HEY GUYS! MUAAHAHA WELCOME BACK!Okay so unlike the last two chapters which were half flashback (in the beginning) and half present day, this chapter is a COMPLETE flashback. So, the whole thing happened two weeks ago. So chapters 2 and 3, half and half. Chapter 4 complete. Got it? good ^.^ I'm glad we are at an understanding... This would make things go so much easier! :D
Oh and by the way... HelgaButtercup that would actually be a hilarious thing like if that happened XD
Nurse: Doctor, doctor! What's the prognosis?
Doctor: -Very dramatically- Coma
Nurse: Gasp! -Brings hand to head dramatically- How could this have happened!?
Doctor: He bumped his head kissing -dramatic pause- Helga G. Pataki!
Anyway yeah XD so enjoy CHAPTER 4!
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I nor shall I ever own Hey Arnold! Sadly...
Arnold silently stood in the halls of H.S. 118, completely alone. Rummaging through his locker, he searched for his War and Peace novel and put away the calculus textbook for later on in the day with an annoyed expression on his face. Arnold was at school extra early, as he usually is everyday, except today was different. Normally, he tutored Torvald before school in math, as he had done every year since the fourth grade, and this had actually caused Torvald and Arnold to become a lot closer over the years (thank you Miss Slovak), but today Arnold had gotten to the school to tutor Torvald, and Torvald got a bad case of Pneumonia. He told Arnold he wouldn't be able to make the tutoring, but it was too late. So, Arnold was ultimately there one hour and a half too early, more specifically 6:30 in the morning.
On any other day, Arnold would have been completely understanding, however today was Arnold and Helga's anniversary and Arnold would have liked to walk with Helga to school today, something he never gets to do. Arnold slammed his locker shut at the thought.
'I never get to walk to school with her! Torvald could have told me BEFORE I got to the school!'
Arnold outwardly sighed and brought his hand to his eyes, rubbing them a bit in frustration. He knew that he shouldn't blame Torvald for this. He got Pneumonia just this morning from playing the football game against the seniors in the rain with Arnold, the rest of the junior boys, and Helga yesterday afternoon. And Torvald couldn't have known that he would get sick so easily from the game.
Again, Arnold sighed. Sliding his hand down his face in exasperation, Arnold began to walk off down further into H.S. 118.
'Why? What am I supposed to do before school starts?' With another sigh, Arnold continued thinking to himself. 'I could potentially try to meet up with Helga before school starts and then just walk with her like I want to. The problem with that though, is that the buses aren't going to be coming this way again for another fifty minutes or so, so I would have to walk to her house, unless she's at Phoebe's house, which she very well could be. And if she's at Phoebe's house, that's an even further distance than Helga's house and there's no way I could make it there on time.' Arnold stopped walking as another thought came to mind, palming his face for even forgetting something like this.
'Helga has a car! Yeah, maybe she would walk to school just for today because it's our anniversary, but she also might just want to use her car... How could I forget!'
At this point, Arnold put his back against a set of lockers and slid down, sitting on the floor in complete thought. Arnold walks to school everyday, being that he doesn't have a car, but Helga DRIVES to school everyday, mostly from Phoebe's house for very plausible reasons.
Arnold just sat like that on the floor for many moments, staring at the opposing wall, contemplating what he should do, or at least what he wanted to do. Bringing his head back against the locker, Arnold closed his eyes and sighed again, this time with aggravation against his indecision. With a few seconds passing, Arnold opened his eyes and quickly rose off the floor, grabbing his backpack to bring along for the ride.
'I'll just walk to Helga's house, since it's close enough for me to be able to walk back to school and not be late. If she's not there, then she's at Phoebe's house, but if she is there then I'll walk with her. It's better than sitting around here.'
And with that final thought, Arnold walked out of the high school, setting a course for Helga's house, really hoping that she is actually there.
"Oh Arnold! Arnold! Arnold! Yes, Arnold! I will marry you! The reason for my existence, you are my hope and my passion. You, oh the wonderful, the beautiful, the compassionate! From cupid's blessed arrow my love was found, and you have become just as filled with the love for me as I have always had for you! Oh, Arnold!"
