Chapter 6!

I'm gonna leave a rather short message just because of the thing I posted last night. I don't own these characters or the song, blah blah blah, disclaimers.

The song is called "Give Me Just One Night (Una Noche)" by 98 Degrees. (oh those 90's boy band days... xD)

Hope you enjoy!

Give Me Just One Night

Arnold/Helga

"This was a horrible idea. Telling Arnold to ask Helga to the April Fool's Dance."

"You never know Gerald, something completely unexpected could happen…"

"Unexpected? It's going to be exactly the same. Helga and Arnold argue with each other throughout the entire dance, even though they aren't going with each other. You don't remember junior prom, or last year's homecoming, or…"

"I get it, I get it. But I feel like something is different tonight. It's one of the last dances of our high school careers."

"If something unexpected happens, I owe you a dinner at Chez Pierre."

"Make it Chez Paris and you have a deal."

They shook hands and Gerald kissed it quickly as Phoebe blushed. They proceeded to walk into the high school gym together.

As Gerald didn't realize, Phoebe had been watching the two blondes closely that night and noticed that something was different between them. When Helga and her came down the stairs to get picked up for the dance, she had watched the reaction of not only her date, but Arnold as well. She wasn't surprised of the reaction that Gerald had given her. After three years of dating, he still thought she was beautiful. She remembered blushing at that moment but then looked at Arnold who had been completely stunned by Helga's appearance. Sure it wasn't something that Helga would typically go out in, a tight black dress and red heels but Phoebe had to admit, Helga looked amazing. And Arnold thought so too, maybe they wouldn't be fighting all night.

Or so she thought.

Gerald laughed. They weren't even ten feet into the gym before Helga and Arnold started to argue with each other. Phoebe sighed.

"Aww babe, don't look so upset."

"I'm not. It's only one fight. The night can still go well."

"If you say so." He kissed her forehead and laughed again as Arnold and Helga argued in the background.

Halfway through the night, it seemed like Helga and Arnold weren't going to stop arguing and Phoebe seemed to get more and more depressed with every passing moment. While the rest of their friends were happily dancing the night away, Gerald and Phoebe had been attempting to settle the multiple feuds between the two of them. As he watched his girlfriend's emotions drop further and further down into sadness, he looked around the room to the couples that were slow dancing around the gym. For once, he just wanted a slow dance with Phoebe where he didn't have to watch after Arnold and Helga out of the corner of his eye. He looked over to the DJ booth and thought a moment before grinning.

He pulled Phoebe aside and whispered into her ear and she grinned.

"That sounds perfect."

Arnold sat down on the bench near the edge of the dance floor as he watched all the other couples take the floor for a slow dance. He grumbled as he watched Helga appear from the crowd with an angry expression on her face. He had no idea why he kept getting into these arguments every time that they were in a dance together. He had to admit though, she looked amazing. Who could blame any teenage boy for not going after Helga? Sure she had changed a lot since they had first met, but her attitude hadn't changed and it was driving him insane.

"What are you doing Football Head?"

"Just sitting here."

"Well aren't you going to dance?"

"I didn't figure you wanted to, you've been yelling at me all night."

"You've been on my nerves all night."

"What have I done besides stand here and take all of this?"

Helga paused and frowned. Arnold stared at her, waiting for her answer before the DJ spoke up.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, by a special request, will a Miss Helga Pataki and Mr. Arnold…what did you write man…Well…Will Arnold and Helga come to the center of the dance floor please?"

Arnold watched Helga turn a bright red as she walked forward. Arnold trailed behind her. He looked at the rest of his classmates as he felt their stares on him. He felt his face grow hotter under the lights.

"According to a friend of yours, the last time there was a April Fools' Dance, we had an…interesting tango going on. So before the school year ends and you both graduate, I think your fellow classmates would like one more tango. What do you say Hillwood High? You wanna see these kids dance?"

A large uproar followed by multiple giggles and clapping gave the DJ his answer as Arnold looked over at Helga, who was attempting not to kill everyone in this room. Arnold battled with himself before approaching Helga and extending his hand.

