Okay so it's been a couple days since I've updated but you know life and all that jazz. Um, I thought I wouldn't get many readers but I actually did so I'll be updating as often as I can for you guys. Here's chapter three, hope you enjoy ^.^
Disclaimer: Hey Arnold, Craig Bartlett, Nickelodeon… Yadda yadda.
Helga stomped through her front door in a fit of rage, her emotions were going crazy and she couldn't control it. "I'm HOME! Not like anyone ever cares!" she shouted to anyone who cared to listen. "Now wait a minute little lady, where have you been? I'm starving and dinner was not on the table when I got home!" A disgruntled voice shouted as a very large Big Bob the beeper king, well now he was the king of cell phone's since beepers had gone out of style years ago. Helga snarled and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms "I told you BOB, I went to a welcome home party for Arnold. Not like YOU care" Helga talked back, very upset. "You went to a party for Albert dressed like THAT?" he scolded, referring to her revealing mini-dress. "Go fix dinner Olga!" he shouted as he began to walk back into the living room where he mindlessly watched TV every night. "Why didn't Miriam cook dinner? She IS the woman of the house! Not me!" Helga began to walk up the stairs. "I don't know where she is! Now get to it before I starve in here!" Bob shouted back at her from the living room.
"Make your own dinner!" Helga yelled back already halfway to her room.
She slammed her door behind her, mumbling "Lazy good for nothing…" she scowled and plopped down onto her bed. Just as her head hit the pillow she got a text from Phoebe, she would be coming over soon.
Helga let out a long exasperated sigh and roughly shoved her face into her pillow, letting out a loud cry. "That stupid football head! How could he! Who does he think he is!" she cried to herself, punching her pillow over and over in a fit of rage. "I'm here crying my eyes out, waiting for him to come home, obsessing and swooning over his stupid football head, while he's off traipsing around with Jo-anna" she growled, the image of Arnold and some girl fornicating in some cave behind some waterfall played over and over in her head, it caused her to vomit a little in her mouth. "Damnit you stupid, idiot, moron! I want to pound your face in, I hate you, I hate you so much…. And yet… I love you…. You're more beautiful than I remember…" She pulled out a tiny locket with a picture of her football headed love god. "You're romantic, and loving, you're perfect! What is your problem! Why can't you see that I love you! Even after FTI, even after reuniting you with your loving, amazing parents, you still can't see how deeply I care for you… You and your stupidly shaped head, I HATE YOU!" She screamed right as the doorbell rang.
"Olga, you're little friend is here!" Big Bob yelled up to her. Helga rolled her eyes and opened her door "My name is HELGA, DAD!" she screamed angrily and stomped down the stairs to greet her small Asian friend. "Good Evening, Mr. Pataki…" Phoebe said politely and greeted Helga, walking up the stairs and into her room. They walked over to the bed and sat down. Phoebe stared at Helga with concern; she could see the discontent in her eyes. "Helga, something seems to be troubling you…" Phoebe said and placed her hand on Helga's shoulder. Helga sighed and nodded "Yeah, Pheebs… I really thought tonight would be different…." She said and walked over to her drawer, pulling out a pair of Pjs for her and a pair for Phoebe, noticing she was still in her blue dress. They undressed and got comfortable in the pajamas. "Was it… Arnold…?" Phoebe asked shyly, referring to his story. Helga nodded and flopped back down onto her bed, face first. "I should have known, Phoebe! Everything that happened between us didn't mean anything! No wonder he stopped emailing every day…." She moaned and turned over to look at her best friend who was frowning. "Helga, did you honestly think that after…. All those years Arnold wouldn't meet someone…?" she asked sadly. Helga nodded "Of course I didn't! But somehow I thought that everything that happened between us would have made him realize that I'm the one for him! I HAVE to make him see that I love him, Phoebe! I will die before I ever let anyone come in between us again…." She said, determined.
Phoebe looked concerned at this statement "Helga… that's a little… intense wouldn't you say?"
"My love for that stupid football head IS intense, Phoebe! We have a bond that… That no one else could possibly ever understand!"
"Maybe that bond is just… a really strong friendship?"
"Phoebe! What if Gerald slept with another girl! What would you do!"
