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: When Helga went to the library in order to write an assignment, she bumped into her father Bob who threatened to tell Miles about Miriam's former drinking if she didn't move in with him. Miriam, Miles and especially Arnold knew where was something wrong when Helga refused to talk and didn't even come down for dinner or breakfast the next day.

In the early morning, Bob came to pick Helga up and she told them her reason was that she didn't want to stay around and watch Miriam ruin another marriage. Arnold tried to stop her, but Helga wound up leaving them all behind and start living with Bob.

Author's 1st note: It's finally here! Sorry it took so long in comparison to the former chapters :3 I had a few video deadlines on YouTube though, including a birthday video so those kinda were my top priority :P But it's here! Oh, and so there isn't too much confusion: I haven't chosen exactly how long Helga has been gone from the soon-to-be-Shortman-and-Pataki-household so you can kinda choose that yourself. Now, enjoy! :D

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]

Chapter 20: "A home to return to"

Arnold was biting his lip so roughly that he almost drew blood, but he wasn't paying attention to it. All he could hear was the unmistakable sound of someone not picking up their phone. The slow beep tone turned up its pace and he sighed heavily. The sigh turned into a hiss though and his hand went straight to the left side of his hip as a familiar stinging pain shot through him.

"I'm gonna kill him." Gerald hissed as he massaged his best friend's shoulder. "I can't believe you haven't sued him for what he did to you."

"He pushed me against the stairs, Gerald, it's not enough to sue him. It's not like my pelvis is broken either." Arnold said and removed his hand from his waist. He sighed once more. "I'm more worried about Helga… I-I just can't believe she would do this out of her own will. It came out of nowhere!"

"Maybe she just can't be trusted." Gerald suggested which earned him hateful stares from both his best friend and newly-announced girlfriend. He put his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry… but she said it herself, didn't she? That she didn't want to be a part of the family because she felt that she didn't belong with you guys? And she refuses to take your calls, so what can you do?"

"I can try to figure out why she even went with Bob in the first place." Arnold pointed out and put the phone to his ear again, praying she would answer this time. Eleventh time was the charm, right?

"Arnold, could you tell us again what happened? Something just doesn't add up." Phoebe said thoughtfully. "Helga has always hated Bob."

"Hasn't she always hated Miriam too?" Gerald asked curiously, but Phoebe shook her head.

"No, not in the same way… Helga always hated Bob. He… never paid any attention to her and he always saw her as a disappointment in comparison to Olga."

"Bastard." Gerald mumbled which Phoebe smiled at.

"But Miriam was different. She… Helga always believed Miriam had room to prove."

"Lots of room to improve." Gerald joked, but went quiet when he heard Arnold sigh once more. "Still not picking up?"

Arnold shook his head. "What did you say about Miriam changing, Phoebe?"

"Oh, just that Helga always believed Miriam could change if she really wanted to." The Asian girl repeated.

Arnold's eyebrows knitted together and he looked away from the couple. "That's weird… When we first met, Helga told me she didn't think Miriam could make my dad happy. That she was stuck in her old ways."

"That's just Helga not getting her hopes up. If you don't expect anything from people they can't hurt you." Phoebe pointed out and looked around in the classroom. "I can't believe she hasn't come to school. I hope Bob isn't planning to send her back to France."

"France?" the boys repeated in surprise.

Phoebe nodded. "Helga was sent to an all-girls school when we were thirteen or something. Bob basically got sick of her attitude and figured they could straighten her out. She was sent home after a month for vandalism." She explained and snickered at the memory.

Arnold was for from laughing though. "No… No, no, no. It's bad enough she isn't living with us anymore, he is not making her change school too." He insisted and started tapping on his phone again.

"Arnold," Gerald said and put his hand on top of the blonde boy's phone. "I think I have to confiscate that." He said and grabbed it before the shorter boy could protest. "You're driving yourself insane and she is not going to answer. I know you're worried, but you can't do much right now. Tell you what; Phoebe and I are going to this new club tonight, you should come with us."

"I really don't feel like partying, Gerald. I'm just going to be a party pooper."

"What was your excuse before?" Gerald joked and put his arm over his friend's shoulder. "You need to get your mind on other things besides Helga. Look, has she answered any of your calls?"

"No."

"Do you know where she is?"

"With Bob."

