A/N: ...Hey. Long time no see. Ha ha. I must apologize for the late update, I have been having a stressful month. No matter now, such is life. ;) As a Christmas and New Year gift, I give you two chapters.

The next week consisted of caterers and wedding planners; banquet halls and flowers; dresses and little disasters. It was speeding by like a blur. Olga dragged Helga everywhere, who was little to no help but Olga didn't seem to notice.

"Mommy, daddy and baby sister, what do you think of this one." Olga spun around in a gorgeous white mermaid style dress with a big puffy skirt below the knees.

"It looks great, honey." Miriam smiled for what was the millionth time. It had been three hours of trying on dresses.

Olga looked skeptical. "What do you think, Helga?"

"Ugh! They all look great, just pick one." Her blue eyes rolled.

Her older sister beamed, "You really think so, Helga?"

"Yes." Crossing her arms, she leaned back into the Victorian styled couch. Helga watched as Olga twirled in front of the mirror. She still wasn't sure. "Fine, I'll go and pick one out." She could hear her sister squeal happily as she left the sitting area. Hmm...why do all these dresses have so much froofy doodads. Finding a rack in the far back corner, the dresses were much more simpler. Helga picked out an off shouldered dress with a loose white belt, the dress glittered in the light. It even had little diamonds that studded the hem of the dress that wrapped around all the way to the top.

"It's perfect!" Olga cried out happily when she tried on the dress. "Thank you, baby sister." Miriam and Bob cooed over her beautiful dress. Finally, Olga had gotten her dress, shoes and veil. "Now it's your turn. We need to pick out the most loveliest dress ever for you Helga."

"Right." Helga started toward the bridesmaids section of the shoppe.

"Wait, wait. Baby sister, you chose my dress. Please let me choose yours." Olga's lips jutted out and her eyes became wide.

"Fine." Helga crossed her arms, knowing the dress Olga would pick out for her would be horrifying. Minutes later, Olga came bubbling back with a dress in hand. She pushed an unsuspecting Helga into one of the change rooms along with the dress.

"Go on, try it on." Olga cooed out from behind the thin door. Helga mumbled insanities under her breath as she pulled on the dress. Her reflection in the mirror in front of her, stared back in awe. The dress was simple and elegant, it was like a much better version of her normal pink dress. It had a dark pink chiffon coat with a lighter pink underskirt. The dress was only slightly poofy and it slightly shimmered in the light. No bows or laces except for the lotus flowers that adorned the rim of the dress. The best thing was that it looking amazing on Helga. She twirled around, the skirt slightly lifting in the air. "Helga! Come out for us to see." Olga's voice broke into Helga's world.

"Coming, coming." She stepped out of the change room, caution in her step.

Olga cheered, "You look positively fetching, baby sister." Miriam nodded. "I already paid for it! So let's go." Helga sighed and made her way back to the change room. When she came out, she found Olga at the exit of the store with a clipboard. "...Okay...So caterer, check. Church and banquet hall, check. Decorations, check. Dresses, check. Flowers, check...I think that's it."

"Umm...Olga, what about the guests?"

"Oh my!" Olga ruffled her sister's hair. "I am so lucky to have a sister like you. I will have to pick up some lovely invites. I think I will invite the family, some of my college friends and professors...oooh, Helga! Don't forget to invite your little friend, Arnold."

Helga pressed her palm to her forehead. "Yes, Olga."

Olga turned to the rest of her family, "I want to thank you all for coming and supporting David and I. Your help is appreciated greatly but I think David and I can take things from here. You all have been so kind." She wiped a tear that escaped, Helga nearly expected her to do a little curtsy.

They arrived home, exhausted. Olga already had dinner in the oven. When Helga tried to sneak a taste, Olga reprimanded her with a wooden spoon. "Helga dear, have you called Arnold yet? We need our best man." She pointed toward the phone.

"Okay, okay." Her fingers hovered over the keypad. Then she took a deep breath, close her eyes and let her fingers do the dirty work.

"Hello." His melodic voice hummed into her ear.

Helga fiddled with the spiral cord, "Hey, Arnoldo." Her voice was stronger than what she was feeling.

Helga could hear his coughing fit that he was suddenly having, "H-Helga?" Arnold finally managed to choke out.

"Yes, it's me, Football Head." Helga added her little signature 'doi' and furrowed her brow.

Arnold cleared his throat, "What do you need?"

A low growl came from Helga's end, "It turns out a I need a huge favour and you are just the guy to do it."

"I am?" Conflicting emotions of nervousness and curiousness filled Arnold.

"Yeah..." Helga sighed, rubbing her temples. "Olga's getting married and she needs a best man."

"Wow, really? Congratulations!" Arnold smiled, his voice lifting up. "Wait, what does have to do with me?"

Arnold noticed the long pause, he was about to ask again, when a timid voice came over the receiver, "She wants you to be the best man."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you with the football shaped head."

"Why?"

Helga chuckled before raising her pitch to match that of Olga's voice. "Because you are so polite and mature. That you are the sweetest boy in the class. That you have this grace about you. And will look adorable in a tux." As Helga went on, her high pitched voice changed into a monologuing one.

"U-um, Helga?" It was too bad Helga couldn't see how deep red Arnold's blush was.

"Sorry, I tend- I mean Olga got carried away." Helga laughed it off, her fingers playing with the cord again.

"Right." Arnold calmed down, "I would be happy to be the best man."

"Really? You aren't yanking my chain, Arnoldo? Cause if you are, Old Betsy and the Five Avengers are not going to make a pretty scene."

"Erm...y-yes." He nodded over the phone as he tugged at his collar, even though she couldn't see.

"Great! See you at 2 o'clock tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!"

"Yeah, for the rehearsal. I'm sure you got a tux hidden somewhere in that closet of yours." She glanced up at the ceiling, disappearing into her own world. "I would choose the normal black one behind that darker grey one. Oh, and that thin, satin black tie hanging on your closet door."

"Oh, thanks Helga!" Then something snapped in his head, "W-wait, what? How do you know so much-" Arnold was cut off by a click and dial tone. Shaking his head, he walked toward his closet and pulled out what she asked for tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Helga slid down the wall, relief sweeping through her frazzled mind. Her heart was still pounding against her chest. She felt faint.

"Helga! What are you doing?" Olga shouted from the kitchen, "Come help me chop these potatoes."

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