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Sunday, December 10th 12:36 PM

A typical Sunday for Arnold. Arnold was washing his car, currently he was thoroughly cleaning the interior. A small holiday within the chore, as the cold December weather was not accommodating to spraying down his car with a hose. Arnold was on his hands and knees vacuuming out the car. "I have to stop going so long in between vacuuming," Arnold said out loud. Arnold's car had been pretty clean until a week ago. He was driving with Helga back from a movie they had seen together. Helga had her large soda, complaining about the ending not being something they earned in the writing. She had been gesticulating so much that she spilled her soda all over Arnold. Helga immediately apologized holding her hand over her mouth. She soon was using that hand to stifle her snickering as she laughed at him the rest of the ride home.

Arnold smiled thinking about all the time he and Helga were spending together. "I like being around her. I just don't know if this is love or if I'm just lonely," Arnold thought to himself. "It can't be love, I'd know if it was right?" Arnold asked himself. Arnold finished getting the dried soda cleaned on the drivers side and reached down into the passenger side to start cleaning. A sharp stabbing pain met his wandering hand. "Ah, what the heck is that?" Arnold said aloud. He dove onto the back seats so he can see better. He saw a shining gold shape he didn't recognize. He reached in slowly and grabbed it, avoiding the sharp pin. He pulled it out and saw it was a golden hooped earing. "I don't wear earrings. Neither does Gerald. I don't really drive anyone else around," Arnold thought to himself. Arnold snapped his finger remembering the plight of a lost earing some time ago.

Arnold moved to text Helga and let her know his discovery. Before Arnold opened his phone, he thought, "I think I'll go surprise her." Arnold put his phone away and stashed his cleaning materials. He cleaned up and started his car, heading towards the Pataki house. Arnold arrived, parked his car, and made it to the door way. He rang the door bell and waited.

The door swung open and Arnold recognized the beautiful golden hair of Helga's. He looked down seeing a different face that Arnold did not recognize. "Well hello there," the women said. Arnold took a moment to look at her. She was beautiful. She had the same shade hair as Helga, she wore hers only to shoulder length where Helga wore hers longer. She was the same height as Helga, a slim waist and a lean body. Arnold noticed she had an amazing figure. Her eyes a lighter shade of blue than Arnold was used to. She had a large smile. Her eyes smiled, unlike Helga's which had a much broader range of emotions. She was wearing blue jeans with a collared white shirt, unbuttoned down to where her bra was slightly exposed. Arnold looked right into her eyes to avoid leering at this strange woman.

"H-Hi! Uh, my name is Arnold. Is Helga home?" Arnold said, wondering he had somehow ended up at the wrong stoop. "Oh my goodness, Arnold Shortman. Right?" the woman asked. "Uh yeah?" Arnold said, nodding his head. "Right! Oh my goodness. You were in one of my classes when I was a student teacher for Helga's class. I remember you," the woman continued. Arnold looked at her not recognizing her. "I'm so sorry, I don't remember," Arnold said. "Oh, I'm Olga. Helga's older sister, silly!" Olga said. "Right, I'm so sorry. I don't ever really see you so I kind of forgot. H-How are you?" Arnold said rubbing his head trying to avoid looking at her shirt. "I'm very well, thank you. I'm visiting here for a couple weeks through the holidays. It's quite alright, I'm not in town often," she had put one hand in her pocket and started starring at Arnold. "Well come on in, I understand you and Helga have been getting reacquainted," Olga said stepping to the side letting Arnold walk in. "Yeah, we've been hanging out," Arnold said when Olga cut him off. "My goodness, I have not seen you since you were at least nine years old. You're what, eighteen now?" Olga asked. "Yeah I am…" Arnold started being cut off by Olga again. "My my, you are certainly not a little boy anymore, now. Are you?" She asked in a voice bordering on seductive. She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her, looking him up and down. "Why don't we go sit in the living room? I'm sure Helga will be along soon," Olga asked. "Well I actually.." Arnold was cut off by Olga pulling him by the hand into the living room.