"And where is that?"

"Not a clue."

"See? So basically you can't do anything right now. So my suggestion is that you wait for her to come back or turn up here in school and then talk to her. Tonight, you're partying with us."

Arnold smiled. "Thanks, but I'm still going to have to pass… I don't want to be a third wheel." He joked. "Thanks, guys."

Arnold looked at the clock on his wall and noticed it was almost midnight. Miriam and Miles had gone to bed or rather Miles had joined Miriam who had done nothing but sleep since Helga moved out. Arnold though couldn't sleep at all. With a sigh, he threw his duvet off him and walked out of his room. He eyed Helga's door before he walked inside and looked around. The room almost seemed empty except for the actual furniture. With a frown, he noticed that the bowl of soup was still on the nightstand. She obviously hadn't touched it and no one had entered her room since she had left.

Arnold schlepped to Helga's bed and lied down on it for no particular reason; he couldn't come up with one at least. His nose picked up on something and he inhaled the vanilla scent deeply. He turned his head and buried his face in her pillow.

I'm pathetic… Arnold thought even as he hugged the pillow and pretended it was Helga he was holding. It was incredible how quiet the house had gone since she had left. He missed the sound of her occasional singing or the sound of her guitar whenever they were not in the same room. He missed talking with her or even just being in the same room with her and sharing the occasional secretive glance. He missed her smell, the feel of her skin, her lips on his and her soft body against his.

Arnold gasped when he heard his phone ringing from inside his room. He considered staying where he was, mostly because he finally felt that he could actually fall asleep, but then it hit him that it might be Helga who had gotten a chance to call him. He stood up from the bed so quickly that he felt dizzy, but ignored it and jogged clumsily into his room. He threw himself on his bed, grabbed his phone and answered.

"Helga?"

"Yeah, Helga."

Arnold sighed. "Not funny, Gerald… I am not in the mood for one of your drunken shenanigans, ok?"

"Good thing I'm not drunk then. Did you not notice I confirmed it was about Helga?"

"Huh?"

"I said: Yeah, Helga."

"Wait…" Arnold said and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "What are you talking about?"

"Remember that new club I told you Phoebe and I were going to?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, turns out Helga knew about this club as well."

Arnold felt his heart leap into his throat. "What?" he questioned in a whisper and sat up on his knees.

"Helga's here too, Arnold, and she's blotto."

"What?"

"Don't just keep saying what, man! Helga is here at this very club and she is drinking, hard. But that's beside the point. She's here, dude, come get her!" Gerald said.

Arnold didn't even bother saying goodbye. He threw the phone away and quickly went to change. This was his chance to finally talk to Helga and ask her what this whole Bob thing was about. The fact that she was drinking though may prove to be a problem, but he didn't have it in him to worry about that right now. He just had to get to her and fast.

Arnold found the club easily. Hillwood wasn't exactly filled with nightclubs and it wasn't like there was a grand opening anywhere else. The music was loud enough to kill the small hairs in your middle ear and it got worse once the blonde boy was inside. Gerald had waited for him outside and pulled him into the ear-piercingly loud club.

"Where is she?" Arnold shouted over the music and looked around. He realized the stupidity of his question when he saw a blonde girl on one of the many low tables that were stabled around in the club. She was dancing like there was no tomorrow to an alternative rock song about a girl up on stage and doing shots, ironically enough. All things considered, Arnold couldn't help but gulp at the sight of her body inside tight, ripped jeans and a black corset with lace over her arms, but not her shoulders.

"I know she's hot, Arnold, but so does every other boy in this club. I think you need to get her home before she kills someone for smacking her ass again."

Arnold stared at Gerald in shock. "She did that?"

"Well, she didn't kill him, but he went home with a bloodied nose." Gerald corrected.

The boys looked at each other for a bit before a holler caught their ears and they looked towards Helga again. She was currently in the middle of lifting one of her legs up to her head and she did so, more elegantly than should have been possible with the alcohol in her system.

Gerald's jaw went to the floor. "Why is she so fucking flexible?"

"She used to do ballet."

Gerald looked at Arnold who simply shrugged innocently. "Lucky bastard." The darker boy cursed. "Anyways, Phoebe said she wanted to try and get to Helga, but I think she may have lost her way through the crowd. Text me once you got a hold of Helga."

