Ok so here is were things are going to start getting interesting, there might be some unexpected drama to follow. The sections that is divided by the series of periods is kind of Arnold's POV. I had to make it interesting, and it is only going to get better...drama drama ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!
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It had been a slow day in Hillwood, not much going on because of the heat. Arnold walked up to his bedroom after spending a few hours at the park hanging out with Gerald, Chance, Harold, Stinky, and Sid. Not much going on but planning for the party on Saturday; Gerald had DJ duty again, and the rest working out plans for set up, and getting invites out. Arnold kicked off his shoes and dropped himself down on the bed, letting out a long sigh. He lay there staring out the sky light over his bed, thinking about the events of the day….but mostly about seeing a certain person.
He couldn't stop thinking about Helga since the pool party, how much she had changed, and how she just seemed to make him feel a certain way. A way that he didn't think possible, he only seemed to get these kinds of feelings with girls he liked. So does that mean he liked Helga? His thoughts interrupted by the sound of his door opening.
"Hey Shortman!" it was his grandpa Phil. Arnold looked over at his grandpa who was standing at his door, one hand on his hip the other on the door.
"Oh, hi grandpa." He said now sitting up on his bed putting his legs over the side so his feet could touch the floor.
"I know you got that party on Saturday. Do you need grandma to eradicate the vermin housing on the roof?" Phil asked, making Arnold raise an eyebrow.
"Um, sure?" he replied, sitting forward placing his elbows on his knees. "Grandpa, can I ask you something?"
"Why sure Arnold, what's on your mind?" his grandpa replied taking a seat next to him on the bed.
"Well, it's this girl. She use to live around here a few years ago, but moved away. I never really thought too much about her except wondered why she bullied me so much." He started. "Now she is back, and I can't seem to get my mind off of her. She is so different, good different. What do I do?"
"Well Shortman," Phil started letting out a low chuckle as he placed a hand on Arnold's shoulder, "it sounds to me like you have feelings for said girl. I use to have the same problem you have, I was getting bullied by this young girl….ooooooh she was mean! All day long, and I could never figure out what to do. But, I ended up finding out there was more to her than her bullying and decided to do something about it. I'm sure you remember the rest of the story." He ended with a smile, just as his grandma popped her head in the room carrying a basket of laundry.
Arnold looked at his grandpa and smiled, "I know grandpa, and thanks."
"No problem. Now you get some sleep got a big day tomorrow." He said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Arnold lay back down on his bed, his mind not seeming to slow with the thoughts of her. He had been thinking about her more since their run in that day and decided to be a gentleman, and check in on her.
"Hey, its Football Head…you got a minute to talk?" he text, thinking maybe she would get a little laugh out of it.
"Yeah. What's up?" She replied back.
"So I heard you got the invite to my party on Saturday. You are coming right?" he text back, waiting to get the answer he was hoping for.
"Sure. I mean I don't think I have any plans that day so I don't see why not." She replied.
This made him smile, letting out a little sigh. "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." He replied, but there was one more thing he wanted to ask. Summoning up the courage he text her again, "Are you bringing anyone with you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
It was a little embarrassing asking this, but he wanted to know. Trying to figure out how to respond he finally asked, "Like…a guy." The seconds it took her to reply back seemed to beat down on him, until his phone finally buzzed. A little nervous at the thought of the possible answer that would appear across his phone's screen, he took a second and then opened the message.
"No I wasn't planning on it." She said.
He let out a deep sigh of relief, "Good." He replied back. He sat there and thought for a minute, am I really about to do this? What has come over me? He kept thinking to himself, wondering if these feelings he had were real. He never in a million years thought he could have feelings for Helga, but as he sat there thinking about her he couldn't help but smile. He took his phone, opened the messenger, and began his text.
"I wanted to know if you would let me pick you up Saturday and come to the party together…..as in a date?" He sat there, reading his text message over and over wondering if there was any other way to ask this question. He took one last deep breath, moving his thumb over to the send button, before he could press it his phone went dark…...it died.
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It was Saturday, Helga and Phoebe were out trying to find something to wear for the party. While looking through the shirts in the far back section of ladies wear, Helga kept thinking about the text she had gotten from Chance. She decided to let him know she would think about it for a day or so. On the other hand, she was glad that he didn't push the matter. The fact that he didn't smother her, or continue to try and pry an answer out of her made her think, maybe she should say yes. He seemed like a nice enough guy, he was funny, and good looking. Who wouldn't say yes to that? She thought to herself.
"Hey Phoebe?" Helga began, "Can I ask you something?" she continued to look through the shirts as she waited for her friends answer.
"Of course Helga, what's up?" Phoebe replied back, holding out a shirt she had pulled from the rack.
"So, I got a text the other night from Chance. He asked if he could take me out to the party tonight. I am honestly not too sure what to say. Should I go with him? You know him better than I do." She asked, finding a shirt that caught her eye and holding it up to herself in the mirror.
"He did?!" Phoebe said in a high pitched squeal, "Oh Helga that is great! He really is a cool guy, I have never seen him do anything questionable." Phoebe looked over at Helga, who had a slight look of disappointment. "Did he ask you too?" she finally asked Helga, making her look up.
"Who?" Helga asked, a little stumped at Phoebe's question.
"Arnold. Did he?" Phoebe finally asked, looking at Helga's expression. "Helga, it's no secret to me that he is the one you were hoping would ask you."
Helga couldn't help but blush a little at Phoebe's comment, she was right though. Helga did want Arnold to be the one to ask her if anyone did. She sighed deeply as she put the shirt she had been looking at back on the rack, then looking over in Phoebe's direction.
"No he didn't ask me." she finally replied as she took a seat on a bench by the changing rooms.
