-I don't own Hey Arnold-

Helga, Arnold, Gerald, Phoebe, and Harold floated on surf boards inn a circle yards off the beach in the water. All anticipated a great wave to come. Although, they'd have to admit, it was fun acting like kids again. Talking about past adventures. All while just floating.

"so what are you guys doing tonight?" Helga asked

"you know Rhonda's having a party right?" Harold replied. Harold was no longer the fat tubby kid he once was. The years of football in high school had run the fat off.

"sweet! Im there! How bout you football head!"

"well actually i though we-"

"like you have anything better to do. Count us on being there!" Helga rudely finished his sentence for him. Arnold had discovered that even though Helga was his best friend. He had feelings for her. Feelings he couldn't fight off anymore. He'd finally decided to start making it obvious, and if Helga would of let him finish she would of found out he wanted to go on a...date with her tonight. Typical Helga though.

"i think im gonna go beach my self for awhile" Arnold plainy said. He was a bit hurt. Helga sensed that and excused her self too. They paddled to the beach and quietly walked to their things.

"all right..whats wrong? What did i do?!" Helga broke the silence.

Arnold eyed her "nothing..."

"bullshit!...Arnold...i can't fix it if you don't tell me what i did.." she tried to reason with him. To no avail though. Why was he like this? How come every time something upsets him he throws up a wall and lets nobody help him, but he can help the world!

"i cant tell you what's wrong. You wouldn't understand" he sat down in his beach chair. Helga sighed and plopped down in her chair next to him. She pondered for a minute.

"well if i cant fix it i can make you feel better"

"how?"

"im thinking...smoothy time! Race ya there. Last one buys.." she smiled slyly

he smiled and looked her right in the eyes "GO!"

They both darted up and took off like the wind. Helga was naturally faster than Arnold seeing as she was smaller. Arnold was gaining on her though.

"im not losing this time!" he shouted

"Eat my dust!" Arnold clinched his teeth tightly. He extended his arm to grab her. It was a good try but un-successful. Helga stopped abruptly in front of the bar of the smoothie place. 'Bahama-rama smoothies'. Gay name, good smoothie. Helga smacked her palms on top the orange tile counter.

"Ha! I win!" She turned around and flashed one of her cute smiles to greet an exhausted Arnold.

"yet again.." he said between breaths. He caught he's breath and took a seat on one of their many stools lining the bar. He propped his elbows up on the bar and gazed at the menu.

"so..what ya want?" he asked not looking away from the menu

"what i always get. A banana.." she took a seat next to him.

"you are a banana you know that?!" he smirked looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"are you all ready to order?" the waiter jumped in there faces out of no where.

"um...yeah..i need a medium banana and a medium mango.." Arnold said

"that will be $6.28..." Arnold paid him and went about his conversation of fruit with Helga. What a pointless conversation it was, but it was interesting. By the time their smoothies arrived they had decided what kind of fruit all there friends were.

"Helga!"

she jumped. Rhonda caught her totally off guard.

"Rhonda!" she smiled. Rhonda seated her self next to Helga.

"so Helga i know you know about my party tonight"

"yeah" she sipped her smoothie

"well i wanna have a DJ and a band..." Helga caught on.

"ya want us to play?! Sweet!"

"yeah, yall are the only people around here with talent" Rhonda stood and looked around. "anyway iv gotta run i guess ill see yall tonight..9:00!"

"sure thing!"

Rhonda began to walk away but quickly stopped when she remembered something important. "oh Helga!"

"yeah?" she spun around on her stool.

"lets see...how do i say this. No metal. I want punk music"

"what?! Ah come on Rhonda your killing me here!" Helga jumped from her stool. Her form began to fizzle. A telltale sign she was mad.

"i know i know..i like metal as...the next person but...punk is better for a party..ya know. So um...find something good to play and ill check you later!" Rhonda winked and strolled off leaving Helga completely speechless. Helga huffed and plopped down on her stool.

"this sucks!" she grabbed her drink and gulped it down.

"yep" Arnold replied casually

"what is with you...everytime your around her, lately, your all quiet? Its rather creepy.."

"i dunno i just don't really like her at the moment...i feel like she's been judging me" he twirled his straw around in his cup. Staring at it. Helga rolled her eyes.

"well your wearing clothes aren't you?! I mean hello this is Rhonda. She's fashion police. she judges everybody! Dowey!" she internally laughed at how dense he was at times.

From a distance Helga was unaware she was being scoped out by a pair of very relentless gray eyes. A pair of mercifully eyes. A pair of eyes that lacked even the slightest bit of conscious. He very skillfully stalked his prey. Everything had to be perfect. One false move and it could be all over. He wasn't moving in for the kill just yet. He was learning. Learning her patterns and schedule to pick the perfect time to strike. Granted it was a easier because he already knew her personally. Or at least he thought.

(Later that night)

8:45 pm

Helga walked out of her Apartment carrying her Pink V-shape Jackson, and a few other things. She sat the guitar on the back seat of the jeep and everything else in the floor board.

"okay, iv got the tuner, picks, cords...Arnolds got the amps. Hmmm..i guess i got everything" she told herself. She hopped in and burned up pavement to Rhonda's house. Rhonda had a nice town house. Unlike everybody else with their apartments. Rhonda wasn't so bad after all these years. Way less immature. Surprisingly her and Helga were good friends. They had just kind of put their differences aside in highschool.

Helga stopped a a stop light still wrapped up in her thoughts. She reminisced a lot. She didn't know why but she did it often. She sat there a rocked to the new Breaking Benjamin cd. She sang along to 'Firefly'

'VROOM' Helga, annoyed, turned around to face the impatient car behind her. Would you believe it? It was that Lamborghini. It was odd. What are the chances of seeing that same car twice in a day.

'VROOM'

"um ok, Mr. Im badass! Lets rev our engine and be cool! Rude much! Jackass!" she gave him the finger as the light turned green. The jeep sped off as fast as it could. I mean of course she wasn't going to out run him. Only a idiot would think that. She was just generally pissed at how people could be so impatient and stupid. The Lamborgini moved to the left and quickly pulled up beside her, revved its engine once more and passed. He didn't just pass. He hauled ass.

"loser..." Helga mumbled

A/N: yeah, yeah i know this chapter is a bit boring. Actually its really boring. But hey i needed to have something to tie into the more interesting things. Cant have too much action in a young chapter. So um, tell me what ya think about it so far. Good or bad i dont care. Life goes on. Wont hurt my feelings any. So um peace!-