WOW so, sooooo much has happened in my life since… Well, since last night. I'm sure no one really cares to know about it, but I'm going to tell you anyway cause Im super excited! Well, my best friend is a big truck driver, and he asked if I would go on the road with him for six months, and I said YES! So I'm basically up and leaving spur of the moment this Saturday for six months! I'm going to have so much free time to write for you guys, not only that… I'm going to have so much inspiration! I can't wait to update my story from the road! Well, anyway… Here's chapter 4, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! Craig Bartlett does and his minions.

Chapter 4: I miss you….

Helga walked beside Arnold, she was so close to him, every now and again her hand would brush up against his but she would quickly yank it away. Arnold kept trying to make small talk with her but she seemed un-amused, deep in her own thoughts. She was playing over and over in her head how she could tell him, what she would say. It had been eight long painstaking years, she still loved him, but he very obviously didn't share her feelings… But why? She just couldn't understand, and then suddenly she was yanked out of her thoughts.

"Helga…? Are you listening to me?"

"Of course I am football head why would you ask…."

"Um… Because I asked you a question and you wouldn't answer…"

"Oh, sorry Arnold… I guess I was just thinking about something else…" Helga said softly and looked over at him, forcing a weak smile. "Helga, are you okay?" Arnold asked, placing his hand on her shoulder. She jerked herself away and scowled at him "Don't touch me football head, and I'm fine what do you care" she said angrily and walked ahead of him, he quickly caught up to her and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back to look at him; they were at a complete stand-still.

"Helga, why don't you just cut the crap and tell me what your problem is? I just came back and I'm trying to catch up with you, I thought we were passed all the mean and nasty behavior and were finally going to be friends" he said a little annoyed. She had never heard him curse before and she blinked a couple times before looking down, she couldn't bare the look in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Arnold…. I guess I'm just nervous about you being back… And I don't really know how to deal, ya know?" she said and met his gaze nervously. Arnold gave her a warm smile and wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tightly. "I did miss you, Helga" he said and took her hand; they continued to walk down the street till they came up to Slausens.

When they walked in, they chose a corner table in the back where they were closed away from the rest of the guests. A tiny waisted waitress with a large bust and short blonde hair appeared at their table "Hi, guys, my name is Bernice and I'll be your waitress today" she said with a friendly smile, eyeing Arnold with hearts in her eyes "What can I get for you?" she asked flirtatiously and Arnold turned to look up at her "We need a minute" he said waving her off uninterested and turned to Helga "Do you know what you want?" he asked pushing his menu to the side "Yeah…" she mumbled "Me too…" he said and smiled at her, placing his hand on hers. She eyed his hand for a long moment before pulling it away. He blinked. Just then, Bernice was back with a pen and paper "Ready, guys?" she asked sweetly. Helga turned to her and nodded "I just want an iced mocha latte, no whipped cream and nonfat milk." She turned to Arnold "And for you?" she asked "Um, I'll just have an Americano, hot, black" he said. She nodded and wrote down their orders before sauntering away.

"Helga…." Arnold muttered, blushing slightly

"What, football head?" she glared

"I really did miss you…" he said with a weak smile

"You missed me? YOU missed ME? Well, football head that's kind of hard to believe considering you were running around the jungle with some ditz the entire time you were there. Maybe, just MAYBE if you hadn't stopped replying to my emails, I could believe that you missed me… But no, Arnold… You didn't miss me… you just don't care… you never did…" Helga turned away from him and looked down, sadness filling her eyes. Arnold seemed upset at this assumption "Is that what this is about? Joanna? Is that why you've been mean to me since I got here? You're jealous, Helga…. But why? Why are you so upset that I found someone who cares about me? As my friend, shouldn't you be happy for me?" he asked confused. "And she is not a ditz, Helga, she's gentle and kind and loving, and smart…." He said in defense. Helga was hurt by his kind words about her.

"You found someone who cares about you? Arnold… You're so blind, you always have been… Stop being so naïve and just grow up… I know I did… But you make this so hard for me…"

"What is hard for you, Helga? You can tell me anything…" he said and placed his hand on hers again.

