-i don't own Hey Arnold-
"Hey Helgaaaaaa..." Curly greeted her as she entered Rhonda's house. The party had been going on less than 2 hours and already he was partially wasted. Not to mention the house was swamped with people. Helga wove her way through the mob. She had her guitar in one hand and everything else in the other. Her biggest fear was that some idiot would bump her and she was drop the guitar. They would have hell to pay from old betsy and the five avengers if they did. This was a $850 guitar.
Helga finally got a break in the kitchen. There weren't as many people in there. Everybody had occupied them selves in the living room. Which is where the DJ was. She sat everything on the counter. Hopefully it would be safe there, for the time being.
"hey helga!" phoebe walked in
"hey pheebs!" Helga smiled back "who are all these people?! I don't know half of them!"
"i have no clue" Arnold and Gerald walked in laughing and cutting up about something.
"its chaotic out there!" Arnold exclamied
"ya, but its bangin' aight" Gerald pointed out. Helga and phoebe were too busy wondering why he had no shirt on to pay attention to what he said.
"Gerald, where's your shirt?" Pheobe questioned. She had her hands on her hips.
"baby, i gotta look good when i get up there and play the drums!" he did some flexing moves. Phoebe rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend could be so goofy at times. The DJ flipped the song to 'like Glue' by Sean paul. It was a old song. But it was good song.
"i like this song!" Helga and phoebe both said together. Phoebe kidnapped Gerald and was off to the dance floor. Or in this case the living room. Arnold just stood there with his beer, swaying to the music while mouthing the words.
'dork..haha' Helga thought as she walked towards him.
"well hair boy, guess its just me and you!" she took hold his wrist and hauled him to the living room. He had no complaints. Well, one. He sucked at dancing. He was your average 'white boy' as Gerald said. Then again Gerald had no room to talk seeing as he loved rock and was a drummer in a band.
"i suck at dancing!" he confessed
"yeah ya do!"
Helga snatched his beer and chugged it. She threw the worthless cup to the side. Why is it always plastic cups? And always blue or red?
"nice!"
"you know it!" she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to her. It scared him but he liked it. After awhile he started to get the hang of this dancing thing. He still sucked. He didn't care though, he was having fun.
"so what you going to sing tonight?" Arnold asked
"...i dunno what ever i feel like " Helga laughed
"come on give me and idea" Arnold pouted
"maybe Lala" she smiled
"come on not that songs! Its so...girlie! "
" chill out its not that bad. " she playfully slapped him
"yeah whatever..." he teased back
"sweet!" the DJ changed the song to 'Dirrty' by Christina Aguilera. Helga began to grind up against Arnold with the rhythm of the song. He wouldn't lie. It turned him on. He put his hands on her hips and moved along with her.
"Hey Helga!" she jumped and turned around.
"Rhonda! You have got to quit sneaking up on me like this!"
"well im s-sorry! Can you get up there and play now?" Rhonda was obviously buzzed.
"this early?"
"yeah, then you wont have to w-worry about staying sober enough to play!"
"true..." Arnold had all ready taken off through the mob to find Phoebe and Gerald. Helga went the opposite way. To the kitchen to retrieve her guitar. She pushed her way through the riot, finally making it to the kitchen. Curly and Nadine where making out on the counter. Inches from her beloved guitar. What a sick sight it was. Curly and Nadine. It sent chills up Helga's spine.
"Hey! Watch where ya make out! You could have touched my merchandise!" The couple paid Helga no mind. Heck they acted like she wasn't even there.
"...freaks..." she put the guitar over her shoulders and walked out. She wasn't really paying attention. Her mind was caught up looking at all the madness of passed out people, people throwing up. Oh and the disgusting sight she'd seen on the counter.
'WHAM!'
she ran right into somebody. She stumbled back and was fixing to give them a piece of her mind. It was her fault, however. You know Helga though she's always got to blame somebody else.
"Brainy?!" she was dumbfounded. She hadn't seen him since he moved 9th grade year. And man had he changed. He'd lost the glasses. Didn't sound like he wheezed anymore. He wasn't puny. He looked a lot like Ryan Phillipae's character from 'Cruel Intentions'. He was hott! Man what a surprise.
"oh my gosh! Brainy! What are you doing here?!" Helga threw her arms around him for a hug.
"ugh, partying you?"
"well, fixing to go play"she was out of breath she was so excited
he sipped his drink "yall still have that band going?"
"totally!"
"that's cool"
"well, i need to get up there before the rest have a cow! Ill talk to ya later. Nice seeing you again!" Helga gave a genuine smile and turned heel.
"whoa hey!" he grabbed her arm "ya think after your finished we can hang out awhile...hit the dance floor maybe..?"
"sure thing!" she gave him a thumbs up. He smiled. What a gorgeous smile she thought. Wow, who would have thought brainy would have turned out hott. Certainly not her. Arnold had some competition now. Only, he didn't know it yet.
"ok im here. Lets rock!" she stepped up on the plate form where the other band memebers were. She found a cord and plugged in her guitar, and did some sound tests.
"yo, what are we playing?!" Gerald yelled to a confident Helga.
"um....Lala " She said as she pulled her hair into a pony tail. She then adjusted her mic.
"Hey Helga!" she turned toward Arnold. He put his fist in the air and shook it with a fake angry face. She laughed and then turned back around
"1,2,3!" they couldn't have asked for a better start. It was near perfect. The crowd instantly started jumping. A mosh pit was sure to start. Maybe not. There wasn't that much room.
