Tomorrow crept up on the Pataki family. Olga was busy scrambling around, trying to prepare everything and cook breakfast.

"Calm down, Olga." Bob said with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Everything is absolutely perfect. Just like our daughter."

Olga smiled graciously, "Oh, thank you daddy. I just need to check once more."

Helga stumbled down the stairs, still in her pajamas.

"Helga! Go get dressed, rehearsal is today." Olga pointed her back up to her room. Helga just yawned and followed orders. I guess this is really happening. Olga's getting married for real. No schemes, no plans, just simply getting married. I guess I should be a better maid of honor...And Arnold is the best man... Helga swooned, he is going to look so ravishing in his tux.

Helga sighed, this was so out of character but it was only once. And nobody will see her do it. "Olga...calm down. I will take care of breakfast. You go do what you need to do."

"Really, baby sister?"

"Yeah...but tell anybody about this and you won't make it to the end of the aisle."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Helga!"

"Yeah, yeah." Helga made her way towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

Olga patted Helga's shoulder cheerfully before leaving to call David, a huge smile on her face. Breakfast was soon served; eggs, bacon, toast and potatoes. Everybody including an additional soon-to-be member of the Pataki family. For once, there was a peaceful and content silence among the Patakis.

"What a lovely breakfast, baby sister." Olga smiled, a little too cheerfully. Helga simply nodded in response. "Oh, I think we are so ready for this. Everything is set. Banquet hall, flowers, dresses, food... I think we got it all."

"Rings?" Helga muttered through her eggs.

Olga's eyes lit up in surprise, "Oh no. I forgot them! They are still at the jewelers. I will give them a call." She pointed toward Helga, "Baby sister, please get them for me. Bring your little friend along too."

"But-" Helga's fork dropped, eggs and bacon splattering everywhere.

"We need him before the rehearsal." Her sister pushed her out the door and down the stairs. "We will meet you at the hall!" Olga called out to her retreating slouched back. The whole way, Helga grumbled about her sister. She was starting to regret being Olga's perfect bridesmaid.

"Hey Helga." A cheerful voice called out to her, Arnold walked his bike over to her. "I got the message that we are picking up the rings and then we are going to the hall."

Wow, that was fast. Helga looked up at the clear blue sky. "Yeah, we gotta run some errands for Ms. Perfection." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. A simple polite smile crossed Arnold's features as they made their way down toward the jeweler shop.

"Doesn't this bring back memories?" Arnold said after a while of dead silence. Helga looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Remember when Tish got married again."

Helga lit up, "Oh yeah, that was awesome. Can't believe I got roped into something like that..." She stopped, "And it happened again. Sorry that you got tangled into this too, Football Head."

Arnold shrugged, "No harm in helping someone."

"Well, aren't you the knight in shining armor." She rolled her eyes, that was so typical of him.

Arnold gave her a dry look, "Would make that you the same thing? I mean you are helping your sister."

"Yeah but I am family. So it's not like I have a choice."

Arnold rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, Helga."

"Yeah, whatever I say, bucko and don't you forget it."

Deciding to be smart, he changed the subject. "So I guess I will get to see you in a dress for the first time."

Helga gave him the most incredulous look before responding, "I am always in a dress, moron."

"N-no, I know that," Arnold shifted. "I mean that I get to see you in a real dress, not like the April's Fools Dance or any of the plays."

"Whatever," the blush on her cheeks was apparent. Peaceful silence settled on the two blondes as they continued down toward the Jeweler's.

The bell on the door rang charmingly, "Hello there, what can I do for you two today?"

Helga leaned up against the counter, unaffected by the glittering diamonds underneath the glass, "Yeah, we need rings."

"Ah, how sweet, young love but isn't it a little early for marriage." Their eyes widened but the man just chuckled, a gleam in his eye. "I kid, I kid."

"Alright, alright. Cut the crap." Helga commanded, her face showing a different emotion. Her eyes were soft and her cheeks were tinted red. She made sure to keep her gaze off of Arnold who was intently watching her reaction with his own tomato-red blush. "It's under Peterson."

With rings in hand, they left the boutique. Helga had kept her pace steady, she checked her watch, "Sheesh, that took too long. We are gonna be late." Helga broke into a run, turning her head to make sure Arnold was behind her.

They made it in time, out of breath and almost collapsing. The pair practically crawled to the entrance of the building, climbing the stairs they met an angry, foot-tapping Olga. "Finally, what took you so long, silly?" Helga responded with a shrug. "It's all okay! We are going to begin in a few minutes anyway."

"Just go and do your thing, Olga. Don't worry about me and Football Head, here."

"Oh, baby sister, don't be mean." She pulled Helga over to the side, "Is he the boy you like? He seems like such a sweetheart." Arnold suddenly began to cough harshly, of course Olga doesn't whisper like normal people.

"N-no. Just let it go, already." Helga glared at her sister, who just placed a hand on her cheek.

Someone called Olga from inside, "Oh, I gotta go. So many things to do."

"So there's someone that you like?" Arnold's voice peeped through Helga's frustrations.

She glared at him, "N-no, of course not."

"But your sister said..." He gave her a look of defiance, "Oh c'mon, at least let me guess." Arnold put a finger to his cheek in thought, "Is it Harold?" His eyes gauged her reaction, "Nope. Brainy?"

"Are you just picking names out of a hat, Football Head?" She scoffed at him.

"Curly, Gerald, Sid, Iggy, Eugene or maybe Torvald?" Arnold counted his fingers as he listed off the boys in their class. No reaction from the girl in the pink. "Oh! Stinky? I know you guys were dating a while back." Helga sighed and put a hand to her head.

I can't believe the boy I am crushing is asking who I am crushing on. Helga placed a hand to her hip, "Look Football Head, is it really such a big deal if I like someone."

"Well, of course not Helga but maybe I could help you out."

Crossing her arms, "I don't need any help, I am doing fine on my own. Why do you care so much?"

"I don't know." Arnold had defeat written all over his face while relief washed over Helga's. Suddenly Arnold's eyes widened, "Oh, it's someone outside of the classroom?"

Now Helga felt like hitting herself in the head, "Yeah, I guess you could technically say that." She reflected to the time where she had met him outside of the preschool classroom, a blush filling her face. Technically she wasn't lying.

"I see." Arnold glanced at her, catching one of the rarest expressions from Helga Pataki and it was then he decided to stop pushing on the subject.

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