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: Despite Helga's last tantrum at Rhonda's party, both blondes were still invited to the New Year's eve party on the condition that Helga would behave herself. After spitting venom at each other, Helga and Rhonda left Arnold alone in the room only to be approached by Lila who was very dissatisfied with the fact that Arnold seemed to have moved on so easily.
When it was time for Truth or dare, Rhonda was quick to take the chance and try to embarrass Helga. To her dismay, Helga was prepared with a story of how she lost her virginity – an untrue version of it, but nevertheless a story.
The New Year ended literally with a bang that the blondes were luckily quick enough to cover up before Miriam and Miles came home.
Author's 1st note: This is the last chapter! … Before drama ensues. So enjoy this, people, because this is the calm before the storm :O
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 18: "Adding adult memories"
Helga was fidgeting with the bracelet tickling her wrist. She was gazing at it absentmindedly during the break in school. She had been looking at it a lot lately and that both annoyed and fascinated her. She had never been obsessed with anything before, especially not an object. It worried her that she could sit and look at something for hours and never get tired of it.
"What are you ever so captivated by, Helga?" Lila's sweet voice asked. The blonde looked up at her and noticed that Rhonda was standing next to her.
"Is that a silver bracelet?" Rhonda asked. "I didn't take you for the jewelry kind of girl."
"I'm usually not."
"Can I see it?" the ravenette asked, but didn't wait for an answer.
"Hey!" Helga shouted when Rhonda pulled the bracelet off with ease.
"It's beautiful. What are you doing with something like this?" Rhonda asked with a derogatory grin, but it disappeared when Helga grabbed her wrist tightly. "What - - "
"I'm only saying this once, Rhonda. Give me my bracelet back." Helga hissed. Rhonda gulped at the way the blonde had said her name and handed her the bracelet obediently. She snatched it, turned her back to her and noticed that the others in the class were looking at her, including Arnold. She ignored them and attempted to close the bracelet herself, but the lock kept falling out of her hand. "Shit."
"Calm down." Arnold ordered in a whisper and approached Helga. He grabbed her wrist and started to tie the bracelet around her wrist.
"Tighter." Helga told him and shot Rhonda a hateful stare. "I don't want to risk someone trying to steal it again."
"I wasn't trying to steal it! I don't have to; if I want silver, I can just ask my parents." Rhonda said, clearly offended by Helga's words. "I'm still curious though; where the hell did you get it?"
Helga and Arnold's eyes met for a moment and Helga licked her lips. "Miriam bought it for me for Christmas." She lied and Arnold smiled for a mere second while looking at the bracelet. They hated they couldn't be honest with their classmates, but unlike their parents, they weren't as trusting. Rhonda and Lila had seen Helga look at it in a way Miles and Miriam hadn't and so they couldn't be honest with them.
"Your mom? Then why were you looking at it so adoringly?" Lila asked curiously.
"Because Miriam has never bothered to give me something this special." Helga said and wiggled her wrist once Arnold was done tying the bracelet. "So I just want to treasure it, I guess. She's been trying more lately and this bracelet is a symbol of that."
It hurt to hear Helga lie about the origin of the bracelet, but Arnold consoled himself with the fact that Helga did indeed love the bracelet. It wasn't a symbol of Miriam's love for her, but it was a symbol for how much he cared about her. And that was the reason why she looked at it so much. And that made him happy and shy all at once.
"That was a close call… again." Arnold muttered as he and Helga were on their way home.
"Yeah. Sorry… Maybe I shouldn't wear this at school?" Helga wondered as she fidgeted with the bracelet. Or I should at least stop staring at it all the freaking time. Criminy!
"I think it's ok now though." Arnold insisted. He was so happy that Helga loved the bracelet so much, he just couldn't bear to see her take it off.
"I don't really want to take it off anyway." Helga agreed and wiggled her wrist in front of Arnold who couldn't help but smile adoringly at her.
They kept walking for a while and Arnold caught himself noticing couples around them; couples walking hand in hand, sitting on benches and chatting or kissing. It kinda stung to look at them because of the envy he felt. These couples could walk around and not give a care who saw them; they didn't have to keep their feelings a secret. They could shout it to the world if the wanted to.
The feeling of something hitting the back of his head forced Arnold out of his reverie. "Ow! Helga?"
