irritated (this isn't one of those knock knock jokes). "It's me. Helga." "Wh.. Helga? Helga Pataki?" he asked, a little surprised. He noticed Lila looking at Arnold with interest. "Yes Arnold" She said. "I just-". "Wow, long-time-no-chat. How are you doing? Any reason you called?" "Yes Arnold," she said. She sounded a little nervous. "I just wanted to tell you that... well... I, um..". "Come on Helga, you can tell me," Arnold asked gently. Helga sounded nervous, maybe even a little afraid. Silence. "Helga?". "I just wanted to say that-" "Yes?" "THAT YOU'RE A STUPID JERK, AND I HATE YOU! YOU STUPID FOOTBALL HEADED WIERDO! YOU IDIOT! DON'T EVER CALL ME AGAIN!" Helga yelled. What??? "But Helga, you're the one who called me-" Silence. She had hung up on him. Why am I still surprised? Arnold thought to himself. Whatever. He reached for Lila again. End of flashback.
What did she want to say? Arnold thought to himself. Now that he thought about it, he was sure Helga wanted to say something. But what? Maybe I'll ask her when I see her, he decided. As he turned around, finally giving up on finding Helga and retreating back to the entrance of the bar, he saw something that practically took his breath away. A beautiful girl. Not just any beautiful girl. A girl with natural beauty, someone who wasnt encrusted in pounds of makeup. Actually, she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her long, thick, straight hair flew slightly in the wind as she seemingly hurried out of the bar. Arnold just stood there, his mouth hanging open slightly. As he watched, the gir lwalked towards him, but of course, she didn't really see him. Arnold thought maybe he should say something to this gorgeous creature. Just as he was about to raise his hand in a small wave, he saw a jerk, standing at a little distance from him, leaning on a rail. "Hey sexy," the jerk drawled. "Ooooh, you'd be a good eyepopper in my bed. What say, you and me hop on my bike, and i show you some REAL pleasure?". "In your dreams," the girl snorted, still walking. The guy just walked in front of her, and grabbed her roughly by the arm. "Baby, I'm not askin'. I'm tellin'. Let a REAL man show you how to have some fun," he slurred. Arnold was getting mad now. He had to do something. "Hey asshole!" he yelled out. "Why don't you just get the fu-". Before he could finish, the girl had kicked the guy in the shin- hard. Then when the guy doubled over in pain, Helga reached up, (the guy was a good 6'4) and smashed her fist into the guy's jaw. Arnold was taken back by her strangth. For a delicate looking 16 year old, she sure was strong! The guy fell to his hands and knees on the floor, spitting out a tooth. Then he got up and walked, practically ran away. The people around them resumed their daily work and walked away. He was still in shock at what happened when the girl pushed her golden hair behind her ears and picked up her duffel bag. When she got up, she looked at him, since he was in front of her, and gasped. "Arnold?!" she asked softly. She knows me??? "Yes," he said, surprised myself. H stared into her light brown eyes, something about her strikingly familiar. But what? "Arnold, I...," she started. "HELGA?!" Arnold heard Phoebe scream. Helga? The girl turned around and shrieked. "Oh my God! Pheebs, is that YOU?!" The two friends ran towards each and hugged, jumping up and down. Helga? "I can't believe-". "Neither can I!". "I wasn't expecti-". "Me too!". "Oh god!". Behind Phoebe, Gerald stood at a little distance. He had the same expression on his face, except his mouth hung bigger than Arnold's. Still with that expression, he turned to look at Arnold. Helga? "Pheebs, I wanted to surprise you about me coming back, my dad told you?". "I know, and he told me that-".
Helga??
Like it so far guys? Tune in for chapter 4, when all four get together, and sparks start to fly between Arnold and Helga. But what will Helga do? Get all lovey dover, or play hard-to-get, just to get back at him for all those years unnoticed? R&R people! :)