Hello all! Um, this is usually where I tell you all of my fabulous adventures… But alas, I'm starting to get home sick… I miss my boyfriend and stuff…. I wont see him for a month! Le-sigh…
I must've re-written this chapter like a hundred times, but I'm still not satisfied with it… I guess that's what a horrid case of writers block will do to you! I hope you all like it more than I do.
Also, I'm going to be working on two other fanfics, so it would be much appreciated if you go check them out
Oh well! Here's chapter 8!
Disclaimer: Me no own Hey Arnold, k?
Chapter 8: It's always raining in my mind…
"Criminey football head! We're going to die!" Helga paced back and forth, growing extremely worried by their current situation. "We're not going to die, Helga… I'm sure once they notice we've been gone for a while they'll come looking for us…" Arnold said, trying to calm a nervous Helga. "I didn't tell Phoebe and Gerald where we were going! They'll never find us!" she yelped, running back up to the locked door. She continued to jiggle the handle and ram her shoulder into the door till she fell to the floor in pain "Ow!" she cried, holding her throbbing shoulder. Arnold ran up to her and grabbed her off the floor, dragging her back down the stairs "You need to calm down, Helga. We're going to be fine, they will find us" Arnold said calmly. She looked into his eyes and shook her head "Even if they don't find us till Monday, we'll be trapped in here all weekend! It's only Friday!" she said worriedly. Arnold sat down and patted the spot beside him; she took a seat next to him. "Its okay, Helga… its just one weekend, its not too bad" he said trying to lighten up the mood. She smiled softly at his warm gesture and nodded. Even if they had to stay in the dark basement till Monday, she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather be trapped with.
"Its freezing in here…." She said beginning to rub her bare shoulders. "I'd offer you my jacket, but it's upstairs along with my phone…" he said softly. He slid his muscular arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to his warmth. This caused her to blush uncontrollably, but she didn't fight it. She was in the arms of her beloved, he was sharing his warmth with her, and she was in heaven. She shivered slightly and leaned into his hard chest, slipping her arm around his waist, hoping he wouldn't pull away. He slid his free hand up her arm and rubbed it softly, trying to cause some friction to help keep her arms warm. She sighed dreamily and closed her eyes, leaning her head on his shoulder. It wasn't long before Arnold could hear the sound of heavy breathing "Helga?" he murmured. Nothing. "Helga…?" he shook her softly. Still nothing.
Arnold chuckled lightly to himself; he never thought he would be trapped in a basement with Helga G. Pataki asleep in his arms. It made him think of Joanna and that night they slept together in a cold damp cave with the sound of falling water echoing off the walls. It was cold, and damp, and he could hear the sound of pouring rain tapping on the basement window…. Wait… Window! Arnold perked his head up and turned to see a small rectangular window, it was just above the ground but was too small for him to fit through. "Helga! Wake up! There's a window!" he grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently. She woke up and looked at him in a state of panic "Criminey football head! What!" she exclaimed and turned to look in the direction he was pointing at. She noticed the small window and jumped up, running over to it. "It's way too small to fit through…" Helga said, looking over her shoulder at Arnold. He nodded "Yeah, but I think you're small enough to fit" he hinted and she shook her head "Heck no, football head!" she growled at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, I guess we'll be stuck in here all weekend then…" he replied shrugging his shoulders. Just then they could hear the faint sound of the bell ringing and see the shadowed silhouettes of student's feet scampering across the lawn. They both ran to the window and started banging on it, yelling out for help but their screams were muffled by the sound of rain and shouting students.
They watched as the last student ran down the street and disappeared in the distance "It's no use, Arnold… We're stuck…" Helga sighed and banged her back against the wall, sliding down with her knees pressed up against her chest. Arnold leaned down besides her, placing his hand under her chin, he lifted it up so he could look into her eyes "Helga…" he murmured and leaned closer. She blushed deeply in the darkened room "Yes, Arnold?" she inquired dreamily and leaned in closer. "Go through the window, Helga… You can get help" he almost pleaded and she sighed. "Fine, you win…" she said and stood up. She tried to pry the window open but it wouldn't budge "It's stuck!" she cried angrily and looked over at him. He tried forcing it open. Nothing. "Great!" he shouted in frustration as Helga looked around the room "Hold on, I have an idea" she said and grabbed a loose pipe from the wall. Arnold rolled his eyes "Your plans haven't exactly been the greatest…." He said, watching her closely as she walked up to the window.
