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Perfect? By: Lee-Kagome
Helga woke up slowly and content, it was the first time she had woken up this way in years, it felt good. Opening her eyes she froze in shock her eyes darting around the room rapidly while her mind raced wondering why the hell she was in Arnold's room, slowly the answer came to her and she relaxed some. 'I remember now, I came here last night after Bob hit me...Holy crap! I totally broke down, me Helga G. Pataki and Arnold saw me, great there goes my rep.' She thought pissed off at herself for letting go like that.
She looked up when the door opened to reveal Arnold with a tray of food in his hands, he was still wearing his pajama bottoms and an undershirt that did nothing no hide his now very chiseled chest. She almost started drooling, as she looked him up and down praying silently that this wasn't some wonderful dream she was having. He smiled, "Your awake, good I brought you up some breakfast, grandma told me to say hello to Elenor.." He looked amused. Helga chuckled tearing her eyes away from him to look at her hands, the old woman would always refer to her as Elenor Roosevelt.
Sitting down on the end of his bed he put the tray of food on her lap and watched her eat hungrily. 'I wonder when she last ate' he thought. When she was done she sat the tray aside, he looked at her concerned. "Helga...tell me what happend to you last night, where did you get those bruises?"
She turned her head, 'I want to tell him, so why am I hesitating?' "Last night?" She replied after a moment. Scowling she turned towards him "I don't have to tell you anything football head!" She said shortly, her defensive attitude back. He frowned, she was acting nice and normal before why did she have to go into defensive mode. "You do have to tell me Helga, you ran to me, I let you in my home, you cried in my arms and slept in my bed, so I think you do." He said firmly, his gray eyes steeled against the verbal assault he knew was to come.
Her blue eyes flashed angrily, how dare he bring up her crying to use against her. "Listen football head, I don't have to tell you a damn thing! And don't you ever use me crying against me, I don't cry and just because something like Bob slapping me made me cry once don't count on seeing it again!" She yelled, then it dawned on her that she had told what happened and she felt like slapping herself. 'Crimeny Helga! You moron you just told what happened.' She glared at him then looked down at her hands flushing embarrased.
He gasped, Bob hit her?! He was not expecting that. If he hit her then he most likely gave her the bruise on her shoulder. He stood up suddenly startling her, she looked at him wondering what he was doing. Arnold paced the room, he had the sudden urge to break something prefferably big Bob's neck, 'I can't let her go back there!' He stopped pacing and looked at her his mind made up. "Helga I think that you shoud stay here...well not in my room" he said quickly. "In the bording house, I'll go talk to grandpa, I'm sure he'll let you stay."
She stared at him disbeleiving, "You mean that I'll be able to stay...?" she asked slowly as small smile started spreading across her face. He nodded, and felt some of the tension ease from his shoulders. "Do you, wanna change? Those are the clothes that you were wearing yesterday at school?" She nodded and got up and walked over to her suitcase. "You can go take a shower if you want it's down the hall and-" "On the left hand side, I know."
He raised a curious eyebrow, and for the second time that morning she felt like slapping herself. "I-I...uh remeber passing it last night?" She offered sheepishly. He smiled and shook his head, "Well you know where it is, you can shower and get dressed and then come to the living room I'll go talk to my grandpa." She nodded as he left the room taking a second to admire his nice butt. "Well Helga ol' girl your in Arnold's room and he knows it, and he's offering to let me stay in the boarding house...I swear if this is a dream there will be hell to pay for whoever wakes me up." She said outloud smiling to herself, she took out the clothes she was going to wear and headed down to the bathroom happy that she was the only one there at the moment.
Discarding her clothes she hopped into the shower and started humming a tune to herslef as she lathered her body and hair wincing as she ran her hand over the spot on her shoulder where Bob had grabbed her. Slowly her humming turned into singing, she was singing the new song by Clay Aiken "Invisible"
Whatcha' doin' tonight
I wish I could be a fly on your wall
Are you really alone
Still in your dreams
Why can't I bring you into my life
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
'Well I'd be the smartest girl' She thought as she sang louder.
I saw your face in the crowd
I called out your name
You don't hear a sound
I keep tracing your steps
Each move that you make
Wish I could read what goes through your mind
Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I can just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
I reach out
But you don't even see me
Even when I'm scream out
Baby, you don't hear me
I am nothing without you
Just a shadow passing through...
[Repeat Chorus]
She smiled and finished washing all the soap and shampoo off of herself and stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel and then wrapped her hair in a towel. Grabbing the lotion she began to rub herself down.