"I know what you're thinking." She said as if that explained her actions. He followed her eyes towards a couple who was whispering to each other. "I'd wish we could go out like that too, Arnold, but how would that work?"
Arnold's face frowned as he sighed. "It's just… I've realized that after everything we've been through, we still haven't been on a date." He said and looked back at her.
She hummed thoughtfully. "I've actually never been on a date at all."
"Really?"
"You're forgetting I didn't have any interest in stuff like this till I met you." Helga said with a smirk that matched Arnold's. "But I guess a date is like in the movies?" she asked sarcastically. "A dinner, a movie… a stroll on the beach or in the park… taking a random private jet to, I don't know, France?"
Arnold snickered. "I can't do the last one, but the rest should be doable."
"Except…" Helga drawled.
"Almost everyone in Hillwood know us." Arnold finished and the blondes sighed once more. "I guess it's impossible…"
Helga looked at Arnold sympathetically and hummed. "Not really…"
"What do you mean?" the blonde boy asked with a bit of hope in his voice.
Criminy, he's cute. Helga thought with a smirk. "We could technically just go in disguise." She suggested jokingly.
Arnold blinked thoughtfully. "We could… technically do that, actually."
"Isn't that going too far?"
"It would be nice though. To go on an actual date and just be us without worrying about anyone else."
Helga smiled dreamily. "That does sound great… but we'd have to go all out, like seriously all out. I'm talking outfits we would usually never wear, glasses, maybe even do something with our hair." She said and pulled out one of her blonde locks. "I've actually been wanting to try something with it."
"Try something?"
"Yeah, you know… just for an experiment or whatever. This could be a great opportunity." Helga said and halted when she noticed Hillwood mall next to them. "This has gotta be destiny. Come on."
"Wait, are you really doing this?" Arnold asked in shock, but followed Helga obediently. "It's kinda sudden, isn't it?"
"Have you never been spontaneous before?" Helga asked with a grin and walked around inside the mall with Arnold hot on her tracks.
"Well, sure, but isn't this kind of a permanent move?"
"Permanent? I'm thinking more like temporary spray."
"You can do that?" Arnold asked which caused Helga to halt and shoot him a disbelieving look. He almost stumbled into her, but managed to stop just before he hit her and looked at her questioningly. She seemed like she wanted to say something, presumably mock him, but she shook her head instead and continued through the mall.
Arnold followed Helga in silence until she finally went into a store. "Aha, here it is." She said and showed Arnold what looked like a regular hairspray can to him. "I think I'll try pink just for laughs."
"We're really doing this?" Arnold asked in disbelief, but a grin was spreading on his face. This whole thing seemed so weird and so crazy and so unlike him, despite Gerald's consistent habit of calling him a bold kid.
"Oh, come on, Football Head." Helga said and nudged her elbow against his. "Be a little adventurous."
"Easy for you to say…" Arnold muttered, but looked through the different colors. "I wouldn't know what to pick…"
"How about blue?"
"Not a chance. I'm not as brave as you."
"It'll come off in one wash, you know."
"M-Maybe, but still…" Arnold said and grabbed a can. "I think I could try brown…"
"Ooh, bold." Helga mocked sarcastically.
Arnold frowned. "With a blue stripe." He added defiantly.
"I'd love to see that!" Helga said with a grin and grabbed the can from his hand.
"I'm starting to have second thoughts, Helga." Arnold admitted as his blonde stepsister wrapped a towel around his shoulders. It was Saturday night, the official date night and both blondes had been looking forward to this day, but Arnold was starting to get nervous. He wasn't sure if the hair colors could fool anyone; Helga might get away with it, but he was pretty sure his characteristic oblong-shaped head would stick out like a sore thumb.
"If you hate it you can just wash it off. It means our date will be cancelled, but you can still wash it off."
"It's not the hairspray… I'm just wondering if we really won't get recognized? What about our parents?"
"With the wedding so close, I'm pretty sure they won't see shit. When we come home, we'll shower and get the color out before they notice anything." Helga insisted. "Now hold still."
Arnold did as told and felt Helga's home-made screen made out of toilet paper fall over his head, successfully covering his eyes so the spray wouldn't get in his eyes. She tied a lock of hair in an elastic band and hid it under the toilet paper so she could turn that blue afterwards. He could hear the unmistakable sound of the hairspray doing its thing and he looked towards the mirror as Helga colored his hair. All he could do was mentally shake his head at the odd sight.