"Shut up, football head" she said and swung the pipe with all her might, hitting the window and shattering it. "Great, Helga! You've just defaced school property!" he growled and she rolled her eyes "Well, what else do you expect me to do? Sit in here all weekend with a dumb football head!" she was growing angry at all his comments. "I don't want to be stuck in here with you either, Helga! I shouldn't have even come with you…" he said and crossed his arms. "Then you stay over on the other side of the room and leave me alone!" she yelled, gripping the pipe in her hands. "Fine!" he shouted and turned his back to her. She broke away any excess glass from the window with the lead pipe and tossed it onto the ground. "I'll bring back help, football head… Not like you deserve it" she said and pulled herself up to the ledge where the window sat. She squeezed her upper body through the window with ease, grabbing onto the wet blades of grass to help pull her through. She couldn't manage to pull her rear through the window though, and she couldn't bring herself back into the basement.
"Um… Arnold?"
"What do you want, Helga?"
"Um… I think I'm stuck…"
Arnold turned around and ran over to the window almost ramming right into her back end. His eyes roamed her bottom and her thighs and he found his tongue sliding across his bottom lip, he caught himself in the act and scolded himself internally. "Can you pull yourself back inside?" he asked. She scoffed loudly "I just told you, football head, I'm stuck!" she barked angrily, trying her hardest to pull herself back into the dark basement. "Just hold on, Helga, I'll get you out" he said and quickly gripped her waist. She yelped at his hands on her bottom "Sorry!" he called and tried to push her out onto the drenched grass with no luck. "I'm going to pull you back in" he warned and grabbed her ankles, pulling himself back with all his strength. After a few minutes of yanking on her ankles she finally slipped out from the window, but a stray shard of glass cut into her skin causing her to cry out in pain. It ripped a large piece of fabric from her as well as a chunk of flesh; she was on the floor writhing in pain. "Helga! Are you okay?" Arnold grabbed the flashlight, shining it down on her. He gasped as he witnessed a sticky crimson fluid seeping out from beneath her fingers "Do I look okay to you!" she managed to gasp out in pain. Arnold kneeled down besides her, trying to pry her hands away from her abdomen. "Let me see it, Helga!" he ordered, and after a few moments of fighting she finally gave in and moved her hands.
Arnold looked beneath her torn shirt and winced at a large shard of glass sticking out from her bloodied figure. "This looks really bad…" he said worriedly and stood up, flashing the light around the room "There has to be a first aid kit in here somewhere…" he walked around the room. He fumbled around the shelves, finding a few bottles of water, some rubbing alcohol and aha! A first aid kit! He opened it up to find a long strip of gauze rolled into a ball, some cotton swabs, aspirin, Neosporin, and band aids. This had to have been the sorriest first aid kit he'd ever opened. Back in San Lorenzo, the first aid kits had supplies to fix wounds worse than this one. However, living in the jungle for all those years taught him how to improvise.
He ran over to Helga who was losing a fair amount of blood, but nothing too serious "Okay Helga this is going to hurt really bad…" he said and lifted her tank-top up just above her bust. He opened up one of the bottles of water and poured it onto her abdomen, letting the clean liquid wash away the blood. He chewed on his lower lip as he opened the bottle of alcohol and poured it onto the cut, she screamed out in pain and almost jerked up, but he had to pin her to the ground. "Helga, I need you to relax…" he said as he took a deep breath. Once the blood had been washed away he could get a good look at the shard of glass sticking out from her abs, he breathed in slight relief when he realized it was not as bad as it looked before now that the blood was gone. He poured some alcohol onto his hands to try and clean them as best as he could before pulling the glass from her stomach. She winced in utter pain, trying to remain calm. He poured some more water and alcohol onto her wound and used her torn up shirt to wipe it dry before applying the Neosporin on it and wrapping the gauze around her tiny waist. "Its not the best job ever, but it should hold you till we can get out of here" he said and helped her up.
