I have to redo this one since the last one got deleted...but It'll never be as good as the last one! :(

I do not own Hey Arnold...because if I did, TJM would've been made, as would've The Pataki's and the final scene where Helga and Arnold get married.

Fury still raged through his body as he stared down the blond girl's back.

"It's time to TANGO!" Mr. Simmon's voice rang out from his place on the stage.

'Perfect,' thought Arnold, 'Now's where the fun begins.'

He smoothly walked up to Helga, causing Phoebe's and her giggles to seize, and smirked, "Oh, there you are Helga...and just in time for the tango!"

"Bring it on, Football Head," she said, holding her arm out, "Let's cut a rug..."

With a grace he never knew he possessed, he led her out onto the dancefloor, and with a passion he never knew he had he pulled her in roughly against him. He pulled her one way across the dancefloor and then twirled her out, causing her dark glasses to fly up, and she scrambled to find them and cover her eyes once again.

He pulled her in, angrily gripping her waist and causing her nose to crash into his. He twirled her out again, no mercy in his glare.

In him, something burned in the pit of his belly. Warm, hungry and...there was something foreign that bubbled deep. And by this time, everyone at PS118 was noticing that there was something wrong in the land of the blind Helga and the usually calm Arnold.

Meanwhile, Gerald had found what he was looking for and his part of the plan had come into play.

As he twirled her back in, Arnold spoke, anger burried in his jellybean green eyes.

"Must be strange not being able to see anything...anything at all?"

Helga adverted her gaze, bit her lip, and stammered, "It is...it's very ah...ah...

Arnold dipped her low and stared intently into the wide, almost fightened blue eyes of Helga.

"Arnold, you're being kinda rough," she said, her expression surprised.

He smiled deviously and his gaze became, unconciously, half-lidded.

"Don't worry my poor, blind friend. You're in good hands," he told her leaning in slightly. Taking with him the strange smell that was Helga, vanilla and something vaguely familiar.

The spotlight's on them by this point and as he heard the commotion of the kids around him, Arnold knew that Gerald had done his part.

"Helga...there's something I've been meaning to tell you..." Arnold said, twirling her out and watching her as she precariously dangled over the water before twirling her back in, this time he placed her so that her back was against his chest.

And the bubbling in his stomach churned wildly as it noticed how perfectly she fit there.

"There is?" she asked, confused, then regained her composure and pulled him in closer.

He smirked and there was something clawing up his chest.

"Funny, there's something I've been meaning to tell you too!"

She made a move for the first time during the dance and twirls him out. He smacked against someone, but was too furious to care who it is. He frowned and grinded his teeth as he saw the smirk on her face. The thing within him made him pull her back in, roughly and he continued to dance, hiding his fury as best as he could.

"Yeah, I've just been waiting...waiting for the right moment."

"So have I," she said, so surely that he couldn't believe it.

'How could she be so smug?' he growled in his head, the thing growled with him but for a different reason.

Even Mr. Simmons' voice couldn't tame the thing, "People...attention! We've counted all the votes and our first ever King of Fools is..."

Arnold twirled her out and let her have her moment in the spotlight.

"YOU, Arnold!" she said as she snatched the glasses off of her face and smirked at him with her arms outstretched.

The thing clawed at his throat and he grabbed Helga's outstretched arm, fury burning in his fingertips as he touched her.

He dipped her dangerously low, "Actually, it's you Helga," his voice gruff.

And as the thing finally won him over he did the most un-Arnold-like thing that he had ever done.

He tightened his grip on Helga's back and leaned forward, placing his lips hard against hers. The last thing he noticed before giving into the thing in his belly was the wide sapphire gaze of Helga.

All he could think about was Helga: the anger that he felt towards her was boiling over, the fact that she was struggling against his grip, and the fact that the thing inside him purred happily. And then, as the beast finally calmed down, he separated from her with a pop of the lips.

Green eyes met blue eyes as she blinked madly at him, she struggled to find words to speak while he just chuckled nervously and spoke:

"April Fools?"

Mr. Simmons finally snapped out of his daze and spoke, "Actually, Eugene is the King of Fools?"

As Eugene got his prize, Arnold finally let Helga go and she stumbled back.

Phoebe came to her aid as Gerald came to his. The small Japanese girl helped her out of the dance without one glance back.

"Arnold...you okay?"

The boy used one hand to touch his tingling lips and the other to pat the beast in his belly as it purred wonderously.

"No...no Gerald...I think...I think I'm sick...I'm gonna home...okay?"

"Alright, whatever. And Arnold?"

The blond boy turned around to face his friend, "Yeah?"

"You are a bold kid Arnold, A bold kid."

I don't like it...not as much as my first one. I got inspiration for the beast in Arnold's belly from Harry Potter and Dark Arnold (a SuprSingr creation)...yup... momma loves her the dark, sexy Arnold...yum!