Chapter two: She's back? Yea!
"Arnold! Gerald's here!" Yelled Arnold's father.
Arnold had finally found his parents when he was thirteen. He had won a trip to San Lorenzo (A/n: though I don't know why!) and he decided to follow his father's map that he had found in his father's journal. When they came back, they couldn't bear to take Arnold away from his friends so they stayed in the boardinghouse.
"Tell him to go away!" Arnold screamed back.
"I'm sorry Gerald, I don't know what's gotten into him lately."
"That's okay, I know how to fix it."
Gerald then walked up to Arnold's room against his friend's wishes.
"Arnold?" He pounded on his door.
"What? I thought I told you to go away!"
"Look, I thought I might tell you that I saw the family that's moving into the Pataki house and I thought you might want to come see them. Please Arnold?"
Silence.
"Well, if you're going to be that way, then I'll just tell your dad what you did in 9th grade."
Gerald saw the door swing open to reveal an annoyed Arnold.
"Don't you dare!"
"Are you coming then?"
Arnold pondered this for a minute.
"Alright, you leave me no choice. MR.-!"
He was stopped by Arnold slapping his hand over Gerald's mouth.
"If I go, do you promise not to tell my dad about that little incident from 9th grade?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die." He said laying his right hand on his heart.
Arnold smiled evilly. "You will if you tell him!"
----------10 minutes later in front of the Pataki's house-----------
"So who are they?" Arnold asked.
"You'll see. And I promise that you'll like them."
Gerald knocked on the door.
Arnold was shocked out of his mind when a young girl his age answered the door. She was about 5"5' with long, flowing blonde hair, with two glamorously trimmed eyebrows and beautiful blue eyes.
"Helga? Is that you?"
"Yes it's me, who else?"
Without thinking, Arnold hugged her tightly.
"What a welcome!"
"Sorry. I'm just so excited to see you after four long years!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm glad to see you to."
"Really?"
"Yes Really."
"So, what happened to you all these years?"
"Well, my parents treat me better, Olga and I are a little closer and I miss Phoebe. Where is she?"
"She's coming in a few minutes, Helga." Gerald said.
"I can't wait to see her! You know, while we wait, why don't you guys come in and help me unpack?"
"I don't know," started Gerald.
"Sure we'll help you! Come on Gerald!"
The three walked up to Helga's room and proceeded to un pack her things when Arnold came across Helga's old pink bow that was now in a picture frame with a pink trim.
"You still have your bow! I've always liked that bow."
"I know." Helga said, thoughtfully.
"So why did you stop wearing it?"
"It was Olga's idea, I tried to tell her that I wanted to keep it but she said 'Now Baby Sister, I want you to look your age, not like a three year-old'. I tried to convince her but she just came up with a compromise – that picture frame."
"Gee, too bad."
"Helga honey, Phoebe's here!" She heard her mom yell from downstairs.
"Alright! I'll be right back guys!"
She ran down the stairs and into Phoebe's outstretched arms.
"I missed you sooo much Helga!" She said estaticly.
"I missed you too Pheebs! Come on up stairs and help us unpack!"
"Us? Who's us?"
The two girls ran up to Helga's room where Phoebe was surprised to see Arnold and Gerald unpacking Helga's things.
"Hey Phoebe!" The boys greeted her.
"Alright, alright! Less talk, more work! Come on let's go! Move it Move it! Move it!" Helga yelled.
"You haven't changed much, have you Helga?" Arnold asked her with a devilish grin on his face.
"Shut up Football-head or you won't live to see your next sunrise!" Helga replied smiling.
Yep, it was like old times, only better.
A/n: Am I doing good so far? Oh! And I promise that Arnold and Helga will have their little romance scene soon! TTFN!
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