Olga practically pushed Arnold onto the couch. Arnold looked around for Helga or Big Bob, or anyone he recognized. The house was practically empty adding to Arnold's dread. Olga sat right next to Arnold and laid her legs to the side facing him. "My goodness, you got so tall!" Olga exclaimed. "I remember you were always one of the shorter boys in that class. Now look at you. You must be one of the biggest guys in your class!" Olga continued. "Uh, yeah I suppose I am," Arnold said rubbing the back of his head unsure of how to react to the conversation. "My goodness, your arms are huge!" She was running her hands on his biceps, and he hands started rubbing his chest. "What the hell is she doing?" Arnold screamed in his head. He was panicking on the inside, turning bright red. "Can you flex your arm for me, please?" Olga asked. She had really pretty eyes, although the seemed like a knock off compared to the ones Arnold liked staring at. Arnold, not being able to say no to a women with pretty eyes, complied and held up his arm flexing his bicep. Her eyes widened and she started to feel his arms. She scooted closer to Arnold, straightening her back, and sticking her chest out. Arnold kept his eyes straight ahead.

"My lord, I just realized you can see through this shirt a little see through. Oh good, I'm wearing a bra this time," Olga adjusted herself and laughed again at Arnold. "Did you notice and not tell me?" Olga asked in a coy voice. "Uh n-no, I try not to leer," Arnold said. "Well aren't you a gentleman? So tell me about yourself? What do you like to do?" she asked. "Well I like to hang out, watch movies, the usual stuff I guess," Arnold said, smiling back at Olga. A conspicuous shade of pink. "You're clearly an athlete, what's your sport?" As Olga asked this she had one hand twirling a part of his hair, and the she still had the other on his arm. "You have wonderful hair, it feels silky. I bet you just get out of the shower, shake it out and let it settle.

As she was playing with his hair, someone Arnold also did not recognize walked into the room. He had brown hair a pronounce jaw. He was tall, although Arnold had him beat by at least three inches. He was wearing an open bathrobe under which was a white tee-shirt and pajama bottoms. He was holding a bowl cereal as he was walking in. He sat on the chair across from Arnold and stared at Arnold as he started eating his cereal. Olga acted as if he wasn't there. Arnold began shifting in his seat, not knowing what to do. "So what's your sport? You didn't answer," Olga reminded him. Feeling his bicep again. "I don't really have a sport," Arnold said. "Come on dude, you clearly have a sport," The man in the bathrobe interjected. "I'm sorry, who are…." Arnold started asking and trailed off. "Oh, I'm Owen," the man in the bathrobe said. "Oh hello, I'm Arnold. G-Good to meet you," Arnold said, trying to be polite. "Oh yes that's Owen, I'm sorry. My mind must be on this big arms of yours," Olga said feeling his bicep again. "I think this woman is flirting with me. I have to get out of here. I don't want to be rude though," Arnold thought to myself. "You must be very popular at school. Doesn't he look like a model?" she directed at Owen. "Oh yeah, he a good looking guy. It's not easy to impress me either, kid," Owen said. "Are you Helga and Olga's cousin?" Arnold asked trying to start a conversation other than how he looked. "Oh no, I'm her husband," Owen said motioning to Olga. Arnold thought he had heard wrong. "Olga is…." Arnold started to say when Owen cut him off. "My wife, you've been flirting with my wife this whole time," Owen said. Owen seemed unaffected by the situation as he continued to eat his cereal.

