Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "Leave the lights on"
In the last chapter: At the last day of school for the year, the class was giving each other Secret Santa presents. Sid gave Arnold a red tie and a condom, which caused Helga to laugh in secret and plan some fun activities for Christmas eve if possible.
Phil and Gertie celebrated Christmas eve with the Shortman Patakis and Phil admitted to Arnold that he knew the he and Helga were secret lovers and even offered him a place to escape to in the form of his old room at Sunset Arms.
Once Miriam and Miles were out of the house in order to drive Phil and Gertie home, Helga brought Arnold upstairs and made good use of his new tie. Not even their own parents coming home and started to have sex ruined their mood.
Author's 1st note: To all guest reviewers! Keep in mind I can't answer your questions privately! Just saying… xD Anyways, a guest reviewer asked the last chapter why I had Gertie refer to Helga by her name instead of Eleanor like she does in the series. I did consider having her do that, but then I realized something: Gertie calls Helga Eleanor because the first time she assumingly meets her (in what we see in the show at least) Helga is sleepwalking and that results in the two of them having tea together and Gertie presumably imagining conversing with Eleanor Roosevelt. I just figured that since they met under more normal circumstances in my story, the Eleanor nickname wouldn't make much sense. Anyways, just wanted to explain it even if it is a rather lame explanation, I'll admit :)
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 17: "Hime-Hajime"
"I can't believe she actually invited us again." Helga said as she stared out the car window.
"I think it's mostly because it's her new year's eve party. That's always a big deal and she wants as many people there as possible. Even ones she doesn't like."
"Now, what could she possible dislike about me?" Helga asked sarcastically, earning a laugh from the boy in the seat next to hers.
"If it helps, I don't think she's my biggest fan anymore either."
"Was she ever?"
Arnold shrugged. "I was on her cool list in fourth grade."
"Cool list? Rhonda wouldn't know what's cool if it bit her bony ass."
"You're saying I wasn't cool?"
"I'm saying you wore what looked like a skirt in the pictures I've seen of you."
"It was my shirt!"
"How about buying shirts that fits you, dumbass?"
Arnold opened his mouth to give a retort, but realized he didn't have one so he closed his mouth again. Instead he resorted to mutter childishly to himself to the clear amusement of Helga who was snickering quietly to herself. She moved the hand she had been using as a rest place for her chin to look at the bracelet decorating her wrist. She hadn't taken it off since Christmas eve and she caught herself admiring it from time to time. Arnold had unsurprisingly not noticed at all.
Once the blondes had arrived in front of Rhonda's house, they paid the cabdriver and walked towards her house only to be met with a butler offering them a glass of champagne each. After giving their coats to a different butler, they took their glasses and headed into the living room.
"Oh, for once you two aren't late." A female voice behind them stated coolly.
Helga smirked at the ravenette. "And as always you greet us with a snide comment. You're such a good host."
Rhonda scowled. "Can I trust you not to hurt anyone this time?"
"I don't know. Can I trust you not to piss me off so that I won't want to hurt you?"
"Ok, you two." Arnold interfered and grabbed Helga's arm before she could approach Rhonda. "We're here to celebrate the new year together so let's bury the hatchet, ok?"
The girls merely huffed and walked in different directions, leaving Arnold alone in the middle of the dance floor. He shook his head in surrender before he saw a certain redhead approach him.
"Good evening, Arnold." Lila said kindly as she fidgeted with her glass.
Arnold tried to smile politely, but this was the first time he had talked to her since Rhonda's first party this year so he felt awkward. "H-Hi, Lila."
"Can I talk to you?"
Arnold's eyes widened. "I'd rather not."
"Why ever not?"
"Because I haven't forgotten what you did the last time I was alone with you."
"You make it sound so sleazy…"
"It was sleazy, Lila. You forced that kiss on me when I clearly didn't want it."
"Oh, Arnold. Aren't you overreacting just a little bit?"
