Working Up to Something Fearless

by silver0aries

Phoebe needed to find a way to help Helga get her emotions out. So in the 6th grade, Phoebe gave Helga her mom's guitar saying she can put it into good use. Since then, Helga has been helping her and Phoebe through the hard times with music. It's now the end of junior year and they want the 'characters' of her songs to know how they felt all these years. A little bit OOC

8. Chapter 7 Today Was A Fairytale

***I know you want to just get right to the story so my explanation will be down at the bottom on why I haven't updated any sooner :(

I don't own Hey Arnold, or these songs:

Diana Ross- Upside Down

Tom Petty and the Heart Breakers- Wildflowers

Plain White T's- Rhythm of Love

Time McGraw- Not A Moment Too Soon

Taylor Swift- Today Was A Fairytale

Hope that's enough songs to give you my sincerest apologies! ^_^" Please relax and read! Tell mwere what you think! :)

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Chapter 6 Today Was a Fairytale

Phoebe took a deep breath, staring at the keys on the white piano, specks of stars glittering the wood. She let it out with a tired sigh and a roll of her eyes. 'He wasn't supposed to sit next to me,' she thought, then turned to glare at Arnold. "I believe you could understand why she is doing all of this, Arnold. You put her through hell and you know it."

Arnold, taken back by her annoyed demeanor towards him, scrunched up his eyebrows at her remark. "Put HER through hell? Phoebe, you don't know anything about us! We put each other through hell and besides, she's moved on, and so have I. We're best friends again now." Arnold crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow; Cia's happy violin solo opposite to what he was feeling.

The young girl with jet black hair kept up her strong protection for her friend, "I have been trying to keep it all together every single time we go on those double dates with your devil of a girlfriend, while my best friend is off wondering what the hell is going on with her inner self, so I think I'm going to allow myself to set you straight a little bit before she comes back out, and explains the happy times, the sad times, the angry times, the happy times again, and so on. Sure she dated a few guys, and she has been exalted sometimes in those relationships, but they always come back to you! And you know what, Arnold?"

Arnold waited a few seconds, glaring at Phoebes fist curled up above the keys. "What?" he whispered harshly.

'He always gets so insane whenever someone mentions her boyfriends or their past', Phoebe let out a gust of air. "You say she is over you, and you her, but then answer two things for me." Arnold looked at her, waiting. Phoebe had a sly smile, "Why were you dancing with Helga, not Lila, and why are you sitting by me, and not your 'perfect' girl friend?" She smirked when Arnold's face went blank, and she went on condescendingly, "You know, the one you told Helga you are 'so in love with and you've finally got it right'? Shouldn't you be accompanying her?"

Arnold was torn up inside; he shut his eyes tightly and whispered, "I don't know how to fix this. I've apologized already, she has too. Months ago. Why bring everything up now?"

She softened and lost her anger, only a somber emotion arriving on her beautiful face. Phoebe placed a hand on his shoulders and looked at him until he looked up at her. "Arnold… we've all known eachother since preschool. You, Gerald, Helga, and I have done everything together; we all even went on our first date together. We all just grew up and didn't realize what was in front of us because everything was moving so fast, and it took a lot time for people to mature." Phoebe gazed at Gerald, flirting with the tall, brunette waitress, and flushed with anger. "And some of us are still maturing," she finished harshly.

Arnold glanced behind him and saw his best friend; he shook his head. "You know he loves you Phoebe. He just needs to realize that you are the one and that you need to be treated right." He looked at his friend with dark framed glasses, and smiled softly.

She frowned at him, "Well. You should have taken that advice last summer, Arnold, and if you really, truly, want to finally be happy, take it now. But, at this moment, you have to realize everything you put her through."

Before Arnold could answer, though, Helga appeared center stage in a dark blue dress with silver beading to out line the top of her chest. Tight around her chest, like wrapping fabric, but then it flows gracefully above her knees. Helga's black boots still on her feet and her bow perfectly placed around her wrist. The blonde boy had his mouth open wide and the girl who he was arguing with next to him was forgotten, until she voiced quietly, "Remember that dress?" He simply nodded in reply.

Helga smiled to the crowd, who seemed to be little affected her appearance; just anticipating the new song, and new piece of gossip. Helga turned to a brightly beaming Cia, "Thank you for an amazing performance!" The crowd cheered. "Now, let's flash forward a bit sophomore year to…" Helga grinned at Phoebe and then turned to give a half smile to Gerald. "Valentines Day." Gerald blushed and smiled back. Brett and Lila were looking at him questionably, and Gerald shrugged in response.

"It was my first, official, date with Phoebe."

***Flashback***

It was a regular Tuesday afternoon, that happened to be Valentines Day, and Arnold was walking to Helga's blue town house, with his bag of paint brushes in his right hand and a bag of change of clothes in the other. He was humming along to a Diana Ross song that his grandma told him to listen to on his iPod. Arnold was fond of all types of music, and was open to any and everything; just like his best friend Helga. His parents and grandparents had introduced him to Motown when he was starting middle school, and it is one of his many favorites. Gertie had even taught him and Helga how to dance to the music properly, as if they were attending one of their actual old school dances. Arnold smiled to himself at the memory of them practicing in his room; he began to sing out loud to the chorus, still walking along the sidewalk.

Upside down

Boy, you turn me

Inside out

And round and round

Upside down

Boy, you turn me

Inside out

And round and-

"Oh my, Arnold! Who's the lucky guy?" Helga's voice and laughter infiltrated his music headphones and saw her perched on the stair of her stoop, smiling wickedly.

He blushed and rolled his eyes. "Oh geez Helga, you know I was just listening to music." He smiled softly as he chuckled and went to stand beside her as she stood up from her seat, dusting herself off.

"Yeah I know," she beamed at him. "Do you got the stuff?" He nodded.

"Do you?" he asked in a playful, secretive, hushed voice.

She looked back and forth, "Yeah, come on." She grabbed one of the bags that happened to be his change of clothes and opened the front door to her home.

Everything was relatively the same since her childhood; the same old wallpaper that lined the walls, the trophy room was filled to the max with Olga's achievements, besides one girls basketball picture that was set off to the side, Helga in her White and Yellow jersey, sitting atop the end table beside Big Bobs chair; and her little spot behind Olga's little trophy on the shelf remained vacant; awaiting it's first Pataki athletic trophy. Her father was proud of her for joining a sports team, for doing something and with doing it with success; but then Olga came to visit with her little famly and his attention was driven else where. Big Bob still mistakes her name, and isn't fond of Arnold, just tolerating him, since Big Bob realized the little football headed boy brought the kindness in his daughter- somewhat.

After graduating college and finishing her work as a student teacher in Alaska, Olga had decided to move across town with a man, Henry Knight, she met while living up north. They arrived back to Hillwood when Helga was eleven and married around the time when she turned twelve, reluctantly becoming a flower girl, but was elated when Arnold was the ring bearer. They both braved through it all and walked around the pier during the reception, which was where the wedding had taken place. Olga, 24, was happily married to her 'Knight in shining armor', and was grateful that Henry was Helga approved, and was given the okay to live in Hillwood as long it was on the other side. Helga knows the young couple are living their happily ever after, Henry being a lawyer (which leads Helga and Henry to debate over things, or bond; they both like to win an argument. It makes their times together amusing) and Olga teaching at a preschool called Urban Tots. *Yes, that preschool.* Two years later, they have a daughter, making Olga a 25 year old mother and Helga a 14 year old Aunt of a little blond baby girl named Gwen Knight. Then, a year later, a brown haired and bright blue eyed baby boy came, named Archard.

Arnold stepped into hallway, the vacant house quiet. Helga walked into the kitchen, grabbed some yahoo sodas, and lead the way to her room.

