Lyle Jackson Samuel! TAKE A HIKE!
Lyle: B-But I love Helga! D:
TOO BAD! HELGA BELONGS TO NO ONE BUT ARNOLD!
Lyle: She loves me too! She's going to forget Arnold!
Think again, buttmunch.
Lyle: !!!!!!
XD Let us move on.
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"Well, um, you know, thanks for agreeing to walk me home anyway." Helga said, looking a bit embarrassed. "Sorry for roping you into it like that, spur of the moment and all."
"It's okay, Helga. Like I said, I want to walk you home." Arnold smiled. "I can understand if Lyle was getting to be a bit too much for you."
"Oh, tell me about it! Ever since we pretty much said 'I love you', he's been clinging to me." Helga sighed. "I mean, I can get that way too, but even I know better."
Arnold nodded. "Well you had no trouble before."
"Hey!" Helga yelled, and laughed. "Well screw you, football head!"
"When?" Arnold smiled innocently.
"Arnold! What did you just say?" Helga laughed some more, holding her stomach as she walked. "You're supposed to be the innocent one!"
"Jamie-O came home recently, and Gerald kind of hears some things that he says." Arnold replied. "It's weird."
"You don't know the half of it." Helga winked at him.
"I guess not." Arnold chuckled.
It began to rain then, causing the two to stop and look up at the cloudy, raining sky. They both exchanged glances and started to laugh again.
"Oh no, it's raining!" Helga said in mock exasperation.
"Aaahhh, whatever shall we do? Oh the pain of the rain." Arnold joined, unable to keep from laughing.
"Har har, football head." Helga giggled.
"Well thank you." Arnold bowed, and they kept walking.
He then saw that Helga's front stoop was coming into view, which meant soon their little walk would be over. Even in the past back in fourth grade when he'd walk her home, he never much wanted their little walks together to end. He'd always enjoyed walking her home, since they usually engaged in interesting conversations and had little to no arguments with each other.
Now today, upon knowing he loved her, he enjoyed them even more.
Before he could think further, they had reached her front stoop.
"Well...it looks like we're here." Helga said, nervous. "Um, so thanks...again...and stuff."
Arnold smiled. "No problem, Helga. I'm glad to walk you home anytime."
"That's...n-nice of you...and stuff."
They both stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity, as the rain fell around them, ceaselessly, and getting harder. Before long, their eyes met and their gazes locked, with a rush of emotion coursing through them, they came closer, and closer to each other.
"Arnold..." Helga murmured.
"Helga?" Arnold said, not moving his gaze.
Her hands came onto his shoulders, preventing him from escaping. Not that he wanted to.
"Kiss me."
The words barely left her just as Arnold's lips were on hers in an instant, kissing her with all he hand. Immediately Helga kissed back and brought her arms around him, pressing her body closer. Arnold was taken aback, but he brought his arms around her waist, reaching up to kiss her as best as he could while she bent her head to assist him.
As it rained harder, the two stumbled up the steps of the front stoop, still kissing hungrily. They fell up against the front door, clutching each other and making out like crazy, audible moans coming from each other, mixing together.
Helga's hand fumbled along the door to find the handle, praying that it was unlocked, and wouldn't you know it, it was. The door opened, and they went inside, breaking apart for a minute to breathe and shut the door.
"Helga...what's going on?" Arnold panted out.
"I don't know anymore..." Helga panted too.
"Me neither." Arnold admitted.
"Do you care?"
"No way."
"Then neither do I."
Clutching each other, they kissed again, stumbling into the living room as they made their way to the couch. They fell up against it, half on top of each other, making out like a couple of tigers in desperate need of nourishment.
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"Helga my darling, what seems to be the matter?"
Helga snapped out of her trance again, shaking her head frantically. "I'm fine, Lyle. I just have a lot on my mind."
Lyle smiled and patted her hand. "Aww, I understand, Helga. Do you want to talk about it?"
"N-No, it's fine. I'll be okay. It's nothing." Helga waved it off quick.
