Me-no-own-Hey Arnold! Lalalala...
The ride back to Phoebe's in Arnold's car was a quiet one for Helga. Most of the time, Gerald and Phoebe did most of the talking. Well, flirting was more like it. They sure make a cute couple, Helga thought. Gerald sat up front while Phoebe and Helga sat in the backseat. Phoebe and Gerald filled Helga in on the six years she'd missed. Gerald still didn't like Helga much, but at least she was a little tolerable. He was willing to treat her like a real human being- for Phoebe's sake. Arnold would talk a little while keeping his eyes on the road. Every now and then he would glance at Helga through his rearview mirror. Helga would notice him and blush slightly, looking out the window for a while.
Oh my sweet, sweet Arnold, how you've changed, Helga thought to herself. After she'd slugged that asshole good, and bent down to pick up her bag, she got up, staring straight into her beloved's eyes. The way Arnold's emerald green eyes, locked onto her face, as if recognizing, but still not being able to quite place the person he was seeing. And that shirt! She'd meant to compliment how the teal color offsetted the emerald sparkle in his eyes. But she couldn't. She never could. Why Helga, why, she wailed. Facing back to the front, she noticed Arnold looking at her through the little mirror again. This time she scowled. He quickly averted his gaze, a light blush creeping up his neck.
When they finally got to Phoebe's place, the gang walked up the stairs and into the kitchen straight. Helga swung open the fridge for a drink, peering inside. "Pheebs, don't you got anything other than diet stuff?" Helga called out to her friend who was still in the den.
"I think we've got some sweetened iced tea in the back Helga!".
"Hmmm. Guess that'll have to do for now. Hey footballhead, want some?" she said after sipping a little.
"Nah, I don't care much for iced tea," he said, sitting on one of the chairs, and sorting out some construction papers. Helga hoisted herself up on the counter, looking at Arnold. He's so handsome... who could have thought this sweet loveable football headed kid would turn into such a hottie? "So, how did you like Vermont?" Arnold asked, not looking up.
"It was ok, kind of cold, but hey, I like the cold. Nice people. I liked it there. The best part was, no football headed geeks," Helga said. Shut up, you idiot, she scolded herself. Arnold looked up at her and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Helga.".
She jumped down from the counter and walked over to Arnold. Just being near him gave her goose bumps. She leaned at the back of his chair, getting the chance to inhale the shampoo he used. Wow, he smells so good! "So whatcha doing?".
"Just working on a project for Health." Helga moved infront of him and with her arms pushed herself on top of the table. She bent down a little to see the picture of what looked like a lung Arnold was drawing.
He is such an artist, thought Helga, admiring his work. Just compliment him, will you? "Nice picture Arnold. What's it supposed to be? A big giant brown blob?" Helga guffawed. At that, she bit her tongue.
"You know what Hel-" Arnold looked up, angry. He hadn't noticed Helga sitting in front of him on the table, and when he did, he found himself staring right at her chest. She was leaning forward slightly and that revealed a hint of cleavage. His comeback died in his throat. Look away, moron! he mentally chided himself. He was still staring at her... assets, when Helga looked at him and caught him staring!
"Stop staring at me you little pervert!" she said, a little too loudly. Her hand automatically flew up to cover the top of her shirt.
Arnold was completely flustered. "Well if you hadn't parked your butt next to my project and leaned your 'stuff' directly in my face, maybe I would have!" he shouted back.
Helga's mouth dropped open. Who could have thought Arnold would ever fight back to me? He was actually staring.... snap out of it Helga! She jumped off the table and in doing so, her hand accidentally knocked down the bottle of iced tea that was on the table.
Oh my...
Arnold got up so fast he knocked the chair over. There it was, a huge wet spot on his, uh, privates. His eyes almost popped out of his head. "What the...!".
She couldn't help it. It happened so suddenly and Helga just burst out laughing.
At Arnold's outburst, Phoebe and Helga rushed into the kitchen (wonder what they were doing in the den so long ;) ). Arnold's face was flushed with anger and embarassment. Phoebe too turned a little red in the face but couldn't help grinning. Gerald doubled over in laughter. "Arnold, that was quite an accident. Man, couldn't you have held it in till you reached the bathroom?"
"Shut up, Gerald! You KNOW it was iced tea!" Arnold bellowed. "And you!" he said, looking at Helga. "I know you did it on purpose!".
"I did not!" Helga yelled back. "Not MY fault football head is so clumsy!".
"Hey, you were the one who spilled it!".
"Oh, so now it's my fault?! That does it. I don't need to stick around for Hair-boy to blame his "accidents" on me!" Helga grabbed her sweater and duffel bag. "I'll call you tonight, Phoebe," she called lightly, as if nothing had happened.
"Ok Helga, bye!" Phoebe said, giggling.
"I don't believe her! Why does she always have to go around picking on me?" Arnold said, in a resigned voice.
Phoebe smiled at the comment while tearing a couple of napkins for Arnold and cleaning the mess on the floor. After all, she was the only one who knew why (we don't count).