"So where's Miriam and Bob?" Arnold asked as they walked up the steps, creaking under their feet. He watched Helga shrug. Miriam had sobered up when Helga was thirteen, mainly because Helga and her had gotten into a fight when Olga left the house after they gave them the big news she was pregnant with Gwen. Miriam left to go make herself a smoothie and some anger had flashed through Helga's body; she stomped into the kitchen and yanked the blender out of its socket and threw it to the ground, shattering it to pieces. She yelled at her mother, 'You better start cleaning up your act Miriam! I am not going to have my niece or nephew grow up in this dysfunctional family surrounded by your booze and Bobs ignorance and damn perfection! If you want to have your grand child know you as a Drunk, then here's 40 bucks, go by yourself a cheap blender.' The money was thrown on the counter and Helga huffed, then she ran out the house to Arnold's.

The 40 dollars, bottle of vodka, and smoothie mix remained in the highest of the cabinets, deep in the back to this day. She went to the meetings and joined Bob at work; Miriam decided if she was going to be addicted to anything, it may as well be addicted to being a fantastic grandmother.

"They had to go to a meeting at 11, just to point out the flaws and make sure the 'Sharks' don't try anything." Helga rolled her eyes. "Apparrently it was an emergency and they won't be back until later tonight. Partly because they want to go across town to visit Olga; just to play with Gwen and Archie. Valentines day spent with the Knight family." She smiled when she mentioned her niece and nephew, Helga loves them. She thinks Gwen is so beautiful and Archard is so funny, 'Of course they are,' Helga thought as she opened the door to her room. 'Beautiful like Miriam and Olga and Archie needs a sense of humor for THAT name Olga gave him.' Helga laughed and let Arnold in.

Her desk, bed posts, dresser, and night stand were stacked on each other in the hallway and her pictures and other valuables were stored in her attic. Helga had taken her shrines out of her closet and attic when Arnold had came for a surprise visit at the end of fifth grade… when he opened her door to her room and Helga was just climbing down the steps from here sanction. After her outburst on Arnold, he now knows to knock, even though he just thinks she's a very private person in her room. The hard wood floor was covered with plastic bags and everything was off of her walls. Every single wall had its heart wallpaper torn off and one had paint swatches suggesting a few different shades of light yellow, but on the far wall, that wasn't interrupted by a window or her closet door, was a little more than a half painted mural that a young blond boy is determined to finish today.

An orange-yellow sun was pictured setting with wispy clouds behind a beautiful large old tan brick castle, red cone roofs atop the circle pillars. Every detail of each brick holding the castle up was precise, the lighting and shading were realistic, everything was drawn and painted perfectly. The castle was perched on a grassy knoll, a winding dirt road leading up to the drawn out bridge laying over a crystal blue moat that surrounds the fairy tale castle and is a part of the ocean behind. Willow trees framing both sides of the wall of the mural, almost like you are just emerging from the forests and happen to be returning home to a mystical place. Growth of small pink and light blue flowers along the dirt road leading up to the bridge, but there, standing in front of the castle is a blonde boy with a football shaped head sitting on the back of his beautiful white steed, dressing in blue old Romeo clothes. His smile was wide and his eyes were focused on a blonde girl on a balcony in front of a curved brick arch way, the tallest of the pillars, looking down on him with a distinct smirk; in a pink dress including a corset, her blonde hair up with braids wrapping it all and curly tendrils falling. A pink bow was wrapped like a head band. Her whole demeanor was seeming as though she was a girl who doesn't need to be saved, but she will gladly take his company and friendship. Helga had asked Arnold to paint her a story when they started a month ago, she was surprised he made her out to be a strong princess, but didn't voice her grateful and loving thoughts towards him. She just smiled, said thank you, and went to practice the chords he taught her or paint her windowsill a soft pink Arnold picked out; matching her bow of course.

Arnold smiled and chuckled. "How is Gewnie and Little Man?" Arnold asked, setting down his bags and started digging through to bring out his brushes. He walked over to the wall and opened the lids of the paints cans. "I haven't seen them in forever." Arnold started mixing colors on his palette and started adding more shading to the white horse and the young figures.

Helga opened the window and went to get the roller and the pale yellow can of paint she decided on. She was excited for her room, even though only her, Phoebe, Arnold, and her family members will only see it, she's still ecstatic. She never considered having a fairy tale room, and she would never admit it at their school, but Arnold had wanted to do this. When Helga requested him to help her move things around, take down the peeling wallpaper, and paint some walls, she never thought he'd actually paint a mural in her own bedroom. She thought Arnold was only joking, asking her what she would like, so she replied with a story, but he went ahead and went all out with a fairy tale. "They are adorable as always," She turned to look at him, painting with his tongue sticking out. "Gwen is happy in preschool and she's always saying how she has a lot of friends. I can see a bit of Olga in her, but when I asked her if there were any body… interesting," Helga dragged it out in a high voice and Arnold laughed. "She scowled at me then ran up to her room. I'm glad she inherited something from me!" She smiled triumphantly and continued painting.

Arnold was smiling at the thought of two Helga's in the world, 'It would be hectic,' he thought chuckling quietly to himself. 'But a least it would be a Helga type of hectic. I'm sure I can handle anything she throws at me by now'. He started adding the rays of the sun that hits the grassy field just right. "What about Little Man? Is he still feeling lonely without his big sister?" Arnold knows that Archard, just being two years, misses his big sister Gwen, who is only three, while she goes to Urban Tots with Olga, and the same goes for Gwen.

"He's doing okay, he likes his baby sitter and everything, and Henry tries to get home from the office as soon as possible or takes his work home with him. Archie can easily adapt to places and just goes with the wind." Helga smiled and finished up the wall by the window sill. "Do you want some music? I can get my laptop." She already set down her roller, already knowing Arnold was nodding, walking over to her closet and taking out her laptop great was sitting in he corner. She set it in the middle of the room, went to her iTunes, and pressed shuffle.

Arnold smiled as a sweet melody of a guitar came out of the speakers. "Tom Petty is one of the best!" He continued to sing along with the mellow song; he always sang in front of Helga, since she already caught him playing guitar on the roof top of the Sunset Arms. He continued stroking his painted brushes against the wall.

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong in a boat out at sea

Sail away, kill off the hours

You belong somewhere you feel free

Helga was painting with the roller with a blissful smile as her face; she loves it whenever he would sing around her, considering he would only let his voice go in a sweet melody around her.

Run away, find you a lover

Go away somewhere all bright and new

I have seen no other

Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong in a boat out at sea

You belong with your love on your arm

You belong somewhere you feel free

She knew he didn't think nothing of his voice, that it's just plain, but Helga always thinks everything about him is beautiful. The young blonde girl was swaying slightly, continuing to finish painting the wall she was working on. Arnold was taping his foot to the beat, smiling softly.

Run away, go find a lover

Run away, let your heart be your guide

You deserve the deepest of cover

You belong in that home by and by

He noticed Helga humming along and grinned; singing a bit louder.

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong somewhere close to me

Far away from your trouble and worry

You belong somewhere you feel free

You belong somewhere you feel free

As the music played on, Helga was thinking wistful thoughts towards her best friend. Arnold is everything she ever wanted and more, she just doesn't get why she can't just make a move on him, or why he doesn't want her? 'I would do anything for him,' Helga glanced behind her, seeing him put the finishing touches on the trees, then mixing blues together and adding it to the Princess Helga's eyes. She sighed quietly, 'Why the hell won't you love me like I love you, Arnold?' she thought to herself, a whirlwind of emotions becoming an uproar inside. She continued painting, not noticing Arnold walking up behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She turned quickly and fell back against the painted wall she was working on, "Dammit Football Head!" she tried to scowl over her panting breath. "I'm always telling you to stop sneaking up on me!" Helga put her hands on her hips, but then opened her eyes and turned, trying to look at her yellow painted back.

Arnold was laughing, his hands on his knees. "Oh, wow, Helga! You should've seen your face." She continued to glare him, raising her eyebrows.

"Are you done?" Arnold smiled and nodded weakly, stifling a chuckle. Helga gave him her mischievous smile and his eyes widened. "Good." Then she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into the same wall that got her, but his front half was painted. Her laptop had switched to Plain White T's song, the Rhythm of Love, and had started playing, bouncing off the walls of her room.