"I'm out." Arnold declared, but Lila stopped in front of him and gave him a pleading look. "If you want to talk, we'll talk here."
Lila sighed deeply. "I really do think that you are being ever so dramatic, Arnold, but very well." She said and cleared her throat. "I just wanted to apologize. I haven't been very kind to you or Stinky and I couldn't choose between the two of you and then I ended up hurting you. I am ever so sorry about that."
Arnold blinked in surprise. "I… I appreciate the apology, Lila… but I don't really care anymore. I mean, it feels like such a long time ago by now."
Lila was clearly shocked by Arnold's indifference to her apologize. "Oh, uh… so you forgive me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so…"
"You guess so?"
"Well, I just haven't thought about it."
"You haven't thought about it?" Lila asked in shock. "I thought I hurt you!"
"You did, but not enough to make me think about it for months!" Arnold hissed. "And why do I get the feeling that angry with me for not being miserable because of you?"
"I-I'm not angry! I'm just… a little surprised, that's all. I thought you liked me."
"I did."
"Then why - - "
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you hurt me enough times to make me finally realize I wasn't going anywhere with you. Or maybe it's because I've met someone I like even more." Arnold explained, feeling resentment boil inside of him. "I guess it's thanks to her that you haven't crossed my mind at all."
Before Lila could say anymore, Arnold walked past her. He was muttering under his breath when he saw Helga sitting on the stairs. He sat next to her and she looked curiously at him due to the anger on his face.
"What's up, grumpy?" Helga asked. "Don't tell me you're pissed off because Rhonda and I still don't get along?"
"No. I've realized a million years ago that it'll be a cold day in hell when you two get along."
"Then why the sourpuss face?"
"… I'm pissed off at Lila."
"Criminy, what did she do?"
"Apparently, she's displeased that I'm not sad because she and I didn't work out."
Helga blinked slowly as a skewed expression overtook her face. "Miserable bitch." She stated before offering Arnold the bottle in her hand. Without looking at it first, he chugged it down. He gasped at the taste, not because it was bad, but because he liked it.
Arnold eyed the name of the bottle. "Bacardi Breezer?" he asked and looked at Helga curiously.
"Watermelon." She added before grabbing the bottle. "It's new year's eve, Arnold. We need to last for many hours." She explained before drinking from the bottle again.
A sarcastic squeal echoed behind the blondes, which caused them to flinch and turn to look at the owner of the voice. "That's totally an indirect kiss." Phoebe whispered as if it was some big secret.
Helga's eyebrow arched. "How erotic." She stated mockingly and offered Arnold the bottle again. Phoebe giggled childishly and put her arms over Helga's shoulders. "Have you been drinking?" the blonde asked.
"Uh-huh."
"Why?"
"Because I wanna."
"You've never… wanna before though."
"I just wanted to try these Bacardi Breezer thingies and they are surprisingly good." Phoebe explained and almost caused Helga to fall forwards when she put all her bodyweight into the backwards hug. "Gerald's been taking care of me."
"I bet." Helga said sardonically, but with humor in her voice.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Gerald's voice asked behind them. The blondes and the Asian girl turned to look up the stairs and saw Gerald jogging down towards them. "I don't have any sleazy motives, Helga."
"Hey, I don't mind my best friend having sex, I just want her to be able to remember it the next morning." Helga retorted suspiciously.
"I'll drive her home tonight and go back to my place like the good gentleman Arnold has taught me to be." Gerald insisted, but Helga still looked suspicious. Gerald groaned. "Arnold, help me here."
Arnold hummed thoughtfully and then held his hand out of Gerald to take. The darker boy did so and they tightened their fingers around each other while their thumbs wiggled in the air. Arnold smiled at Helga. "He won't touch Phoebe."
Helga looked between the boys in disbelief. "What is this?" she asked as she put her hands together, clumsily copying what Arnold and Gerald had just done. "A not-so-secret handshake?"