Helga was wrapped up in her blanket, still asleep. This was actually very unusual for her for one specific reason. She was still asleep! Helga usually got up by 5 o-clock to avoid Big Bob, who actually gets up early in the day ever since the divorce, but today her alarm clock experienced a malfunction and it was already 6:45! It was a reasonable time is she wanted to do everything she wanted to do and still get to school on time, but definitely not for Operation Big Bob Avoidance (something she had actually devised sometime after the divorce of Big Bob and Miriam).
Rolling around in the bed, Helga had no clue what time it was, nor did she plan on waking up anytime soon from the dream she was having, at least not without her alarm clock. With a few giggles and a few lovey sighs, Helga peacefully slept on, without realizing the consequences.
Big Bob Pataki was indeed up now, and extra annoyed from the day before. Apparently, his company is being sued for not only poor quality and basically theft (which he knows has no hold in court because of the contract that the customer signed), but the guy also filed a lawsuit for harassment and the emotional distress that Big Bob had caused the guy's wife to suffer through, which was apparently all caught on camera. And indeed, Mr. Pataki caused distress in the guy's wife (who comparatively looked like Miriam) actually causing her to not only faint, but have a panic attack as well. He was being sued for a lot of dough, and no not like the pastries, but as in money. So, Big Bob Pataki was annoyed, very annoyed, and Helga knew this. She had actually set her alarm clock for 4:30 instead of 5, but because it malfunctioned, she was still asleep!
Big Bob walked around the house with his usual scowl, but stopped short when he heard the faint sound of someone else in his house-Helga. As his scowl deepened, which one would think was impossible, he violently grabbed the door knob of Helga's room.
"Locked!" He screamed. "I'll show you to lock a door in MY house!"
With this, Helga woke up, wide-eyed, mouth agape, and mostly scared. She looked over and grabbed her alarm clock.
'6:45! 6:45! Oh no! Oh no no no! Stupid dumb ass alarm-'
Helga's thoughts were interrupted by Big Bob kicking down her locked door, his eyes like fire. Helga stared on at this... this BEAST! Her fear crippled her ability to move, to DO anything! What could she do? Jump out the window? The thought did cross her mind, but she then remembered doing that a long time ago.
*Flashback! (Yes, a flashback in a flashback O.o)
Helga was fifteen years old and coming home from another successful day in beating the older kids in baseball. She wasn't sure, but she could have sworn that Wolfgang had actually gotten dumber over the years, but that wasn't the only thing that she noticed. She also saw this way he looked at her. His eyes were glossed and filled completely with lust. He smiled at her constantly, even when she disparaged him, mocked him! It was kind of creepy. Actually that was an understatement. It was disgusting, disturbing, and even somewhat sinister! She understood that she had matured a lot since well being fourteen (yeah she changed that much in just a year), but she didn't know why every guy had to look at her as if she was some sort of steak!She could tell that he wanted her, bad, and not in a good way.
She even noticed the looks that he gave Arnold: the look of disdain, contempt, and jealousy. She could see that he tried his best to show her that he was the 'better man,' although Helga would never believe anything like that. At some point during the game during her turn, he turned to her and screamed,
"You're up sexy!"
This not only got Arnold's complete and utter attention, but it got everyone's attention. As Arnold glared at Wolfgang, Wolfgang smirked back. And as everyone stared at Helga, Helga stood on the base, holding the bat up, completely shocked, blushing really, really hard. She hadn't expected anything like that! Yeah he stared at her, but she didn't actually think that Wolfgang would risk yelling out loud what he really thought of Helga.
Arnold looked from Wolfgang to Helga, who just stood there blushing. Arnold's eyebrows furrowed and his face changed into one of deep concern.
'She doesn't really like this guy... Does she?'
Wolfgang not only liked Helga's reaction, but he loved Arnold's reaction. He hated Arnold, HATED Arnold. Nobody really knows why, not even Arnold, but for some reason Wolfgang had a strong hatred for Arnold. Suddenly, Wolfgang continued speaking,
"What's the matter football-face? Worried your girl would actually love being with a real man? Don't worry. I'll take GOOD care of her in ways that you can't."
Helga finally gained some consciousness from the shock and looked over from Wolfgang to Arnold. Wolfgang looked Helga up and down, something that really appalled her.
'Oh my God! He's imagining me fucking naked!'
As she looked over to Arnold, she could see that he was not only was angry and so full of disdain for Wolfgang for even looking at his girl like that, but he was a bit concerned in Helga's reaction.