Arnold held the aspirin up to her mouth. She took the small white pills and downed the other bottle of water before Arnold found a warmer spot to sit her down. Her wound was a small gash at best, he figured that it was the blood that freaked her out, and the fact that they were alone in a dark basement possibly trapped till Monday. Arnold shined the flashlight around the room, finding a few blankets in a nearby closet "Does this guy live down here or something?" he asked himself before grabbing them and walking over to where Helga sat. "You doing alright?" he asked, shining the light in her eyes. She raised her hand "Don't do that!" she scolded, and he chuckled slightly "See, doesn't feel too good does it?" he asked and placed one of the blankets on the ground. He sat down on it and patted the spot next to him, Helga sat beside him. With the other blanket he covered them and opened his arms out to Helga, if she wanted to share the warmth again. Helga's eyes brightened and she leaned into him, their backs against the wall. "Thanks" Helga said softly "For what?" Arnold asked curiously. "For helping me" she said with a small smile "You're welcome, Helga" Arnold replied softly and they soon found themselves lying on the blanket now, drifting to sleep. There was no use in over exerting themselves, after all… They had the whole weekend to try and get themselves out. Or so they thought…
Helga woke up a few hours later; it was now around nine o' clock "Arnold…" she whispered. "Mmm… Joanna…." She heard him grumble in his sleep and hold her tighter. She growled lowly to herself and her eyes were in slits "ARNOLD!" she yelled in his ear, startling him awake. "What!" he shouted annoyed "Um, Arnold I'm wet!" she cried. He blinked at this for a moment, not quite understanding what she was trying to say. "Um…. I-I'm… sorry?" he inquired confused. Helga rolled her eyes "Not like THAT football head, I'm literally wet!" she screamed and he flashed the light on the ground. The blanket was soaked in water; he quickly shined the light on the window to see water pouring in from the outside. "Oh…no…." he muttered, remembering back to the morning 'be careful, Arnold, they're expecting a flash flood' Grandpa Phil's voice rang in his ears.
"Helga we have to find a way out, now" he jumped up, pulling her up with him. The rain was pouring into the room faster and faster and after only about half an hour it was up to their knees. "Arnold, I'm scared" Helga grabbed his arm tightly, burring her face into his shoulder. He blushed a little at her sudden gestures and just wrapped an arm around her "It's okay, Helga… I'll get us out of here" he said, trying to take control on their current situation. He knew Helga was in a fragile state of mind right now, and after all she had done for him in the past, he felt like he owed it to her to at least get her out of there safely. "We are so going to die…" Helga said a little sarcastic, trying to mask her fear. She didn't want Arnold thinking she was weak. He turned to look at her "Helga, I will protect you" he said seriously, causing her to turn beet red. She just nodded and followed him up the stairs where he began ramming the door once more "It's no use, football head! It can only be unlocked from the outside!" she cried, but he was determined. "No, Helga. We ARE getting out of here" he said and headed back down the stairs.
The water was up to his knees by now, and it continued to just pour in through the window. He would give it about another hour before it was up to their waists, he looked down at the watch on his wrist, it read ten thirty pm. He frantically searched around for something he could pry the door open with and then he saw it. A beautiful crowbar hanging up on the wall full of other useless tools "Perfect" he said and dragged himself through the water towards the crowbar. He grabbed it off the wall and headed back up the stairs "Stand back" he warned Helga before jamming the crowbar into the doorframe, prizing it open. Helga stared dreamily 'oh my love… never before have I seen such passion in your emerald pools' she thought to herself as the door swung open and Arnold fell onto the ground on the other side. Helga rushed over to him, helping him up "Look whose defacing school property now, eh football head?" she chuckled as he stood to face her. "It was either that or we become drowned rats" he said grabbing her arm and making his way to the school stairs. "What are you doing, football head? The front doors are that way!" she said and pointed in the other direction. Arnold ignored her and dragged her up the stairs to their theatre class "I want to see if the door is open so we can get our stuff" he said and jiggled the door handle. It was locked. "You going to break down this door too?" she said impatiently tapping her foot.