"Yeah." The boys replied.
"Sure, because that's how criminals swear to tell the truth in court." Helga huffed, but snickered at the way Gerald groaned at her reaction. "Oh, fine, fine. I'll trust you with her."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Can I trust you with Arnold?" Gerald asked with a cocky grin that told Helga he was trying to get back at her.
"Unlike Phoebe, Arnold can't lose his virginity." Helga retorted with an overly sweet smile that brought a frown on Gerald's face. "Time to pay me back, Tall Hair Boy. Babysit Phoebe for me."
"Oh, wait!" Phoebe said and tightened her hold on Helga. "Wait, wait, wait. I have to tell Helga something." She said giddily and tried to whisper in Helga's ear. "In Japan… we have a word for the first time you have sex after the New Year."
Helga's eyes widened. "You're kidding? What is it?"
"Hime-Hajime. I just thought it was fun so I wanted to share it with you."
"Thanks for sharing. I'll make sure to pass the knowledge on." Helga said with a smirk before coaxing Phoebe up on her feet.
Gerald quickly wrapped his arm around the drunken girl's waist to keep her steady and shot Helga an amused look. "I'll take good care of Phoebe, Helga, don't you worry. Just like you are taking good care of my best friend." He said with a wink and steered Phoebe away from the blondes.
Helga watched Gerald and Phoebe walk away, but then turned to quirk an eyebrow in Arnold's direction. "You told him, didn't you?"
"How could I not? We always talk about our Christmas and since that part was my favorite, I had to tell him." Arnold insisted slyly, but with a boyishly proud grin on his face.
"I didn't realize you were so kinky, Arnold." Helga teased in a whisper.
He leaned closer to her. "Neither did I." he whispered playfully and chuckled with her.
After a few hours most of the young adults were either tipsy or practically hammered. Our two blondes were among the tipsy people so when Rhonda declared it was time for Truth or dare, they weren't as thrilled as some of their peers were.
"Aren't we too old for this?" Helga asked even as she joined the others in the circle on the floor.
"No way! You are never too old for Truth or dare." Nadine insisted excitedly before plumbing down on the carpet.
"I'm just gonna keep choosing truth like always." Arnold declared.
"Me too." Helga agreed.
"Man, why are you two so boring?" Sid asked with a pout.
"Yeah, I thought you were cool, Helga." Harold whined.
"I am cool and you know why I'm cool?" Helga asked. "Because your opinion means less than squat to me."
While the others laughed, Harold called Helga Madame Fortress Mommy under his breath – something he had made a habit of, but no one knew when had started.
"Who'll start?" Rhonda interfered.
"You might as well, princess. It's your party and your idea." Helga said.
"Fine. I pick truth. Who is going to ask me?" Rhonda asked, but then a look of panic painted her face. "Anyone except Helga and Curly!"
The blonde and the black-haired boy moaned in disappointment, but then laughed with the others.
"Ok. I'll ask." Harold said. "Who was your first kiss?"
Rhonda frowned deeply. "You all know who my first kiss was."
"Yeah, but Helga doesn't." Harold pointed out and wiggled his one eyebrow. "Or Phoebe for that matter."
"Why should I care?" Helga asked in confusion.
"Because…" Harold drawled and gestured towards Rhonda.
The self-pronounced fashionista moved around awkwardly before she sighed in surrender. "Curly…"
Helga's eyes widened and she turned to look at the mentioned boy who was grinning proudly. She smirked and lifted her palm. "Up top, little stud!" she said before he gave her a high-five. "How did you do that, you dog?"
"He stole it!" Rhonda wailed. "He kissed me out of nowhere and I was so shocked I froze."
"So you got to kiss her for hours?" Helga asked jokingly, clearly taking immense pleasure in the look of utter dismay on Rhonda's face.
"For seven glorious seconds!" Curly cooed dreamily.
