A/N: Hey! I decided to upload a little earlier, I wanted you to get a better picture of where this is going to go.

Again, I don't own Hey Arnold or the Artwork.

The day was finally over. Thank goodness. Helga could finally go home and wash this entire day from her mind. Though curiosity was getting to her, who the heck was this David? And he definitely knew Olga well.

"Baby sister, let's go." Olga was already at the bottom of the stoop. Helga dusted off her jeans before catching up with her sister. "Today was such a wonderful day."

"I'm sure it was." Her foot kicked a pebble on the sidewalk, curiosity started to reach its peak. "So...Olga."

"Yes," Concern was written all over Olga's face.

"Oh. Don't look at me like that, There is nothing wrong with me. The problem is you."

"Me?"

"Yeah! Who is this David guy?"

Olga laughed, "Oh baby sister. Are you worried about me?" Helga crossed her arms and Olga continued. "Well, there is no need. Like I said David was a good friend."

Helga rolled her eyes for what it felt like the trillionth time. "Both of you seemed awfully chummy for 'good friends.'"

"I guess you caught me, baby sister." Olga sighed. "But you can never ever tell Mommy or Daddy." Helga nodded eagerly, "David and I used to date. And we were pretty serious. A couple of star crossed lovers. I was in love, baby sister and so was he."

"And...?"

"Well...um. I wanted to take care of the children in Alaska and he wanted to travel to the different parts of the world." Olga sighed, "We just let life get in the way. Ohh, baby sister! I am so glad we could bond! Now, now tell me about who you like?"

Helga laughed sarcastically, "No way." She began to quicken her pace.

"Wait, wait!" Olga lifted her hand and quickened her pace as well. "So you do have someone you like."

"No, no! I DON'T!" Helga threw her hands up in frustration.

"Oh baby sister, are you in denial?"

"NO, Olga!"

The sisters' bickering voices grew faint as they neared their house.

The very next day, the Pataki family was in for a big surprise and it all started with a knock on the door.

"Who the heck would that be at this hour in the morning?" Some of the scrambled eggs falling out of Bob's mouth.

Olga sauntered off in her apron to get the the door. "Hi, how can I help y-David?" He nodded with a kind smile, roses mixed with daises were in his hand. Olga nervously glanced her parents before letting him in.

"Olga? Who's he?" Miriam cocked her head to the side, still groggy from waking up.

Bob barged in, "Hey, look kid. We ain't buying what you are selling. So scram."

"Daddy! Don't be so mean. He is just a very good friend of mine." Olga smiled at her parents pleasantly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. and Mr. Pataki." David stuck his hand to shake.

A smile broke out on Bob's face, "Oh, I see. Any friend of Olga's is a friend of ours." Helga's eyes rolled before she placed a palm to her head in defeat and left the room. "Come in, come in. We are just having breakfast."

"Oh, I am sorry to intrude. Thank you Mr. Pataki."

"Call me Bob." Bob led them all back to the dining room to finish their meal. "So what are you doing here?"

"Well, it actually started out as a business trip. I am here as journalist for an international magazine which will touch on the topic of bullying among peers but I have reunited with your daughter here and thought I would stay for a bit longer." David reached over to squeeze Olga's hand causing her to blush.

"Sounds fancy." Bob commented as he stabbed a forkful of steak and shoveled it into his mouth.

"Oh, it is." David gauged Olga's reaction and beamed when she smiled proudly at him.

Dinner went out without a hitch, the Pataki family got to know what a wonderful person David really was. Even Miriam seemed to perk up and a little more livelier. Though, Helga was skeptic but said nothing. David stood up to clear the plates and let Olga serve her famous chocolate mousse desert.

"Oh Olga..." David stood up as Olga sat down. Helga noted that he seemed a little nervous. "I have something to ask you."

"What is it David?" Her eyes were shining now, in question and curiosity.

"Um...well..." Everybody's attention was on him now. David nervously tugged on his ear. "I have known you for awhile and I know I haven't seen you in forever but seeing you here, so beautiful and still much you. Everything just clicked... it felt so right..." David was internally beating himself up. Goodness, am I rambling? Get it together, Peterson.

Olga giggled, her hand covering her mouth. "Oh David, what is it dear?"

"Will you marry me?" The question popped out of his mouth as he knelt down with a gorgeous diamond ring in the palm of his hand. Knowing Olga, tears were already gushing down her face like Niagara falls. Mascara accompanied the overflowing tears. It was a beautiful mess, that was what all that David saw. What Helga saw is a whole different story, it almost disgusted her. Keep it together, Olga. Sheesh.

"Yes...YES! YES!" Olga jumped on her soon-to-be husband, her squeals making David smile and laugh. Helga quickly to the opportunity to sneak out of the room, with the chocolate dessert of course. As Helga made her way up the stairs, she could still hear Olga squealing. She was already talking about plans and dates.

Ugh, this is going to be a long visit. Helga sighed before jumping on her bed and enjoying her dessert.

Morning couldn't come soon enough. David and Olga were giggling in the kitchen and by the delicious smells, they were cooking breakfast. It was making Helga sick.

"Oh, Helga dear. You came just in time. Come help me chop these strawberries." Olga's voice rang out to her.

"Olga, you know I am allergic to strawberries."

"Oh! Baby sister! I didn't know. Well, just chop up these tomatoes."

With a sigh, Helga slumped onto one of the bar stools and grabbed a knife.

"Baby sister, I am just so excited. We already planned the wedding for next week, Sunday." Helga gaped at her, "Oh I know, it's early but I think we can do it!" Helga nodded and her sister clapped with glee. "...Baby sister... I have an enormous favour to ask of you."

"What is it, Olga?"

"...Well... You see, since I have been away for a long time and I don't have much friends in Hillwood. Would you be my maid of honor?"

Helga nearly choked on her own saliva. "Um...come again?"

Olga jumped cheerfully, "I want you to be my maid of honor, silly goose."

The young teen flew out of her seat, facing Olga head on, "There is no way that I am wearing some froo froo dress."

Olga's face fell, "Oh, please baby sister. Please!" The tears threatened to fall. Helga couldn't stand that look on Olga's face, she was getting irritated.

Throwing her hands up in the air, "Fine! Fine. I will be your lovely maid of honor. Sheesh." Helga was about to storm out of the kitchen when her sister's arms flew around her neck.

"Thank you, baby sister! Oh, we need to pick the flowers, the dresses, caterers... I am also going to need David's help. His opinions matter so much to me," she placed a hand to her heart. "So we will need to make sure David, the maid of honor and the-" Suddenly, Olga grabbed Helga's shoulders. "We need a best man! ...Hmm, David doesn't have many friends because he travels so much. Bless his heart. Where am I going to find one...?" Olga tapped her chin but then her face lit up, "Helga! Do you remember that little boy in your class, with the little blue hat. He was so polite. I think it was... Arnold!"

This time, Helga nearly tripped while trying to sit back down. "W-what?" Her breathing became sharp.

"Yes, yes. Arnold will make the perfect best man!" Olga clapped her hands together twice before leaving the room and a train wrecked Helga.

I am so done for. Might as well give up all hope. Helga sunk back into her chair and finished her cereal.

A/N: Well, there you have it. ;) Just stick with me, it gets better.