-i don't own Hey Arnold!-
"...Debbie just hit the wall, she never had it all, one prosaic a day, her husbands a CPA, her dreams went out the door, when she turned 24, only been with one man, what happened to her plan..." Helga sang.
She jumped around her room busting every idiotic move out there. She was brushing her hair. Half the time. The other half she used it as a microphone. It was saturday. It was a good day. The sun was shining, the waves were crashing and she was just happy! She jived over to her stereo and turned it up louder. She loved this song. It so totally rocked!
She smirked and thought 'what the hell'. She grabbed her favorite V-shape pink Jackson electric guitar and hopped onto her bed. She bounced on her bed and jammed to 'Bowling for soup's' "1985"
"...Springsting, Madonna, way before Nirvana, there was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV, her two kids, in high school, they tell her that she's un-cool, but she's still preoccupied with 19-19-1985!..."
She jumped off her bed and did a move in the air. When she landed she collapsed to the floor laughing so hard. She was such a dork. It was ok though, nobody had to know. She stopped laughing and set her guitar down, grabbed her brush and walked to the bathroom. She examined her self in the mirror.
"up or down?" she asked running her fingers through her just below shoulder length hair.
"definitely up! Waves and down hair don't mix!" she stated pointing her index finger in the air and smiling. With that she turned heel and skipped into her room. She strolled to her dresser drawer and opened it.
"lets see..bikinis..oh which ever one will i wear." she mocked Lila in a high pitched voice.
"i just don't ever know. How bout this ever so wonderful Hawaiian flower pink one?" she giggled to her self.
"geez Lila...how do you talk like that? Crimeny!" she made her way back to the bathroom bathing suit in hand. Her little kitten had made his way to her room and was meowing at the bathroom door. His was a little white bundle of fur named Chester. Arnold called him Cocaine though. It was funny at times. She'd have to admit. Helga walked out the bathroom and nearly stepped on poor Chester. He is so tiny.
"whoops! Sorry Chester!" she bent down and picked him up. She looked towards her clock on her bedside table. 11:34.
"shit i gotta get to Arnolds house!" Chester hissed and jumped out of Helga's arms. It wasn't that big of a deal. She didn't leave hardly any distance from Arnold. They just wanted to get to the beach early before it gets too damn crowded. She put a tank top on and a pair of shorts over her bathing suit, grabbed her keys and was out her apartment.
"am i forgetting anything?" stopping short of her car. She'd gotten a different car since she totaled the jeep a good year or more ago. It wasn't too much different. It was another jeep. The only difference is this one was a 2000 and white. As far as she was concerned she wasn't Helga with out a jeep.
"wax!" she shouted
"eh..Arnold will have plenty.."
(Arnold's Apartment)
"It's the summer
It's the summer
It's the summer of love I say
It's the summer
It's the summer
It's the summer of love I say
It's the summer
It's the summer
It's the summer of love I say"
311 "its the summer"
"oh football head!" Helga shouted walking into his home. She found him sitting in his living room floor waxing his board.
"ever hear of knocking?" he smiled
"haha...you about ready to go?"
"yeeeep!"Arnold replied standing up. He laid his board on the couch on top of Helga's.
"so he's week is it to drive?" she shifted her weight to one hip. Arnold crossed his arms and smiled so slyly.
"well Miss. Cant remember jack squat. Last weekend you were suppose to drive but when you got here i heard 'oh Arnold i dont wanna get my jeep messy i spent SO much time cleaning! Well you drive?..pleeeeaaaseee.." Arnold made the last bit really high pitched.
"oh yeah!" it suddenly dawned on her. "the jeep we will take! And we will go sand dunning and get it dirty!"
"really?" Arnold did his stupid big eye fake excited thing
"oh totally.."
"really really?!"
"shut up" she walked over and picked up her board, and headed past Arnold out the door. Arnold picked up his board and mocked Helga's "Shut up"
The both of them cruised down the street. The desired location being the beach. They loved the beach. They didn't get to go as much as they liked anymore though. Mostly only on the weekends seeing as they were in college now and had jobs. Helga was a waitress at a bar. Well it wasn't really a bar. More like a sports grill. Arnold did something with Ernie. Something to do with wrecking. Helga didn't know exactly what. Nor did she care.
"hey i like this song! Turn it up!" Arnold exclaimed reaching for the volume. It was the new song by Yellow Card
Helga shook her head and sighed "what is with your taste of music these days?"
"Helga you are so cold sometimes..."Arnold retorted jokingly "i feel sorry for your kids one day...no wait even more your grand kids, because by then you'll be like really old. Like super old. Like...wrinkly old!"
Helga rolled her eyes
Arnold continued "...your grand kids will be like coming over saying 'Hey grand ma! Were going to the zoo you wanna come to the zoo with us?!' and you'll be like 'what? The zoo...ah screw that! Im not going to the zoo. Who goes to the damn zoo?! What are you...gay?!' and they'll run off to their parents yelling 'mommy mommy grand ma called me gay!' and as they're running away you'll yell 'don't tell on me fag!' "
Helga just looked at him. Half way laughing she said "ouch!" Arnold started laughing.
They pulled into a parking lot right on the beach. Already it was crowded. After searching for awhile they finally found a parking spot. It had the strangest car parked beside to too. It was a freakin' Lamborgini Countach. It was flat black with flat black rims and tinting.
"geez check that out" Arnolds eyes were glued to it as he stepped out the jeep. "i wonder who's it is."
"maybe its a outa town pro-surfer?" Helga said grinning
"ah that would be so freakin' cool!"
"yeah well, who's ever it is..its certainly badass."
"hell yeah" with that they grabbed all of their stuff and headed towards the ocean. Their friends were already there. It was going to be a great day. Maybe. Arnold and Helga, however, couldn't help but wonder the rest of the day. Who would own such a bad ass car, and bring it to the beach?
A/N: and that is Chapter two. Hope yall like it. Leave me some feedback. Good or bad i don't care. Life goes on. Ya know. lol