"Why can't you see, Arnold… That I….I…"

"Alright guys, here are your coffees, is there anything else I can get you?" Whew… Saved by the waitress, Helga thought to herself and looked up at her. "Thanks" she said and grabbed her coffee. Arnold grabbed his and sipped at it. They both stared out the window awkwardly. Helga sipped on her coffee, deep in thought, she had to tell him, she had to tell him before some other girl came and swept him off his feet, since every girl they had seen for some reason had been eyeballing him. Arnold had turned into quite the looker over the years, and there was just something about him that most guys didn't seem to have. "What were you going to tell me, Helga?" Arnold decided to break the silence, she shook her head "Nothing….Football head… its not important" she said and sipped her coffee some more. Arnold was getting irritated now, for some reason she always seemed to irritate him, and yet he couldn't get enough of her. "Helga, cut the shit out and tell me what your deal is! You always do this to me! You're about to tell me something important, something big, and then you just blow it off as if it's not important, when it really is" he said and slammed his coffee down on the table. Helga looked at him unfazed.

"I don't need to tell you anything, Arnoldo… Its none of your damn business and frankly you've proved to me that you don't really care…" she said and gulped down her coffee before standing up "Can we go now?" she asked, realizing that this was a pointless endeavor. "Whatever you say, Helga…" Arnold tossed the amount of the bill as well as a tip on the table and they walked out the door. They walked in silence for what it seemed like hours before finally coming up to Helga's house "Well, Arnoldo, I'd say this was fun… But it really was just a big waste of time." Helga said as she reached into her purse, pulling out some money for her part of the bill

"Here you go, for my coffee and part of the tip" she said pushing it into him. Arnold batted her hand away and shook his head "No, Helga it was my treat, I wanted to do something nice for you since we haven't seen each other and all…" he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Whatever you say, football head" Helga said and walked inside, slamming the door in his face.

She headed upstairs and into her private bathroom, which Big Bob had added once they came into a ton of money. Since they had upgraded from beepers to cell phones they were pretty wealthy, considering Bob owned over half the cell phone companies in the whole town; he was even trying to aim for the stars but that meant they would have to move and was something Helga refused to do. So now their little home had been extended, there was an extra room for guests, an office and two added bathroom's for when Olga came home and was fighting with Helga for the bathroom. There was a restroom in each of the rooms as well as a guest bathroom on the bottom floor. You wouldn't think a bathroom was a big deal... But in this family it was.

Helga shut and locked the door to her bathroom and stripped down to her birthday suit, glaring at her reflection in the mirror. Her long, lean abdomen showed traces of self mutilation that she had kicked way back in the day, were fading now. She was toned and defined in her stomach, considering she had been in ballet since she was three. This was something no one would ever know, except for Lila who eventually started taking the same pointe class as her. However, Helga swore that if Lila ever peeped a word of it to anyone she would pound in her highnesses face till there was nothing left. Because of the ballet classes and spending four nights a week with ms. Perfect, Helga and Lila had even grown a secret friendship. Helga wasn't too worried about Lila blurting out her secret because she wasn't really the type to betray someone's trust like that. And as much as Helga refused to admit it, she knew that Lila really was as nice as she made herself out to be.

Helga ran her fingers through her long golden hair and turned her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder to examine the back of her thighs and rear end. Due to her extreme ballet lessons, there wasn't a trace of cellulite to be found, thank god. Her bum was rather on the large side, as well as her legs due to the muscle mass of her body. Her waist was extremely tiny, measuring just below 23 inches, 25 on a fat day, and her breasts were average sized but extremely perky. There was no doubt people would think she was a regular hottie, if she took her clothes off that is, but she usually kept well covered up. She sighed to herself and turned the water in the shower on as hot as she could stand it and stepped in, leaning her forehead against the wall of the shower. "Stupid… Stupid… Stupid…" she said banging her head "I need to tell him before someone else gets to his stupid football head…" she growled and squirted a bit of shampoo into her hand. She lathered it into her long hair and stuck her head under the water to rinse it out "How can I get him to come to me….? IF I make him fall for me than I don't have to be the one to tell him…" she began to scheme.