Phoebe was silent at this question. She had never thought of that, sure they weren't an item, but Phoebe was in love with Gerald, she had been since the fourth grade…. Even seeing other girls fall all over him upset her to the fullest extent. Gerald always denied their advances because he felt the same way about Phoebe, but it still made her blood boil. "I would…. I would, I would curse her!" she said trying to find the right words to express her anger. Her fists were balled up, and her breathing quickened. Helga placed her hand on Phoebe's shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Calm down, Pheebs… It hasn't even happened and look how upset you are! Now just multiply that by a million!" she wailed and face palmed.
"Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa! I'm home!" Arnold called as he walked into the door, no doubt everyone was still in the living room, visiting. Arnold walked in to join them smiling as he entered. "Shortman, you're home!" Phil said happily and patted the seat next to him. Arnold shook his head "Nah, I think I'm going to go to bed, Grandpa… I'm kinda tired" he said. They all bid him farewell and he walked up to his room. He wasn't surprised that they had left it exactly the same as before he left. It seemed a little outdated and he would have to fix that, but for now he wanted to just relax and enjoy himself. He flopped down on his bed and stared up at the stars shining through his skylight, he was tired yet he couldn't sleep. Something was bugging him. He hadn't seen Helga leaving with the rest of them, as a matter of fact; he hadn't seen her since the beginning of the party and wondered where she had gone… He pulled his phone from his pocket and decided to email her from it.
Hey Helga, I didn't see you leave; I hope everything is alright… I'm sorry we didn't get to catch up very much… shoot me a text if you get the chance… My number is 555-0123
Sincerely,
Arnold P. Shortman.
With that, Arnold turned over and shut his eyes…
Beep, Beep, Beeeeeeeeep…
Helga grabbed her phone off of the nightstand after getting an email notification. She read who the email was from and it said Arnold Shortman. She gasped and showed the phone to Phoebe "Well, see what it says, Helga…" she mumbled and Helga quickly pressed 'read' she read the email wide eyed "He asked me to text him…." She said softly in Phoebe's direction, Phoebe blinked "So… text him?" she replied and Helga quickly saved the number in her phone as 'Football head' she shot him a text.
Helga: Hey football head, what do you want
Football Head: I wanted to see if you were okay… I didn't see you leave…
Helga: I'm fine… What do you care Arnoldo
Football Head: Well… I didn't get a chance to catch up with you….
Pause
Football Head: Coffee 2morrow….?
Pause
Football Head: Helga….?
Helga: Whatever you say. I'm going to bed. Goodnite.
Helga quickly turned to Phoebe "He… Wants me to go on a date with him tomorrow!" she squealed excitedly. "He called it a date?" Phoebe asked, tilting her head to the side. "Well… No…. he said he wanted to catch up over coffee…." She said, her hopes almost shattered by Phoebe's comment. "Well, it's a start…" Phoebe smiled. Helga smiled back at her small friend and nodded. "Well, I'm tired, Pheebs, lets call it a night" she said and turned out the light. They crawled under Helga's pink satin sheets and closed their eyes, cuddling close to each other; the minute their eyes shut they were out like a light.
The morning light rose high in its bright blue sky, the sunlight shining over a sleeping football head. Emerald eyes opened slowly and Arnold sat up, stretching lazily and yawning. He scratched his head and headed downstairs, following the syrupy scent that permitted the air, making his way into the kitchen where his parent's sat. Grandpa was still sleeping and grandma was making waffles, French toast and pancakes because everyone wanted something different. "Morning sleepy head, did you sleep well?" his mother asked kissing the top of his head. "Best sleep I've had in a long time" Arnold smiled. "Morning, Grandma… Breakfast smells intoxicating" he walked over and kissed his grandmother on the cheek "Well good morning, Kimba, breakfast is served!" she said delightfully placing a tall stack of pancakes, waffles, and French toast in front of him, it was at least a foot tall. "Grandma, I don't really think I can eat all that…" Arnold said with a chuckle "Now, Kimba, you have to eat your veggies if you don't want the mole people to suck out your brain" she said as she sat down. Arnold was the only one with food in front of him; he looked towards his parents and the boarders. After a few moments he grabbed some pancakes off the top and passed the plate around for everyone to have some. Oh grandma, how he had missed her crazy antics.