That was a lie, of course. It hadn't been nothing. Upon getting home, she and Arnold were on the couch making out for about an hour. It was probably the best time of her life, so far. She smiled dreamily, remembering the sweet feel of his lips on hers, his warm hands holding her close, oh how she loved making out with him! She wanted to do it again, and again, and again. But sadly, there was a huge problem in all of this.
~Flashback~
"Arnold...ohhh Arnold...I love you..." Helga moaned as Arnold's warm, wet lips kissed chastely along her neck.
"I love you too, Helga..." Arnold whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"No, no, don't you dare be sorry. It's okay."
"Still, you deserve better than that."
"Shut up and just kiss me."
Arnold obeyed, his lips meeting hers again. This time, his tongue traced her lips, and she giddily opened her mouth, their tongues coming into contact. Helga clutched him to her tighter, exploring his mouth and savouring his taste. Oh GOD he tasted so good! Better than good!
She tasted like breath mints, along with a taste that just spelled Helga. It was quite addicting. Arnold explored her mouth also, and his tongue met hers in a dominating, challenging dance.
Before long, they broke for air, panting, and looking at one another with wonder.
"Helga...what about Lyle?"
"Screw him. I want YOU, Arnold, my love..."
Arnold looked at her with happiness, and kissed her gently, which she smiled into and returned. They parted after a few moments, then his expression became ashamed.
"I want you too, Helga...but what can we do? Lyle is still your boyfriend. ...Do you love him?"
"Arnold, I...." Helga uttered. "Arnold, the one I love is you. I do like like Lyle, and he's treated me so well...I-I don't know if I can do this to him. I know, I know I just said screw him a second ago, but I was caught up in the moment. Arnold...I don't know what to do. I don't want to string you along, either." She held to him tightly, her face buried in his neck.
Arnold hugged her warmly, stroking her hair and her back. "Helga, it's okay. I-I understand. Listen, if you want time to think about all of this, then take all the time you need, okay? And...well, if you guys do break up, and you want to be with me, I'll gladly come to you."
"But...I-I can't make you wait like that!" Helga cried, clutching him tighter. "Arnold what if something happens? What if I fall in love with him? I can't do that to you!" She began sob. "Breaking your heart would KILL me!"
"Helga..."
"And if I cheat on him, which is exactly what I'm doing right now, ironically...I couldn't do that, either! Lyle is a great guy, and I could never make you and I become a cheat fest! You have to have all of me or none of me! Oh Arnold, my one true love...I don't know what to do!"
"Calm down, Helga." Arnold said tenderly, gently lifting her face to meet his gaze. "I know this will be hard for you, and believe me, it's not going to be easy for me, either. But you know what? Think about it, take all the time you need, and then we'll go from there."
Sniffling, Helga managed a weak nod. "O-Okay, football head."
Arnold smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Okay."
"...Arnold?"
"Yes?"
"Kiss me."
~End of Flashback~
The problem was the uncertainty of what to do with Lyle. Helga hated to have to break up with him, though she knew that it was the right thing to do. Still, she was so confused. Here she was, willing to cheat on him, when he had done nothing but treat her like a Princess, especially in helping with the original plan.
Things were getting way too out of hand. She had to do SOMETHING. But what? She didn't even know now.
"Oh Helga, has anyone ever told you how your eyes shine like two jewels?" Lyle murmured lovingly as he finished his food.
"W-Well, no..." Helga replied. In her dreams and daydreams, Arnold certainly did.
"Well they are. You are a beautiful girl, Helga. You really are. You're the most beautiful girl in the world, and I am so lucky to have you." Lyle said.
Helga felt her heart sink and she sighed, not sure of how to respond to that.
"Helga. I have something very important to ask you."
This didn't sound good.
"Y-Yes?" Helga looked at him hesitantly.