Meanwhile…

Arnold sat on his bed, throwing a baseball against the wall and catching it when it bounced back. What had just happened? He tried to do some catching up with an old friend, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, one of his best friends… And all she could do was rag on him for not emailing her back, or for being with… Joanna… But what did she expect? That he would make emailing her his top priority? After all the mean and nasty things she'd done to him as kids, after all the ridicule and bullying he went through because of her? However, it was in the past, and before he had decided to stay with his parents in the jungle they had become close… extremely close… In fact, he had to admit that most of the amazing things he had accomplished before he left wouldn't have happened if Helga hadn't made it possible…

There was that FTI incident… That would have plowed right into the ground if Helga hadn't been secretly helping him, giving inside information and what have you. Then there was the jungle trip, Arnold would have NEVER found his parents if it hadn't been for Helga… And when everyone else had given up the search, there she was, determined to help reunite him with Stella and Miles… No one would have ever done that for him in a million years, not even Gerald… Helga… Helga G. Pataki… She could be so cruel; sometimes her heart was ice cold… And yet, in her eyes there was a kindness no one could ever see. But Arnold saw it, he saw right down to her sweet center of her terribly sour exterior. He was probably the only one who would ever be able to see it… He had to break her down, piece by piece, but how? He was determined to bring out the Helga he knew she really was inside, and he knew she was hiding something, but what?

Arnold was slowly coming to realize that without Helga lurking in the shadows, he'd be nothing, he was the man with the plan and Helga was the woman behind him, making all seem possible. He was nothing without her, just a dumb kid with a dream, but why was she wasting her time on his dreams? "I will figure you out…" he growled, growing irritated he threw the ball at the wall with all his strengths, it came bouncing back at him and almost hit him in the face. He quickly ducked and it hit the wall behind him, falling on the bed beside him. He sighed deeply to himself and flopped down onto his bed, staring up at the sky before he felt his phone vibrate. He pondered for a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling it out. There was a text from a number he didn't recognize.

Unknown: Hey, Arnold?

Arnold: Yes? Who is this?

Unknown: Its Rhonda, I got ur number from Gerald, since you never txted me…

Arnold: Sorry, I got kinda busy… What's up?

Arnold saved her number to his phone.

Rhonda: Was wondering if u would like to come to a party with me tonight?

Arnold: Um… Sure, what time?

Rhonda: Great! Pick u up at 8!

Arnold blinked at his cell phone and shook his head before getting up and grabbing a towel hanging from his bedroom door. He walked downstairs to the bathroom and locked the door behind him; he stripped down and combed his hair before turning the water on and stepping into the shower. Hot water trickled down his body and onto his stomach where a defined six pack was starting to form, he worked out regularly. His arms were pretty bulky but not gross, just enough to see nice muscle definition. He had a large V shape formed where his abdomen and pelvis met and the muscles on his back were also much defined, contorting effortlessly with every move he made. He washed his hair with shampoo and conditioner as well as his body with a raspberry scented soap bar. He quickly stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before walking out of the bathroom, running straight into grandpa Phil. "Oh, Arnold! You smell like raspberries!" Phil grimaced "Uh, yeah grandpa… That's my soap…" Arnold said with a confused look. "Oh, not again!" Phil's stomach started to rumble and he gripped it, sprinting into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. Arnold blinked slightly and shook his head "Oh grandpa…" he said and headed up to his room.

He stood in front of his closet, scratching his head idly as he decided what to wear. It was a party… And Rhonda, the richest and most popular girl in school was his date… What did one usually wear to these things? He knew she would kill him if he showed up in anything less than perfect. He pulled out a white wife beater and a pair of dark blue jeans, which were a little tighter for comfort. To wear over the wife beater he picked out a black silk button down top, long sleeved and put it on. He had the first three buttons undone to give it a more casual appearance, his defined collarbone was visible. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbow and combed his shaggy hair, letting it air dry.

He wore a pair of black boots, and a black belt to add the final touch. He looked stunning; he even had to take a double check at himself, surprised at how good he could look. By the time he was ready, Rhonda had already shown up to his house, knocking on the door. Grandma had let her in and pointed her in the direction of Arnold's room. "Arnold, may I come in?" Rhonda called from behind the door; Arnold walked over and opened it to reveal a very sexy, very long legged beauty waiting for him on the other side. "Sure, Rhonda I just need to grab a few things" Arnold stepped aside to let her in.