They all sat and ate, enjoying each others company and grandpa joined them somewhere in the middle. Gerdie had placed a tall stack of pancakes in front of him topped with fresh raspberries and whipped cream "Awh, Pookie! I told you! No raspberries!" he cried. "I told you, Phil, raspberries keep the mole people away" Grandma said plainly, Arnold chuckled. When he was finished he washed his plate and put it away "Mom, Dad, I'm going to Gerald's. I'll be back later" he said almost making it out the door "Arnold… When are you going to visit with your grandparents? They've missed you…" His mother said with a frown. "Now, Stella… Arnold is a teenager now; he's got his own things he's got to do let the kid have fun!" Phil said, his stomach starting to gurgle. "Well… I suppose… Don't be home too late and call me if you need anything!"
"I will, mom!"
Arnold showered and changed into a blue button down shirt and a pair of black jeans, running a comb through his hair he ran out of the house where he met with Gerald. They had made plans to catch a movie and get some ice cream. "Hey my man!" Gerald grinned and they did their secret hand shake as they'd done many times before. "What's up, Gerald! You ready? The movie starts soon…. But I can't hang out too long, I made… Other plans…" Arnold said as they walked towards the theatre. "Other plans, man?" Gerald asked and Arnold nodded "Yeah…."
"What other plans?"
"Um…. Helga and I are supposed to go for coffee… But she hasn't texted me yet…"
"You're blowing me off for Helga?"
"Not blowing you off… I just wanted to catch up with her…."
"Whatever you say, man"
They made it to the theatre and took their seats, waiting for the movie to start, popcorn and drinks in hand. Man it felt good to hang out with his best friend, he was full of nostalgia.
"Phoeeeebeeeee! What am I going to wear!" Helga jumped up and down on a sleeping Phoebe, trying to make the tiny Asian girl wake up. Phoebe tiredly sat up and rubbed her eyes "Well… I suppose you should wear clothes…." She said with a yawn, dragging herself out of bed and to Helga's closet. They fumbled through the clothes, throwing most of them on the ground till they had picked out the perfect outfit, even though Helga had said no to it a million times already. It was a black button up tank top with floral print all over, it had a cluster of ruffles down the front, pair dark blue jeans and some black ballet flats. She straightened her yellow hair and applied very light makeup. She looked casual, yet beautiful. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand, no text from Arnold…. She waited and waited till finally
Football Head: Hey, Helga still on for coffee?
Helga: Meh… I guess I have nothing better to do with my day… What time?
Football Head: I'll be at your house in half an hour
Helga: Whatever floats your boat
Helga turned to phoebe and squealed "Im gunna tell him, Phoebe! Today!" she said happily "Right after I pound him for sleeping around with the whole Jungle, that pigheaded little creep!" her excitement turned to anger. Phoebe sighed; she was used to her friend's emotional rollercoaster that she just learned to keep her mouth shut. She had to admit, though… Helga had gotten a LOT better since her long sessions with Dr. Bliss, she was showing much more improvement, and that was all that mattered. She only hoped that eventually she would completely overcome all her bottled up rage… For her own sake… For her happiness… For her sanity. Phoebe smiled at her friend "Well, I'll head home now and let you finish getting ready, good luck Helga, I love you!" she said with a smile and left.
Half an hour later the doorbell rang…
"Olga! Your little friend ALBERT is here!"
Helga scowled and headed down the stairs "I told you BOB! My name is HELGA and his name is ARNOLD!" she shouted. Before she made it to the bottom, her eyes met Arnold's green gaze, he was shocked at how…. Feminine she looked… She was shocked at how drop dead beautifully stunningly gorgeous he was, she tried her best not to gawk. She quickly shook the loving gaze off her face and met Arnold at the bottom of the stairs "What're you looking at, Arnoldo…" she scowled and crossed her arms. Arnold shook his head "Nothing, Helga… You just look…. Wow…" he couldn't even find the right words. Her golden locks falling loosely around her waist, her bright blue eyes lined lightly with makeup to bring out the color, her pouted lips glistening in the light. Arnold shook the thoughts from his head "Ready, Helga?" She nodded and they walked out of the door.
Woah, short… But next one should be longer, and will definitely be coming tomorrow. I really hope you guys rate and review, let me know if I'm worthless and should just drop off the face of the earth :P
I promise, the drama is coming! Oh, is the drama coming...
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