Arnold nodded and waved his friend goodbye before he went towards Helga who had just taken the hand of some girl and was dancing ferociously with her. "Helga!" Arnold called and the blonde girl turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes squinted and she leaned forward until she was bend over enough to be at his eyelevel and give the boys behind her – and Arnold for that matter - a nice view.

Then she gasped. "Arnold!" she shrieked happily and wrapped her arms around him. He quickly grabbed her by her waist and helped her get safely down from the table.

"It's so good to see you, Helga." Arnold admitted and held her for a bit before he heard her giggle manically. Yeah, she's definitely drunk.

"Hey, girls!" Helga called and turned around to wave at the girl she had held hands with just before. She kept one of her arms over Arnold's shoulders as three girls approached them, all of them with different alternative styles: one punkish, the other gothic and the last in more of the rock category like Helga. "This is my stepbrother Arnold. Arnold, these girls are my old classmates and friends."

"Oh, you're Arnold." the more punkish girl said with a sweet smile. "Helga's been chewing our ears off talking about you."

That made Arnold nervous, but Helga just chuckled. "Hey, he may not look like it, but he's a fun guy." She said and he couldn't help but smile at that.

"Helga, I came to take you home." He told her and the girls booed at him.

"Come on, let her have her stay! Her deadbeat dad is finally out of town so she should have some fun." The rocker said.

"Bob is gone?"

"Out on some business." Helga said. "Seriously, I have no idea how the man can still be so rich from selling beepers. He must be doing some black work too."

The girls chuckled at Helga comment. "Come on, join us, Arnold."

"Yeah, join me." Helga said with an intoxicated and intoxicating smile and Arnold sighed in surrender.

"J-Just one dance, ok? And then I'm taking you home."

"Yay!" Helga bellowed as if she had actually won the argument and started dancing with him. She was singing along to the song, clearly knowing the lyrics even in her woozy state. "She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth." She sang and pulled at Arnold's hair playfully. It made him gulp though and she noticed instantly and started dancing closer to him.

"H-Helga, we're in the middle of a public club." Arnold whispered when he felt the side of her hips touch his waist.

"No one knows us here, baby." Helga whispered and bit on Arnold's earlobe, earning a flinch from the jumbled boy. "And everyone is drunk off their asses. They're not gonna remember two strangers dancing on the dancefloor."

Arnold couldn't argue with Helga's logic and he didn't really want to. Feeling her body pressed up against his felt like coming home. He had missed something as simple as her hands holding his and how they seemed to fit perfectly. She tangled their fingers together and twirled into his embrace. He held her close as she started to grind her ass against his crotch and he moaned at the intense feeling.

"H-Helga, can I please just take you home already?" Arnold begged, ignoring the double meaning in his sentence.

Helga smirked. "Do you promise to tuck me in if I say yes?"

"Uh… sure." Arnold replied.

"Hey, girls. I'm leaving with Arnold after all." Helga said and held his hand behind her back, hidden from the curious stares from her friends.

"Aww, really?"

"Yeah, Arnold has a compelling way of convincing me." Helga joked, waved at the girls who waved back and then dragged the slightly blushing boy with her. He quickly texted Gerald, telling him he had found Helga and was taking her home and then directed Helga to his car.

"Ah, the old Packard. It's practically a part of the family." Helga said and caressed the car bumper. Arnold quirked a curious eyebrow as she placed her right cheek on top of the car and grinned innocently at him. "Where is home, Arnold?"

"Well… I'd prefer to take you home to your real home, but…" Arnold admitted and Helga leaned back up.

"I'd prefer that too…" she admitted as she walked around and sat inside.

"So," Arnold said and sat next to her in front of the wheel. "you actually don't want to live with Bob?"

Helga snorted. "Of course not! The man is a heartless jerk with the sensitivity of a robot. Who'd want to live with that?" she asked sarcastically, but then smiled sensually.

"Then why - - " Arnold tried, but then Helga leaned forward, placing her hand on his thigh. She was biting her lower lip and had an almost innocent look in her eyes.

"I've missed you…" the blonde girl admitted in a whisper and looked at his lips.