"Enough!" Rhonda screamed. "I'm asking you now, Helga."
"Fine. Truth. Give me your worst, princess."
"Do you still carry your V-card?" Rhonda asked in a tone that indicated she was sure that Helga was a virgin.
"I don't actually."
Rhonda's jaw dropped to the floor. "What?"
"Sorry to disappoint." Helga said and was about to ask someone else, but Rhonda clearly wasn't done.
"Wait. When did it happen?"
"Isn't that technically two questions?"
"Yes, it is." Phoebe interfered. "You have to wait until someone asks Helga again."
Rhonda growled, but waited as the game continued. To her luck, Helga had asked Harold a question and he asked her again right after. "Truth or dare?"
Helga sighed. "Truth."
"When did you lose your V-card?"
Helga had considered her answer ever since Rhonda had attempted to ask the question herself. She was still uncertain how she should answer. On one hand it seemed simpler to just tell the truth. One the other hand if she told a lie the others wouldn't connect her first time to Arnold's first time. So she mixed her choices together.
"Somewhere in the beginning of December last year." Helga answered. She had said somewhere, but in reality she knew the exact date and even the time. At least when they began.
"Last year? With who?" Rhonda asked suspiciously.
"With my boyfriend, of course."
"You have a boyfriend?" Arnold asked as if he was surprised.
"Ex now, you moron." Helga said and smirked knowingly.
"Was that your first boyfriend then?" Sheena asked curiously.
"Why do I get the feeling Truth or dare just turned into 20 questions for Helga?"
"Because it has." Nadine said. "Now, come on!"
"Fine. Yes. My first and only boyfriend." Helga said impatiently.
"Was it good?" Curly asked with his manic grin.
Helga felt an uncharacteristic blush spread on her cheeks; it didn't help that the boy they were talking about was in fact in the same room. "It was… surprising in many ways." She answered honestly.
"How so?" Sheena asked curiously.
"Well, uh… F-First of all, I didn't really expect myself to fall for this boy. Any boy for that matter."
"Why not?" Nadine asked, genuinely curious this time.
"Uh, no particular reason." Helga replied and cursed alcohol in her mind. She was usually a good liar, but the alcohol in her system was clearly messing with her creativity. "I guess he bugged me when I first met him."
Arnold frowned as he looked at her. "And do you know what he thought of you?"
"Oh, I have a feeling I bugged the living hell out of him too." Helga replied with humor.
Arnold's frown turned into a smile. It was the truth after all; he had gone through a phase when he didn't care much for Helga. It felt like such a long time ago. It was incredible how much had happened in a half year.
"When did that change?" Stinky asked.
"Um, oh, I don't know. Maybe mid-Autumn." Helga said and shrugged. "Can we change the subject already?"
"No. Wait. What was his name?"
Oh, crap. Helga thought when she felt her mouth form an A. "A… A-Aaron."
"Aaron?" Arnold asked in disbelief. And she thought Hilda was bad?
Helga gave a tense smile. Aaron was in fact a boy she had known about a year ago. They hadn't gotten along in the slightest due to their similar personalities; their situation was what you'd call a tornado meeting a hurricane. Eventually, Aaron started getting feelings for Helga though and that made his need for fighting with her going significantly down and that resulted in her disliking him less and less until she didn't dislike him at all.
Without ever saying it aloud, they both knew his feelings for her were futile and he ignored them in order to be her friend. That friendship ended though when he moved back to New York. He still wrote to her on Facebook from time to time, but their relationship was in fact just that; casual messaging.
"What happened with you two?" Nadine asked.
"He moved back to New York and that was that." Helga explained. "Now, I really don't have any more juicy gossip for you guys so let's move on. Lila, your turn."
"Oh. Um. Truth then, please." The red-head responded.
