I do not own Hey Arnold! Ok, that's done.
Helga? "I can't believe Bob never came to pick me up. Wait a second, why am I even surprised?" Helga seethed, talking to Phoebe, her back towards Arnold. "But my dad didn't even remember my coming back was a surprise to you, Phoebe! He just forgot the whole thing, as usual, and called you?".
This can't be helga, Arnold thought. She's... she's so beautiful. She looks so innocent...
"Yes Helga. Mr Pataki apparently had some important business to attend to," Phoebe said. Helga just snorted softly. "Looks like I surprised you instead, Helga." Phoebe smiled.
"I'm so glad to be back Pheebs. I missed you. Even the losers," Helga said, sticking her thumb back at Arnold, then pointing her finger to Gerald. She lowered her neck to the side, looking up into Gerald's face, who still stood behind Phoebe. "Hey Geraldo, how's it doing? Too bad I can't call you tall hair boy anymore," she said with a smirk.
"Nice to see you too Helga," Gerald said in a fake syrupy sweet voice. "Not," he mumbled under his breath, his voice inaudible to the others. Even though he admitted Helga looked really sweet, there was no telling if she had really changed from being a bully. He didn't want to find out.
Tossing her hair behind her shoulder, she finally turned around to look at Arnold. Arnold drank in her loveliness. She looked absolutely radiant in old jean capris and a peach-colored spaghetti strap top, with a white sweater tied around her waist, and an old pair of sneakers. "Hey Helga," he said. This is unbelievable. Her face isn't even contorted in disgust the way it used to be when she was being mean. Maybe she did change. She really is beautiful, he thought with a silent sigh.
Helga smirked. "Hey football head, how's it going?" Helga asked with a laugh.
Nope, same old Helga.
Before he could answer, she continued, "And what's with the shirt? Is it dress down day or something?". She laughed louder.
He almost wished he had worn something better. Almost.
"Look who's talking Helga. Look's like a few years in Vermont with your aunt didn't actually show you how to act more lady-like," Arnold said, smirking himself. Helga's eyes just widened. O yeah, Helga, This time, I won't let anything you say get to me.
"Hey football head, I-".
"Helga, let's go to my place," Phoebe cut in, before Helga could bash my brains out. "Me and Arnold are doing a project for our Health class, and he wants to finish it by tomorrow".
"A project? Already? Criminey Phoebe, it's been only 2 weeks since school started!" Helga exclaimed.
"If you're lucky, you'd probably get somebody else for Health, but I doubt it. We have just two Health teachers, and there appears to be a high possibility that you might get hi-".
"Yeah, yeah Pheebs, let's get a move on already." Helga said, laughing lightly. "Coming Geraldo?" she looked back at Gerald.
"The name's Gerald. G-E-R-A-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What about you footballhead?"
"It's my car Helga".
"Oh great, he'd probably still have his grandpa's old Packard. Geez, didn't it broke down already? I am not getting into that dirty, filthy ratty old car," Helga said, somewhat arrogantly.
"What's the matter, Helga? Afraid you'd mess up your pretty little outfit?" Arnold snickered.
For a minute, Helga stood there staring at Arnold. A few seconds passed by. It felt like a staring contest, with the loser being the first one to look away. Helga thought of a scathing comeback, but when she looked at the small smirk creeping at the corner of Arnold lip, she blushed and looked away. Pataki, you're losing your fierceness, she mentally scolded herself. She grabbed Phoebe by the arm and practically dragged her towards the parking lot., where she could see Arnold's car in the distance.
Arnold found himself smiling like a doofus, staring after the girls who had started talking animatedly again. Gerald came up from behind and slightly pushed Arnold's arm. "Hey man, whatcha lookin' at? Man that Helga Pataki, sure grew into a hot woman. But hey, I'm stickin' to my sweet Phoebe. Look's like you'll have a bad headache all two years, Arnold. Hey Arnold, when we get back to Phoebe's do you think she'll....".
Arnold tuned out Gerald as he looked at Helga's back, still half smirking, half smiling. Au contraire, Gerald, Arnold thought mischeviously. I think it'll be a fun two years.