"Helga...this past month, being your friend, and being your boyfriend, from pretend to now for real, it has been the best time of my life. And I realized so much since I've been with you. I love you, you're amazing, inside and out. It may seem soon, but, I know now you are the perfect girl for me. We're meant for each other, and I bet you can see that too. I-I don't want give you up. So Helga..."
Lyle got up from his seat, came around the table beside her chair, got down on one knee, and held a small plastic canister with a Ring Pop inside.
"Beautiful Goddess, Helga G. Pataki, oh love of my life and the centre of my Universe, will you marry me when we get older?"
"WHAT?!?!" Helga screeched, jumping up from her chair, so fast, so hard, that it fell over.
Everyone in the vicinity all stared her, surprised by her sudden outburst as they all stared at her in shock. Then it was quiet. All quiet.
Realizing this, Helga grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside, feeling utterly humiliated and angry above all else. How could he do that?! They were only twelve! 12! Granted, if Arnold had proposed, she would've said yes without hesitation. Strange, sure, but she would marry him on the spot if she could. Young or not.
"Lyle, what the HELL?!" Helga cried once they were outside. "We're only twelve, you Nimrod! How could you ask me such a thing!?"
"I-Is that a no....?" Lyle smiled sheepishly.
"YES!" Helga yelled. "NO! N-O no! I'm not ready to commit, for crying out loud! So no! I will not."
".....Oh." Lyle drooped. "...So...does this mean it's over?"
"...I don't know." Helga uttered.
He frowned then. "You still love Arnold, don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.
Helga gasped, taking a step back. Had he figured it out? Did he know of their passionate makeout session earlier?
"I knew it." Lyle said before she could answer. And then he grinned. "But that's okay! I understand! You're my girlfriend still, I don't have to worry! Aww, we don't have to get engaged now, schmoopsie-poo! I understand! We'll just wait until we're both ready! But anytime you change your mind!
"Y-Yeah...sure...um, I'm gonna go home." Helga said, and turned to walk off.
"I'll walk you home, Helgie-poo!"
"NO!" Helga screamed, running off.
"Call me!"
Helga growled under her breath as she raced home, wondering what to do of this mess. First things first, she had to call Phoebe. This was NOT looking good. Not at all.
Meanwhile, at the Sunset Arms, Arnold too, was trying to deal with his current dilemma while on the phone with Gerald.
"Say WHAT?! You guys KISSED?!" Gerald exclaimed on the other line.
"W-Well...more than that, actually." Arnold admitted, blushing hard as he tugged at his collar with his free hand. "We...k-kind of made out..."
"Made out?! You and Helga made out?!"
"Keep your voice down!" Arnold hissed into the receiver. "...But yes, Helga and I made out. And no, I didn't force her into it. She asked me to kiss her, and I did, and then we...well, got carried away."
"Lemme guess, heat of the moment?"
"Something like that. But I meant every moment of it, Gerald. She even...said she loved me."
"Uh-oh."
"I know, this isn't looking good at all."
"Well man, that's a pretty big mess you got on your hands. You love Helga, and Helga loves you, but she's with Lyle, who loves her, and she's not quite sure about it all...mmmmm mmmm mmmmm. Arnold my man, you're in serious trouble."
Arnold sighed heavily. "I know, Gerald. And thing is, I have no idea what to do. I could never make Helga cheat on Lyle, and she doesn't know if she's ready to break up with him. I would never force her into something she's not ready for, but I can't just back out and ignore her, either. Not after what happened."
"Look man, you just need to ride this out. See what happens, what Helga does, what Lyle does, whatever. Keep things the way they are, then come a good time, hey, maybe you and Helga can properly talk about it. While keeping your tongues OUT of each other's mouths."
"Right. ...Well Gerald, I guess you're right. I guess that's all I can do."
"Glad to help, man. Oh, and Arnold?"
"Yeah?"
"...How was it? Making out with Helga, I mean. I'll bet it was a dream come true."
"Gerald...I won't go into details, but, it was amazing." A dreamy, lovesick smile came over his face.
"Whatever you say, Arnold."