Once Helga was done with Arnold's hair, she quickly wrapped toilet paper around her own face and sprayed her own hair with ease. She had refused to let Arnold do it, even though he had offered, because she wanted to try it herself. Also, if it looked like crap, she could only blame herself. Helga was a natural though and they both looked almost unrecognizable once she was done.
"You look so weird." Helga stated with a snicker.
"You look like cotton candy!" Arnold joked, but that was a lie. The pink color was closer to a hot pink than a soft one like the one cotton candy was. She simply smacked his head playfully before they headed to their rooms to get changed.
Arnold wore as dark clothes as possible in order to look nothing like how he usually did – even though he had made a habit out of wearing darker clothes lately due to Helga's fondness for them. Helga, on the other hand, had pulled out one of the pink dresses Olga had given her. This one was about a year old and not nearly as hideous as the others. With a few snips at the hem of the dress to make to look more edgy, she looked halfway decent in her opinion.
Once Helga came out of her room, she twirled in front of Arnold. "Who am I?" she asked and puckered her mouth.
Arnold tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "Nicki Minaj?"
"Damn right!" Helga said with a laugh before she gave him a quick kiss.
"Pink hair or not, you don't really look like Nicki Minaj though."
"And good riddance." Helga declared before she grabbed Arnold's hand and jogged down the stairs. "Miriam!" she called, but there was no immediate response. "Miles?"
"Huh? Oh, h-hi, Helga." Miles muttered from inside the living room.
"Arnold and I are going to hang out with Phoebe and Gerald for the rest of the day, ok? We'll probably be home a little late."
"Sure thing. You kids have fun." Miriam said absentmindedly. "Miles, I'm not sure about the boutonnieres."
"What the hell is a boutonniere?" Helga whispered as she and Arnold went for the front door. The temporarily brown-haired boy simply shrugged though, just as confused as she was.
"Never watching that shit again."
"They are usually not that bad, I swear."
"Well, this one sucked so I don't care that the others didn't." Helga insisted stubbornly.
She was smiling though so Arnold wasn't worried that the movie had ruined the rest of their date. I'm not watching the next Evil Twin movie. If they are even allowed to make another after this failure.
A few minutes later, the two blondes in disguise were sitting inside Slausen's, the local ice cream parlor, and were waiting for their orders to arrive. They had been lucky so far and hadn't encountered anyone they know. No one in Tina park, no one in the Kiska and so far, no one in Slausen's.
Helga eyed Arnold's ice cream when the waitress brought them. "Is that strawberry?" she asked when Arnold shoved his spoon into it.
He nodded eagerly. "Want a taste?"
"As cute as that would be, I think it'd be less cute when I break out in hives."
Arnold froze in his movements and looked at Helga questioningly. "Are you allergic?"
"Yup."
"Why haven't you told me?"
"Pretty sure I have at some point… It might be months ago though."
Arnold looked at his ice cream sourly. "What… What would happen if I kissed you after eating this?" he asked curiously.
Helga hummed thoughtfully. "Not a clue. I'm not even sure if I would react to strawberry ice cream or not, I've never tried it." She answered before she started smirking. "Wanna find out?"
"No!" Arnold insisted with a frown. "I don't want to be the reason that you get hives."
"So, you're just going to avoid strawberries from now on?" Helga asked and started chuckling in disbelief.
"If I have the choice between never eating strawberries and never kissing you again, it's a no-brainer." Arnold answered as he played with the ice cream with his spoon. He heard Helga's laughing stop and he looked at her curiously once he had taken a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. She grabbed him by his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He opened his mouth in surprise and felt her warm tongue slither into his mouth and steal some of the ice cream. Once she had leaned back, she licked some ice cream off her lips that had escaped. Arnold blinked. "Why did you do that? What if you get hives?"
"It's worth the risk." Helga said before she kissed him again.
No, it's not. Arnold wanted to insist, but forgot everything else except for how wonderful he felt whenever Helga's tongue grazed against his lips.
The sound of a group of loud teenagers walking into the parlor caused Helga to growl in annoyance. "Sheesh, the peace is over now." She said and looked towards the door. Her eyes widened when she recognized the three teenagers. "Oh, shit."
Arnold looked towards the door as well and gulped. "Oh, no. What now?"
"Want to make a run for it?"