"Feel like embarrassing ourselves?" He smiled.

Helga looked at him and watched the small smile that was forming on his face. She felt her face form a smile in response.

"Might as well go out of here with a bang."

Arnold grabbed her hand as the music started to play. Helga cringed. She knew this song well. She remembered growing up to it and dancing with Phoebe in her room, pretending to tango with a mysterious stranger. She looked over at Phoebe who listened to the song and giggled. Helga rolled her eyes back. It was at that moment, she caught Gerald standing by the DJ booth and felt her anger boil. Gerald had planned this? What for? She felt a hand on her hip and pulled slightly back.

"You don't have to do this, if you don't want."

"I'm fine. Just haven't danced like this since…since…"

He smiled again. Helga felt her insides melt.

"I know. Let's just dance."

Lips keep telling me you want me

Hold me close all through the night

And I know deep inside you need me

No one else can make it right

Phoebe looked at the two blondes tangoing through the giant circle that the rest of their classmates had left them. She looked throughout the room and notice Gerald at the end of the DJ booth. She looked at him in confusion as he turned to notice her. He winked and she felt a blush rising to her cheeks.

Meanwhile. Helga looked manically around the room as she was being spun and pulled back into Arnold's arms. She looked up at him and thought she saw his eyes twinkle suddenly. She had decided to give in and just keep dancing.

Don't you try to hide your secrets, I can see it in your eyes

You said the words without speaking

Now I'm gonna make you mine

Gerald looked at his best friend and his sworn enemy on the dance floor. He didn't regret anything that he did.

Give me just one night, una noche

A moment to be your side,

Give me just one night, una noche

I'll give you the time of your life

Your eyes of passion make me crazy

Your existence makes me wild

I wanna loosen up your feelings

See what's hiding inside

"You're being a little rough there, Football Head."

Arnold broke out his trance and looked into her eyes. They were full of worry, but also full of something that Arnold hadn't imagined he would ever see in her eyes, passion. He literally drove her crazy, but she was something that he just couldn't seem to get rid of. Maybe he didn't want to. He wanted to know what Helga was thinking of, what she wanted in life, what she dreamed and what she feared. He wanted to know how she felt, especially about him. It was about time they had gotten all these things figured out.

"Don't worry, my friend. You're in good hands." He winked.

Just give me just one night, una noche

A moment to be by your side

Give me just one night, una noche

I'll give you the time of your life

The time of your life

As the song ended, Arnold let go of Helga but neither of them took their eyes off each other. The entire audience clapped and whistled in approval as the music continued and kids started to flood back into the open spaces and began to dance again. Phoebe walked over to Gerald as they watched Arnold and Helga leave the dance floor and sit on opposite sides of the gym.

"I thought that would have worked." Gerald frowned.

"Just wait."

Helga ran outside as Arnold looked up and paused. He contemplated his decision and then followed her outside. The couple slowly headed towards the door to follow them. Once they had approached the door, they noticed the two of them talking rather loudly outside.

"Maybe you were right. They're never going to get along."

Phoebe slid into a seat by the door while Gerald stayed by the door. Gerald looked at his sullen girlfriend and turned to look at Arnold and Helga outside, when he watched Arnold grab Helga and kiss her. Gerald walked backwards away from the door in shock.

"Gerald? Are you okay?" Gerald shook his head.

"You need to see this."

Phoebe walked over to the door and couldn't help but squeal as she watched the two blondes kissing in the school parking lot. Arnold pulled back and stared at the door and Phoebe ducked.

"It seems like we have some spies." Arnold grinned as he held Helga's waist.

"Let them watch."

Helga leaned in and kissed him. Gerald, still shocked from the experience sat in the chair as Phoebe leaned against him.

"I guess I owe you that date, huh?" He managed to squeak.

Phoebe paused and started to hysterically laugh. Gerald looked at her, confused but then started to laugh as well.

"I guess you do." Phoebe said through giggles.