Arnold blinked, looking at her, taking her in. Her hair was tied into a very loose bun, a few ringlet curls loose, forming around her face. She wore a white spaghetti strap tank top, with a pair of extremely tight black skinny jeans, they showed off her round bottom, Arnold couldn't help but to look. No matter how sweet and shy and mature he was, he was still a guy and was still attracted to that sort of thing. Especially being in high school with raging hormones. She had on a pair of red heels, about 3 inches, making her legs look longer and making her appear taller. However she was still not as tall as Arnold, not by much, maybe about one or two inches.

She walked over to Arnold and slid her arms around his neck, embracing him for a moment. "Arnold, you look exquisite" she said and pulled away, looking him up and down. "I absolutely knew you wouldn't disappoint" she said with a smile. He rubbed his arm "Um, thanks… You look good too, Rhonda" he said with a weak smile. He grabbed his wallet and his house keys before they headed down the stairs. "Mom, Dad I'm going out, don't wait up!" he called, but they had enough time to meet him at the door. "Where are you going, Arnold?" his mother asked curiously, noticing the way the two teenagers were dressed. "Oh, Mrs. Shorman, it's so wonderful to see you again!" Rhonda interrupted and hugged her without warning. "Oh…. You too… Rhonda… was it?" she asked trying to remember the young girl. "Oh yes, Rhonda, wellington Lloyd" she said in a sophisticated tone.

"I was in the class with Arnold, when we went into the jungle" she said with a smile. Stella nodded "Oh, yes I remember now, you were the one who was afraid to get sand on your designer shoes" she said not amused with this girls attitude. She didn't quite approve of stuck up behavior, but she was not about to refuse for her son to see this girl either, especially since they had been friends so long. She just kept her mouth shut, letting Arnold pick and choose his friends on his own. Rhonda was taken aback by her remark and faked a smile "Yes, very expensive" she tried to blow it off. "We are having a birthday dinner for me and I thought I'd invite Arnold since he just got back and all" she blatantly lied to his mothers face. Stella crossed her arms, knowing it was bull. "Well, alright, you two have fun and be safe… Don't be back too late and remember to call me if you need anything, anything at all" she said and kissed Arnold on the cheek, and with that they were out the door and in the car, driving to some party.

"You know, Rhonda… You didn't have to lie to my mother… She's not the type to not let me go out like that…" Arnold said, un-amused by Rhonda's lie. She looked over at him and shook her head "Oh come on, Arnold, do you really think I want her to have the image of me as the party animal or something? Puh-lease, that's ridiculous" she said and continued driving "Well, still… You could've told her the truth" he said. They drove the rest of the way in silence.

When they arrived at the party they walked up to the door, Rhonda's arm intertwining with Arnold's, there was no doubt she had the most attractive date there and would definitely earn her extra points with her rich friends. "Rhonda! Darling!" a snooty sounding voice called out as a tall, curly headed girl walked up to them and kissed Rhonda on both her cheeks. She was beautiful, slim, and had light brown skin. Arnold blinked as she noticed him

"Arnold! What a surprise! Back from the jungle I see!" she said and hugged him tightly. "Um… Hi…" Arnold muttered, tilting his head a little to the side, trying to figure out who she was and how she knew him. "You don't remember a little girl with ponytails… Who was obsessed with insects?" she said with a sly smile, and it hit him. "Nadine…?" he questioned. What had happened to her? She looked so different… She was acting… Snobbish, like a rich kid. Well it turns out her father had gotten a job with Rhonda's dad and soon moved up to become his partner in crime. Rhonda's dad had given him the job after he lost his and their family had almost been forced onto the streets; they hit it big and became extremely wealthy, next to Rhonda. Now, now she was like Rhonda… What a shame… He liked her the way she was. However she was no longer that little girl who collected bugs as a hobby.

"Well, you must excuse me, I need to get back to my date, good to see you, Arnold!" she waved and walked off.

Arnold blinked twice and turned to Rhonda "A lot of people have changed since I left…." He said a bit disappointed that Nadine of all people would have turned just as snobby as Rhonda was, if it weren't for Rhonda being the queen bee, Nadine might just had very well taken over as ruler. Arnold shuddered lightly being snapped from his thoughts as Rhonda chatted with him idly about her new outfit, how it was specially made for her by some amazing designer. It was funny, because he was sure he could find that same outfit at any walmart or target or something.