"Too late." Arnold said and waved awkwardly when Harold waved eagerly at them. "So much for our disguises… Wait. How do we explain our hair?" he whispered.
"Uh - - "
"Hey, you two!" Sid said and approached them with Harold and Stinky right behind him. "What are you doing here and… what happened with your hair?"
Arnold looked at Helga nervously, but she smiled casually. "Oh, Arnold just lost a bet with me and I had him try coloring his hair with a temporary spray."
"Oh, man! That sucks, dude!" Harold said, laughing manically. "Good thing it's temporary though."
"Why is your hair colored too, Miss Helga?" Stinky asked politely.
"Why do you think I wanted to use Arnold for a test dummy to begin with? I've wanted to try this myself for a while, but I wanted to try it on someone else first. I don't think I'll keep it though." Helga said thoughtfully and pulled a strand of her pink hair out for effect. "It's a little too much."
"You could always just have one pink stripe?" Sid suggested with a shrug. "I actually think you look hot with it."
Arnold frowned at Sid's comment, especially when all Helga did was smile at him. "Thanks, I might consider just one stripe then." She replied and looked at Arnold. "I think Mr. Sourpuss over here looks forward to his next shower though."
Arnold ran his fingers through his hair. "It looks stupid, doesn't it?"
"Naw," Harold said and sat down in front of them in the booth. "it's just surprising to see you with your hair colored."
Arnold blinked. "So it doesn't look that bad?"
"It doesn't look bad, but it doesn't suit your personality." Sid joked and sat down next to Harold and Stinky soon followed him.
I don't remember inviting them to sit down. Helga thought and leaned discreetly over to Arnold while the boys chatted. "Can we leave?"
"No, that would be rude." Arnold insisted even though he didn't seem too fond of their current situation either. This had supposed to be their chance to be alone after all, but Arnold just wasn't the kind of guy to wave people off. Helga sulked at him, but leaned back dutifully in her seat with her arms crossed.
It only took a couple of minutes before Helga got extremely aggravated. The boys were chatting eagerly with Arnold who obviously also just wanted them to leave them alone, but the boy was too damn polite to just leave or even make up a legitimate excuse. She was eating her ice cream in silence, her chin resting in her left palm.
Arnold looked at Helga in secret for a short moment. He sighed internally. She was obviously bored and maybe even pissed with him, he couldn't blame her if she was. He wanted to take her hand and just walk away with her, but that would be extremely suspicious. There's no way the other boys would just let him do that without questioning them or making up rumors. Well, not actual rumors since they would be true.
Helga cleared her throat as she let her hand fall down from her chin and down towards her thigh. Her internal measuring tape was flawed though and her hand landed on Arnold's thigh instead. He flinched and looked at her automatically, but looked right back at the boys again to avoid any questions. She was about to move her hand – it had been an accident after all – but then she thought it through.
This might just be the extra incentive he needs… Helga thought. But it's risky. Really risky… and that might just be why I want to do it.
With her mind cleared, Helga scratched Arnold's thigh gently, feeling how the muscles inside his pants tensed at her touch. He put his hands up on the table, spreading them as if he was trying to sit more comfortably, but she knew he was trying to hide what she was doing. The tablecloth might have done the trick on its own, but she wasn't complaining about the extra safety. On the contrary it made her a little bolder.
What is she doing – What is she doing – What is she doing? Arnold thought. His mind had gone onto repeat-mode and he was struggling to seem indifferent in front of the other boys. What were we talking about again? He wondered as Sid started some dramatic reenactment of something presumably funny that had happened to him yesterday… or the day before that or… last week, Arnold wasn't really listening even though he was trying.
When Arnold attempted to eat some of his ice cream, Helga started to softly drag the tip of her nails towards his inner thigh, achingly slow. He stiffened in his action and let out a shaky breath the boys obviously didn't notice. Helga did though, if her secret smirk was anything to go by.
"What are you doing?" Arnold asked in a whisper without looking at Helga. The waitress was currently taking the boys' orders so he figured they wouldn't listen to whatever he and Helga would say right now.
"Just reminding you why you want to get out of here too." Helga answered innocently and tightened her hold on his inner thigh almost as if trying to claw him.
Arnold gulped at that, but held his tongue since the waitress had just left. Oh, you don't have to remind me… He thought and jerked against her touch when her fingers ghosted over his slowly growing hardness for a mere second. Oh, how he wanted to buck against her touch and just give in, but he kept his eyes open and his mouth closed and attempted to listen to whatever story Stinky was currently in the middle of.