While she was doing all that Arnold was thingking about how to talk to his grandpa about Helga. He walked into the kitchen where he was sitting reading the paper, he looked up and smiled seeing Arnold. "Good mornin' short man what's up?" Arnold took a deep breath, "Um..hey grandpa, I have to ask you something...you know that room that we haven't been able to rent?" Phil nodded, he'd been trying to get someone to take it for a few months "Yea, what about it"
"Well I have someone who would like it." Phil's face lit up "Really short man who is it?" Arnold hesitated for a second before he told him, "It's Helga, she came here last night after her dad slapped her and I don't think it would be safe to let her go back home." Phil looked a little surprised at who he suggested but looked more surprised at the fact that Bob had hit her. "You mean that little girl with the one eyebrow who used to always make fun of you? Big Bob hit her?" Arnold nodded, and Phil stroked his chin as he thought it over, Gertie walked into the room smiling, "Let Elenore stay, after all she is the first lady."
Phil rolled his eyes, at her remark and sighed, "All right, she can have the room but she will have to pay rent like everyone else in here" Arnold smiled, he was happy that she would stay..'but why? Why am I so happy that she is going to stay?' He wondered a little puzzled.
Meanwhile Helga had her panties and bra on and set to work drying her hair. She smiled happily her hair was curling slightly and was extreemly soft, when she was done she put on a jean skirt that came to about mid thigh and then slipped into a cream colored shirt that billowed out at the sleeves, she smirked at her reflection and did her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head with a pink scrunchi, a few tendrils of hair fell to frame her face. Finally done in the bathroom, she opened the door to reveal Arnold who was just about to knock.
He stood there staring at her with his mouth opened slightly, his eyes roamed up and down her body, the skirt and her shirt did nothing to hide her figure, on the contrary it defined them more, and her hair it looked so soft. Slowly he reached out to the lock of hair that fell in front of her face, he tucked it behind her ear, when he relised what he did he jerked his hand back and blushed. Helga just stood there shocked at his actions and felt a tingling sensation all over her scalp. Arnold rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from her, "Um, grandpa said you could stay, if you want I'll help you clean it out today.." He said finally looking back at her.
She nodded "Sure, I'll change into something different, don't wanna get this dirty." She said akwardly, "Right, well I'll go and let you change and I'll get dressed." He left quickly and went up to his room wondering what possesed him to do what he just did.
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Perfect? By: Lee-Kagome
Helga woke up slowly and content, it was the first time she had woken up this way in years, it felt good. Opening her eyes she froze in shock her eyes darting around the room rapidly while her mind raced wondering why the hell she was in Arnold's room, slowly the answer came to her and she relaxed some. 'I remember now, I came here last night after Bob hit me...Holy crap! I totally broke down, me Helga G. Pataki and Arnold saw me, great there goes my rep.' She thought pissed off at herself for letting go like that.
She looked up when the door opened to reveal Arnold with a tray of food in his hands, he was still wearing his pajama bottoms and an undershirt that did nothing no hide his now very chiseled chest. She almost started drooling, as she looked him up and down praying silently that this wasn't some wonderful dream she was having. He smiled, "Your awake, good I brought you up some breakfast, grandma told me to say hello to Elenor.." He looked amused. Helga chuckled tearing her eyes away from him to look at her hands, the old woman would always refer to her as Elenor Roosevelt.
Sitting down on the end of his bed he put the tray of food on her lap and watched her eat hungrily. 'I wonder when she last ate' he thought. When she was done she sat the tray aside, he looked at her concerned. "Helga...tell me what happend to you last night, where did you get those bruises?"
She turned her head, 'I want to tell him, so why am I hesitating?' "Last night?" She replied after a moment. Scowling she turned towards him "I don't have to tell you anything football head!" She said shortly, her defensive attitude back. He frowned, she was acting nice and normal before why did she have to go into defensive mode. "You do have to tell me Helga, you ran to me, I let you in my home, you cried in my arms and slept in my bed, so I think you do." He said firmly, his gray eyes steeled against the verbal assault he knew was to come.
Her blue eyes flashed angrily, how dare he bring up her crying to use against her. "Listen football head, I don't have to tell you a damn thing! And don't you ever use me crying against me, I don't cry and just because something like Bob slapping me made me cry once don't count on seeing it again!" She yelled, then it dawned on her that she had told what happened and she felt like slapping herself. 'Crimeny Helga! You moron you just told what happened.' She glared at him then looked down at her hands flushing embarrased.
