Adulthood is never easy, especially when you encounter your own special personal candy poison after eight years of forgetting about it.
FieryFrost
...Poison
Part One
Helga tied an apron around her neck and started the grill, showing the ladies surrounding her exactly how it worked. Meanwhile Gerald and the other men sat down to the side watching.
"You sure Helga knows how to work your grill?" Harold asked the very confident and collected Gerald Johanssen.
"Yup, Pataki can grill some mean barbeque ribs... I only trust her when it comes to my grill."
Sid's eyebrows knotted in confusion. "What about Phoebe."
Gerald cringed. "Let's just say the last time she touched the grill, the results were not very spectacular."
"I can hear you from here!" Phoebe shouted from her position next to Helga, who was smirking at Gerald. "Watch what you say Johanssen or else you will be sleeping on the couch tonight!"
Helga's smirk broadened and shook a fist in a mock threatening manner.. "Yea... what she said!"
Phoebe hit Helga on the back of the head, but the taller woman brushed it off as if a fly had just skimmed her.
Arianna ran up to Helga giggling happily in her safety helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads. She launched herself into Helga's stomach smiling. "Thank you Auntie, I love my new bike!"
"You're welcome Ari, I'm glad you like it." Helga ruffled the young girl's head of soft inky black hair before Arianna ran off to play with the other children.
"That was really nice of you H.G." Rhonda said while prodding a slab of steak with a cooking fork.
"Yea, I think of Phoebe, Zach, and Ari like family."
Miranda raised a mahogany eyebrow. "And Gerald?"
"And sometimes Gerald... it depends how horny these two," Helga pointed to Phoebe and Gerald. "Lovebird are."
"Hey," Gerald shouted from his seat. "I can hear you from here!"
Helga smiled brightly at him. "I know."
Gerald got an insulted look on his face while Miranda, Phoebe, Rhonda, Sheena, and Helga had a good laugh, but Lila hung back a bit, giving a few quick fake laughs. Lila twirled her index finger in a lock of her dark auburn hair, a nervous habit she was never able to get rid of.
She did not particular like Helga. For some of the reasons people knew... and for some reasons not many people knew. Unconsciously, Lila's eyes wandered to Arnold, who sat quietly with the rest of the men with his light blue eyes concentrated on the one and only Helga G. Pataki.
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Helga finished grilling all of the food half an hour later and within ten minutes everyone was sitting down, enjoying lunch. Helga sat between her nephew and niece, simply enjoying their company. Meanwhile, Arnold sat across from the trio. Not quite staring at Helga, but still dazed by her arrival. It had been fourteen years since he had last seen and spoken to her, and their departure had not exactly been a nice one or a bad one.
It had just been messy, simply messy and definitely something he hoped Lila knew nothing about... Unfortunately for Arnold, Lila did...
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Sixteen Years Ago...
It was August of Arnold's sophomore year and their class was holding a summer car wash to raise money for their grade. Everyone came to help out. Phoebe, Gerald, Princess Rhonda, Sheena, Lila, Eugene, Stinky, Harold, Tad ( "Curly"), Arnold, and even Helga. It was a hot summer day and there was only a small amount of trees around the school to provide shade for them.
Even on a smoldering hot summer day, Helga wore a baggy sweat shirt that fell down to her knees, her favorite type of top, and some shorts with a skullcap over her hair, which no one had seen since the end of sixth grade. Phoebe "accidently" splashed Helga with the hose and Helga was forced to take off her sopping wet sweat shirt and skullcap.
For the last few years she had become one of the guys, talking to them about the latest sports game, video game, or good action movie. She rarely hung out with girls, the only girl she paid any mind to was Phoebe. Helga found all other girls too... girly. So how were they supposed to know she looked so... so... so... so her! It was a surprise to all the guys in a 10 feet radius that Helga had grown up... and grown up very well. Her short blonde hair softly fell against her cheeks and highlighted her pear shaped face. The white wife beater she wore underneath clung to curves perfectly, letting them see no cleavage, but letting them know what there was. The curves seemed to have settled on her body just perfectly.
All of the guys gawked at her.
Even Arnold... he found himself very attracted to her and he wasn't the only one. The next school year, it seemed like the word had spread about Helga and guys were lining up to ask Helga out, but they were all lining up for failure. Arnold never asked, he merely admired from afar, especially since he was dating Lila. However, when Lila dumped him around the end of November then started to date Phil Hartman the next day, Arnold did not count his loses, he went and asked Helga out.
"Helga?" Arnold asked timidly.
Helga looked up from the book she was reading and raised an eyebrow. "Yes Linshaw?"
"What are you doing Saturday night."
Helga groaned and throw her book down onto the grass, crossing her arms of her chest and leaned back onto the tree behind her. "Not you too!"
"Look, Helga–"
"No!"
"Listen to me for a–"
"No!"
"Helga–"
"NO!"
Fed up with Helga not even bothering to listen, Arnold did the only thing he could, he kissed her.
It started out very softly... but it did not end that way.
How was he supposed to know a simply kiss would turn into more.
Arnold could not get enough of her taste. She responded with the same amount of passion he had, if not more.
He needed more.
Arnold could barely think straight. The only thought that seemed to resonate through his mind was, 'More, I want more of her... now....more now.' There was just something about her that would not let him stop, she was intoxicating.... something that was bad for you in every which way and you knew it... but you could not help but going back because it was so damn good.
Candy Poison.
Arnold's hands moved under Helga's sweatshirt and found her waist before he pulled her flush into his lap.
"Mmm," Arnold moaned against her mouth. Now his tongue traced her lips lightly and brought his hands from underneath her shirt to her face. Cupping her face, he looked into her eyes. "God, you taste damn good." He murmured, pulling her in for another heated kiss.
Helga let her arms wrap around Arnold's neck out of their own violation. She knew she was insane for letting him kiss her, and even more insane for not putting a stop to it. She would shove him away soon... very soon... as soon as her brain reconnected with the rest of her body. Helga felt her fingers tangling through Arnold's thick hair but she just did not have the power to stop them. She was falling deeper and deeper and deeper and...
BRIIING!
The spell was broken by the sound of the bell, signaling them that lunch was over... along with their little "talk
Arnold reluctantly stopped there kiss, letting his head rest on her shoulders a moment before he gently sat her on the ground once more. He stood up from the ground before he leaned down an brought his mouth a millimeter away from her ear. "See you at the Multiplex on Saturday night at eight."
It wasn't a question, it wasn't a request, but it was a command... it was more of a very hormonal plea. And Helga could hear it in his voice and for whatever reason she was at the Multiplex at eight o' five Saturday night, albeit, still wearing baggy clothes.
They dated all of sophomore year, staying together for only three reasons. One, it made Lila mad and jealous. Two, there was something there they wanted to explore between them. Three, they were not sure how to function anymore without the other being their girl/boyfriend.
The summer before their junior year, Helga got into a serious arguement and went to live with her sister, Olga and her husband, Charles, in California. The long distance relationship did not work, so a day before their one year anniversary Arnold broke up with Helga, who seemed to have no qualms about it. In January, Arnold began to date Heather Robson, a dirty blonde cheerleader, before he got back together with Lila, and Helga dated a senior from her new school. Arnold was fine with his life and his girlfriend... until the next September, during his senior year, when Helga G. Pataki came back into his life.... Or was is it Arnold Linshaw that stormed back into Helga's life?
...And so began Arnold's fixation with Poison Candy
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