Arnold had no idea how to react. He had never flirted (or been flirted with by) someone else's wife before. Arnold shifted and he smiled a little looking more and more uncomfortable. "Don't worry, if you want to take her with you, you can. You're kinda big so I'm not gonna fight you," Owen said still eating. "You're way too aloof to fight anyone," Olga said at him. "This is true," Owen responded. She turned her head back to Arnold smiling brightly at him. "Wait I'm not gonna…" Arnold started saying. "You're not gonna what, Football Head?" Helga cut him off, standing in the archway that led from the hall to the living room. She stood there, arms folded, looking slightly intrigued. She was wearing her black and white chucks with blue jeans and her pink and white tank top. She also sported her pink bow chocker. "She looks really good," Arnold thought to himself. "Helga! I was just…" Arnold started explaining. "HI Helga! You friend is here to bash my wife over the head, put her on his shoulders and take from me. Or do you prefer to kill me first? Like I said, I'm not actually gonna fight you, so you can I guess. Just seems like extra work for you," Owen said casually. "Oh is that why she's feeling him up, comparing her options now that a real man is here?" Helga said to Owen. "I think so, thought he was into you for a minute, was gonna ask what the safe word was," Helga stuck her tongue out at Owen who smiled back at her. Arnold listened to this exchange in horror. "I'm not here to…" Arnold said being cut off again. "No big head, go ahead continue. I'm gonna watch my sister make you uncomfortable. It's really fun to watch," Helga said plopping down on the leather chair facing the couches.

"You two are terrible. I'm simply entertaining your guest, baby sister," Olga said. "Oh he looks entertained alright. You gonna jump on him and give him a lap dance next?" Helga said not looking up from her phone. "Your boy was about to tell us his sport," Owen said in between cereal scoops. "Oh he fights people for fun," Helga said. Arnold looked shocked she had told someone. Helga smirked and looked back at her phone. "Oh well that makes sense. You're kind of a big guy though. Don't guys who fight try not to get too big?" Owen said. "Uh, well I'm a little unique. I try to work on my speed more than anything else since bigger usually means slower," Arnold said rubbing the back of his head. "I don't have to lie, they don't know my parents," Arnold thought to himself, exhaling. "Hey Owen, he can actually beat the shit out of you and take your wife. I've seen him do it. Twice," Helga said smiling sardonically at her brother in law. "Meh, let's see. Get up Arnold. I want to see how I measure up," Owen said putting his cereal down and standing up. Olga rolled her eyes and Helga was snickering from the chair. "Go ahead, let's see," Olga said. Arnold stood up. "He doesn't actually expect me to fight him does he?" Arnold asked himself. Arnold towered over Owen. Arnold at approximately four inches taller and far more muscular than Owen. "Wow, Jesus. You are a specimen kid. Please don't eat me," Owen said. "So Arnold, have you competed or anything?" Olga asked. "Well no, I don't really like to compete I just like to study martial arts," Arnold said. Olga pulled him back down next to her. "Uh oh, looks like Olga's gonna run away with him Owen. She must have realized what most airheads realize. That form trumps substance every time. Except he's also more interesting than you. Must suck to be measure against someone half your age," Helga said. "No one's going anywhere. I'm being nice, he's our guest," Olga said and turned right back to Arnold. "So you must also lift weights," Olga said. "Arnold founded the weight lifting club actually," Helga spoke for Arnold. Smiling at how Olga's advances made him uncomfortable. "Isn't that enterprising? That's wonderful! Isn't that wonderful Owen?" Olga asked. "Oh yeah, amazing," Owen responded with a mouth full of cereal. "How much cereal is in that bowl?" Arnold asked himself.

"Um Helga?" Arnold looked for Helga's attention. "Arnold, would it be possible for you to lift up your shirt?" Olga asked cutting off Arnold. "W-W-What? Why?" Arnold asked turning bright red. "I want to see your ab muscles silly, you're a fighter. I bet you have abs as hard as cliff sides!" Olga said. "Alright, that's enough. Get out here Football Face," Helga said before Olga started reaching for the hem of Arnold's shirt. Arnold squirmed away from Olga trying to be as polite as possible and followed Helga into the hall. "So besides trying to fuck my sister, what are you doing here Arnold?" Helga asked. Arnold looked down at her, remembering his original mission. "I found your earing!" Arnold said holding out the golden hoop. "Oh well look at that," Helga grabbed the earing and put it back in her ear. Helga had at least two earrings per side. She looked up and smiled at him. "That smile makes her complete," Arnold thought to himself. Then, Arnold had an odd thought. One that felt so right he needed to fulfill it. " Do you want to take a ride with me?" Arnold asked Helga.