He gasped, and stared at Helga smirking and holding in her own laugh, that glint in her eye shining. Arnold smiled, rolled his eyes playfully, and shook his head. "The reason why I came over to this side of the room was not to scare you and get paint all over us," he smiled full on, anticipating her reaction. "I wanted to tell you I'm done."

Helga's eyes widened and beamed. She quickly turned around to look at Arnold's mural, and had to hold in the swoon. Everything was perfect, and she felt so happy inside. She walked over slowly, taking every intricate detail. The setting sun, bricked the castle, the flowers that involved her and Arnold's favorite colors, the wispy willow trees, and the two young figures. The young blonde girl in the princess outfit resembled her greatly, the blue eyes standing out brightly against her skin. Helga smiled softly, she couldn't believe Arnold made his tomboy best friend look like an actual princess, even though she isn't or ever was. She then traced the football shaped head of the young prince that was looking up to his princess. Looks of admiration and friendship between the two is clearly seen, and Helga couldn't believe, looking back on their times before San Lorenzo, that her and Arnold were considered great enemies; even though she always loved him from the very first day. She was thinking of their memories together as she gently traced Arnold's whitehorse in his mural; she told him she never really liked horses because she fell off one I fourth grade, and Arnold said he fell off one too, but he then told her every knight needs his trusty steed.

Helga turned and smiled to Arnold who had sheepish grin on his face. "So…" Arnold looked down to his shoes that had specks of pale yellow paint on them. "What do you think of-"

He was cut off from his nervous inquiry about his art by Helga quickly going to him and giving him a hug. A lovesick smile graced his face as he wrapped his arms around her neck, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Glad you like it, Pinky."

She scoffed and shook her head, her arms still around his back. "I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Football Head?" Her own lovesick grin gracing her face.

"I think I can call you whatever I want if you keep calling me things like 'Arnoldo' and 'Football Head'; it's only fair." They both laughed, and started to blush, realizing they were still enveloped in a more than best friendship embrace. They slowly let go of each other and smiled sheepishly.

Helga chuckled light heartedly, "Thanks for finishing it today, especially on this holiday that celebrates a massacre with love." She drew out love with her hands clasped to her chest and flittered her eyes. Arnold smiled and went to the collect the plastic sheets on the floor and rolled them up. They both went to collect their extra set of clothes, Arnold grabbed his bag and went to change in the bathroom, while Helga left to change in her closet. They both met in her room; Arnold in his black sweats and green t-shirt with his socks while Helga wore her yellow and black Nike shorts with her white Hillwood girls basketball hoodie, her pink ankle socks and her pink bow seemed to brighten against her clothing.

"Well its not like I have a girl to date or anything, or planned anything special. Mom and dad are having dinner on top of the boarding house with Grandma and Grandpa." They both smiled softly as they started to bring in the furniture and placing everything where it should be; leaving the mural open and nothing blocking it.

"That sounds nice, how about we watch a movie or something to celebrate not having anyone to cuddle with?" Helga asked jokingly. They both laughed as they finished putting everything up and leaving the paint buckets for later. They started walking down the steps and into the living room. "Well Football Head, what do you wanna watch?" Arnold was about to answer but she cut him off. "I know! We can watch that Carrie movie Bob bought last week. It's the one made in 2002, which he said was the best, so we can see if he's right." She was already taking the DVD out of its case and putting it into the player.

Arnold shrugged and took a seat on the couch. "What ever you say, Helga. As long as it isn't Olga's old movie, 'That Oh So Special Someone'." Helga laughed shortly.

"Yeah, right, Arnoldo." She rolled her eyes and fell back on the comfy couch, lying down on the other end, putting her feet to rest near Arnold. She pressed play from the remote and the opening started to go. "I can't believe you let her talk us into watching it! At least Henry had work to distract him, we had to suffer without any back up." She layed her head against the arm rest, looking at the scene.

Arnold was nodding, and absentmindedly put her socked feet on his lap and leaned back against the couch, paying attention to the movie playing on the screen in front of them. Soft smiles on both of their faces.

As Carrie White was driving in the car to escape the town at the end of the movie, Arnold and Helga were munching on a bowl of popcorn. They were both staring at the tv screen intently, not wanting to miss anything. As the credits rolled up, Helga stretched and looked at Arnold, who was looking like he was thinking intently. "What's going on, Football Head?" she asked, looking at him with curiosity.

He shrugged, "I was just thinking…" he voice wandered, hiding a smile when he saw her eyebrow raise. "It's just… this movie reminds me a lot of you." He looked at her fully and laughed. Helga's mouth fell open, scoffed, and she threw the remote at him. This only made him laugh harder, rubbing his forehead, and he tried to speak out, "My point exactly."

Helga tried not to laugh at him, but before she could throw a profanity at him, Phoebe slammed the front door open and ran in yelling, "Helga?!" and then Arnold's phone went off, a text from Gerald. (Hey Man, I have a favor to ask of you.)

Helga stood up and called for Phoebe. She came in the living room and went to Helga, grabbed her hand, and led her up to Helga's room. Arnold just nodded at his friends, shrugged and texted Gerald back. (Sure, anything.)

He barely had to wait a minute when he got an answer. (I asked Phoebe out today, for Valentines Day…) Arnold smiled but before he could reply asking what the favor is, Gerald texted back. (And so it's going to be me, Phoebe, you, and Helga at Chez Paris and a stroll in the park. Picking them up at six on the dot. Romantic, huh?) Arnold's eyes widened and he heard Phoebe squeal with delight, no doubt telling Helga the news.

The blonde boy gulped and texted back, (You do realize Helga and I are just friends, right? And besides, why would she want to spend a night with me?!)

Helga quickly shut her bedroom door when the petite girl let out her girlish scream, echoing throughout the house, and turned to Phoebe with a bewildered look. "Pheebs. What the hell are you talking about? Arnold would never go on a date with me! I'm freakin friend zoned!" She started pacing around her room, glancing at the mural on her wall. "I mean, it's not like he'll say no, but it's going to be awkward, and it's Valentines Day! What am I supposed to do, huh? Just go on this date like its nothing, that I don't actually love him more than life itself, and that this date is completely platonic and doesn't mean the world to me. That I don't want him with every fiber of my being!? How am I supposed to pull this off? How am I supposed to be all nonchalant that I'm going to be going on a date with my boy best friend slash love of my life?! How Phoe-?!" Helga's rant was cut off by Phoebe shaking her shoulders quickly. Helga was panting hard, her pigtails in a mess underneath her beanie. She looked Phoebe in the eye when the shaking stopped and let out a gust of air. "Thanks Pheebs. I needed that."

"No problem. Now," The small Asian girl eyeing her blonde best friend wearily. "You've wanted this for the longest time; correct?" Helga nodded, lips in a firm line. "You've been writing poems and songs about this since you knew how to spell, right?" She nodded again. "Well, Helga, you know I love you, and Arnold is a good friend of mine, so why don't you go? Of course it'll seem like just friends for now, but who cares? It's just you and me, Arnold and Gerald, having a good time. It's going to be my first date with him, and I'm glad I get to have you there beside me." Phoebe smiled at her friend, and hugged her, trying to make Helga see it's all going to be okay.

Arnold was tapping his foot repeatedly on the hardwood, waiting for Gerald's reply. To say Arnold was nervous about how Helga's reacting is an understatement, he didn't even know how she'll process this. Arnold felt his phone vibrate and he took a deep breath; looking at the screen. (Dude. I know you consider Helga G. Pataki your other best friend, and I'm fine with that, but I'm not stupid. I know you LIKE her, like her. Lmao xD Just trying to be cupid, my man.) Arnold stared at the screen in shock, the breath he was holding was released in a gust of air.

He then rolled his eyes, (Okay, Cupid, so you say I like her, like her. What makes you think it?) Arnold tried to challenge his best friends thoughts, even though he realized a long time ago his new found crush was with his best friend, he doesn't want to ruin his relationship with Helga. The relationship as the bullied and the bully, and then becoming friends and eventually best friends, was not about to be ruined and there was no why in heck Arnold was going risk it. So the little dense football head kept his secrets hidden, as well as the dense blonde girl.