'He... He's worried I might actually like Wolfgang? Me like Wolfgang? Oh, Arnold! How many times must I tell you that you and you alone hold my heart in your hands? How many!'
Helga looked back at Wolfgang, finally back in control. She smirked her usual 'Helga' smirk and firmly planted her feet into the ground, ready.
"Wow Wolfgang. Our definitions of a 'real man' must be different from the other's. I mean, my definition of a real man is strong, athletic, handsome, and well BIG, but you... I mean sometimes I have to wonder if you really ARE a guy. How would I even be able to enjoy myself?"
The other players and even the people just sitting and watching started to laugh, even the guys on Wolfgang's team! Wolfgang just glared at Helga as she stood on the base ready for his pitch.
To make a long story short, Wolfgang liked Helga, he tried to belittle Arnold, and Helga returned to favor.
Finally home, Helga said her goodbyes to Arnold, Phoebe, and Gerald, giving Arnold a small peck. She walked up into her house, thinking Big Bob wasn't home. Walking in the door though, she knew she was wrong, so terribly wrong.
"Where the fucking hell have you been! You think you can just fucking come and go as you please! NO! You can't! I am the master of this fucking house and you obey all of my rules! Everything I fucking say gets done without argument, without complaint!..."
As Big Bob continued on, Helga couldn't move. How could she have been wrong!? He was supposed to be in a meeting today, right now! In fact, she was supposed to be gone and at Phoebe's house before he even got home! He moved closer to her, still yelling his profanities, his utter frustration, continuing to take everything out on her. She stepped back, frightened, completely afraid of Big Bob and what he would do. In this type of rage he could do anything, absolutely anything and Helga knew this.
"I'll teach you to think you could do what you want!"
Grabbing Helga by the arm, Big Bob dragged her upstairs to her bedroom and threw her down onto her bed. Without Miriam, nothing, no one, can stop Big Bob from doing anything he wanted to Helga. And to be completely honest, Big Bob would do ANYTHING to prove that he was king.
Looking around her room desperately, Helga finally decided to jump out her window, hoping, praying for the best! Taking one desperate plunge, Helga jumped out her window, landing one her feet, but completely twisting her ankle.
'Great! Just great! Now I can't even run to Phoebe's house, or even Arnold's house for the time being!'
Looking up she saw Big Bob, even angrier than before. She could see Hell in his eyes, the face of Satan. She knew she had to get away from there as fast as possible, but although she tried, she couldn't get away from him, not with her ankle the way it was. Once he had caught up to her, her 'punishment' became worst ten-fold, so much worse.
*End of Flashback (And yes, we are still in a flashback that was the end of the flashback in a flashback... Confusing no?)
So, Helga knew that there was no escape from Big Bob, he was there, and she was there. There was no where left to go. She just prayed that he would at least no do anything as bad as he had done in the past.
Big Bob Pataki grabbed his daughters hair in his fist and lifted her off the bed by her hair. Helga winced at the pain.
'At least this is better than the alternative.'
"Olga NEVER slept in till all hours, possibly missing school! She was always up and ready by now! She was the PERFECT daughter! You! You are nothing! I fucking wanted a son! But no! I got stuck with an imperfection, a loser, a nothing!"
Throwing Helga down on the floor, Helga whimpered a bit. It was the same speech he had always given her about how she wasn't worth anything. She wanted to fight back, to show her so called father why she was worth something, but she didn't want to provoke him more than he was already.
'I'm lucky to even just be getting this!'
Helga looked up at Big Bob who looked prepared for 'teaching her a lesson' as he often called it. Just as he was about to, his phone rang.
Helga sighed. 'Saved by the phone, at least for now.'
Big Bob left Helga's room to take the phone call, forgetting about Helga and focusing on his business. Once he was gone, Helga worked as fast as she could to get ready for school.
'I am so out of here! I don't need Big Bob coming back after that phone call.'
As she got ready for school, she could hear Big Bob yelling into the phone.
'Must be about the lawsuit.'
Being ready in record time, Helga slowly and quietly walked down the stairs of her house to avoid bringing attention to herself. Opening the front door, Helga quietly walked out.
Walking to her car, Helga's eyes opened wide.
'Shit! I forgot my car keys!'