Arnold sighed; he supposed he'd have to wait till Monday to claim his things. They made their way back down the stairs and to the front doors of the school, they were also locked. "Criminey! They don't want us to leave!" Helga exclaimed hopelessly and threw her hands up into the air. Even if the front doors hadn't been locked, they were still stuck, considering the levels of water had risen drastically, engulfing almost half the door by now. "We need to get to a phone" Arnold advised and grabbed her hand, yanking her along with him. He hadn't necessarily been gentle with the wounded girl, but he really just wanted to make sure he got her home safely. As much as he would hate to admit, he had a deep caring for this girl for unknown reasons. They made their way to the schools office and Arnold jumped over the front desk, grabbing the phone and holding it up to his ear. He pressed down on the receiver hook "The phone line is dead…" he mumbled, not hearing a dial tone. "Oh, great! We're going to starve and die! If we don't drown first!" Helga moaned, growing more worried with each passing hour, her stomach rumbling loudly.
"Are you hungry?"
"Doi, Arnold-o! I haven't eaten all day!"
Arnold took her hand and led her down the hall, finding his locker. He was starting to get used to the feeling of her fingers laced between his, he kind of liked it. He blushed at the thought. "What could you possibly need from your locker?" she inquired curiously as he put in the combination. He just smiled and grabbed his black backpack, opening up the side pocket he pulled out a couple Mr. fudgy bars. "Here, Helga" he said handing them to her "Thanks… But aren't you hungry?" she asked softly. "No" he replied plainly. She smiled softly, blushing a little. She chomped down on the Mr. Fudgy bar, finishing it in a couple bites, would be enough to tide her over for a few more hours. Arnold looked down at his feet, noticing the water was seeping through the cracks in the doors.
Freezing water was pouring through the basement door; it had been completely flooded by now, good thing they had gotten out when they did. This situation was bad… No one had come looking for them, they were stuck in a rapidly flooding school, no food, no phones, Helga was hurt and it was barely Friday. The young teens were growing ever hopeless. "Come on, Helga… We need to get to higher ground" he said and held his hand out to her. She took it without hesitation and they made their way back up the stairs, they made it up to the third floor and tried each classroom door in each hallway. Finally they found an unlocked door; one of the teachers must've forgotten to lock it with all the commotion about. They shut the door behind them and made their way to a back corner of the classroom, sitting down and cuddling to try and keep warm.
"Whaddya mean YOU CANT FIND HER!" a very angry Big Bob Pataki shouted over the phone. "You better find her or I'll sue the pants off every last one of you! WHERE was the teacher when she disappeared!" He continued to rage as Phoebe nuzzled her face into Gerald's chest. They had grown very worried for Helga and Arnold once they didn't return by the end of the class. They had even stayed an extra few moments after school, searching for them, calling them, they had even gone so far as to go to the principal who was more concerned with the school falling apart than to find out where their lost friends were. Phoebe and Gerald stopped by Arnold's house first to see if maybe they knew where the two teens were. A very worried Stella immediately alerted the authorities and almost went so far as to go out and search for her son, herself. However Miles knew the flood was dangerous and highly advised against it, Stella hesitantly agreed. Phoebe planned on going to Helga's home to inform Mr. And Mrs. Pataki of the news when Gerald insisted he go with her. Stella and Miles took the Packard to drop the two off, only to be stuck at the Pataki's house because of the flood.
They were all now sitting on the couch, waiting by the phone. Big Bob, Miriam who had been able to sober up just long enough to worry for her baby… Stella, Miles, Phoebe and Gerald. "Now you tell me again, little lady… What exactly happened?" Bib Bob pointed his finger at Phoebe, who was in tears, Gerald holding her and patting her back. "The lights went out and Helga decided to leave the room and find out what was going on… Arnold went with her, and they never came back!" she cried and pushed her face back into Gerald's chest. "So you mean to tell me that my Olga is off traipsing about with that Albert kid in this weather!" he roared, causing everyone to jump slightly. Stella stood up, furious "I'm sure that your daughters name is Helga, and it's Arnold, NOT Albert!" she seethed with anger, clenching her fists at her side. "And I'm sure they're in trouble, not 'traipsing' around together!" she added, before being pulled back down onto the couch by a worried Miles.
Stella and Miles knew exactly who Helga G. Pataki was, how in this universe could they ever forget the yellow haired angel that so kindly reunited them with their son? Deep in their hearts they would always have a place for that kind little nine year old with the pigtails and one eyebrow. So they were just as worried for her as they were for their own son. "Yeah, yeah, sorry lady!" Bib Bob grumbled, sitting back down in his seat….