Gerald replied almost instantly. (Arnold, we've been friends since preschool. I know your 'sick as a dog' in love face, and I hate to say it, but you be gazin' at her man. Just go with us, alright? It's going to be my first official date with Pheebers, and I suggested the double so I can have my wing man with me! Come on, we've all gone to Chez Paris before, why not go again? Helga won't even think anything of it. Please? For your best friend since tots?)

Arnold groaned, but smiled a little despite everything, 'Alright, I guess I'm trapped'. He checked the time: (Okay Gerald, I'll go. Let me say bye to Helga, go get ready then you come by my place at 5:45.) He then put his phone in his pocket and laid back against the couch. The thought of going on a double date with Helga sent a goofy smile to his face, the thought of telling her of his feelings tonight crossed his mind but he quickly let passed, thinking of what could happen and how unsure she might react. He sighed to himself, wishing he had the courage to actually tell her everything he was thinking.

Upstairs, in a room with fresh paint on the walls, was a blonde girl sitting on her bed wishing for the exact same courage and lovesick smile on her face. "Okay, I'll do it, Pheebs." She whispered to the black haired girl standing in front of her. "Who knows, maybe this will have him LIKE me like me someday?" They both laughed at the elementary school term. As Phoebe went to give Helga a hug, Arnold walked through her bedroom door, a nervous smile on his face.

"Hey," he said sheepishly, a hand rubbing his neck. "I guess you found out we have hot date tonight?" Arnold mentally slapped himself, 'Smooth, Arnold'.

Phoebe and Helga raised their eyebrows at him, smirks playing on their faces. Helga decided to speak up first, willing his awkwardness to go away. "I guess so, Hairboy." She gave him an exaggerated wink and walked over to him, putting his bag of clothes in his hands, and messed with his unruly hair. Arnold blinked, suppressing a blush. "Now go away, I'm gonna get ready at Phoebe's, and if you know what's good for you-"

Arnold interupted her, already knowing her rules for her dates if she ever got one. "I know Helga, nothing on the cheap. First class all the way." Helga nodded, an amused expression her face as she ushered him out her door.

"That's right football head, nothing less. Tell Geraldo the same goes for my Pheebs here," the half Japanese girl blushed slightly. "Or else Ole Betsey will have to come out of retirement with a vengeance, and I'm not kidding."

Standing in the doorway, the blonde haired boy smiled, "Of course; whatever you say, Helga."

She smirked, hand on the door knob, "Good to know, Arnoldo. See you soon." Helga then slammed the door in his face and sunk down to the hardwood floor, gazing at the two people in the mural, swooning. "I'll be counting the minutes, sweet prince."

Phoebe giggled, "I have a feeling we'll be staying up late tonight? You writing and us playing our instruments of choice?" She sunk down, sitting cross-legged in front of her best friend, grinning knowingly.

The sweet smile was still evident on Helga's face, "Yes, Pheebs. Now, why don't we raid Olga's old closet of junk before she got preggo with Gwen and head over to your house so we can get you all dolled up for Tall-Hair boy?" Phoebe nodded in reply, and stood up, also helping Helga to her feet. They both left her bedroom and in search for an outfit for Helga; who wasn't protesting because she wanted to blow Arnold's socks off tonight.

Arnold was running down the street, taking shortcuts through alleys, cursing himself for not driving his truck. He was also in a mixture of euphoria and nervousness, but he squashed down the nervous feeling away and trying to savor the excitement to keep him moving. Running up the stoop, stepping aside to let the strays and Abner out, and quickly going through the threshold, saying a quick hello to the borders in the living room, and ran to the bathroom. Washing away all of the paint and other mess he could have gathered from school, he stepped out, the steam clouding around. Blow drying his hat and his hair, having it all stick up randomly, and towel around his waist, he went up the stairs to his room.

His room was fairly the same, aside from the dinosaur computer changed in with the laptop he got for his birthday his freshmen year, and the wall paper which was torn and was now painted with his work. One wall that his desk sat in front of was dedicated to the Hillwood city skyline that could be seen from on top of water tower of the boarding house. Him and Helga had called Gerald and Phoebe during one of the excruciating heat waves to swim in the cold water of the water tower, knowing his grandpa and grandma wouldn't mind. Whenever they were done cooling off in the water, they all climbed to the top at around 10 at night and stared into the city; basking in refreshing night air.

The wall where his door opens, the open and closing couch, and is slanted, was a mural of the beach where the two young blondes had vacationed every summer since they were young. The waves were gentle and the sandy beach was inviting. Wispy clouds were gathered gently and the sun was gone, just like the Hillwood City skyline wall, stars were spread across. The main focal point was the light house they found hidden on beach when they were driving the back roads of their vacation spot. The light house was light tan, with a wide slightly darker stripe winding around, and the light was shining on a hidden sailboat out at sea. The rest of the walls, like where his shelves were beside his bed and the first wall you see walking in the room, were just painted in ranges of sunset colors, light stars leading up to his skylight. Arnold loves his room, since he can change it any ways he can. It used to be the painted jungles of San Lorenzo, but he felt he needed a change, and he likes it.

Arnold was sorting through his limited closet, going through plaid shirts, light blue t-shirts, and on and on. He was getting frustrated, 'Why do I only ask my mom to buy this stuff?!' The blonde boy sighed and went to his dresser in the back of the closet, and coming across the clothes his mom buys him but never cares to wear. Shifting through more button ups, ranging from solid to more plaid, he came across a dark grey t shirt. Arnold pursed his lips and put it on. Arnold shrugged, thinking he's getting somewhere, so he grabs his boxers, dark blue dress jeans, and looked himself over. Arnold was scratching his head in thought when he heard his window from the skylight open.

Miles was climbing down the ladder and saw Arnold emerge from his closet, he let out a low whistle to his son, "Hot date tonight, Arnold?" Miles grinned at him and took a seat on the twin sized bed.

The 16 year old blushed crimson. "Um, kind of, I guess." Arnold sighed and took a seat next to his dad. "It's with Helga." He put his head in hands, slouching and staring at his carpet.

The older blonde gave a sly smile at his son, even though he knew Arnold couldn't see it. He put his hand on his shoulder, 'Finally!' Mikes thought, but then waited a second, pursing his lips. "Well, I'm guessing by your body language that I shouldn't tell your mom to start planning the wedding with grandma and Aunt Mitzi, huh?"

Arnold sat straighter suddenly, his blush became impossibly darker. "Dad! It's just as friends! Gerald and Phoebe wanted us to join them on their first official date, so we agreed to go to Chez Paris. It's kind of like hanging out, and it's not like we haven't been there before together, you and mom took us, and we've been there together in fourth grade with Phoebe and Gerald again. And it's not like it's going to be awkward or anything, because we're best friends and, you know that won't change. I mean, well…," Arnold's eyes started become half-lidded, his smile turned mellow. Miles eyebrow raised higher as his teenage son continued his speech. "Well, Helga is pretty awesome. She's not like any other girl I've ever met and she is just great all on her own. She stands her ground, and helps others out if they're getting bullied by Wolfgang or something. She stands up for what she believes in and what is right. She is so funny and smart too, about as smart as Phoebe. She's also great at basketball, the best on the team in my opinion, and she does any other sports with ease, like football or baseball. Bowling with her is fun and, well, she has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. They're like… lightning. Brighter than any stars we look at on the roof, but then again they're so dark around her iris, it's so pretty." Arnold closed his eyes and sighed wistfully, getting lost in Helga's eyes.

Still pretty lost, Arnold jumped when he heard Miles chuckle. "So I'm guessing you're pretty excited for this friendly outing with Helga?" Miles nudged his son, laughing. Arnold shrugged and nodded, fighting off the heat in his face. "Do you want some advice?"

Arnold smiled at his dad, "Yeah, I think I really do need some. I'm a nervous wreck." Miles laughed and hugged his troubled son.