"...you can dress me up in diamonds, you can dress me up in dirt, you can throw me like a lineman, i like it better when it hurts, oh i have waited here for you, i have waited...." Helga sang
She smiled as her favorite part of the song was fixing to come.
"...you make me wanna lala, in the kitchen on the floor, ill be your french maid, when i meet you at the door, im like an alley cat, drink the milk up i want more, you make me wanna, you make me wanna scream..."
Arnold and Phoebe were doing the 'punk jump' behind Helga. As was the crowd of people. Several were sporting the punk rock sign. She smiled when she saw Brainy in the crowd bobbing his head.
"...you can meet me on aeroplane, or in the back of the bus, you can throw me like a boomerang, ill come back and beat you up, oh i have waited here for you, don't keep me waiting..." she picked at her guitar effortlessly .
"...you make me wanna lala, in the kitchen on the floor, ill be your french maid, where i meet you at the door, im like a alley cat, drink the milk up i want more, you make me wanna, you make me wanna scream..."
The song finished a short time later. Helga set her guitar back on its stand. She pulled her hair out of its pony tail, and run her hands through it a few times.
"guys im gonna go a towel, im soaked!" he sat his bass down. Everybody else was making their way off the stage. While Helga and Gerald made there way through the living room phoebe set her sights on the DJ.
Helga snatched her a drink and chugged it. She was thirsty. The beer didn't help much but at least it wet her mouth. She then nonchalantly tossed the formally filled cup behind her. It clunked brainy right in the head.
"whoa! Hey watch where ya throw things!" Helga didn't even have to guess at who it was.
"well, don't always be right behind me!" she joked back
"hey, at least it wasn't your fist" brainy scratched his brow. He looked very out of place at this party. Possibly because he wasn't jumping about like raving lunatic. Was it that he was too good for it? Or even too mature? He did act more mature then half the people here. "so what about that dance?"
"you dance? You don't look the type. I haven't seen you break it down once here yet" Helga inquired.
"honestly, this really isn't my type of place. I just came because Rhonda rang me up, and i haven't seen the gang in a while now."
"i see..." there was a awkward silence between them. Luckily it was broken when the DJ cranked up 'your unbelievable' by EMF Helga's eyes lit up.
"i love this song! Come on Brainy lets see what moves you have" she grabbed his hand and nearly jerked him off his feet. They made their way to the core of the mob. Helga instantly started breaking it down. Surprisingly so did Brainy. Helga was impressed, the boy actually knew how to dance, unlike Arnold.
They didn't go un-noticed. Dear Arnold watched them from a distance. Jealous was he? Of course. Helga was his girl. Or that is what he'd always told himself. This new guy was snooping in his territory. He was going to go...talk to her. Wait, he couldn't just go ask to talk to her for no reason. He'd make up something. His bass was acting funny. Yeah that would work. Hopefully...
he made his way over to them. They looked like they were having fun. It made him all the more jealous.
"Helga...can i talk to you?" he tapped her on the shoulder
"can it wait?" she answered him flatly. Obviously more interested in this dude. He looked familiar. Arnold counldn't quite place the face though.
"not really..." he lied
"hey buddy, chill out...she'll talk to you in a minute" Brainy shot him a glare.
"you chill the hell out! Im not talking to you!" Arnold became angry. He didn't no why. It usually took a lot to make him made.
"me chill the hell out?!"
"ok! Both of yall stop!" Helga yelled
"asshole..." Brainy put in. Arnold had had enough, which wasn't much. He punched Brainy square in the face. Brainy stumbled back and cupped his hands over his mouth.
"Helga pushed Arnold. He instantly knew he'd gone too far. She pushed him again.
"what the hell has gotton into?!" her voice boomed
"...I...I..." he pointed towards Brainy
"even you don't know! When you figure it out, Arnold, come tell me..." with that she turned heel and her and Brainy walked away. What had he done? He was so stupid! He could have just ruined everything! Everything! He'd talk to her later. He'd straighten things out. Phoebe saw everything from a distance. She quickly went to Arnolds aid.
"...what was that about?" he looked at her. His eyes were misty. It was a mix of jealousy, hatred and hurt.
"...ill tell you when i figure it out...?" he stared at the floor. " im going home!" he shoved past her. Helga was on the same wave link with that one. She was headed home as well.
"Brainy i am so sorry about that! I don't know what got into him. He really hasn't been...Arnold lately..." she apologized as they stood at Brainy's silver mustang.
"that was Arnold? As in Arnold Mr. Sensitivity, Arnold?" he rubbed his bottom jaw
"that'd be the one..."
"don't worry about it. He was prolly drunk or something."
"hey, you were awesome tonight singing." he reached into his pocket and felt around. His hand resurfaced with a gum wrapper. He gathered his pen from his other pocket and scribbled a messy message onto the white side of the wrapper. "listen, give me call sometime if ya ever want to hang out...or something..." he handed her the slip of paper. They said their good byes and parted ways. Helga drove home in silence. No music, no nothing.
She arrived at her house a few minutes later. She was actually rather tired. It had been a long day. She changed into her pajamas, a pink tank top with matching white shorts. She turned back her bed and was fixing to climb in when she noticed Chester sitting at the window staring out. Something was interesting out there, no doubt.
"whatcha looking at buddy" she walked to the window. It was beautiful out tonight. It was just peaceful. A arm suddenly snaked around her neck and squeezed! She grabbed it, like most people would, and tried to evade its death grip. The more she struggled the tighter it got. Then a cold metal object was placed against her neck. If she had to take a educated guess it was either a knife or a gun.
A voice finally wispered into her ear "Hey Helga..." and made known of who it was...