He gulped. "I've missed you too." He answered before his hand went to the back of her head and he pulled her into a deep kiss. She moaned almost instantly and he felt her crawl towards him and she sat down on his lap, her ass hitting the car horn and making a loud noise. He instantly stopped the kiss to grab her hips and move her away from the wheel. "Helga, watch out - - "

"Arnold," Helga interfered and she looked so deeply into his eyes he almost felt shy under the stare. "take me home and fuck me."

Arnold could have sworn his heart stopped beating. He gave her a quick kiss, gently moved her aside and started the car. He had never driven faster in his life and the fact that Helga was making out with his cheek, throat and shoulder all the way didn't help one bit.

Both Arnold and Helga had reached their limit when they finally stopped in front of Bob's house. They both jumped out of the car and Helga gave him a big kiss before she jogged to the door, fumbling with the keys in her hands. She gave a shaky moan when Arnold started kissing the back of her head and sliding his hands down her arms. Once the door was unlocked, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him inside, but rather than going straight to her room, she started kissing him right there.

Wait. Arnold thought in the middle of the heated kiss. Wasn't there something… something I had to ask her about…? Right!

"H-Helga," Arnold said and stopped the kiss. "why were you out clubbing? You've never had any interest in that before."

"I was depressed." Helga admitted and walked past him.

"Depressed?" he questioned as he followed her up the stairs and into her room. It almost looked like her room back at their house, but this room was bigger and looked all in all more expensive.

"Yeah," Helga replied with a smirk and looked at him over her shoulder. "because I missed you, stupid."

Arnold felt his heart leap with joy even though he felt guilty for taking pleasure in her pain. "Then… why did you move? What changed your mind?"

Helga bit on her lower lip and then sighed. "Bob, uh… Bob said that if I didn't move in with him, he'd tell Miles."

"Tell him about what?"

"Mom's drinking."

At first, Arnold looked confused, but then anger painted his face. "That cruel son of a - - "

"Watch your language, Arnold." Helga hindered, but something told him she was being facetious. "Even though it is kinda hot that you're getting that angry for me." She admitted, put her hands on his chest and started nibbling on his chin.

Arnold groaned at the feeling, but forced himself to keep his mind straight for at least one more moment. "B-But… couldn't we just make Miriam tell my dad the truth?"

"And have him leave her? No thanks. I figured Miriam needed Miles more in her life than me so that's why I agreed to live here." Helga answered, grabbed Arnold's hands and walked backwards until she hit her bed and fell down on it with him on top of her. "Now, do you want to talk with me or fuck with me?"

Arnold didn't even have to think about it. Ever since he first laid eyes on Helga that night, he had to admit that the carnal desires he had developed for her had sprung right back. He dove right at her, devouring her with his entire being and wrapping her body around his just to feel her. When she tightened her legs around his hips though, he groaned in pain and pulled back. She looked at him questioningly; the groan wasn't an unfamiliar reaction to what she did, but the fact that it was done in pain baffled her.

Arnold sighed. "After Bob pulled me off you… I hit the stairs."

Helga sat up and looked at him in worry. "Are you ok?" she asked and caressed his hips for a moment, which caused him to sigh in pleasure.

"Yeah… I had it checked, it's just a little sore." He answered as he looked to his left side, indicating that's where the pain was.

Helga's fingers crawled up his dress shirt and then she kissed the exposed skin at his hip bone. "I'll avenge you." She whispered and looked up at him with cat-like eyes.

Arnold sighed breathlessly and showed a dazed smirk. "H-How?"

"I'll think of something." She replied with a shrug and kissed his hipbone again with every break she took in her next words. "Like throwing all his coffee out… messing with his papers and contracts… or changing his shampoo into hair removal cream."

Arnold moaned when Helga kissed him for the fifth time on the tender area. "You wouldn't really d-do that, would you?"

"Oh, please. I've done worse."

"Such as?"

"Such as something I'm gonna do to you if you don't get those pants off right this minute." Helga replied with a smirk as she held on tightly to the hem of Arnold's jeans.

He blinked a couple of times. "I don't think I want to know." He admitted, put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her. They moaned simultaneously and Helga grabbed Arnold by his thighs, digging her dull nails into the flesh. She took his hands away from her cheeks, stood up and pushed him down gently on her bed. She straddled him with a smirk on her beautiful lips that were slightly swollen from their kissing.