Helga was sitting on Phoebe's bed with Betsey on her lap, strumming her guitar, trying to relax. She looked at the clock on bedside table- 5:50 pm. She sighed and stood up, going to look at herself in the mirror. The dark blue dress that Phoebe picked out from Olga's closet was beautiful in her opinion. It complimented her skin tone and her tall athletic body type. She was going to go all fancy tonight, but since she knows their going for a walk in Tina Park, she has her white converse sneakers on her feet; cleaned to look brand new. Her hair was curled, per Phoebe's request, and her pink bow was sitting on top. Just a bit of eye liner and her raspberry Chapstick that Phil gave her from the gas station since she's allergic to strawberry. 'This is the one exception, but never eat this stuff.' They had both laughed.

She liked how she looked, she liked wearing dresses and heels, even though she never would to school or anything along those lines. Helga felt comfortable in her jeans, or jean cutoffs, her varsity pullover or band tee, but wearing dresses reminded her of her childhood days. Helga also loved being different, and not picking out her outfits the night before school and to just grab and go to Arnold's truck in the mornings. She smiled softly at herself; butterflies returning.

Phoebe walked in the room wearing a red sweater dress just above the knee and her two inch black heels; her hair super straight and her bangs braided back from her moms help. Helga knew she was a bit insecure about her height, she had no idea why, so Phoebe just added on two inches whenever they go to something special. And this outing with Gerald, as Phoebe was saying on the drive in Helga's old mustang that Olga gave her, is very special. "I'm so glad we decided to wear their favorite colors Helga! I know Arnold will be so smitten with you whenever he sees that blue on you!" Phoebe went to her dresser to put on a bit of mascara that she rarely uses, trying to keep her from jumping in excitement.

The girl dressed in deep ocean blue blushed a bit, still strumming her guitar lightly. "Well, it's not exactly the light shade that he likes. I wish we could've found that turquoise one that Olga had, but I guess she took it back to her place." Helga was trying to act nonchalant, but her hands started to shake because she realized six o'clock is getting nearer.

Phoebe rolled her eyes, switching to the other one. "Oh Helga, I just have a feeling Arnold is going to favor all of the blues after he sees you in that." She turned to look at her best friend raising an eyebrow at her, and she smirked in responds. "Just saying!"

"Can it, Pheebs. Just focus on you and that red dress that Geraldo is going to be drooling over tonight." Phoebe lost her smile and her face turned the shade of her dark red dress. "Besides, Arnold and I are only going because you two are too shy to go by yourselves." She huffed, not really liking the feeling of being in an interrogation of sorts over the whole ice cream subject. Singing about it with Phoebe was fine and all, but that's only because she planned it all out and written it on paper in her blue books, (the pink ones were reserved for her moments of actual poetry, not songs) but speaking about it without her guitar, it's a whole different challenge.

The blushing girl smiled slightly when the doorbell rang, she turned to Helga and said, "Canning!" Then grabbed her wide eyed, almost hyperventilating friend, by the hand and led her down the stairs and to the front door. Phoebe was whispering encouraging things into Helga's ear, telling her everything is going to be fine, it's just dinner and a walk. Nothing to freak out about, you can write and gush about it later.

On the other side of the door, Gerald was saying kind of the same things to his best friend, trying to keep himself from fidgeting with the buttons on the black blazer his dad had given to him because wearing just a t shirt to Chez Paris is just not right. "Man, calm down! The ladies are going to be here any minute now and Helga's going to laugh at the way your so nervous! You just gotta relax; you've been on plenty of dates before."

Arnold gave Gerald a confused look, "I think you're thinking of yourself, Mr. Ladies Man." Arnold rolled his eyes, "I can barely get two words out around a girl, especially Wendi our freshmen year. But this is different, I'm worried about how Helga is going to react, I mean sure she's my best friend, and I've never really seen her in THIS way before, but now I don't know. She's different Gerald, she's… Helga." Arnold sighed, he's always been clueless when it came to Helga, with other girls he could kind of figure everything out about them in one or two conversations if he wasn't nervous enough, but with Helga… She's always making him keep on his toes. "Ahat if this makes our whole friendship awkward?!"

Gerald was rubbing his temples, "Arnold, you and Helga have been best friends since she saved your parents. Nothing is going to ruin that so just relax and you know, this is actually just a date for me and Pheebers. You and Helga are here because it's Valentines Day and you're doing nothing besides watching movies and painting whatever your painting in her room. You both need outside world time." Gerald smiled cheekily at his glaring friend. Before Arnold could reply, Phoebe's front door opened.

The two boys had both their mouths wide opened as they took in the attire of their respective dates. Helga and Phoebe were smiling, blushing, and behind their backs they knuckle touched each other in relief and satisfaction of their dates reactions. Helga cleared her throat and motioned Phoebe to step out first and saying good bye to Reba and Kyo who were taking pictures and giggling.

Gerald was the first to snap out of it, since of course it was actually his first official date with Phoebe. They had flirted before; he would walk her home and take impromptu trips to Slausen's every now and then when Arnold's parents wanted Helga over for visits after school. Gerald was just too shy around Phoebe, and he didn't like it because it was so foreign. The boy with medium-tall hair was considered a ladies man at their high school ever since he had started dating sophomore Connie while he was only an 8th grader. After a few months, and Helga caring for a distraught Phoebe, Connie went back to bonehead Burt and Gerald had started his escapades with various girls, turning on his charms. Phoebe was always friends with him, crushing on him ever since they were little, but keeping him at arms length because of his many girlfriends, until now their own sophomore year. The girls in her class who knew about her crush- Nadine, Sheena, and Abigal- all tell her she's better off, except Helga who is there for her best friend no matter what. Phoebe figured, 'He is the guy for me, I can't possibly get hurt by Gerald. He's the one.' The reassuring words were a mantra through her mind, blocking out every since of doubt threatening to break through.

He grinned her, "I like how we match Pheebers," he put his arm around the blushing girl's slim waist and lead her to Arnold's truck. "I like red on you, it makes your brown eyes seem brighter with a bit of gold."

Phoebe was grinning goofily at the ground below her, "Why, thank you, Gerald. I have to say the same thing about you too." Gerald opened the passenger side door for her and helped Phoebe in.

Left on the stoop and slyly grinning at their two best friends were Arnold and Helga. She sighed contently but then was confused when Gerald went to the drivers side and Arnold wasn't making a move to stop him. She looked at Arnold who seemed to be greatly admiring a pebble on the ground. "Uh, Football Head?" He looked up at her, staring into her lightning and thunderous blue eyes. "Why does Geraldo get to drive the truck?"

Arnold fake coughed, hiding his smile, and Gerald opened the door and answered for his best friend, "My car is the shop so he said I could borrow it. I can also drive it because I didn't fail my permit test three times. You gotta drive your mustang, so we can just meet up at Chez Paris, since it only has a front seat." Gerald smirked at her then shut the door, smiling to a laughing Phoebe.

Helga raised an eyebrow at the blonde boy. "Gee, Arnold, you sure know how to treat a lady," her voiced dripping with sarcasm, "and besides, it only took me once to pass my actual drivers test." She fished out her keys from her pink tiny hand held purse she borrowed from Reba and led the way to her car which was parked behind Arnold's old Chevy.

Arnold kept up to Helga's pace easily, smiling with half-lidded, teasing eyes. "Well, I'm still sticking to my theory of you scaring the people at the DMV enough for them to just hand over your license." Helga gave a short laugh and hopped in the front, Arnold in the passenger seat. "You can still bring out that Geraldine in you when you want to." Arnold added teasingly.

She pulled away from the curb and glared at Arnold, "I told you that in confidence!" she yelled playfully, nudging him. She looked back at the road, and cussed under her breath when the car started leaning towards the curb, narrowly missing the sidewalk of walking children practically clutching the brick building walls. As Helga was straightening herself back in the lane behind Gerald, Arnold was silently laughing, nodding his head and waving his hands in the air; practically spelling out 'I told you so'. Helga humphed and rolled her eyes, trying to hide her smile. She sniffed the air in the closed car and started laughing herself.