Many of her rich peers would come up and converse with them, and Rhonda would make up some elaborate story of Arnold's grand adventures in the jungle, about almost getting killed by green eyed whatevers and how he barely made it out alive by the skin of his teeth or whatever that phrase was. Arnold was un-amused at how much this girl lied to make herself look better! It wasn't even her adventures she was talking about and she still used it to her advantage, ugh, what a croc. Arnold sat, bored on a rounded couch while Rhonda went on and on about him and her had written to each other every single day and how much he missed him and blah blah blah, which wasn't true at all. Sure Arnold had written to her a couple times, but she had never even once responded, she was far too busy with her oh so charming and exciting life.

Several drinks later, Arnold was feeling good but had decided to take it easy on the liquor. However, Rhonda had other plans… She was already plastered along with all her 'friends' Arnold sighed heavily… This was going to be a loooong night.

Eventually the party died down and drunken teenagers began irresponsibly driving home, a much obliterated Rhonda fumbled around for her keys in her purse as they stood beside her car. Her heels in her right hand as she growled deeply, becoming irritated at her uncooperative purse. "Um… Rhonda… Maybe I should drive…" Arnold reached over and grabbed her purse; he quickly found her keys and helped her into the back of her car.

"I'll drive you home and I'll walk back to the boarding house from there" he said turning back to look at her, strewn sloppily across the back seat.

She looked up at him and shook her head "I can't go home like THIS" she exclaimed quite drunkenly. Arnold blinked. "Can I just stay with you tonight, Arnold?" she pleaded. He sighed, she obviously hadn't thought this through before she decided to go get wasted at some snob party. She would obviously get into deep trouble with her parents if they found out she had been drinking and expected to drive. Arnold was in a dilemma, he didn't really want her to crash at the boarding house, what would his mother say? He was too polite and kind-hearted to deny her pleading though, besides there was an extra room in the boarding house that she could sleep in. Arnold sighed, agitated and agreed to her wishes.

By this time, Arnold was completely sober and driving back to the Sunset Arms. He pulled up and parked, helping Rhonda stumble out of the car. Her hair had fallen completely out of its bun and swayed loosely around her arms. The strap to her tank-top was halfway down her shoulder, and her feet were tattered and blackened from walking barefoot on the dirty ground outside. She struggled to walk so Arnold slung her arm around his shoulder and guided her up the stoop. Her eyes were shut and her head hung against his chest, she was hardly moving and almost completely limp in his arms before.

"Arnold…. I-I…ooooouuuhhhhhhhaaaaa!"

She wretched and leaned forward, a white foamy substance found its way from her mouth to the front of Arnold's stoop. He quickly jumped back but collected himself as he realized none of it made its way to his nice outfit. He groaned in utter annoyance and grabbed her long black hair, pulling it gently out of her face, he rubbed her back and let her finish. She moaned in pain and fell limp into his arms, she was completely drunk, and was not going to make this night any easier for him. He sighed and grabbed her arm; he slipped his other hand around her inner thigh and tossed her over his shoulder with ease. He sighed heavily and as quietly as he could, opened the door to the boarding house and walked inside. He noticed the kitchen light on and winced, he knew he should inform whoever was in there that he was home and inform them that they would have a guest stay over.

On his way to the kitchen he plopped Rhonda down onto the couch, not so gently and made his way through the door. The last person he wanted to see sitting at the table was his mother, sipping on some warm milk and reading a book in her pink fuzzy robe and slippers. Her hair was damp and her face was shiny with her evening moisturizer, her hair held back and out of her face by a matching pink fuzzy head band. She looked up and smiled at her son.

"Evening, son how was the 'birthday dinner?'" she used air quotes and turned back to her novel. Arnold knew his mother wasn't stupid and walked over to the chair beside her, sitting down. "It was a party, mom" he confessed softly, a little guilty for not correcting Rhonda when she had outright lied to his mother. He had just not wanted to embarrass her. Stella smirked slightly, not turning her attention from her book "I know, Arnold" she said plainly "You're not a child anymore and I expect you to just be open with me" she said as her duty as his mother.