Blue irises fluttered open tiredly, finding their way to a pale face sleeping soundly. The bright flash of lightning illuminated the room causing his pale flesh to shimmer gloriously. Helga smiled softly to herself, brushing a stray lock of hair that had fallen off his face behind his ear. He stirred slightly when she had inched her way out of his arms and walked over to the window, staring out into the rain tapping hard against the glass. "Oh my love… Here we are trapped in the pouring rain… slumbering soundly in each others arms… How I've longed for the day when I could sleep beside you, and feed on your warmth…" she recited, holding her hands over her heart. She heard him stir again and whisper something "Helga…."
"What, football head! I wasn't saying anythi-" she began to scold, soon realizing he was still asleep. "Wha-" she mumbled to herself and silently crept back over to his snoozing body. She knelt down besides him, listening intently. "Helga…." He moaned again, her face illuminating with glee. Was he dreaming of her? If so, what about? She was excited at the same time worried that it may be bad, for the look on his face seemed uneasy. His eyes were clenched, his body tense and finally he awoke in a state of panic, feeling around frantically. "Helga!" He called out worriedly as his body shot up "I'm right here football head, don't worry" she said softly, grabbing his shaking hand. He sighed and squeezed her small fingers softly "I thought you…" he murmured, she leaned in questioningly. "You thought I what?" she asked and tilted her head a little. He shook his head realizing it was all a horrible dream "Nothing, it was just a dream" he said with a sigh and leaned against the wall. "What did you dream?" she pressed, trapping him. He couldn't blow it off now, she already knew too much.
"The third floor was starting to flood, and we found our way to the roof outside… I was trying to find a way to get you out safe… And we started to fight…" he gripped her hand tighter, they were fighting? That was a surprise… "You got angry and said some pretty nasty stuff to me…. And then you tripped and fell over the edge of the roof, I tried to get over to you as fast as I could and save you, but you just drifted out of sight and then I woke up…" he said sadly and grabbed her, pulling her close "I've never known such fear, except for maybe when I thought my parents were…." He held back tears and Helga gripped him tightly. Arnold was worried for her life? This was heaven! "It's okay, Arnold… It was just a dream" she comforted as he softly placed a kiss on the top of her head "I know… It just felt so real" he replied and stroked her yellow hair. The feeling of his lips against her head was ecstasy; she had to force herself not to melt away in his arms.
"Gosh, Arnold… I had no idea you cared so much…" she said softly and he lifted her chin up. "Helga… How could I not care about the girl who has helped me accomplish so much?" he said with a smile, she was touched by his words. "You're amazing, and one of my very best friends" he said warmly. This hit her heart like a thousand flaming daggers with poisonous ends. He had said it… Friend… Was all she was to him, but she should have known… Maybe if she would have been kinder to him he would have fallen in love with her instead of holding a place in his heart for her just as a friend. "Th-Thanks Arnold… You've become one of my b-best f-friends too…" she said trying to hold back the tears threatening to burst out of her blue eyes. Arnold was confused "Why are you crying?" he asked in concern. Helga shook her head and turned away from him, wiping the salty tears away with the back of her hand. "I'm not crying, football head… I have an eyelash in my eye" she tried to convince him, but he was not having it. She stood up and ran over to the window trying desperately to find a way out, but she was stuck with him. He made his way over to her and grabbed her arms, twisting her around to look her dead in the eye; the flashes of lightening brightening up the room. Her eyes were wet and soggy from the tears she could no longer fight. She looked miserable, and he had no idea why.
"What's wrong, Helga!" he questioned loudly, shaking her violently. She looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. "I CAN'T tell you!" she cried, trying to fight his grip, but he was to strong for her own good. "Why not!" he was growing impatient, tightening his grip on her shoulders. "Because! Because I'm just a friend! My feelings mean nothing!" she said and fell to the ground, her face in her hands. Arnold sat down next to her, looking at her sadly "What does being my friend have to do with anything?" he inquired. She just looked at him with a hint of disgust prancing about her features. "Criminey, Arnold-o! How dense could you possibly be?" she grabbed his shoulder, shaking him vigorously. "Helga, what are you talking about!" he cried impatiently, wanting desperately to know what she was hiding. She just sighed, already regretting what she was about to do. She pushed him down onto the cold tile and straddled him, pinning him to the ground with his hands at his sides. She clenched her eyes shut tight and roughly smashed her wanting lips against his, he was confused. His eyes grew wide with confusion and a hint of fear, he struggled beneath her for a brief moment before his eyes flitted closed in defeat.
