A/N: This here is a long chapter for you guys! You are all so patient when it comes to my short chapters, so I only feel it's fair to every once in a while give you all a long one. This one is a flashback between Arnold and Helga during the summer before they started their sophomore year. It might give you a little hint as to why Helga changed the following school year.. Be aware, things get pretty hot and heavy, so you all also get the romance you've been waiting for. Enjoy! xxx

"It just feels so far away, you know. It doesn't even feel real at times." Helga G. Pataki confessed as she took another sip of the mixed drink of Yahoo soda and Smirnoff vodka in a red, plastic cup.

"I know. Two years will fly by though. Before you know it, we'll all be graduating and going to college." Arnold Shortman replied, pouring more of the vodka into his cup.

The two high school sophomores discussed high school, graduating high school, and their futures in college together in a closed bedroom of Rhonda Lloyd's house, celebrating the beginning of sophomore year with another party hosted by the Princess herself.

"I can't wait though. Finally escaping my parents. Doing something for myself for once. It'd be like a dream come true."

"Too bad it's a reality." Arnold smirked, placing his hand on top of Helga's as they lounged on the bed together.

Helga returned the gesture with a grin of her own. "Always looking on the bright side, football head."

"Somebody has to." Arnold noticed how Helga's hand had flipped over to where their fingers now laced together between their joined hands.

"Thanks, Arnold." She squeezed.

"Anytime, Helga." He set his green cup down on the nightstand beside him. "And about your parents?"

"What about them?" Helga asked she also dropped her now empty cup to the carpet located under the bed.

"They have no idea how lucky they are to have a daughter even better than their oldest one."

Helga forced a laugh. "Please, Arnoldo. Now you're just trying to get in my pants."

"I bet I could." He winked as his head headed toward the lower part of Helga on the other side of the bed.

"I think someone's had too much to drink." Helga giggled as she switched her position over to her back.

"I think someone hasn't had enough to drink." Before she could even react, Arnold had wrapped his arms around Helga's waist and dragged her slim, yet sturdy body over to his side of the bed.

"Maybe so." Helga giggled once more and straddled his lap. Their eyes met once more, and they beamed at each other.

"You know what I don't understand?" Arnold asked as his muscular arms slipped around his friend's waist to hold her in place.

"What do I not understand?" She complied, settling her petite hands on Arnold's shoulders.

"How no one notices how beautiful you are. Your beautiful, blonde body reflects your gracious, growing heart on the inside." His hot hands crept up the inside of her pink, ruffled blouse.

"You know what I don't understand?" Helga leaned in toward Arnold to let her lips whisper the words to the outside of his left ear.

"What?" He finally reached the clasp of her bra as her shirt automatically followed the trail of his journey upwards.

"Why you haven't kissed me…" Helga could not finish the sentence she started as she sensed a pair of lips grazing her neck.

"Yet?" Arnold guessed as his lips lingered on her neck.

Helga's head jolted backwards at the constant contact, but instead was cradled by a hand no longer focused at peeling off her lingerie.

His fingers pushed her blonde bun forward to allow her now moist mouth to approach the pair of lips waiting for her at the end.

Helga's bottom lip bit into Arnold's as their lips finally comingled as one set together. He groaned at the fierceness of her bite, and returned with a bite of his own upon her top lip.

Over and over, their lips pressed together, seeking the ultimate pleasure of physical intimacy. Helga moaned into Arnold's mouth as his tongue touched the entrance of hers, gliding smoothly over her whitened teeth.

An opening appeared before him, and his tongue waltzed into the dance they were creating as a couple, and her tongue tangoed eagerly to join him.

As their tongues twisted, Helga's hands suddenly captured Arnold's cheeks to calm herself, clutching his cheekbones harder to slow down every time his tongue dipped deeper into her throat.

Arnold's grip on Helga focused on the blonde bun perched at the back of her head, and his hands struggled to unscramble the puzzle before him.

Her bodacious, blonde curls fell upon her backside in victory as Arnold threw the band across the bed in a hurry. His fingers flew through the tangles of the mob of blonde hair, gripping the softness in between the cracks of his frantic fingers.

Helga whined into his moving mouth in approval of his actions, and her hands searched upward to return the favor with his blonde hair.

For his success, he yanked the pink ribbon she always wore tied tightly upon her head out of her bundle of hair as his prize.

The pink ribbon fell to the sheets of the bed as Helga's hips started to gently grind onto Arnold's stance.

Although the bed began to shake from the thrusting of the two teenagers rushed rubbing themselves on another, the pink ribbon seemed to float upon the river of rapids of the mattress.

Arnold huffed as he fought to catch up to Helga's demanding drive, and opened his blue eyes in frustration.

When he ensured himself that it was Helga G. Pataki's closed eyes before him, his tongue instantly tore from the tunnel of her mouth and retracted into his own.

He stared at the appearance of the young woman in front of him, the girl that just a few moments ago he was heavily making out with.

Was this Helga? Helga Pataki, his childhood bully, and now good friend?

"HELGA?" He frantically forced out, still struggling to comprehend the identity of the woman that was on top of him.

Helga's blue eyes fluttered open at the sound of her name to find Arnold's wide one's gazing into hers in sudden surprise.

"What's wrong?" Helga asked, her hands sliding down his burning red cheeks in fear of his retreating reaction.

Helga's head crooked as she waited for a response from Arnold, who couldn't find the words to explain the sense of shock that now took over him.

"I'm sorry… I…" Arnold stammered as his hands reached up to Helga's to tug them away from his sweating skin.

He was trying to breathe, his lungs expanded exponentially at the web he had just weaved with his friend.

She panted too, her blue eyes seeping with sorrow at the realization that Arnold had not intended for this event to happen.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry, Helga." He ultimately concluded, and quickly felt uncomfortable with the weight of her body resting upon his.

Helga did not reply. Not a word left her lipstick-stained lips as she lifted her right leg off his hips and rolled off to the other side of the bed. She sighed as she sat up, and readjusted the now tousled mess of her blonde hair.

As she sturdily stood, she did not look back at Arnold as she shuffled her way to the door of the bedroom, silently opened it, and slipped out.

A tear tumbled down her crusty cheek as she murmured, "Good night, Arnold."

Arnold, frozen, found a pink ribbon upon his green collared shirt, and stayed silent as he pulled it off of him.

As he held it in front of his face, it was only confirmation that indeed Helga G. Pataki was the woman he was with tonight.

"Fuck." He sealed his eyes shut, and wrapped the ribbon around his middle finger.

'I hope you'll give me one more chance like you did then. –A.' Helga now read the text message that she had received moments after picking up the pink ribbon that had been placed upon her porch by her beloved.

"Damn it, Arnold." She cursed under her breath as she deleted the text message from her inbox to now locate Lila's number in her contacts list.