She again, wasn't stupid, she knew he would have told her the truth, it was Rhonda that lied. However, he did go along with it and that wasn't very good, but it wasn't a big deal, she knew he was a responsible kid. "I'm sorry mom" he said with a small smile. She looked up to him and blew him a kiss "Well, now that you're home I'm going to head up to bed" she said closing her book and walking over to the sink to wash her glass. "Oh, mom one more thing…. Well… Um…. Rh-" he began to explain that Miss Lloyd would be staying there for the remainder of the evening before.

"What in the name of creation!" a shout was heard from the living room where Rhonda was passed out on the couch. Arnold and Stella looked at each other before heading into the living room. They saw Grandpa Phil scratching his head, looking down at the sleeping raven haired girl. Stella looked at Arnold with a slight glare "Arnold?" she asked waiting for his explanation. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed nervously "she was in no condition to drive home so I offered her the extra room for the night" he said softly.

Stella shook her head too tired to deal with this "good night, Arnold" she said and reached up to kiss him on the cheek before heading off to her room. Arnold looked at his grandpa who was still scratching his head. He turned on his heels and headed towards the kitchen for a midnight snack "crazy kids, I tell ya' crazy kids and their crazy schemes…" he mumbled to himself, disappearing into the darkened kitchen, all that could be seen was the light of the fridge then darkness and Phil walked back through the living room holding a plate of raspberries. "Crazy kids…" he continued mumbling to himself, heading to his room for the night. Arnold chuckled lightly at his grandpa before reaching down to shake Rhonda. Not a stir. He groaned and grabbed her off the couch, slinging her back over his shoulder.

He walked down the hall and to a vacant room where he opened the door and fumbled with one hand to turn down the bed sheets. He set her down onto the bed and tucked her in before heading off to bed himself. What a night this turned out to be. He sighed and opened the door to his room; he shed his clothing and threw them on top of his hamper before crawling into bed, wearing his blue and white plaid boxers. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

He wasn't asleep for long before his eyes fluttered open softly; he was in too much of a daze to fully comprehend what was happening. Rhonda had awoken some time in the night and found her way to his room, and now she was hovering over him, both her hands on either side of his body. Once he realized what was going on, he shot up and backed into the wall, holding his blanket against his exposed chest. Rhonda leaned closer, smiling wickedly, her breath hot on his skin. She reeked of alcohol and a mixture of strawberries, her breathing was deep.

"Rhonda…. Are you okay…?" he asked, slightly afraid of her next move. Her hair was messily pushed to one side, hanging down over her shoulder. She was still wearing her white tank-top, both straps falling down her bony shoulders, but she wasn't wearing pants! What was going on! Arnold was staring into the face of the richest most beautiful girl in school, she was wearing a skimpy tank-top and a pair of boy shorts. Arnold was extremely confused. "Rhonda…" he murmured, trying to back up as much as possible, but she had him trapped. She leaned into him with puckered lips and right before she was about to smack them right into his he grabbed both of her shoulders and pushed her back.

She blinked in confusion, sitting back slightly, placing her hands on the bed between her long legs. "What's wrong, Arnold? You don't find me attractive?" she said wickedly. He shook his head "It's not that… you're drunk and obviously not in your right mind" he said and got out of his bed. The moonlight shined down on him, illuminating each curve and definition of his muscles contracting with every move he made. She licked her lips a little at the sight of his defined body. She also got off his bed and walked towards him, he couldn't help but to glance at her long, slender legs. He shook his head and backed away slightly.

"Come on, Arnold… I know you want me" she snaked as she lunged toward him; she pushed him down onto his red couch that was pulled from the wall. She was on top of him with her legs on either side of him "Rhonda… I-" he was cut off by her pale lips pressing against his. For a moment, one small moment he kissed her back before pushing her away. She tried again to find his lips with hers, but as this happened she just fell limp on top of him, her head against his chest, was she… snoring? Arnold was so confused by her actions. He ever so softly, as not to wake her slipped out from beneath her and lay her down onto the couch. He grabbed a blanket from his closet and placed it over her before getting back into his bed "What a weird girl…" he muttered before passing out.