"What's going on with you and Stinky? Are you getting somewhere or are you stringing him along just like you did with Arnold?" Helga asked. She felt like she had to get back at Lila for her comment to Arnold earlier. Besides, even though Helga didn't particularly care about Stinky, she didn't want to see him in the same state she saw Arnold in.
Lila showed a slightly sour face for a mere second, but then she smiled in Stinky's direction. "I am not stringing Stinky along any more than I did with Arnold. I am just unsure about my feelings. I never mean to hurt anyone." She said and Stinky gave a crooked smile.
What a load of bullshit. Helga thought, but didn't see the gain in making an argument out of it. Arnold had also seemed displeased with her question anyways.
The game continued for a short while until most people lost interest and they moved on to other games, other things or dancing. When it turned midnight, Arnold and Helga sneaked off for a moment to share a New Year's kiss outside of any curious stares. The party continued for several hours until the blondes decided, after they had danced and fallen over each other on the dancefloor, that it was time to go home.
Helga was laughing with all her might as she listened to Arnold telling a story from when he was a child as they waited for the taxi. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You're saying you are actually in the book of World Records for most attempts at breaking a World Record? That's so cool and so lame at the same time!"
"Hey, it's better than nothing." Arnold said as he laughed and Helga's head ended on his shoulder due to the laughter. He patted her adoringly, trying to contain his sudden urge to kiss her; they were still outside Rhonda's mansion after all.
The cab appeared just then though and Arnold and Helga slipped inside clumsily, Helga ending up with her legs over his. After telling the cabdriver their address, she turned to smirk in what was a seductively cute way. "I'm jealous." She declared sweetly.
Arnold's eyebrows arched, but he was still grinning goofily. "Of who?"
"Everyone. Everyone who knew you as a child." Helga explained, her fingers reaching for a lock of his hair, but missing it. "I'd just wish I could have seen you all small… well, smaller."
"Why you!" Arnold scolded playfully and tickled her for a moment until his hand touched her breast by mistake. She moaned in surprise and he kissed her desperately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed through her nose.
Their kiss was interrupted by the cabdriver coughing though. "Don't start the new year with doing something you might regret." He warned.
Helga scowled and grabbed the driver's seat so she could pull herself close to him and he could see her clearly in his rearview mirror. "First of all, you're not our daddy, you're our cabbie. Secondly, we've done this before so it's too late to regret it." She said before Arnold pulled her back by her stomach and started to kiss her neck. The cabdriver shook his head, mumbled something about the insanity of today's youth and kept driving until he reached the blondes' house.
After paying the taxi driver, the blondes jogged towards their house. As soon as they were inside, they yelled for their parents, but received no response. They were clearly still out, painting the town red in their own way. Frankly, their children had no idea where they were and had damn little desire to find out.
Helga smirked before she grabbed Arnold clumsily by his cheeks and kissed him. She then frowned in disgust. "You reek of alcohol!"
"So do you!" Arnold complained with a grin.
"We need to brush our teeth." Helga declared before dragging him up the stairs, almost tripping on several occasions before they reached the bathroom. She opened the cabinet, ignored the objects that fell down in the sink and grabbed Arnold's toothbrush. "Open wide."
"You're gonna brush mine?" Arnold asked, but started gurgling when Helga shoved the toothbrush forcefully into his mouth. "Wait!" he bellowed, grabbed the toothbrush by its head and pushed it back. "You need toothpaste!"
"Oh, right!" Helga said and looked for the toothpaste while Arnold grabbed her toothbrush from the cabinet. She wobbled as she squeezed the toothpaste out on the toothbrush and she did the same on her own toothbrush which Arnold held out to her. Once a decent amount of toothpaste was on both toothbrushes, she threw the tube in the tub and held the toothbrush towards Arnold's mouth.
"Say ah." Helga giggled and opened her own mouth as well.
It had started as a hilariously serious brushing of teeth, but the blondes soon realized the hilarity of the situation and started laughing.
"I can't brush your teeth if you keep laughing!"