Helga? "I can't believe Bob never came to pick me up. Wait a second, why am I even surprised?" Helga seethed, talking to Phoebe, her back towards Arnold. "But my dad didn't even remember my coming back was a surprise to you, Phoebe! He just forgot the whole thing, as usual, and called you?".
This can't be helga, Arnold thought. She's... she's so beautiful. She looks so innocent...
"Yes Helga. Mr Pataki apparently had some important business to attend to," Phoebe said. Helga just snorted softly. "Looks like I surprised you instead, Helga." Phoebe smiled.
"I'm so glad to be back Pheebs. I missed you. Even the losers," Helga said, sticking her thumb back at Arnold, then pointing her finger to Gerald. She lowered her neck to the side, looking up into Gerald's face, who still stood behind Phoebe. "Hey Geraldo, how's it doing? Too bad I can't call you tall hair boy anymore," she said with a smirk.
"Nice to see you too Helga," Gerald said in a fake syrupy sweet voice. "Not," he mumbled under his breath, his voice inaudible to the others. Even though he admitted Helga looked really sweet, there was no telling if she had really changed from being a bully. He didn't want to find out.
Tossing her hair behind her shoulder, she finally turned around to look at Arnold. Arnold drank in her loveliness. She looked absolutely radiant in old jean capris and a peach-colored spaghetti strap top, with a white sweater tied around her waist, and an old pair of sneakers. "Hey Helga," he said. This is unbelievable. Her face isn't even contorted in disgust the way it used to be when she was being mean. Maybe she did change. She really is beautiful, he thought with a silent sigh.
Helga smirked. "Hey football head, how's it going?" Helga asked with a laugh.
Nope, same old Helga.
Before he could answer, she continued, "And what's with the shirt? Is it dress down day or something?". She laughed louder.
He almost wished he had worn something better. Almost.
"Look who's talking Helga. Look's like a few years in Vermont with your aunt didn't actually show you how to act more lady-like," Arnold said, smirking himself. Helga's eyes just widened. O yeah, Helga, This time, I won't let anything you say get to me.
"Hey football head, I-".
"Helga, let's go to my place," Phoebe cut in, before Helga could bash my brains out. "Me and Arnold are doing a project for our Health class, and he wants to finish it by tomorrow".
"A project? Already? Criminey Phoebe, it's been only 2 weeks since school started!" Helga exclaimed.
"If you're lucky, you'd probably get somebody else for Health, but I doubt it. We have just two Health teachers, and there appears to be a high possibility that you might get hi-".
"Yeah, yeah Pheebs, let's get a move on already." Helga said, laughing lightly. "Coming Geraldo?" she looked back at Gerald.
"The name's Gerald. G-E-R-A-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What about you footballhead?"
"It's my car Helga".
"Oh great, he'd probably still have his grandpa's old Packard. Geez, didn't it broke down already? I am not getting into that dirty, filthy ratty old car," Helga said, somewhat arrogantly.
"What's the matter, Helga? Afraid you'd mess up your pretty little outfit?" Arnold snickered.
For a minute, Helga stood there staring at Arnold. A few seconds passed by. It felt like a staring contest, with the loser being the first one to look away. Helga thought of a scathing comeback, but when she looked at the small smirk creeping at the corner of Arnold lip, she blushed and looked away. Pataki, you're losing your fierceness, she mentally scolded herself. She grabbed Phoebe by the arm and practically dragged her towards the parking lot., where she could see Arnold's car in the distance.
Arnold found himself smiling like a doofus, staring after the girls who had started talking animatedly again. Gerald came up from behind and slightly pushed Arnold's arm. "Hey man, whatcha lookin' at? Man that Helga Pataki, sure grew into a hot woman. But hey, I'm stickin' to my sweet Phoebe. Look's like you'll have a bad headache all two years, Arnold. Hey Arnold, when we get back to Phoebe's do you think she'll....".
Arnold tuned out Gerald as he looked at Helga's back, still half smirking, half smiling. Au contraire, Gerald, Arnold thought mischeviously. I think it'll be a fun two years.