My mind went totally blank...I am sorry to the readers waiting for an update. I know what direction I want to go in I just needed to figure out how to get it going. Well here is chapter 5!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!

It had been two weeks or so after the pool party since anyone had really seen one another. Some were busy doing summer jobs forced on them by their parents, it will make you more responsible and respect money more, they would be told. Honestly what high school student wants to spend their whole summer WORKING?

Helga sat in her now fully furnished bedroom, it was around 2 in the afternoon, waiting on Phoebe to text her that she was off work. Helga and Phoebe hung out together pretty much every day since the party, occasionally coming over to help Helga decorate her room, and just make small talk. Phoebe had gotten a part time job at the library, which she loved. Helga was about to make her way downstairs when right on schedule, her phone went off, it was Phoebe.

"Hey. Want to meet at the ice cream shop around 3?" Phoebe had text. Helga wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to get out of her house. Miriam was in the kitchen making one of her "signature smoothies", Bob was in the office in the back of the house yelling on the phone. Business was going well but it wasn't without its hiccups.

"See you there." Helga text back as quickly as her fingers would allow. She decided to leave a little early, and take a detour through the park to get a little fresh air. "I'm going out! Don't wait up for me!" She yelled as she walked towards the door. Followed by an "Ok Helga have fun" from Miriam who had walked over to the kitchen door, blender in hand. Helga walked outside, it was especially hot today, she was glad she chose the attire that she had. A pair of black work out shorts with a thick dark pink stripe down the side with a lighter pink stripe right next to it, not too short of course, she had planned on doing a little jogging before heading over to meet with Phoebe. She wore a black tank top with a small pink bag over her shoulders carrying a few of her belongings. She had pulled her hair up in a high ponytail to get as much off of her neck as possible.

She grabbed her headphones and made her way over to the park, listening to her favorite playlist labeled 'workout'. She noticed a few small children playing around a fire hydrant that was pouring water out onto the hot street, laughing and running through the cold water. Those were the good days, she thought with a smile. She continued walking down the side walk, softly humming as she approached the park. She grabbed her bag searching for her band to hold her phone on her arm while she did her jogging, walking at a little slower pace as her focus was now on finding that band.

It didn't take long for her lack attention to get the best of her as she collided with someone, once again landing right on her bottom. Come on Helga! Again! Really? She thought to herself as she winced at the pain she was now feeling in her rear. "Oh I am sooo sorry, I wasn't…..wait, Helga?" a voice rang in her ears. She paused, she knew this voice….she looked up and there stood Arnold. He was wearing a blue short sleeved T-shirt with a pair of dark tan cargo shorts, and of course it just wouldn't be Arnold without his favorite blue hat.

His apologetic green eyes meeting her blue eyes, time seeming to stand still for a moment before she realized where she was again. By this time she had noticed that he had extended his hand to help her back to her feet. She took his hand, dusting herself off once she was back on her feet. "Dang I just can't seem to stop running into people nowadays," she said.

"Well, technically you did warn me," Arnold chuckled as he handed her the pink bag she had dropped. Helga looked at him raising a brow a little confused at his statement.

"I did? How?" she asked, taking her bag from him and pulling the straps over her shoulders.

"Well remember the pool party? You warned me about your spacing out, and how I could possibly be next." He replied with a smirk on his face, a smirk that made Helga's heart race a bit.

She tried her best to play it cool, clearing her throat, "Yeah well that is what you get for not listening….football head."

This made him laugh a little, "I haven't heard that in forever."

She tried her best to play it off but that smile of his was getting the best of her. How could such a simple thing as a look from him get me so flustered? She found her mind running crazy, trying her best to form words into a sentence with no luck.

"Guess I just have a hard time paying attention when pretty girls are talking to me," he said as he turned and made his way into the park, his hands now tucked into his shorts pockets. Of course not before looking at Helga over his shoulder letting his lips curl up into a smile, a smile that made her weak in the knees. What? Did he just call me 'pretty'? My mind must be playing tricks on me. Helga's head was about ready to explode with the amount of thoughts she had running through it.

She tried to shake the thoughts from her head, now trying to focus her attention back on what she was previously doing. She found the arm band, set her phone up and began her jog through the park. Even with the lyrics of the song clearly playing in her head, the thoughts of her run in with Arnold seemed to be louder. At that moment the music she was listening to stopped playing, she stopped and grabbed her phone to see what was wrong.

As she focused on her phone she noticed a text message from an unknown number, who in the world? She read the message to herself, "Hey!"

"Who the heck is this?" She said aloud, as if to receive an answer…which is exactly what happened. "Me," a deep raspy voice echoed from behind her. Right about that time she heard footsteps approaching her, at this point she didn't know what to do.

"I was hoping that would get you to stop for a second." A different voice said. Helga spun around to see Chance standing by a tree.

"What the hell that was you?!" she tried to yell. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Actually I wanted to give you this." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Helga. Helga couldn't help but give him the most evil glare she could conjure at that moment.

She crossed her arms, "No…"

"Oh come on Helga, please? Look I am sorry for messing with you back there." Chance said, really looking guilty at this point, not to mention charming on top of that as he held the paper out for her to take. She took a deep breath and letting it out slowly, trying to slow her racing heart.