Her tongue slid across his bottom lip, begging for access into his warm, humid mouth. He parted his lips slightly, reluctantly granting her wish and her tongue shot inside, meeting and wrestling with his. After a few moments, Arnold gave into his temptations and welcomed her passion with his own. Hands trailed up to his hair and gripped his golden locks desperately, her other hand resting on his soft cheek. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, getting caught up in the 'heat of the moment'. The one thing he liked most about Helga was no doubt her passion… He gripped her thigh with one of his hands, the other still place on the curve of her back, lifted her up and placed her with her back pinned against the ground. He was now pressed against her, kissing her with a passion she'd never dreamed of seeing in her life. One wrong move led her to cry out in pain. This caused him to come back down to earth and he jumped back almost instantly "I'm sorry Helga!" he exclaimed in embarrassment.
"No! It's okay, Arnold!" she said and made her way back to him, trying to push herself onto him again but he grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back. "Helga, stop!" he cried desperately trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. He was so confused! What was she doing? Better yet, what was HE doing! He'd just had a steamy make-out session with Helga G. Pataki! And he liked it! What was this world coming to? "What's wrong Arnold?" she asked anxiously, she was trying to make sense of things herself. "Helga, what is going on with you! One minute you're calling me football head and the next minute you have me pinned to the ground! I don't understand… I'm confused!" he placed the palm of his hand against his forehead, trying to think.
[5:30 a.m.] read the digital watch sitting on a small wrist, Phoebe was drifting in and out of sleep, Gerald was already passed out and snoring. Big Bob sat with his cell phone clutched in his hands, Miriam had eventually decided to make herself a 'smoothie' and passed out, and Stella and Miles sat holding each other hoping that their children were safe. Finally the phone in Bob's hand began to ring "Did you find her!" were the first words out of his mouth. "Yes, Mr. Pataki, I think we may have an idea of where they are" The voice said over the phone in assurance. Everyone perked up upon seeing the gleam in Bob's eyes "They think they might know where they are" he nodded to everyone, sighs of relief came from their mouths and smiles lit up their faces.
"Criminey, Football head! What is there to understand! Don't you get it! I LOVE you! LOVE YOU!" she said and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him violently. His eyes widened and his pupils dilated, he was stunned. All the memories he had of that rainy night atop the FTi roof suddenly came flooding back and he realized in that moment that what had happened that day was in fact not a 'heat of the moment' type of thing. He fell silent, trying to collect his thoughts, he didn't know what or how to feel about this bit of information that she had just threw at him like a million heavy cinder blocks. "Arnold, say something!" she yelped completely shocked at herself, she was pumped full of adrenaline and fear.
"Helga I- I need time to think!"
"I hear voices in here!"
Just then the door burst open and the two teenagers snapped their head to see men dressed in black holding flashlights, helmets atop their heads to help shield them from the rain. It was moments before they realized they were a rescue crew and they jumped up, running over to them. They were so excited that they were saved! Finally saved! The men threw two blankets over their shoulders and helped them outside and into their water resistant truck. They rode in the back seat in silence… Not once daring to look at the other. "We're going to take you kids back to the station, your parents and friends are waiting for you there" one man said looking back at them through his rear view mirror. Neither of them replied, just stared out their own window, both deep in thought…
Aaaaand this is where I end this chapter! Gosh, I had such a hard time ending it! So if it seems a little weird and thrown around I really apologize…. Anyway I hope you enjoy chapter 8! And I'll have the next one up soon as possible!
So I re-read my first chapter, and oh my god was it awful! I guess when I had uploaded onto the site it got all jumbled around and stuff, it looks like a four year old wrote it! I promise that's not how I write, but I'm too lazy to go back and fix it AND I need to use the time I have on the internet to update other chapters for you all :) just thought I might throw that in there so you guys don't think I'm an illiterate fool
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