"Dude, are you ok?" Harold asked all of a sudden, which caused Arnold's head to jerk right up.
"H-Huh?"
"Your face is all red." Sid said almost worriedly.
Oh, crap. Arnold managed to squawk out inside his mind before he heard Helga's voice next to him.
"Is your fever acting up again?"
The boys looked at her questioningly, especially Arnold. "Fever? Are you sick, Arnold?" Stinky asked.
Helga turned to answer the boys, but it was Arnold who answered. "I've been having a small fever since yesterday, but I think it might be getting worse. I thought something cold would help, but obviously not." He explained.
Helga then put her right hand, the hand she had not just used to tease him with, on his forehead. The motion caused her left hand to slide towards his crotch and his gasp was painful as he jerked away. "Sorry, I guess my hands are a little cold." She said apologetically, forcing a smile down as she put her hand on his forehead again. "Yep, your fever is getting higher now. We need to go."
"Oh, man, that sucks. Starting the new year with a fever." Harold said sympathetically. "Feel better."
"Th-Thanks." Arnold said as he grabbed his jacket, followed Helga out of the booth and eventually out to the street. He looked at her in surprise as they both put on their outerwear. "Did you plan that excuse ahead?"
"Naw, that was made up on the spot." Helga answered and gave Arnold a kiss to his cheek. "I'm glad you played along."
Arnold gave a shaky moan and let his lips touch hers for a moment. "Yeah, well… you reminded me why I wanted to get out of there." He said and put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him.
Helga put her arms over his shoulders, but stopped the kiss. "We're still outside Slausen's." she whispered and he pouted, which made her chuckle. "Want to go home?"
"Too far." Arnold insisted impatiently.
Helga snickered. "I'm assuming Sunset Arms is also too far then. What do you suggest?"
Arnold thought about it for a moment, wondering if he even knew a place that was close and private. Then it hit him. "Do you know Mighty Pete?"
"Who?"
"Not who, what. Come on." Arnold said, grabbed Helga's hand and ran with her down the street.
It only took the two teenagers a few minutes before they reached a big, mighty tree in the middle of a small green field in the street. Helga stared at it in surprise. "Oh, so this is Mighty Pete! Never knew it had a name."
"How could you not know?"
"I didn't pay much attention to living things when I grew up." Helga joked.
Arnold shot her a slanted look, but smiled when they reached the rope ladder. "Ladies first."
"I'm wearing a dress, you pervert." Helga pointed out with a grin. He just smiled knowingly though and she laughed in disbelief before ascending the ladder. "It's a good thing you're cute or else I might have smacked you for that."
"Hey, it's a little too late to be shy." Arnold pointed out, which earned him a small hit of Helga's boot to his shoulder. He grabbed her ankle though and kissed it tenderly before letting her continue her climbing. He followed her once she was inside and he looked around. "It looks different from when I was a kid."
"Well, the next generation has taken over, right?" Helga asked as she looked around. "It has a balcony!" she bellowed as she crawled outside and looked down. When she felt a branch tickling her face, she looked upwards instead. "It has a second floor… The treehouse has a second floor. How epic is this?"
Arnold chuckled, happy to see that Helga adored Mighty Pete as much as he did. "The others and I build this treehouse together when we were in fourth grade. We always came here to play cards or just hang out." He said nostalgically and sat down in the beanbag. "It may look different, but our memories are still here."
"Cheesy." Helga teased.
"I still came here even when the others stopped." Arnold continued. "I'd come here just to be alone with my thoughts."
Helga sat down on, using her feet as a sort of pillow for her bum. "What kind of thoughts?"
Arnold gave a sad smile. "Mostly thoughts about my mom and dad…" he admitted. "Once Miles came home and told me about my mom's death, I… I was here for a week. I actually slept here."
"You're kidding…" Helga mumbled seriously, but then snickered. "Where did you go to do your business?"
Arnold snickered. "Slausen's is just nearby, Helga, and they serve other things besides ice cream. I ate there and did my business there." He explained and stuck his tongue out at her when she did the same thing. "I haven't been here since then."
Helga slinked over to Arnold and sat down on his lap with her arms over his shoulders. "So this is your first time here in two years?"