Sighing, Helga began to walk. She still had plenty of time to get to school, that she knew for sure, so what was the harm in walking? Helga just walked in silence, not really even thinking about anything in particular. Rounding a corner, she walked into something that caused her to fall to the floor.
"Hey! Watch where you're going geek bait, or you're going to answer to Ol' Betsy!"
Suddenly, Helga heard what sounded like laughing.
'Laughing? Who does this person think he is?'
"Sorry Helga. Would you like help?"
Helga knew that voice, that wonderful, wonderful voice. Looking up, Helga smirked at the boy in front of her and grabbed his hand. He, in return, helped her off the ground.
"Geez Football-head you'd think that we'd outgrow this whole 'walking into each other' thing, but no." Standing up now, Helga hugged Arnold, and he reciprocated the hug in response.
"It's nice to see you too Helga."
Pulling away, Helga crossed her arms and looked at Arnold, smirking.
"So, what are you doing here Arnoldo? What? Did Torvald become a genius over night?"
Arnold just shook his head from side to side, smiling in amusement. He loved the way she could just go from one childhood nickname to the next. They didn't bother him as much now as they did back then, because now he realizes they were just her nicknames for him. They were her way to show affection.
"No, Helga. He's sick today. So, because I was up anyway I decided to stop by and walk with you. It was supposed to be a surprise since today is well, you know. Happy REAL Anniversary Helga."
Helga looked up at Arnold and smiled. He had remembered! With this thought thought, another one followed and Helga's smile turned into a face of regret and dread.
'Oh my God! How could I forget! Stupid Big Bob! No... Stupid me! I should've still remembered even with Big Bob's idiocy and violent tendencies. Oh Arnold please forgive me! Oh my God I forgot your gift in the house!'
During her thinking, Arnold could see Helga's facial expressions change. It was a little concerning, very concerning. He had just expected her to smile up at him, extremely happy, and say if back with that passion she always had. He definitely didn't expect her to react like this. Arnold began to think that something happened.
"Helga? What happened?"
Helga looked back up at Arnold, her face falling. She had a small set of tears in her eyes, though she tried to blink them away, and Arnold saw them. Something was definitely wrong, and he was going to keep asking her until she told him.
"Helga?"
"Nothing Arnold. I just forgot that's all." Realizing what she had said out loud, Helga began to frantically apologize, "I'm so sorry Arnold! I mean forgetting our Anniversary! Nobody does that! Nobody that's in love! I can understand if you never want to forgive me for forgetting! Here you are, the most wonderful boyfriend in the world, and I forgot our Anniversary! Our SIXTH year ANNIVERSARY! Oh Arnold! I-"
Arnold grabbed Helga's wrist and brought her in close for a kiss, a small kiss, but a passionate one none the less. The kiss shocked Helga, she hadn't expected that at all. Yelling, yes. An angry Arnold, yes. But, a kiss? Slowly ending the kiss, Arnold tightened his grip around her waist and hugged Helga, placing his chin on top of her head and slowly bringing his hand up to stroke the back of her head. She wasn't even sure what happened! She was too shocked to kiss back, and even now in the hug she stood in Arnold's grasp with wide eyes filled with tears, her hands on his chest. Sniffling, Helga closed her eyes and tightly gripped Arnold's shirt, putting her face into it.
'He's so warm, so strong. I feel so safe. Arnold, I love you so much.'
'Why does she have to think that everything she does I'll somehow just leave her? Helga, don't you realize how much I love you?'
Pulling away, Arnold grabbed Helga's hand and smiled down to her, while using his free hand he wiped away some of the stray tears on her face. While doing this, Helga looked up into Arnold's emerald eyes and he looked into her beautiful blue ones. It took her a while, but she finally smiled up at him, prompting him to kiss her on her forehead.
Turning around, Arnold led Helga and they walked off to the high school, hands still together.
"So, yeah. That's what happened."
Helga had just finished telling Arnold her morning story, after much convincing on Arnold's part. They were both in front of Helga's locker, Arnold just standing there with a concerned and angry expression on his face, and Helga straight-faced just getting her advance calculus, used to the fact that Big Bob always explodes for some reason or other.
"Oh, Helga. I... I'm so sorr-"
Helga brought her hand up to Arnold's mouth, covering it. She was never good with being pitied, even by Arnold. It made her feel weak. She just wanted to live life and forget that anything ever happened.