The laughing from the boy stopped, and was staring at her confusingly when they pulled up to a stoplight, almost to the restaurant. Helga just sat there cracking up, she looked at him and started all over again. Arnold raised an eyebrow, "What's so funny, Lucky?" This only made her laugh harder, thanking whoever was up there in the sky that it was a long red light. "Helga."

Trying to hold it in, taking a deep breath, she asked with an amused smile playing on her lips, "Why do you smell like your dad when he goes out with Stella on date night?" Arnold's inquisitive eyebrow dropped and he was silent, staring at his best friend. "You know, the kind of stuff she bought him for his birthday before you guys left for San Lorenzo three spring breaks ago? Happy Clinique for Men?" She heard honking behind her so she rolled down her window and flicked her wrist in apology, pressing the gas. She glanced over at the passenger side and noticed his prominent blush on his right cheek as he was facing the front. Good. Helga made her voice all sweet and her eyes big, "Well, gee, Arnold. I didn't really expect a man like you to dab on some smell good splash just for little ole me. But… your perfume does smell nice." Her eyes fluttered a little and she smiled a good nature smile, trying to let him know it's okay.

Arnold was still blushing slightly, but he smiled at her, thinking she looked really pretty tonight. "I could say the same thing, Lucky. You never usually wear dresses, or blue for that matter. I feel special." Arnold rolled down the windows and rested his arm.

It was her turn to blush pink, "Well, it's not like I wore heels or anything, even though I like to sometimes, and I wore blue because it was Phoebe's idea. I can also wear dresses whenever I want, Football Head," she started to get the feeling of defenses coming up, just a bit, which made her voice rise an octave, "and don't call me Lucky; so I lost my basketball shoes for that one game and I had to borrow yours. Big deal. I found them later."

He smirked, "Yeah, and it was lucky you found them, or else you'd be having to use your old ripped up ones. But you also lost your favorite glove, your hoodie twice, and your Chapstick. Then, by some strange reason, you find all of them; so you're lucky." He smiled at her and added, "I like you in your converse than your heels, it just fits you."

Helga rolled her eyes, "You're just saying that because I'd be able to look you fully in the eye if I were in heels," she smirked at him. "You can still be a short man to me Shortman." They both smiled at each other.

Arnold faced forward first and he clutched the dash, "Helga! Slow down, there's a-" A blaring horn from Mrs. Vitello filled there ear drums as Helga went through the intersection.

"Dammit! Ugh…" Both their hearts were pounding as she tried to calm down enough to drive and park in the lot behind Chez Paris. "I don't like stop signs at all." Helga laughed a little, cleaning out the nerves.

Arnold let out a breath of air, motioned for her to stay for a moment, and he got out and opened her door, helping her out. "That," he said as he grabbed her hand. "Is why you don't drive the truck until you can handle your little car." Arnold smiled wide at her eye roll and they locked arms. When they reached the front entrance to a waiting Gerald and Phoebe.

Gerald was whispering in Phoebe's ear, making her blush, and when he saw the two blondes approach, he stood up and smiled. "I heard a car honk from where we were, so I understood why it took you two a while."

She scowled at him, "Shut up, Geraldo." Arnold laughed silently. "Why don't we go in already?"

They all walked in and the man at the small desk, who was messing with some papers, greeted them without looking up. "Hello, I am Jacques, your Maitre d'. How many will I be needing to find a seat for…" The tall middle aged man looked up and gasped slightly, flashbacks from about seven years ago coming to his mind. When he almost lost his job by these for, very familiar, faces.

Helga smiled, her arm still hooked with Arnold's. "Hey, Jack. It's four tonight; good to see you again." Her eyebrow raised at the man, he was still recovering from the cockroach filled horror flash back.

Jacques found himself, and stood up bravely. Preparing himself to say something he hadn't had to say ever before. "I am terribly sorry for this inconvenience, but I cannot serve you four tonight." He waited for the onslaught that is sure to come.

The teenagers were arguing with him, a series of 'why nots' and 'that's a load of bull', the latter from Helga of course, but then Gerald made a move to silence them, and he stepped forward. "Excuse me sir, but how come? We haven't made any move against this restaurant before."

The maitre d' straightened his posture and looked Gerald in the eye, "On the contrary, I do remember being your waiter before and then almost losing my job, and the restaurant losing some of its credibility because of your friend here," he gestured to a scowling Helga, "not paying the bill and then unleashing millions of cockroaches into this establishment. I understand you all paying the price for washing dishes, and dining in here before, but the four of you together is a chance I am not willing to take. Chez Paris will not be giving you service." Before Arnold could speak up, Jacques gestured to a worn paper taped to a neighboring wall showing the party of four fourth grade pictures, and a brief description of reasoning on why they can't dine in together.

Silence filled the room, and a few close by diners stared and tried to hear the conversation. Arnold sighed, "Well, I guess we'll be going then." He hooked his arm with Helga, who was blushing and looking down at the floor glaring and cursing at herself, and Gerald held onto Phoebe's hand. "Come on guys."

They walked out of the restaurant and to the parking lot, Helga was feeling a bit guilty, thinking she ruined Phoebe's first date with Gerald. She knew it was a big deal for her friend, so she tapped on Phoebe's shoulder. Arnold nodded at Helga and gestured Gerald to walk ahead of them to let the girls talk. "Hey, Pheebs, I'm sorry. I honestly forgot all about the whole thing, I know this means a lot to you. I know how much you wanted this." Helga's voice was quiet, not knowing how her best friend was going to react.

Phoebe smiled softly, "It's okay Helga, we were kids. So what if that guy is a prick and can't let things go? The night is still young and I'm sure Gerald has something up his sleeve." She motioned her hand to see Gerald and Arnold coming up with a plan. "We just have to enjoy this night no matter what happens." She hugged Helga and laughed. "It's kind of funny, you know?"

The blond haired girl smirked, "Yeah, and Nadine was pissed for about a week because they would let her capture the rest of her bugs in the restaurant." Both girls were laughing when the boys came back smiling.

"Well ladies," Gerald said, taking Phoebe's hand. "We decided we can leave our cars here and take a walk to Slausens, since right around the corner, and then just go around town for a bit? That sound alright?" The girls nodded. "Alright, good, let's go." They all smiled to each other and headed out.

Gerald and Phoebe were walking hand in hand, blushing, in front of Helga and Arnold, who were a few steps behind. They were laughing and recalling good times from when they were in grade school, chuckling and rolling eyes, while Phoebe and Gerald were whispering to each other about the two behind them. "So," Gerald said, shrugging. "I think Arnold has it bad for Helga. I mean, hey, he's always looking after her, ever since we were kids. I don't know why he doesn't ask her out already."

Phoebe glanced behind her and smiled at her laughing friends, she looked up at Gerald into his dark brown eyes and grinned. "I always wondered why neither of them don't tell each other their true feelings, but I guess it's because they're such good friends. Neither would want to ruin that, but maybe they'll tell each other soon." Gerald nodded.

"I'm glad I told you how I feel, Pheebers. I promise I won't let you down, ever." They both smiled at each other. Gerald was finally glad he told the one girl who was always there how he feels, and Phoebe was so in love right now just looking at him. Trust was filling her eyes.

She squeezed his hand as he held the door open, "Thank you, Gerald. I, also, am very happy you asked me out tonight." Gerald beamed.

The four sat at a booth near a window, ordering four burgers and two shakes, laughing and having a good time. Helga and Arnold were smiling shyly at each other, then turning back to either Phoebe or Gerald who was telling something about their day or a story of some kind. The boys let the girls have the cherries that sat on top of each shake, the girls gave each other secret smiles, and it was all easy for the four of them to be together. Gerald and Helga were tolerating each other because they knew it would be a disaster if they didn't, so he didn't blame her for the Chez Paris incident and she didn't insult him. Both blondes were having a good time, but they both knew it wasn't a real date, it was a real date for Gerald and Phoebe, and somehow that made them feel… disappointed. Although, no matter how disappointed they were, it wasn't going to cause them to voice their feelings for each other.

