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Originally this chapter was about The Party. That will kick off some new story lines, and make HEAT a little faster. But it came out the introduction for that, is too long, so I cut it into two chapters. So this is still one of the slower chapters. The last of one, if everything goes a planed. These damn teenagers just talkin' way too much. :)
"HELGA'S NEW GUY"
This is the end of an era. Arnold knew that, Helga knew that, and even the forces of nature seemed to know that, because within seven minutes the hot, windy summer night turned into a horrible storm. It really reflected Arnold's state of mind. As he entered the house with his weird looking wet hair, with the voice of thunder, he scared the others pretty much.
"Did you find her?" - Sid asked.
"Yep." - Arnold answered.
"So the two of you are... together?"
"No." - he said with a grim expression. Rhonda looked shocked.
"Okay, it was nice to know you guys. I'll go packing, I have to leave the country." - she said as she stood up.
"What are you talking about?" - Harold asked.
"Pataki knows I told Arnold, and still they're not together. I'm a dead gal walking!"
"She don't know that I know. And I want it to stay that way." - Arnold said as he sat down.
"Dude, what happened?" - Gerald asked.
"Are you alright honey?" - there was real worry in Rhonda's voice.
"I... I hate the beach." - Arnold said, as he put his head between his hands. Right in that moment Helga and Jake entered the house, wet from the rain. It didn't seem to bother them, because they were laughing like crazy. Helga looked even more beautiful, with wet hair.
"Jesus Jake, you run like ten year old!"
"Yeah? And you kiss like one." - the boy answered challenging.
"You lie. My kiss is awsome."
"You don't say?" - Jake asked smiling, and kissed Helga. Harold looked at them.
"Hey, who's this guy?"
"The guy who's always in the right place in the right time.." - Rhonda answered.
"Helga, there is something on your mouth. I'm pretty sure it's from the beach." - Gerald said. It took a minute for Helga to notice they're not alone.
"Well, Yeah. We've run into each other and... well..."
"Thank you Helga, we can imagine." - Rhonda said.
"I'm not sure." - Helga said with a naughty smile.
"That's it!" - Arnold said, as he hit the table. Everybody looked at him at shock.
"What's wrong football head?" - Helga asked.
"My name is ARNOLD!" - he answered as he stood up. He never took seriously the names Helga called him in years. Actually it was the first time he risen his voice in since they were ten. - "Sorry... I just.... worried about Lila." - he said - "I'll go check on her."
Helga watched him walk away. It really hurt her inside. "He should be at least a little jealous or something... but no, the only thing he can think of is sweet little Lila. Or maybe he's upset because... no, that's just silly."
She kissed Jake again, but she tried to put herself into a position, to be able to hear what Arnold and Lila talking about in the room. Well, it was pretty hard, but over the years, she got a lot of experience with eavesdropping.
"Hey, Lila are you allright."
"Hey... it's you. It's oh so lovely from you..." - Lila said.
"Honey, what we talked about earlier..." - Arnold said with a voice that were supposed to be charming - "You know, I may have changed my mind. How about you and I have some fun..."
SLAM!
A few moment later Arnold appeared in the door again, with huge red mark on his face.
"Lila is getting better I guess." - he said. Everybody looked at him, and tried not to laugh out loud. Arnold himself almost busted out in laugh because his own situation. An hour ago he was just fine, and know, he was so hurt and so in love with Helga, he made such a desperate move to make himself feel better. And now, he has a huge red palm on his face. Just because he tried to get inside a girl's bed. How pathetic is that?
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It was 3:00 am, and Arnold was still awake. He was sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer. It was the low point of his pretty teenage years, what sucked pretty much anyway. He knew most of his pals are living in their own little personal hell too. This is what teenage years are about. But it didn't made him feel any better. Suddenly the door opened and Jake entered wearing Helga's bathrobe. It's not like he had sex with Helga on the first night - he was sleeping on the sofa, so he didn't had to go home in this horrible weather. Helga was sleeping with the other girls.
"Hey dude. What are you doing still awake?" - he asked.
Oh, how I despise you. - Arnold thought.
"I just can't sleep, that's all."
"It's because of the girl, isn't it? Helga told my you had the hots for her since years."
What! She knows! And she told this asshole! So they can laugh at me together?
"I can understand, she's kind of cute." - he said as he took a beer out of the fridge - "Not really my type dough." - "Listen pal, I know you feel like it's the end of the world. I was exactly there when I was seventeen. So, she slapped you on the face. In a month... no in a week, it will be nothing more than a funny story to tell."
Okay, he's talking about Lila. Even then I... hate... HIM!
"Thank you." - Arnold murmured.
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole...
"Listen pal, I know exactly what you need." - Jake said, and he touched Arnold's shoulder in brotherly-friendly way.
I know too. I need you to get out of my frickin' face weirdo!
"Really?"
"Yes. You're seventeen and lovesick! Nothing a party won't help! Tomorrow, there will be a huge party at one of my friend's place. A pool, good music, tons of girls. I think you should all come."
Stop being so nice! Give me a reason to hate you! Please!
"That's... great. Thanks, we will be there."
And I will keep an eye on you "pal". And if you do so much, as look on another girl, I'll...
"Oh man, Helga is so great. Dude, I don't understand, how could you guys let a girl like Helga stay single." - than he put a huge smile on his face - "But to be honest, I'm glad, it happened this way. She's something special."
There is you're reason Arnold.
"Yes. She's kind of nice." - Arnold said, as he drunk from his beer while he wondered, how can one's life become worst and worst in every minute.
Maybe he's right. Maybe it will do some good to go to that party. Yeah, sure. Like a stupid party could make me forget that blond lunatic. It's nothing more, than a perfect opportunity, to make an even bigger fool of myself.
Actually, he was right about that one.
Next: Party wreckers - Enough talking, lets see some action! The worst party of the century - Arnold snaps, Helga fights, Gerald drinks more and Phoebe simply being scary. Our boys and girls are making sure they won't be invited to a party anytime soon.
Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing! Please review! :)