"Well, me too neither!"
"That makes no sense!"
The blondes' laughter resulted in them giving up on their mission and rinsing their mouths instead. Once they were dried off they went down in the living room.
"Music, maestro!" Helga declared.
"Yes, ma'am." Arnold saluted and went to the stereo system. "What would the lady like to hear?"
"Whatever!"
"Whatever it is." Arnold said and chose a random channel. Some party-themed music echoed in the room in the spirit of New Year's eve and Helga started swaying her hips to the beat.
Arnold watched her for a bit, basking in the beauty before him. The room wasn't spinning as much as it had before and so he could see her almost clearly. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that hugged her body perfectly. The dress was cut just above her breasts, but a few centimeters further up see-through black material decorated her clavicular and shoulders in a way that made her look so unbelievably sensual. She looked like something out of a movie from the silver screen and she was shining like a 5th Avenue diamond.
The music changed into a song that was most familiar to Arnold. "Michael Bublé…" he sighed with a smile, but his face froze when he saw how Helga had started dancing. She had put her hand on her stomach and her other hand up next to her head and was swaying elegantly. He watched her curiously. "I didn't know you could dance. I mean… dance-dance."
"Me neither." Helga teased, but chuckled as she let her arms fall down along her sides, her hips never stopping their movement. "I… got curious after Miles told me Gertie had taught you to dance. I might have asked her to teach me too."
"You went to Sunset Arms without me?"
Helga bit on her lower lip. "I couldn't surprise you if I didn't, right?" she asked as her wrist curled in the air. "Am I doing that right?"
"I… don't know." Arnold admitted, his head suddenly clouded with lust rather than alcohol. He had never expected to see his tomboyish lover dance so sensually and femininely in front of him and it made him nervous and excited at the same time.
"Sway me smooth. Sway me now." Helga sang lowly and moved her hand towards Arnold and showed him a sly come-hither stare. He grabbed her hand and she quickly pulled him closer, putting her hand on his neck and caressing it as their hips moved as one. He could feel his breath starting to go heavy at the predatory look in her eyes. She grabbed her hands and turned around in his embrace until she had her back against his chest. With her feet connected dutifully, she swayed down to the floor. She looked up at him with a knowing grin.
Arnold quickly swung Helga around before lifting her back up. "You may not be doing it by the book, but it's working."
"Whatever are you talking about?" Helga asked innocently, but with a mischievous smirk on her pretty face. Arnold smirked back before swinging her around, thereby forcing her to swing her leg over his hips in order not to trip and then she felt his enthusiasm against her. She groaned huskily. "Oh… I guess we're done dancing then?"
"For now, but I definitely want to see you dance again some other time." Arnold replied before diving for Helga's breasts, kissing the bare skin on the valley. She moaned as she bucked against him and that caused him to groan. He lifted her up on the backrest of the couch and covered her entire neck in open-mouthed kisses. His hands pulled at the hem of her panties and she managed to lift herself up from the couch so he could take them off while she opened his jeans.
Once Helga felt their skin touch, she leaned backwards slowly and sensually and the slight pain she felt in her lower back was forgotten when she saw the arousal in Arnold's eyes. Without much warning, he plunged deep inside her and she screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure when he started thrusting. His hands was on her hips, holding her securely close to him so she wouldn't slip away. She put her hands atop of his, moving against him as much as she could in the uncooperative position that caused blood to flow to her head and made her dizzy. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, the dancing or the new position, but she could already feel a familiar heat start to coil in her abdomen.
Helga's hands went to Arnold's wrists and she tightened her hold as a way to tell him she was close. He picked up his speed, but also rolled his hips in a way he knew drove her crazy and he watched as she came undone underneath him. A few seconds later, he reached his own climax and collapsed on top of her. They gasped for air before they finally slithered down the couch and landed on the pillows. Sloppily, Arnold removed himself from Helga's warmth and zipped his pants back up. She kissed his forehead adoringly and they basked in the afterglow before exhaustion overtook them and they fell asleep with the music pounding in the background.