As the sun shined brightly through the skylight, Rhonda's eyes opened slowly, hissing at the blinding sun. She felt like she had gotten hit by a truck the night before and threw her arm over her eyes, trying to block out the sun. Then it hit her, she wasn't in her room! She shot up and looked around "Oh… my…. God…" she gasped, so that wasn't a dream! She had really spent the night with Arnold! She looked down at her attire, her white tank top and a pair of black boy shorts, and no recollection of the night before. "Oh my god… did we…" she said to herself before quickly getting off the red couch, she looked around in a state of panic, Arnold was nowhere to be found.

She searched the room for something, anything to put on to cover up her exposed spider legs, just then she heard the door knob rattle and she jumped back onto the couch, pulling the blanket over her to cover her underwear. Arnold walked into the room, holding a tray with a stack of pancakes a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. He smiled at Rhonda when he realized she was awake "Morning sleepy head" he said and placed the tray in front of her "I brought you some breakfast, and your pants" he said. She noticed her pants draped over his arm. She moved the tray to the ground and patted the seat next to her, he sat down. "No thank you, Arnold… I'm not hungry…" she said nervously, gazing into his emerald eyes.

"Did you need to use the shower or anything?" he asked, not wanting her to feel rushed to leave his home, but he kind of didn't want her to stay much longer… Not to be mean… but this whole thing had been quite, odd… "No, I'm okay, Arnold…" she said and looked down. "Well, I'll let you get dressed in private" he said and stood up. "Arnold, wait!" she called before he left the room, he turned back and looked at her "Yes, Rhonda?" he asked. She sighed and looked down at the blanket covering her legs "Did….we….?" she asked hinting down at her almost naked body.

He chuckled a little and shook his head "No, Rhonda… we didn't… but you tried" he said nervously and rubbed his arm. She looked up at him embarrassed "I'm so embarrassed!" she cried and flung herself back onto the couch. Arnold sighed and walked over to her "Don't be, its okay… You were drunk" he said trying to consol her. She sat back up and looked at him "Yeah..." her frown turned into a sly smile "But you know you wanted to" she winked at him before shooing him away. He blinked, confused for a moment before almost sprinting out of his room, he wanted to get out of there before she threw herself at him again.

Soon after she changed she headed down the stairs and made her way into the kitchen where everyone in the boarding house was sitting at breakfast. Arnold turned to look at her and smiled. "Look! Arnold had a little girlfriend spend the night eh heh heh heh" Oskar blurted out inappropriately. "Kokoshka you nitwit! Shut your dang mouth and eat yer' pancakes" Ernie scolded and began digging into his breakfast. Stella never once looked up to meet Rhonda's pleading eyes, and Arnold noticed the tension so thick. He got up and walked Rhonda to the door "Sorry, they're a bit eccentric" he said rubbing the back of his neck. She smiled lightly and shook her head "No, its okay…" she said and leaned into him "Thanks for taking care of me last night, Arnold… It was really sweet of you" she tried to flirt, reaching up, and her breath on his face again. This time she smelled of morning breath and coffee, apparently it was the only thing she had wanted out of the whole breakfast. He wretched a little and placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her away softly "It was no problem, Rhonda, I'll see you at school tomorrow?" he asked, she nodded reluctantly and with that she was gone.

Arnold walked back into the kitchen, completely baffled at every event that had taken place that night and this morning. What was Rhonda trying at? She had never given him the time of day before and now she was throwing herself at him, he had always seen her as just a friend. He wouldn't be caught dead with such a snobby girl, her attitude was horrible and he had to admit, he was always such a sucker for the nice girls like, Joanna, and Lila. Rhonda just wasn't the girl for him, no way in a million years. He ate his breakfast and headed to his room to prepare for his first day of school. He was a senior, holy cow! He couldn't believe it….

Okay Im soooooo sorry it took me so long to update! I've been on the road for about three days now, and internet service is more expensive than I realized! But I promise I will be updating as often as I can! I hope you guys like this chapter, its only the first of many crazy things Arnold will be going through in this story… Poor boy… And Its only going to be the first day of school!

And again, it is my first fan fic, so I know its probably not that great, but go easy on me eh? My next ones will be a lot better, I promise!

Rate and review, or I'm not gunna post anymore chapters till you do

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