"Arnold, it's the past. Just forget about it."
Arnold took a hold of Helga's hand on his mouth. First, he kissed her hand, then removed it so he could speak.
"Helga... Can you blame me if I'm worried?"
"No, but don't worry Arnold! I mean I'm not not going to be eighteen forever, right?"
That statement brought some comfort to Arnold.
'She's right. She is irrevocably right. Once she turns eighteen, she can move out of that God forsaken home!' With this, Arnold thought about asking, again, something he's been asking her since she mentioned moving out at eighteen.
"Helga? Have you thought about, I don't know, that Boarding House like I suggested?"
Helga nodded a bit at Arnold as she closed her locker. Yeah, she's thought about moving into the Boarding House when she was old enough and ready, but what worried her was what would happen if she lived there all the time? Would Arnold, his family, and the other boarders just get annoyed with her always being there? She didn't want that.
Waling away from her locker with Arnold, Helga truthfully responded,
"Arnold, what if... What if your family doesn't like me being there all the time? I could never live with that..."
"Helga... My family loves you. I don't know why you have to think that nobody loves you Helga. Your mom loves you, my family loves you, the boarders love you, Phoebe loves you, Gerald... Well Gerald likes you..."
Helga giggled a bit at the mention of Gerald. It had taken a while, but yeah Gerald and Helga were pretty close now.
"And I love you Helga. And that's never going to change."
Grabbing Helga's hand, Arnold gave it a quick squeeze. He would've given her a kiss, but he knew how much Helga wasn't into a public display of affection, especially in front of their peers. Still walking to class, Arnold to English and Helga to advance calculus, they both heard an "UGH!" coming from Rhonda Wellington Lloyd.
"I can't believe it! Oh Arnold, Helga!"
"What is it Princess?"
Rhonda glared at Helga, but dismissed the insult anyway.
"Look I'm going to forgive you for you rudeness for today, Helga, only because it's your anniversary, and also because there is a problem with the party tonight."
Arnold and Helga looked at each other, in a confused way.
"Um Rhonda, you know that we didn't really commission for you to throw this party right? So, I'm sure it's perfect how it is."
"Oh Arnold, Arnold. You don't understand! First of all I must throw this party for you guys! I mean we're friends, right Arnold? Plus, this party will make me all the more popular. But anyway, the decorations are perfect, the food is perfect, there is just one thing that isn't so perfect."
Helga rolled her eyes at Rhonda's statement. To Rhonda, nothing is perfect if she didn't deem it worthy.
"So, what is it Princess? Or do you want us to guess what it is?"
"Helga." Arnold slightly chastised.
"What?"
Arnold rolled his eyes at Helga's common response and looked back a Rhonda, who was noticeably annoyed at Helga's rudeness and bluntness.
"Oh Helga darling you seem to misunderstand. It's not a what is wrong, it is a who. My cousin Victoria Wellington Lloyd is coming today and will be there at the party! And trust me when I say that she is so stuck-up, spoiled, rude, and most importantly a slut. I just hope she doesn't ruin the party."
"Wait so let me get this straight... There's TWO of you?" Helga asked with wide eyes.
Rhonda became very annoyed at this question, and Arnold could see something was about to happen if he didn't intervene. Grabbing Helga's hand tighter, Arnold pulled Helga through the crowd and to her advance calculus class.
"What?"
Arnold just chuckled a bit under his breath and shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me bucko!"
With a smirk, Arnold replied with his usual "Whatever you say, Helga," gently kissed Helga's forehead, and walked down the hall to his English class.
The day went on like any other day. School had slowly gone by ending with Sex-Ed for both Helga and Arnold, something that greatly disturbed Arnold who wanted to wait for marriage before even thinking about it and something that interested Helga who is honestly really tired of waiting for Arnold, but was willing to wait anyhow. Both went home, well Helga went to Phoebe's house, to get ready for Rhonda's party for them and planned to meet up at Phoebe's house.
"Hey, Arnold."
"Yeah Gerald?"
Gerald looked at his best friend, already guessing what his best friend was going to say to his next question, but he decided to ask anyway.
"Arnold, why don't we just skip this party that way you and Helga could have a proper anniversary date at Chez Paris or something?"