It was getting a bit late, so Arnold suggested the walk, and they headed out leaving the tip for old man Wyatt. Arnold looked to the girl in blue and smiled, "Would you like my… blazer thing?" She laughed at him, nodding. "It's my dads," he explained, helping her into it. "It should keep you warm, I think."

She smiled at him, wrapping her arm back with his then putting her hands in the pockets, "Thanks Football Head. …You're alright, you know?" She laughed at him when he scrunched his noes, causing a crinkly eyed smile, and nodded. "Well, gee, don't be too modest." They walked around the sidewalk, into Tina Park, and they all sat on the separated benches gazing at the stars. Helga helped herself to taking an occasional sniff of Arnold's jacket, the faint smell of his shampoo over taking Miles cologne, with a goofy smile as Arnold named the constellations and would start talking about a new fact he found on the Internet. She was listening to him, getting lost in his deep, teenage voice, and loving every moment. She looked over to Phoebe and chuckled at the cuddling going on, obvious sweet nothing's being whispered into her ear by Gerald. Everything was easy, everything in this moment was perfect; if only she and Arnold were able to get close like that.

The night was getting darker, it was around 9:45, and Phoebe's parents wanted her and Helga back by ten, so the party of four decided to head out, Phoebe and Gerald a few steps ahead. They all were laughing together, enjoying each others company. When they were about to walk passed an alley, a go with the flow as the wind blows homeless man came out, obviously coming to ask them for money. "Hey, kids, how about you help me out here, huh?" He gave a good natured smile.

They noticed him before, they knew they did, so Gerald confirmed what they were thinking when he voiced it. "Aren't you supposed to be on the subway? Since its… you know, your house?" The group nodded their heads.

"Well, yeah," the man said in his scratchy voice, "but not a lot of people go down there at night, and I need money, so are you gonna help me out here or what?" He was was getting a tad impatient, ready to go ask that old lady going down the street, snuggling in her fur coat. He knew what people who lived well dressed like, that's why he came to the four teenagers obviously having a night on the town.

Helga looked at Arnold and sighed, seeing him take out his wallet, already knowing he would help the homeless guy. She knew Arnold would do something like this, no matter any circumstances, he got that trait from both his parents, but she was surprised by the condition he stated to the homeless man in front of them. "Okay, but you gotta sing to this pretty girl here." Arnold gestured to Helga with his wide toothy smile that he's had since Urban Tots, his green eyes sparkling at her blush.

Gerald grinned and followed his best friends lead, "Yeah, and this pretty girl too." He gave his best winning smile to Phoebe who giggled in return.

The homeless guy was eyeing the twenty bucks in Arnold's hand and the twenty in Gerald's, his tired eyes going wide and a satisfied grin making its way on his face, he walked back in the alley and came back with a worn and chipped guitar. "Anything for that!" he chuckled, "What would you like?"

Gerald answered, a slight blush intercepting his charms, "Something slow." The old man nodded and started strumming good heartily, a nice sweet tune that Helga recognized. She watched with a slight smile as Gerald reached for a blushing Phoebe's hand, leading her under the street light close to wear they were standing.

I was standing at the end of my rainbow

With nowhere to go and no pot of gold in sight

All my wishes were just way too much to hope for

But when I saw you I knew I'd seen the light

Arnold was gazing at Helga, who he deemed as beautiful underneath the lights of the city, with a twinkle in his eye. He loved seeing his best friend happy, and right now she seemed down right blissful. She turned to look at him as the homeless man continued onto the chorus, raising her eyebrow at him, "You gonna ask me to dance or not Football Head?" He smiled and took her hand. "You know it's my favorite Tim McGraw song, and it's slow so no tangoing." She smirked and Arnold laughed; they went to dance a little away from the main couple.

I used to think that love would never find me

And the one who cares was lost somewhere in time

But when you found me I knew I'd found forever

You rescued me just before I crossed the line

He was singing softly as Helga put her head to rest on his shoulder, fitting perfectly. She was in perfect bliss.

And not a moment too soon

Without a minute to spare

You touched my heart

When I didn't have a prayer

In my darkest hour

With my world filled with gloom

Your sweet love saved me

Not a moment too soon

Your sweet love saved me

Not a moment too soon

Not a moment too soon

The guitar played on quietly, the homeless man trying to stop himself from getting all emotional at the almost taken from a movie scene laid out in front of him. He watched as Arnold was laughing softly to some wisecrack that Helga was whispering to the football headed teenager, she herself making her smirk in order to hide the goofy smile just wanting to appear. The man was humming along to the appropriate parts, grinning when the blush on Phoebe's face was turning pink because of Gerald's compliments, but as all things do, the song had to end and homeless guy had a date with a combo meal at the nearest fast food restaurant. "Well kids, thanks, it was fun. Now, I'm hungry so you all be safe." The guy left and walked down to the opposite way of the sidewalk, goodbyes and thank you's following him.

The group of four were walking again, towards their vehicles in the Chez Paris parking lot, talking about the perfect guitar playing of the tired, homeless man. They all wondered how he got that good, if he ever played for tips, and any other instruments since they knew he could play harmonica also. The neon lights above them just brightened the happy energy around them and they all reveled in it. The four friends were glad they remained close, closer to each other than any other teen since they were done being potty trained and put into pre school. Helga and Gerald weren't telling each other secrets per se, but they didn't rip each others throats out either, so it was an okay balance. They went into their respective vehicles, Arnold opening the drivers side door with a grin, saying "Try not to kill us, please?" Helga laughed and playfully shoved him turning on the radio. Gerald helped Phoebe into Arnold's truck, smiling at each other. They all headed back to Phoebe's home to drop the girls off, conversations about school, friends, and the other people in the truck/mustang and how much they deserve to be together.

Gerald and Phoebe were standing on top of the stoop near the door, Arnold and Helga at the bottom leaning against the wall of the home waiting for the new couple to say goodnight, trying not laugh or do something that'll make it awkward.

Phoebe smiled up at Gerald, who was a good height above her even in her heels, "Thank you for asking me out tonight, Gerald, I had a lot of fun." She took a deep breath and took his hand, squeezing it, and started blushing. "So, yeah." Phoebe laughed a little, nerves getting to her. Her heart was pounding so loud that she could hear it in her ears. She wanted him to kiss her, she wanted to kiss him for so long, and at this moment there isn't anything she wanted more than this, even more than Yale.

Gerald bit his lip, feeling more nervous than he had ever been in his sixteen years of life. Yeah, he has kissed other girls, but they were just girls. This is Phoebe Heyerdahl! The girl who has always been there but he never had the nerve to ask her out so he went out with girls he knew had no real value, and there was a lot of girls. Gerald didn't know what possessed him to take a chance on himself to ask Phoebe out, because he knew with Phoebe there would have to be a real commitment to make because Phoebe isn't like Connie, or Carla, or Masha, or Emily, or Haleigh, or… let's say there was a lot. Gerald was always intimidated of commitment, since his parents divorced around the time he entered seventh grade, but he always had support. Phoebe and Arnold, heck even Helga was there to fan down the flames during the hard times. He was lucky he had all three of them. "Phoebe, I like you a lot, and I was wondering if maybe on friday we can go out again sometime, alone?" He smiled when she nodded, relief washing through him. "Okay, um, thanks! And I have one more question?"

She looked up at Gerald questioningly, "Sure, anything Gerald."

"Um, well…" Gerald was getting frustrated with his lack of charms for the girl in front of him. He sighed, deciding to just do it. He kissed her full on the lips, taking Phoebe by surprise. She squeaked but then started to kiss him back quickly, joy and happiness filling her emotions; getting lost in everything that is Gerald.

Arnold and Helga were raising their eye brows at their friends, the actuality of Gerald and Phoebe finally a couple dawning on them. They realized they'll be going on what is sure to be more double dates, more time together even though they spend every day with each other any ways, but this could lead them into a more romantic light. This realization giving them hope and and a bit of fright. The opportunity of becoming something more is very enticing but, then again, no one wants to lose a best friend.