"Now, you just lie down and relax… and let me show you just how much I've missed you." Helga whispered and started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands started crawling up her thighs once his torso was exposed, but she grabbed them and put them up above his head. "Nu-uh," she teased. "I want to have you all to myself."

"You already do."

"You know what I mean…" Helga whispered and kissed him, still holding his hands above his head.

Arnold groaned as he rocked his pelvis up against hers, successfully causing her to moan and pull back. "Helga… as much as I like it when you take control like this… it's been such a long time since I got to touch you… so right now it would be torture if you do this."

Helga cooed sympathetically and let go of Arnold's hands, but she stayed on top of him as they continued to kiss. She grinded against him and he tightened his hold on her hips, rocking against her enthusiastically. He could feel himself get overzealous - it had been a long time after all – and he pulled her closer to him.

"Eager, are we?"

"Well, um - - "

"It's ok," Helga interrupted, unzipped her corset and revealed her naked chest to him. "I'm impatient too."

Arnold took one look at Helga's creamy breasts before he sat up and started showering them in kisses. She threw her head back and moaned when his lips caught a nipple, but she composed herself long enough to start loosening his belt. She practically ripped it off him and let herself fall back so he could get her jeans off her. She swung her legs forward so she could place them over his shoulders and he got her jeans off with only slight trouble due to the odd position. He quickly took her panties off as well and gave her a kiss on her inner thigh.

Helga moaned loudly, louder than Arnold had ever had her moan before and he smirked knowingly at her. He knew her thighs were filled with sensitive spots and he couldn't help but give her left thigh a thorough lick from her knee to her hipbone, feeling her shivers under his palms the closer he got to the most sensitive part of her body.

Before Arnold could help Helga out of the unusual position, she swung her legs over her body and landed gracefully on the floor. She looked up at him, smirking at the shocked expression on his face and then stood up. She took him by his hands and kissed him as she swung him around her until his chest was grazed against her back.

"I noticed, you know…" Helga whispered in Arnold's ear, her hand caressing his cheek adoringly. "The way you looked at me when we were dancing like this." She explained and slid his pants down his thighs until they eventually fell to the floor, leaving him only with one layer between himself and her. "Do you want me like this, Arnold…?"

Right then, Arnold wanted her in any way she would let him so he simply nodded. She smirked as she forced his boxers down as well and helped him kick the useless clothing away from his feet. She then proceeded to put her hands down on the bed, looking at him over her shoulder.

"L-Like this?" Arnold questioned, but didn't wait for the blonde girl to answer since he knew what she was going to say anyway. He grabbed ahold of her hips, pressing his fingers down on the soft flesh just next to her pelvic bone and dove inside of her.

Helga, who had been about to scream her answer at the blonde boy, keened at the intense feeling of both pleasure and pain that shot through her. It had been a little while since they had done this after all. Her toes were curling and she was licking her lips as she leaned down, her palms and breasts flat on the mattress.

"H-Helga?" Arnold asked, his arms twitching a bit. "Are you ok?"

"I'll be more ok once you start moving."

Arnold couldn't help but roll his eyes at her comment. He retightened his hold on her waist and thrust inside of her once, causing her to gaps when he hit that sweet spot inside of her he had found a couple of times before. Turned out it was like riding a bicycle; no mater, how long you didn't do it, you never forget how to do it.

"Satisfied?" Arnold whispered sarcastically and bit her ear gently.

"Not even close." Helga replied breathlessly. "Maybe if you do it a few more times?"

"Let's find out."

True to his word, Arnold did continued to hit that sweet spot over and over again until Helga was seeing white. She was moaning his name as if she was in heat, holding onto the bedsheets desperately. She raised herself up, watching the muscles on her arms twitch. She hadn't been working out even once since she moved in with Bob and so the muscles had gone lazy and couldn't hold her up properly. She didn't even have to voice her pain; Arnold noticed himself. He lifted her from the floor, earning an amused shriek from her before her knees hit the bed.

"Quite the gentleman, aren't you?" Helga asked, shooting a smirk over her shoulder.

"I aim to please." Arnold retorted as he let his hands travel over her curved spine and to her shoulders, massaging them a bit.

Helga moaned. "And I really appreciate the aiming." She breathed deeply. "My whole body can feel it."

Arnold wanted to beg her to keep talking, but all that came out was a groan. He needed to hear her voice, no matter what words she spoke. She seemed to be able to read his mind just like he had read hers because she leaned up until her mouth was next to his ear and started whispering incomprehensible, hot words in his ear.

