Later that night, when everyone had finished unpacking and were getting ready for bed, Marie and Double Dee were discussing the day as they prepared for their usual nightly activities. "I have to say," Edd said voicing his opinion from the bed, "I can see quite a similarity between myself and Arnold."

"Oh?" Marie replied from in their room's bathroom. "How so?"

"Think about it," he explained as he listed off the noted similarities, "we are both gentle souls, we both had tough relationships with our parents, though his were in a distant country for the beginning of his life and mine started working to deal with what happened to James." Marie poked her head out at the mention of his late twin brother.

"You okay?" She asked. She knew James was a sensitive subject, though she also knew that he only spoke of him openly when it was just the two of them.

"Yes," Edd smiled at her with a genuine smile. "As I was saying, there is also one other thing that Arnold and I share."

"And what's that?" Marie said as she exited the bathroom, giving Edd a good look at her nightly attire. She wore a black lace nightgown with matching underwear, something that she knew would set poor Edward's hormones wild.

"Our love for bad girls with big hearts." He smiled at her. Smiling back, she began to make her way towards him. Climbing up onto the bed, she began to straddle him. It was then that he remembered the ring. "You know," Edd continued, "I can't remember a day where I was unhappy to see your beautiful figure." As a reply, she playfully slapped his chest.

"Fibber," she said with a laugh.

"True, we both had our rocky beginnings." He smiled before continuing. "But ever since we started our relationship, not a day's gone by that I haven't regretted my decision."

"Awe," she sighed before she kissed him passionately. Unaware for his hand fumbling inside the drawer of his nightstand.

"And when we broke apart," he said in a solemn tone as soon as their lips parted, "even though it was for a brief time, I felt so empty." He could see the sorrow in her eyes as he mentioned what had happened. "It was then that I realized that I never want to be away from you ever again."

Marie looked at him cautiously. "What are you talking about?" She had her suspicions, but she just didn't want to get her hopes up.

"What I am trying to say is that I want to ask you something." Presenting the small black box, he looked deep into her eyes, which were as wide as dinner plates. "I was going to save this for our anniversary, but I just couldn't wait." Opening the box, he showed her the ring. Marie's eyes, if at all possible, had grown larger as she gazed upon the ring. "I already asked your mother and father if it was alright." Without the slightest hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him deeply. When they broke apart, they both gave a small laugh. "I'll take that as a yes."

"You bet your sweet ass, Pumpkin." She replied as she grabbed the ring. Extending her hand, she placed the ring on her finger. She was so happy, that she was having a hard time controlling herself. 'What the hell,' she said to herself with a smirk. Bringing her face close to his, she reached for the lamp on her end table and, with a wicked smile to which it gave Edd an uneasy feeling, turned off the light. Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Arnold and Helga were laying down in each other's arms, finished with their own nightly activities.

"You know," Helga said with a smile, "I kinda like that Lonergan girl."

"Which one?" Arnold asked, stroking her hair.

"Marie," she replied, hoisting herself onto her arms so that she could look him in the eyes. "She's kinda like me in a way."

"What do you mean?" Helga laughed. She sometimes she couldn't believe how dense he was.

"Think about it," she laid her head back down onto his chest, "she is in love with a very sweet guy." She felt Arnold's chest rumble as he gave a small chuckle, earning him a smack. "She has her quirks, which her man was able to see past."

"True," Arnold said. "Plus, according to Edd, she's quite talented when it comes to art."

"Seriously?" She looked at him with surprise, his only reply was a quick nod. "Oh," she said. "There's one more thing."

"What's that?" Arnold asked, only to be met for a short while by silence.

"She had a rough childhood." Helga said with a sad voice. Arnold grabbed her chin and lifted her face towards his.

"You have another thing in common then." He kissed her lightly, but deeply. "You both pushed pass your past and became better people."

"Geeze, Arnoldo," Helga replied sarcastically, "didn't peg you as a philosopher."

"Just speaking my mind." Arnold laughed in response. "Something a cute little girl in a pink bow taught me."

"Just hit the light, Football Head." Helga laughed as Arnold reached for the light. "Arnold?" She said when his hand was on the switch.

"Yeah?"

"I hate you." She sighed.

"I love you, too." He replied.

"You're such a dork, you know that?" She continued.

"Whatever you say, Helga." And with that, Arnold turned off the light.