He turned to Helga with a slight smile, "So, I guess they're officially a couple now?" He gestured to the people kissing on the stoop.

She glanced at them, then scrunched her nose. Helga rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I guess." she playfully shoved her shoulder against him, "Make sure you tell Geraldo over there if he hurts her I'll make him pay." Helga grinned wickedly.

Arnold nodded, "Don't worry, I will." They turned and saw Phoebe open the door, a starry smile and keeping eye contact with her new boy friend. Helga and Arnold both stood up and he walked her to the bottom of stairs where a waving Gerald walked by them. "Well, I guess I'll say goodnight and, um, thanks for the hot date and borrowing your car."

"Sure," Helga said, shrugging her shoulders. "No problem Football Head. Thanks for putting up with my driving, and having the Homeless Guy sing for me."

They laughed together and Arnold heard Gerald calling for him. "Um, goodnight." Before she could turn he made a risky move and grabbed her hand, kissing the top of it. He stood up and they both were staring with wide eyes, blushes forming. "I'll call you in the morning to make sure you're awake when I pick you up. Gerald's taking Phoebe in his car when he gets it early in the morning." With that, he turned to climb in the drivers seat, honking the horn once and waved. With that, he drove to drop off Gerald.

Helga was still standing on the sidewalk, eyes wide, mouth agape, and still nodding slightly in answer to Arnold telling her he'll call tomorrow. She was snapped back into reality when she heard Phoebe giggling in the doorway. "Phoebe?"

Phoebe looked up to Helga questionably, smiling wide from the lingering sensation of Gerald's lips, "Yes Helga?"

They both walked up the stairs heading into Phoebe's room, she took off her heels and Helga grabbed the spare blue notebook under Phoebe's mattress with a pen in her hand. The raven haired girl grabbed the guitar and leaned it against the bed, looking at her best friend chewing on the tip of the pen thinking about what to write. Helga turned to her, "Help me out here Pheebs, my mind has way too many thoughts going on to concentrate."

She smiled at Helga, grateful she has some input, "Sure. Hmm…" Phoebe pondered, "If you could describe today for the both of us, what would it be?"

Helga thought about today, not just the 'double date' in general, but her day as well. She wants to put Phoebe's date with Gerald in it, but her day with Arnold seems like it was a big step in thE right direction on where she hopes leads to not just a best friend relationship, but to something bigger. Helga thought about the painting Arnold had done in her room, about her being a princess and him the prince. He made her look so beautiful and she actually felt beautiful with him tonight. A light bulb flashed in her head. She turned to her best friend since forever, "A fairy tale."

***End of Flashback***

Arnold was admiring her dress, he always loved when she wore pink, but the color of blue on her just brought out that lightning effect in her eyes. He noticed a gold chain of sorts around her neck but disappearing into her dress, he remembered her wearing something like that before but it was always hidden under her bow sometimes. He looked to Phoebe who was beaming her best smile at Helga, she was obviously excited for this next song and couldn't wait to hear it. Arnold was ready to. He was ready to hear what Helga crafted what was their somewhat first double date of sorts with Gerald and Phoebe. Arnold wants to listen to her singing since she rarely does in front of him, and when she does it usually is when the music volume is so high up he can't hear a thing but his own voice singing with her.

Helga smiled widely and started strumming her guitar to make a lively tune. The crowd was loving the sweet sound and they started thinking about their own Valentines day's; Gerald and Phoebe were having memories of happier times, when they just knew they wanted each other and were in love. More than they were now.

Today was a fairytale

You were the prince

I used to be a damsel in distress

You took by the hand and you picked me up at six

Today was a fairytale

Arnold raised his eyebrow with a slight smile on his face, 'She thought I was a prince?' he thought to himself, but then he remembered the mural he painted, or what was left of it after their fight.

Today was a fairytale

Arnold shook his head and just listened, living in the moment. Phoebe and the rest of the band were playing along with her.

Today was a fairytale

I wore a dress

You wore a dark grey t-shirt

You told me I was pretty

When I looked like a mess

Today was a fairytale

Time slows down

Whenever you're around

The crowd started cheering when Phoebe started singing with Helga, surprising everyone in the room, especially Gerald. Phoebe was never that open, but her voice was amazing. Arnold didn't notice the microphone stand on her side of the piano.

But can you feel this magic in the air?

It must have been the way you kissed me

Fell in love when I saw you standing there

It must have been the way

Today was a fairytale

Phoebe smiled at her best friend, glad that they have something to be a part of together.

It must have been the way

Today was a fairytale

Helga filling her mind of the memories from that day with Arnold, the night too, in order for her to keep the smile on her face. The stage lights above and around her were showing off happy spring colors, setting the mood for the crowd in front of her, cheering.

Today was a fairytale

You've got a smile that takes me to another planet

Every move you make everything you say is right

Today was a fairytale

Phoebe sang the next verse, causing the crowd and an amazed Gerald to cheer loudly. Arnold was smiling and loving the talent his friends have.

Today was a fairytale

All that I can say

Is now it's getting so much clearer

Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face

Today was a fairytale

Time slows down

Whenever you're around

Helga sang, 'Yeah!' and they both sang the chorus together.

But can you feel this magic in the air?

It must have been the way you kissed me

Fell in love when I saw you standing there

It must have been the way

Today was a fairytale

It must have been the way

Today was a fairytale

The music played on and Helga was swaying to the music on stage and Phoebe was bobbing her head to the music, stains of pink on her face from the adrenaline. She was so happy Helga had her do this, it really is a rush. Arnold was clapping next to her, along with the crowd, keeping his eye on Helga, loving how the lights around her made her shine.

Helga addressed the crowd, with a smile on her face, "Can you clap your hands for me?" The crowd did, and she felt a burst in her chest. Helga started singing with as much passion she could muster, reliving one of her best nights she ever had in her young life.

Time slows down

Whenever you're around

I can feel my heart

It's beating in my chest

Did you feel it?

I can't put this down

Phoebe joined her, playing softly. She was sneaking glances to blushing, yet smiling brightly, Gerald. A swell of love filling her heart.

But can you feel this magic in the air?

It must have been the way you kissed me

Fell in love when I saw you standing there

It must have been the way

Suddenly on the walls were in transforming pink, blue, and red hearts. A pretty sight to see around a room full of people. The two young girls went to finish their Valentines day song.

But can you feel this magic in the air?

It must have been the way you kissed me

Fell in love when I saw you standing there

It must have been the way

Today was a fairytale

It must have been the way

Today was a fairytale

The music went on and Helga was singing softly to the beat while Phoebe played. A blush came to the raven haired girls cheeks when a picture that her mother took from behind the window of her home when Gerald and Phoebe kissed on the stoop became seen on the walls. The crowd was cheering and some one the high school boys were whistling. Helga was laughing silently to Phoebe's playful glare and Helga finished out the song, a grin on her angel heart face.

Today was a fairytale

Helga laughed when the music died down and the picture on the walls dissolved. Phoebe and her said, "Thank you," at the same time and Gerald was sitting at the table not thinking he'd be able to walk. He felt like jumping around and taking Phoebe dancing around this very floor and kissing her. I guess that's how Helga's music made everyone in the room feel; dancing, or crying, or laughing, or just singing along. Helga was ecstatic everything tonight, so far, was going as plan.

***AN

Still so sorry, but I hope you understand I am a senior in high school! I have clubs, sports, home work, AP classes, getting ready for college, essays, applications, filling out forms, looking for scholarships, SAT and ACTs… Ugh it's a big mess! Please understand and know that I'm not going to just abandon this.

I'm not really satisfied with this chapter when she performs, but I wanted to get this out there. Thank you to every one who has reviewed! Know that it helped me to update faster and I always get so bubbly inside when I get that email! I love all of your suggestions, and I will try to fit them all in. I am hoping to use Taylor Swift's new songs/album into this story during her performance but I will leave some songs out from the Red album, as well as the new one, for maybe later performances… (; Until next time! Please review :) and I appreciate all of you!