Arnold looked at his best friend and sighed. He had to agree with Gerald. He'd much rather be just with Helga tonight instead of going to some wild party, but Helga had convinced him otherwise, since she really doesn't get many parties at the offer of Rhonda Wellington Lloyd.
"Can't Gerald. Well, I can't anyway."
"Why not man!?"
Arnold put his hand to his chin trying to think of the right way to say what he wanted to say.
"Well, for one thing Helga wants to go. Plus, we already told Rhonda we were going, and I really don't want to have to deal with her if I never show up. You, however, don't have to go if you don't want to."
Gerald rolled his eyes at the Arnold-like response. Arnold was always saying things like that, trying to save Gerald.
"Arnold my man, if you're going to go, then I'm going to. I ain't gonna bail on you on your anniversary man!"
Arnold smiled at Gerald. And offered his hand for their signature handshake that they had since pre-school.
"Thanks Gerald."
"No Problem."
"Stupid Football-head."
Helga stood in Phoebe's room ready to go to the party. It wasn't like they had to wear something special, it was just a casual party, though Helga knew that once the Lloyd parents leave, that's when the real party begins. Phoebe was reading her War and Peace novel while waiting for the boys. Hearing Helga talk about Arnold, Phoebe looked up with a questioning look.
"What do you mean Helga?"
Helga looked over at Phoebe who closed the book she was reading, waiting for Helga to respond. She could see the Phoebe was confused as to what Helga meant and so decided to explain.
"Well Pheebs, I don't even want to go to this stupid party! I'm only going because Arnold wants to go!"
"But Helga, why don't you just tell Arnold that? I'm sure he'd be happy with doing anything with you."
Helga giggled a bit at the thought that popped into her head.
"Helga that's not what I meant."
"Oh of course not Phoebe."
Both girls bursted out in laughter wiping tears away from their eyes as they did so. Moments passed like this until Helga finally responded.
"But seriously Phoebe. I can't do that! I know Arnold and he would love to go just to be able to be that kind and compassionate person he always is and be supporting of the party Rhonda planned for the both of us. Don't you see? He wants to go so then he doesn't hurt the Princess's feelings... As if she had any."
"I still think that Arnold would do anything... I mean spend time with you anywhere, not just at the party."
"I don't know Phoebe."
"Trust me, Helga."
Helga thought for a moment more. She really didn't want to go to the party, but she knew that Arnold already told Rhonda they were going. Looking over at Phoebe again, Helga sighed and came to a decision.
"Sorry Pheebs. I know you're right, and yeah I just want to spend time with Arnold, just me and him, today, but Arnold probably really wants to go to this party, and I can't just ask him to bail like that no matter how much I really don't want to go. Plus, he did that special early anniversary thing because of the party today, so obviously I'm just going to have to go. I mean I wouldn't really be much of a good girlfriend if I just completely ask him to give up something he wants to do, and I'm still worried about doing anything that could jeopardize my relationship with Arnold. No, Phoebe I'm just going to go to the party."
Phoebe looked at her best friend and sighed. Helga was always worried about Arnold suddenly getting up and leaving her. Both Phoebe and Gerald knew that he never would, but for some reason Helga always had that fear in the back of her mind, always just waiting for the day to come.
"Okay Helga, if you think that's for the best."
"It is Phoebe. I mean what could go wrong?"
Oh man Helga! You should know better than to EVER say "What could go wrong?" Honestly the worst possible thing will always go wrong! So anyway, sorry if you know I didn't get to why Arnold was in a coma... It's not my fault! Well actually it kind of is... But anyway, this chapter would have been EXTREMELY long if I had kept going, so I'm going to address the reason in the next chapter... THAT I PROMISE YOU! and to make things better I'm going to upload early... Wednesday will be the latest I swear! Maybe... On another note: I'm sure people would be like "why does Helga still live with Big Bob?" She's not 18 yet, so she can't move out yet... see? simple...
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, despite still being a bit in the dark... Crowd: BOOO! ME: No PLEASE! I'm SORRY! ... And review? Seriously... It keeps me motivated... Even if you don't have anything good to say, just send me whatever you are thinking... I can totally handle it and it will force me to write better! or at least try to... Or just send me a "Dude HURRY UP WITH THE DAMN EXPLANATION I WANT TO KNOW BLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEP!" You know you want to know and it's just so annoying at this point with the waiting... that horrible waiting.. :P REVIEW!