"You know I am only going to take this because it has been a long time since someone bested me like that," she said snatching the paper from his hands. She stood there reading what was on the paper, Roof Top Party, Sunset Arms, 5:30 pm sharp!

"So when did you take up jogging?" Chance asked, breaking her concentration.

"Hm? Oh…um when I was in the boarding school my parents sent me to. It was a way for me to relieve stress."

"Oh? Does it work?" he asked.

"Well it works better when there aren't creepers stalking behind trees waiting to scare the crap out of people." She shot back, giving him a glare.

"Yeah I don't know why I thought that was a good idea." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"Well you gonna go or not?" Chance asked.

Helga's attention went to the piece of paper she was holding. It was going to be at the boarding house Arnold lived in, of course she wanted to go. "I'll think about it." She finally responded.

"Ok…hope to see you there." Chance said, giving her a wink just before turning around and walking off in the opposite direction.

Her attention went back to the piece of paper she was still holding, she took a deep breath before folding it up and placing it into her bag. She turned her music back on and took off to try and finish her peaceful run, hopefully there would be no more surprises.

It was now 3 and Helga was walking up to the ice cream shop, she had pulled the invite back out and was studying it. Should I go? I mean we have communicated through text messages the last week or so. Why do I have to have these feelings? I am so confused. She thought to herself.

She opened the doors to the shop, looking at each booth until she spotted her friend. Phoebe sat at a far corner booth, her nose buried in a book, no doubt one she had gotten from the library she worked at. Helga walked over to say hi to her friend, hoping her friend's company would help get her thoughts in order. She was always good at giving Helga advice, whether Helga chose to listen or not was another story.

"Hey Pheebs," Helga greeted her with a smile.

"Oh…hi Helga. How are you?" Phoebe said a little caught off guard, she must have been really into her book.

Helga sat down across from Phoebe laying the invite on the table sliding it in her friend's direction, "So do you know anything about this?"

"Hmm…," Phoebe sat forward, adjusting her glasses to read the paper's contents, "Oh yeah I got one too. Gerald came by the library today and gave me one. When did you get yours?"

"I went for a run in the park before coming here, I got a text from Chance just before he scared the hell out of me." She said, "He gave me this invite."

"Oh." Phoebe replied.

Helga thought about it for a moment, "Hey Pheebs, do you have any idea how he got my number? I don't remember giving him my number at your party."

Phoebe tried to hide herself behind her book, this catching Helga's attention. She reached across the table placing her hand on top of the book lowering it so you could see her friend's face, "Phoebe?"

"Ok, ok, I did…I'm sorry I didn't tell you Helga." Phoebe apologized.

"Well, you didn't exactly know he would use if for evil." Helga replied, laughing a little. "I guess its ok."

Phoebe let out a low sigh and then smiled. The girls ordered their frozen treats while exchanging conversation for a while.

That evening back at her house, Helga walked into her room tossing her bag on her bed. She took a quick look around, she really did love her new room. She walked over to her dresser taking out a pair of pjs and headed into her bathroom to shower. The day had been quite eventful so she took her time in the hot shower, letting the water run over her face. The thoughts of the party on Saturday buzzed in her head like an angry swarm, she still wasn't sure if she was going to go. She let out a long sigh before turning off the shower and grabbing her towel.

She walked out of the bathroom just in time to see her phone light up. She walked over to the bed where it laid and saw that she had a text message….from Arnold. Her eyes light up as she saw the name, wonder what he wants, she thought as she opened the message.

"Hey, its Football Head…you got a minute to talk?" she read laughing a little at his comment. She replied back, "Yeah. What's up?"

"So I heard you got the invite to my party on Saturday. You are coming right?" he text back.

"Sure. I mean I don't think I have any plans that day so I don't see why not." She replied.

"Ok." He replied, "Oh and one more thing, I didn't properly apologize for running into you earlier today."

"It's cool. I managed to walk away with minimal injuries." Helga text.

"Good I was a little worried you might have gotten hurt." there was a minute before she received another text, "Are you bringing anyone with you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Like…a guy." He responded.

"No I wasn't planning on it." She said.

"Good." He replied back.

Helga couldn't help but turn a little red at that last message. What did he mean by GOOD?...Saturday is going to be interesting none the least. She thought to herself as she lay in her bed slowing drifting off to sleep…she was yanked from her light slumber at the sound of her phone once more. Who was is now?

It was Chance, she made sure to save his number after the incident earlier that day. "What does he want?" She asked herself.

"Hey got a minute?" his text read.

"Sure." She replied.

"I wanted to ask you out to Arnold's party Saturday." he asked.

Helga held her breath without realizing it, of course this would happen, and right after Arnold had asked if she was bringing anyone. Now what do I do? It's not like I have an excuse as to why I can't go with him. I mean what are the chances Arnold would ask me out at his party? I could either say yes and lose any chance of Arnold possibly asking, or say no and risk losing the option to be with either one. Oh man I'm so confused. What do I say?

Well either way he is going to need an answer, she picked up her phone and started texting…..

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