Friday was approaching quickly and I wasn't too happy about it either. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I could still go through with it; and I'm not sure about Helga either. She seemed like she was happy and sad about it at the same time. Every time I would see her in the hallway at school, she would always try to ignore the fact that Arnold's taking her to the dance. I mean its Arnold, ARNOLD!!! Of all people at our school, you would think that she would be excited that he's taking her, but I guess it's all too surreal for her.

Well that Friday afternoon I had went over to Helga's house, where her annoying sister was just so glad to see that Helga has got at least one friend. Now I see why she is always cranky. We got up to Helga's room, and showed me once again the prefect dress she bought when we went to the mall the day before. However, when she placed the dress on her bed, her face showed sadness.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean, 'what's wrong?'?"

"You don't seem happy about the fact that you're going to the dance with Arnold, ever since I told you."

"Well it's just too much to take in at once. I mean, how is it that Arnold agreed to take me?"

"I'm sure he wanted to go with you."

"No, I don't think so."

"Helga, listen to me, I'm sure that Arnold did want to go with you, otherwise he would have say no."

"Would have said no to what?"

"When I told him to take you instead."

"Instead of . . .?"

"Instead of me."

"Wait, he asked you to the dance?"

"Technically, yes, but I kind of made him."

"How so?" She did not sound too happy about it.

"Well I was saying how I didn't have a date, then he said that he would take me, then I asked about Lila, then he had said that they weren't going together anymore, and then I felt bad to go with him, because I know how much you like him, so I told him to take you instead."

"And then?"

"And then he was like 'Helga?' and I said yeah, Helga. Then he agreed."

"Well then, I guess he really did want to go with me." And there it was the smile that I was looking for. I haven't known Helga for long, but it doesn't take a long friendship to see that she wasn't happy, until now.

"Well, yeah, I mean you don't look the same like you did back in junior high."

"That's true. Well help me get ready."

So that was it, I helped her get ready and she looked amazing. Arnold would be dazzled. Then the moment of truth came in, the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to open the door, while Helga was doing the finishing touches. My heart was beating really fast, because I wasn't sure what exactly was going to happen. I open the door, hoping that Arnold would be amazed with all the work I put into making Helga look beautiful.

"Is it him?" Helga said from the top of the stairs, getting ready for Arnold.

"No, I didn't open the door yet, but get ready!"

I slowly opened the door, where to see that it was the Devil herself, Lila.