"I wonder if the kids are still at Rhonda's mansion." Miles suggested as he turned the key. Miriam shrugged tiredly and followed him into the house. "Do you hear music?"
"How can I not? It's so loud!" Miriam answered and followed the sound into the living room. Miles walked past her to the stereo system and quickly turned it off and sighed in relief. "Uh, Miles?"
"Yeah?" he muttered and turned, looking at his fiancé pointing down at the couch. His eyes followed her finger and then they widened. "What the - - "
"Is that Arnold and Helga?" Miriam asked as she leaned over the back of the couch and looked at the two blonde teenagers sleeping soundly.
"I hope so." Miles replied and poked his son's shoulder, which only resulted in him stirring. "They must be drunk out of their minds to fall asleep like this here."
"Want to wake them up?"
"Absolutely. I don't want to miss their faces when they realize they've fallen asleep like this." Miles answered with an expectant grin. "Arnold!"
"Helga!"
"What?"
"Huh?"
The blonde teenagers woke up simultaneously to a throbbing headache and the sight of their parents grinning at them.
"You're heavy." Helga told Arnold and as soon as she did, they both realized why their parents were grinning. "G-Get off!"
Helga shoved Arnold off her, praying she had a look of disgust on her face. He landed on the floor with a loud thud and he groaned in pain. "How did – What is – Why was I sleeping on you?" Arnold asked in artificial confusion.
"I don't remember, Football Head, but remind me to never get drunk around you again."
"Right back at you!"
"Now calm down, you two." Miriam begged and hugged her daughter from above the couch.
"Yes, it's not like you broke any biblical laws, right?" Miles joked.
"Don't make it worse!" Arnold cried, genuinely embarrassed this time.
"This is too awkward. I'm going to bed." Helga declared and jumped off the couch. "And we are just going to pretend this never happened, got it?"
"Works for me." Arnold said with a scowl and followed Helga whom he noticed pretended to trip in order to grab her panties from the floor before their parents noticed. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, kids." Miles and Miriam chuckled. "Want to get a snack before we go to bed?"
Miriam nodded tiredly before she followed her fiancé into the kitchen. The teenagers on the other side of the wall were sighing in relief though.
"Thank God your dad is as dense as you are." Helga said with a smile.
"And it's lucky that Miriam is just as gullible." Arnold chuckled breathlessly. Helga quirked a warning eyebrow at his words though. "As gullible as Miles, not you."
"Good boy." Helga complimented humorously and walked towards her room.
Arnold smiled. "I'm pretty sure we had the best Hime-Hajime ever." He said in a singsong voice.
Helga's eyes widened and she turned to look at him. "Phoebe told you about that too?"
He nodded. "Just before we left." He explained.
"Son of a bitch." Helga said and then smirked. "But I definitely agree… even though we actually left out our Chu-Hajime."
"What is a chu?" Arnold asked curiously though by the way he was smirking, Helga knew he had an idea. She walked towards him and then grabbed him by his cheeks. She kissed him tenderly, sighing through her nose as she did, before letting go of him, smirking at the way his eyelids flickered in pleasure. "I assume a chu means kiss then?"
"Good for you. Whoever said you were slow?" Helga joked. Arnold shook his head in amusement, took her by her hand and kissed her once more. The first kiss of the new year and hopefully not the last.
Author's 2nd note: OwO How many of you know who Aaron is…? xD If you have been following my stories for a while, you know that Aaron as an original character of mine I used in my first FanFiction "Blackmail Toy". He got surprisingly popular, and some people even started shipping him with Helga (man, that was amazing for me to hear, ha-ha xD) so I thought I'd have him make a small semi-cameo in this just for laughs xD
By the way, the Michael Bublé song Arnold and Helga were supposedly dancing to was "Sway."