Arnold loosely counted in his head. "Yeah, I think so." He answered and showed her a genuine smile. "I'm really happy that I can share this place with you, Helga."
The currently pink-haired girl felt a blush spread on her cheeks that matched her hair and she hoped Arnold couldn't see it. He caressed one reddened cheek while his other hand landed on her thigh, his fingers ghosting over the black stockings she was wearing. Her eyes went limpid and she exhaled in pleasure to his small touches. She could hear and feel him move closer to her and she accepted his kiss eagerly. She put her hand atop of his, tickling the back of his hands with her slender fingers.
"Wait." Helga said and leaned back to show Arnold a smirk. "Aren't we ruining your childhood sanctuary by doing this?"
"Naw," Arnold insisted and leaned closer to Helga until she was lying down on the beanbag. "we're just adding a more adult memory."
"Cheesy." Helga drawled, but giggled happily as he opened the sash around her waist. She kissed his cheek, throat and Adam's apple and shivered when his hand ran down her thigh. He continued until his hand was on the back of it and his nails scratched her right at the place where her legs stopped and her buttocks started.
The sound of pieces of wood banging against the tree caused them to stop their actions and sit up straight. A young girl appeared in the hole of the floor and blinked in surprise when she saw them. A grin then spread on her face.
"Sorry." She said and looked down, presumably at her friend underneath her. "Craig, someone is already here."
"Really?" a boy's voice asked and he appeared next to his female friend. "Whoops. Sorry."
The girl kept grinning though at the shocked teenagers. "Are you two dating?"
"Lisa, you can't just ask them that!" Craig bellowed in shock.
"Why not?"
"Because they're strangers." He insisted and blew a raspberry at her when she pouted at him.
Helga couldn't help but snicker at the exchange. "Seems familiar." She whispered to Arnold and he snickered as well.
"So, am I right? Is he your boyfriend?" the girl named Lisa asked excitedly.
Helga froze at the question and stared at the innocent girl a few feet away from her. Boyfriend? Arnold? Mine? Is Arnold my boyfriend? That would make me his girlfriend, right? She thought and felt a blush spread on her face again. "Yeah, I… I guess so."
Arnold was in the same state as Helga. Those words hadn't crossed his mind, not even once. He had been so occupied by the thought of what they weren't and what he wanted them to be, that he hadn't had time to think about what they actually were. Were they dating? They were having sex and he was in love with her and she was in love with him so… they were dating, weren't they?
Wait. Did Helga just call me her boyfriend? Arnold realized and looked at the pink-haired girl who gave a tentative shrug. He couldn't help but smile broadly at her and she gave him a shy smile back. She shot him a warning look and bopped her head towards the children who had started to giggle.
"We'll leave you alone now." Craig said and bumped his hand on Lisa's shoulder to coax her into coming down with him. She giggled as she followed him down the rope ladder.
As soon as their chuckles had faded, Helga crawled to the rope ladder and pulled it back up. "Isn't it kinda sad that two strange children can see that we are in love and our friends and family can't?" she asked and put the rope ladder down on the floor.
Arnold smiled crookedly and held out his arms to Helga so she could snuggle into his embrace. "Well, to be fair we didn't exactly try to lie to those children."
"I guess… Kids are also more perceptive than adults."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, people tend to underestimate children, but they understand more than they lead on."
"You learned that in psychology?"
"Well, yes, during development psychology, but I'm mostly talking out of my own experiences." Helga responded and then smirked at the boy. She swung her leg over his lap, until she was straddled securely on him. She tangled her fingers with his, forcing his hands next to his head. "Now… weren't we in the middle of ruining your childhood?"
"No, no. Adding an adult memory to it."
"Blah-blah-blah." Helga declared she started kissing him and adding adult memories to the childhood sanctuary.
Author's 2nd note: OwO How many of you realized that the two children, Craig and Lisa, were references to Craig Bartlett and his wife Lisa Groening? xD lol, I had planned for two random kids to show up, but I thought it'd be fun to give them identities too, so to speak.
Also, I'll gladly admit I know nothing about temporary hair colors xD I have brown hair with blue stripes in it, but those were made by professionals in an organic salon. I watched a girl "show" how to do it in YouTube so I think I've done it right, but if I have totally misunderstood something then please point it out so I can re-write that part or something :)
Anyways! Like mentioned in the first author's note then this is the calm before the storm. Drama starts in the next chapter so stay tuned :P