Phoebe walked over to sit next to Helga, fixing her glasses on her nose before she spoke.
"He may still ask, maybe not today or tomorrow, but it could still happen." Phoebe said, trying to reassure Helga as much as she could. "Look, for now you have this other nice guy asking you. Not to mention good looking."
Helga looked at Phoebe smiling, and nudging her with her elbow. She sat there and thought about it for a minute, still not really sure what she wanted to do.
"Ya know, if you aren't ready to say yes to a date with him then maybe you can tell him you will go with him as friends. Whatever happens from there happens." Phoebe suggested giving Helga a friendly smile.
"You're right Pheebs, I can at least give him some kind of response. I've made him wait this long, and he hasn't bothered me once about it. Can't beat that." She said with a laugh.
"Exactly." Phoebe said, "Oh by the way, that shirt you had would've been great for tonight. I think you should get it."
The girls finally finished their shopping, surprisingly very few visits to the dressing rooms were made. They had both found something for the party tonight, and now heading to Helga's house to get ready. Helga had taken Phoebe's advice and text Chance back, telling him it would be cool to go together as friends for now. Like what Phoebe had said, whatever happens from there happens.
Walking into Helga's bedroom, they laid their clothes for the night out on the bed and took turns in the bathroom. Phoebe helped Helga with her hair, loose curls now falling down her back, and Phoebe's short hair flipped out at the ends. Helga had bought the top that Phoebe had suggested in the store, it was a dark rose pink, tiny crystals completely covering it. It had a little extra fabric in the front, the neck line coming down into a V shape with the extra fabric creating a layering affect. The back was a little lower than the front, smaller pieces of fabric crisscrossing the back. The top came down to her hips, fitting snug, but not tight, just enough to show a little curve. She wore dark skinny jeans that complimented the top very well and finished it with metallic pearl pink flats.
Between the shirt and shoes, Helga really didn't need to accessorize. She walked over to her vanity where Phoebe was already putting on her makeup. Phoebe had chosen a powder blue top with thin gold stripes running from top to bottom, complementing it with a dark denim jacket with the sleeves rolled midway. She also wore a pair of skinny jeans with a pair of gold sandals.
Helga finished putting on her makeup, a technique she perfected while attending the all-girls boarding school. She took a step back to examine herself in the mirror, a smile crept across her face. She could not be happier at how she had come to look over time.
"Hey Helga are you ready? Gerald and Chance are waiting outside." Phoebe said as she looked up from her phone.
Helga took one more last deep breath before heading downstairs to meet the guys. The front door opened to reveal a very well dressed Gerald, now grinning from ear to ear once he saw Phoebe. Helga looked over at Chance, she had to admit she was very glad at this moment she was going with him even if it was just as friends. Dang he looks amazing. She thought as she gave him the once over before stepping down to greet him.
"You two ready to get going?" Gerald asked, as he jingled his car keys in the air. All four got in his car and made their way over to Arnolds for the party. Helga and Phoebe sat in the back while the guys sat up front, not much was said during the ride. For one it was a short trip, but mainly because Gerald had the music turned up so loud she could barely hear herself think.
They arrived shortly after, making their way upstairs to get access to the roof where everyone was. Helga was happy she was there with her friends, but she couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted to be there with another certain person. She decided to make her way over to the refreshments table and grab something to drink, making small talk with Harold who was already digging into the food. Helga noticed that Big Patty wasn't there, which made her ask Harold if he was alone.
"Um…uh, no. Why would you think that? What you think no one would want to come with me?" He said, more of a nervousness coming from him than if he had been offended. Helga couldn't help but think he might be hiding something, she didn't really care to pry so she just grabbed her drink and walked over to where Phoebe and Chance were.
She took a seat, taking a look around observing the surroundings and everyone that was there. She noticed it was pretty much the same group that as at the pool party with a few extras she did not know. Right about that time she felt someone tap her on the shoulder, startling her a bit almost making her spit out her drink. She turned around the see Arnold, his amazing green eyes looking into hers, a smile trailing across his face.
"So I see you made it." He said.
"Yeah you too." Helga replied jokingly making Arnold chuckle. They both stood there making small talk for a bit. Throwing a joke out every now and then to lighten the mood. There was a bit of a nervous tension between them both but neither one would let it show. After a few minutes they just stood together listening to the music, when Helga noticed him turn his attention back to her.
"You look amazing by the way." Arnold said leaning in close so she could hear him over the music. It was a good thing the sun was starting to go down, otherwise he would have seen just how red Helga's face had turned. She just shot him a quick smile, trying to play off just how nervous she had become. This of course did not go unnoticed, Chance who had been standing over by Gerald noticed the two of them conversing.
"I've been meaning to ask you something," Arnold started, "the other night when I text you about the party, I tried to send one more text." Helga looked at him, he sent one more text?
"Ok?" Helga's attention was completely his at this point.
"Well remember how I was asking if you were going to be coming here with someone?" He said running his hand up and down his neck, seeming to fight for the right words to say.
"Yeah I remember." Helga answered, her curiosity almost consuming her now. What was he trying to get to?
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Well I wanted to know if you were going to bring someone….because well I….I wanted to…a-ask you ou-" he was cut off when Chance came up and grabbed Helga by the hand leading them over to where some of the others were dancing.
Helga shot a look back at Arnold who was standing there, he looked…..sad, disappointed. She looked back at Chance, who was facing away from her as he led her away from Arnold, to notice a grin planted on his face. What the heck was going on?
Ok, ok let me know about this chapter, like or no? Review! Thanks! :) The chapters that follow may eventually have a different rating since there are some events that may be rated more than what T covers. I will mention in the beginning.