Chapter 6. Next chapter, Helga goes to school.
The ride back to Phoebe's in Arnold's car was a quiet one for Helga. Most of the time, Gerald and Phoebe did most of the talking. Well, flirting was more like it. They sure make a cute couple, Helga thought. Gerald sat up front while Phoebe and Helga sat in the backseat. Phoebe and Gerald filled Helga in on the six years she'd missed. Gerald still didn't like Helga much, but at least she was a little tolerable. He was willing to treat her like a real human being- for Phoebe's sake. Arnold would talk a little while keeping his eyes on the road. Every now and then he would glance at Helga through his rearview mirror. Helga would notice him and blush slightly, looking out the window for a while.
Oh my sweet, sweet Arnold, how you've changed, Helga thought to herself. After she'd slugged that asshole good, and bent down to pick up her bag, she got up, staring straight into her beloved's eyes. The way Arnold's emerald green eyes, locked onto her face, as if recognizing, but still not being able to quite place the person he was seeing. And that shirt! She'd meant to compliment how the teal color offsetted the emerald sparkle in his eyes. But she couldn't. She never could. Why Helga, why, she wailed. Facing back to the front, she noticed Arnold looking at her through the little mirror again. This time she scowled. He quickly averted his gaze, a light blush creeping up his neck.
When they finally got to Phoebe's place, the gang walked up the stairs and into the kitchen straight. Helga swung open the fridge for a drink, peering inside. "Pheebs, don't you got anything other than diet stuff?" Helga called out to her friend who was still in the den.
"I think we've got some sweetened iced tea in the back Helga!".
"Hmmm. Guess that'll have to do for now. Hey footballhead, want some?" she said after sipping a little.
"Nah, I don't care much for iced tea," he said, sitting on one of the chairs, and sorting out some construction papers. Helga hoisted herself up on the counter, looking at Arnold. He's so handsome... who could have thought this sweet loveable football headed kid would turn into such a hottie? "So, how did you like Vermont?" Arnold asked, not looking up.
"It was ok, kind of cold, but hey, I like the cold. Nice people. I liked it there. The best part was, no football headed geeks," Helga said. Shut up, you idiot, she scolded herself. Arnold looked up at her and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Helga.".
She jumped down from the counter and walked over to Arnold. Just being near him gave her goose bumps. She leaned at the back of his chair, getting the chance to inhale the shampoo he used. Wow, he smells so good! "So whatcha doing?".
"Just working on a project for Health." Helga moved infront of him and with her arms pushed herself on top of the table. She bent down a little to see the picture of what looked like a lung Arnold was drawing.
He is such an artist, thought Helga, admiring his work. Just compliment him, will you? "Nice picture Arnold. What's it supposed to be? A big giant brown blob?" Helga guffawed. At that, she bit her tongue.
"You know what Hel-" Arnold looked up, angry. He hadn't noticed Helga sitting in front of him on the table, and when he did, he found himself staring right at her chest. She was leaning forward slightly and that revealed a hint of cleavage. His comeback died in his throat. Look away, moron! he mentally chided himself. He was still staring at her... assets, when Helga looked at him and caught him staring!
"Stop staring at me you little pervert!" she said, a little too loudly. Her hand automatically flew up to cover the top of her shirt.
Arnold was completely flustered. "Well if you hadn't parked your butt next to my project and leaned your 'stuff' directly in my face, maybe I would have!" he shouted back.
Helga's mouth dropped open. Who could have thought Arnold would ever fight back to me? He was actually staring.... snap out of it Helga! She jumped off the table and in doing so, her hand accidentally knocked down the bottle of iced tea that was on the table.
Oh my...
Arnold got up so fast he knocked the chair over. There it was, a huge wet spot on his, uh, privates. His eyes almost popped out of his head. "What the...!".
She couldn't help it. It happened so suddenly and Helga just burst out laughing.
At Arnold's outburst, Phoebe and Helga rushed into the kitchen (wonder what they were doing in the den so long ;) ). Arnold's face was flushed with anger and embarassment. Phoebe too turned a little red in the face but couldn't help grinning. Gerald doubled over in laughter. "Arnold, that was quite an accident. Man, couldn't you have held it in till you reached the bathroom?"
"Shut up, Gerald! You KNOW it was iced tea!" Arnold bellowed. "And you!" he said, looking at Helga. "I know you did it on purpose!".
"I did not!" Helga yelled back. "Not MY fault football head is so clumsy!".
"Hey, you were the one who spilled it!".
"Oh, so now it's my fault?! That does it. I don't need to stick around for Hair-boy to blame his "accidents" on me!" Helga grabbed her sweater and duffel bag. "I'll call you tonight, Phoebe," she called lightly, as if nothing had happened.
"Ok Helga, bye!" Phoebe said, giggling.
"I don't believe her! Why does she always have to go around picking on me?" Arnold said, in a resigned voice.
Phoebe smiled at the comment while tearing a couple of napkins for Arnold and cleaning the mess on the floor. After all, she was the only one who knew why (we don't count).
Chapter 6. Next chapter, Helga goes to school.