Arnold frowned in confusion, but never ceased his motions as he tried to understand what she had said. "Can… Can you repeat that?"

Helga slowly blew some air into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Tu aurais envie de faire l'amour ce soir?"

"I-Is that French?"

"Oui." Helga teased.

"Wha… What does that mean?" Arnold asked, desperately trying to remember the undeniably sensual words she had just given him. He believed he recognized a few of them from a song maybe, but that didn't help him much translation wise.

Helga let herself fall forwards again, bending her back like a cat as she smirked at him. "Figure it out on your own, Football Head." She mocked and licked her lips.

Arnold shivered, he really wanted to know, but he couldn't focus on such things right now. Without much warning, he grabbed her knee and turned her to her side. She shrieked for a mere second in surprise, but started moaning uncontrollably when he continued to drill her from the inside.

"Criminy, A-Arnold!" Helga gasped and placed her leg over his shoulder. She smirked at how surprised he seemed that she could flex like that. "Ex-ballerina, Football Head."

"Oh, yeah." Arnold said as if he had forgotten and leaned all the way down to kiss her. He smirked when he saw she showed no sign of pain whatsoever. "Speaking of that… I may have revealed that to Gerald tonight. He was confused… you know, because you could lift your leg all the way up to your head."

Helga cooed as if she was disappointed. "I thought that was our little secret?"

"We have other dirty little secrets…" Arnold replied teasingly and was obviously starting to lose his breath. He watched her as she smiled and went to lick his temple, successfully removing a pearl of sweat that had been on a journey down his heated skin.

"I guess we're adding one right now." Helga estimated and Arnold quirked an eyebrow curiously. "You do realize" she continued. "that this is the room I grew up in?"

Arnold looked around curiously. The very same house? He wondered, but shut his eyes when he felt Helga tighten around him. He looked at her questioningly and saw the signature mischievous smirk on her face.

"Just thinking about doing… such naughty things in my own room… the room I used to be an innocent little girl in… it makes me feel so dirty…" Helga continued breathlessly, licking her lips. "My head is spinning."

"That's it," Arnold declared, bend forward and bit Helga's neck, earning a high-pitched moan from her. "you're driving drive me crazy!"

"That's the pot calling the kettle black… You're such a surprise in my life, Arnold." Helga gasped and threw her head back, her fingers twitching around the bedsheets until her skin went red. "I didn't expect to… ever… ever feel like this… for a-anyone!"

"Me neither." Arnold answered and wrapped his arms around her leg, forcing her even closer to him until her leg was stretched straight to the air. "I don't care what anyone thinks or says. I need you, Helga. I-I need you back in my life."

"I-I need you in my life too, Arnold. Please get me… get me out of this toxic house!"

"I will." Arnold replied as his motions got ragged. "I-I swear I will!"

The blondes screamed each other's names in chorus as they each reached their powerful orgasms. Arnold fell down on Helga's body unceremoniously, her leg ending up flat on the mattress along with the rest of her body. His hand found hers and he felt her hold his hand tightly for a moment before she relaxed completely under him.

Once Arnold's strength was back, he leaned up and looked down at Helga's serene sleeping face. She was breathing slowly and heavily and her face contorted in absolute peace. He smiled adoringly at her, his hand removing a lock of her hair from her face. She smiled in her sleep and leaned into his touch. His smile turned sad and he removed himself from her.

After getting redressed, Arnold folded Helga's clothes and put them on her nightstand. He then carried her to the end of the bed, her head placed neatly on her pillow and her duvet covering her naked body. He sighed as he kissed her forehead.

"I meant what I said, Helga…" he whispered as he went towards the door. "I promise I will get you out of here… I just hope you have a home to return to when I do." He continued and looked at her one last time before he walked out the door.

Author's 2nd note: "Tu aurais envie de faire l'amour ce soir" supposedly means something along the lines of: "You will want to make love tonight." I was planning to quote the Lady Marmelade song at first, but then the internet told me that that sentence in the song was kinda an awkward and formal way to ask that question and that seemed out of character for Helga so I tried to Google a better way xD

The song Helga is dancing to in the nightclub is supposed to be "Bad girlfriend" by Theory of a dead man.