He gasped, Bob hit her?! He was not expecting that. If he hit her then he most likely gave her the bruise on her shoulder. He stood up suddenly startling her, she looked at him wondering what he was doing. Arnold paced the room, he had the sudden urge to break something prefferably big Bob's neck, 'I can't let her go back there!' He stopped pacing and looked at her his mind made up. "Helga I think that you shoud stay here...well not in my room" he said quickly. "In the bording house, I'll go talk to grandpa, I'm sure he'll let you stay."
She stared at him disbeleiving, "You mean that I'll be able to stay...?" she asked slowly as small smile started spreading across her face. He nodded, and felt some of the tension ease from his shoulders. "Do you, wanna change? Those are the clothes that you were wearing yesterday at school?" She nodded and got up and walked over to her suitcase. "You can go take a shower if you want it's down the hall and-" "On the left hand side, I know."
He raised a curious eyebrow, and for the second time that morning she felt like slapping herself. "I-I...uh remeber passing it last night?" She offered sheepishly. He smiled and shook his head, "Well you know where it is, you can shower and get dressed and then come to the living room I'll go talk to my grandpa." She nodded as he left the room taking a second to admire his nice butt. "Well Helga ol' girl your in Arnold's room and he knows it, and he's offering to let me stay in the boarding house...I swear if this is a dream there will be hell to pay for whoever wakes me up." She said outloud smiling to herself, she took out the clothes she was going to wear and headed down to the bathroom happy that she was the only one there at the moment.
Discarding her clothes she hopped into the shower and started humming a tune to herslef as she lathered her body and hair wincing as she ran her hand over the spot on her shoulder where Bob had grabbed her. Slowly her humming turned into singing, she was singing the new song by Clay Aiken "Invisible"
Whatcha' doin' tonight
I wish I could be a fly on your wall
Are you really alone
Still in your dreams
Why can't I bring you into my life
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
'Well I'd be the smartest girl' She thought as she sang louder.
I saw your face in the crowd
I called out your name
You don't hear a sound
I keep tracing your steps
Each move that you make
Wish I could read what goes through your mind
Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life
[Chorus]
If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I can just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)
I reach out
But you don't even see me
Even when I'm scream out
Baby, you don't hear me
I am nothing without you
Just a shadow passing through...
[Repeat Chorus]
She smiled and finished washing all the soap and shampoo off of herself and stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel and then wrapped her hair in a towel. Grabbing the lotion she began to rub herself down.
While she was doing all that Arnold was thingking about how to talk to his grandpa about Helga. He walked into the kitchen where he was sitting reading the paper, he looked up and smiled seeing Arnold. "Good mornin' short man what's up?" Arnold took a deep breath, "Um..hey grandpa, I have to ask you something...you know that room that we haven't been able to rent?" Phil nodded, he'd been trying to get someone to take it for a few months "Yea, what about it"
"Well I have someone who would like it." Phil's face lit up "Really short man who is it?" Arnold hesitated for a second before he told him, "It's Helga, she came here last night after her dad slapped her and I don't think it would be safe to let her go back home." Phil looked a little surprised at who he suggested but looked more surprised at the fact that Bob had hit her. "You mean that little girl with the one eyebrow who used to always make fun of you? Big Bob hit her?" Arnold nodded, and Phil stroked his chin as he thought it over, Gertie walked into the room smiling, "Let Elenore stay, after all she is the first lady."
Phil rolled his eyes, at her remark and sighed, "All right, she can have the room but she will have to pay rent like everyone else in here" Arnold smiled, he was happy that she would stay..'but why? Why am I so happy that she is going to stay?' He wondered a little puzzled.
Meanwhile Helga had her panties and bra on and set to work drying her hair. She smiled happily her hair was curling slightly and was extreemly soft, when she was done she put on a jean skirt that came to about mid thigh and then slipped into a cream colored shirt that billowed out at the sleeves, she smirked at her reflection and did her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head with a pink scrunchi, a few tendrils of hair fell to frame her face. Finally done in the bathroom, she opened the door to reveal Arnold who was just about to knock.
He stood there staring at her with his mouth opened slightly, his eyes roamed up and down her body, the skirt and her shirt did nothing to hide her figure, on the contrary it defined them more, and her hair it looked so soft. Slowly he reached out to the lock of hair that fell in front of her face, he tucked it behind her ear, when he relised what he did he jerked his hand back and blushed. Helga just stood there shocked at his actions and felt a tingling sensation all over her scalp. Arnold rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from her, "Um, grandpa said you could stay, if you want I'll help you clean it out today.." He said finally looking back at her.
She nodded "Sure, I'll change into something different, don't wanna get this dirty." She said akwardly, "Right, well I'll go and let you change and I'll get dressed." He left quickly and went up to his room wondering what possesed him to do what he just did.
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