Arnold began to stir from a very comfortable sleep. His bed was much comfier than before, and he smelled an odd scent… Strawberries? He opened his eyes and realized a girl was sleeping on his chest. Suddenly memories from the night before came crashing through his head and he began to feel uncomfortable. Helga was asleep on him, and his body was giving him a very tough time, especially since Helga's leg was propped right over his 'member.' He swallowed deeply… "How am I going to do this without waking her?"
He glanced at his iPhone (9:14 AM) and had a text from Lila and from Gerald. He decided to ignore Gerald's text and would talk to him later. He wanted to respond to his long time crush.
"Where are you? Are you alright?" –Lila
"I'm alright. Just didn't feel good today." –Shortman
"I was ever so worried about you! Can I come by later & bring you homework?" – Lila
"Uh, let me see if my parents are okay with it. I don't want you getting sick." –Shortman
"Oh, okay… I will definitely text you later. I hope you just feel ever so better!" –Lila
"Thankyou! I'll text you later." –Shortman
Lila was still sweet as ever, rumors that she was secretly a bitch and a whore floated around the school, but Arnold had known Lila for years and never believed any of them. After all, how could anyone like Lila Sawyer be a bitch? She was always sweet to everyone, and she was the definition of innocence and purity in his eyes. Lila was still his crush and was one of the most beautiful girls at school, but he couldn't help how he was feeling towards Helga right now…
He glanced at her body and wondered how she looked so cute in his clothes, sleeping like a baby. He took a deep calming breath before pushing her leg down his body and away from his 'member.' Suddenly she shifted back and Arnold realized he wouldn't be easily able to get out of this predicament. A blush crept on his face as her leg shifted again, rubbing his 'member' and continuing to make him more uncomfortable. Suddenly Helga mumbled his name in her sleep making his member throb. Arnold stared at the sky above him and began thinking of ways to make his problem go away. His mind however continued to wander back to the beautiful girl covered in bruises on top of him.
He couldn't help his male urges. His childhood bully turned friend overnight, asleep on top of him. He was a gentleman of course, but perverted thoughts continued to cross his young male mind. Arnold had seen porn before, all the guys in their grade have. Arnold could imagine just how cute Helga's lips would be wrapped around his erect member. Him sexually dominating his lifelong bully into submission would be any males fantasy. Arnold felt extremely uncomfortable now. Helga had been through so much, and his menial male desires were wrong under these circumstances. He knew that all too well, and he continued to remind himself that a cold shower would do wonders for him. He decided to try and make a run for it.
Arnold began to wiggle away from Helga praying he could slide away from her and run for the bathroom and clear his mind, but instead Helga hugged his torso and had somehow managed not only to trap him by the wall of his bed, but also wiggled her way on top of him and nestle her head on his neck, her lips just barley touching his weak spot. Arnold thought he was a dead man, and began to pray his erection would go away before Helga woke up. He took a deep breath trying to relax. Why did Helga have to look so damn beautiful? He had never found her attractive before. He never even paid attention to her unless she was going out of her way to bully him and forcing him to give her attention. Never had he actually paid any attention to her this way…
Then again, she was one of the tough girls no man wanted to pay attention to… She never wore form-fitting clothes like the rest of the girls in their grade wore. Helga wore baggy, worn out, hand me downs that looked as though they belonged to Olga years ago, which never complimented her body in any way. Arnold began to realize Olga was the Pataki's priority child because Olga had always been beautiful and spoiled in her teen years, in contrast to Helga's teen years. He, along with everyone else in their grade assumed it was of Helga's own accord that she dressed that way… He suddenly realized she didn't have much of a choice… He began to feel terrible about the way everyone treated Helga… She wasn't mean, she had proven so last night that she was far from mean… She was just always angry and tired of being treated that way by her family… Did anyone in her family love Helga? He didn't think anyone at school actually cared about Helga except Phoebe… Did Phoebe know about Helga's home life? Phoebe must know! Phoebe is Helga's best friend… Then again, Phoebe spent all her time with Gerald, whom she had been dating for almost 5 years now…
Arnold looked at the sleeping girl on top of him, and felt so much empathy for Helga. Had anyone ever shown her love or compassion? Was that why she was always so mean growing up? Arnold began to rub her back and sides gently. Helga was a sweet girl, if you got to know her. Arnold never thought he would see this side of his bully but it helped him understand her much better. He let his hand relax on her side and began to play with her hair. She snuggled her head closer to his neck and he thought he felt a gentle kiss on his neck. He brushed her bangs away from her forehead and kissed her forehead gently. It would be his little secret. She deserved to feel loved. Arnold closed his eyes as he continued to play with her hair. He didn't mind her sleeping on top of him… If he was being honest, he actually enjoyed her sleeping on top of him… something about it just felt right. She fit perfectly on top of him, and wasn't even heavy. He realized just how tiny her figure actually was. Something about it just felt right, as Arnold closed his eyes and began to fall asleep with the beautiful girl on top of him.
Phil and Gertie poked their heads into Arnold's room to find the two teens sleeping soundly on Arnold's bed. Both smiled at one another, and quietly left the teens alone. Breakfast for the teens could wait.
