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: After Arnold found out why Helga had moved in with Bob, he decided it was time for Miriam to know as well. Miriam wasn't all that willing to tell Miles about her former drinking habits, but Arnold convinces her that it was going to be ok. Miles was angry that Miriam had lied, but told her he still wanted to marry her.
After picking Helga up from Bob's house, officially leaving him in the past, Miles confronted the two women. Arnold realized he wasn't sure whether Helga truly trusted him and confronted her himself once their parents had left. Not only did he experience the very first apology of Helga G. Pataki – he also got try and take control in bed for once.
Author's 1st note: I don't know what to say! Meh! Happy reading xD
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 22: "Marrying a nuthouse"
"I'm begging you, Helga!"
"No!" The blonde girl replied what felt like the hundredth time to her. "Miriam, this is asking too much! I accepted being a bridesmaid and walk up the aisle with Arnold to stand next to you and Miles, I said I'd wear that satin stool sample you call a dress, but I am not playing guitar at the wedding! Nu-uh, no way, not gonna happen!"
"Oh, but, Helga! It'll only be one song of whatever you pick! I'm not asking you to replace the band or something." Miriam pleaded and Helga's resolve seemed to falter.
"I don't know…"
"Just one love song and you can choose whichever."
"Love song…?"
"Well yes, it is a wedding, Helga."
The blonde girl groaned. "I don't know… playing guitar in front of a bunch of strangers is already way out of my comfort zone, but a love song too…"
"Strangers? Helga, they are your family." Miriam pointed out.
"Yeah, exactly. Strangers." She retorted.
"You won't be playing alone." Miles interfered from his armchair. "Arnold has already agreed to play on his mouth harmonica."
Helga looked to her left at her very soon-to-be stepbrother who shrugged innocently. Truth be told, he'd had to hold down his eagerness when his dad had asked him earlier if he wanted to play with his stepsister at the wedding.
Helga smirked knowingly before she sighed and nodded in relinquishment. "Fine. Fine! But that's my wedding present to you two." She said and the engaged couple laughed. "No, really. I'm serious; that's all you're getting."
Miriam nodded. "I'm just happy that I will finally get to hear my daughter play." She answered and waved at them. "Go, go! Go plan what you're gonna play and sing."
Arnold and Helga stood up obediently and went upstairs. "Any ideas, my overzealous Football Head?" the blonde girl asked as she looked at the boy's grin and she held the door open for him. He kissed her cheek before he went into his room and grabbed his laptop. Helga sat down and waited for him to join her.
"Actually, I do." Arnold replied and plumbed down next to her. "I was thinking we could choose a Disney song."
"Disney?" Helga asked with a curious eyebrow arched.
"Yeah. Disney has made so many famous love songs and I figured it would be easier if we had a category. Also, it might be fun if others could join in on the singing."
"Fair enough." Helga replied and leaned closer to look at the screen. "Anything more specific?"
"Well, I think we should choose an older one since dad and Miriam probably don't know the newer ones."
"Yeah, I'd say that Love is an open door is also as overused as it gets."
"And if possible I think we should choose one that fits them."
Helga hummed. "I don't remember any Disney songs celebrating second marriages between drunks and blockheads." She muttered thoughtfully and chuckled at the slanted look Arnold shot her. "We need to find one with a sound that works for a mouth harmonica too…"
"Let's start brainstorming then."
Helga visibly cringed and the soft sound she had been playing on the guitar halted instantly. Arnold let his hands, which were holding his mouth harmonica, fall to his lap as he stared at the closed door. He looked at Helga when she sighed deeper than she ever had before.
"Was that your sister?"
"If you're referring to the person who made that pig-sounded squeal then yes." Helga replied, put her guitar away and hit her face in her hands in horror.
"For a moment I thought it was Abner who had returned from the dead." Arnold joked and put his mouth harmonica away. "Come on, let's go downstairs and say hello."
"I'd rather say goodbye." Helga announced childishly and crossed her arms.
"She's your sister."
"I'm your sister too."
"Not in the same way, I hope. Come on; aren't you happy on Miriam's behalf at least? She wasn't even sure that she'd come."
"Sure, but does Olga have to live here?"
"Where is my beloved baby sister?" Olga bellowed happily from downstairs.
"On her way down to hell." Helga answered in a low voice as she stood up.
"It's gonna be ok," Arnold said and kissed her cheek. "I'll be your buffer."
Both Arnold and Helga had been bracing themselves mentally for this weekend. Miles and Miriam were finally getting married this Saturday and everything was as it should be… according to the soon-to-be-wed couple. According to Helga, the fact that Olga wasn't just coming to the wedding and was bringing her boyfriend with her, but was even going to stay in their house through the weekend was worth the crawling of her skin she had felt ever since she found out.
Helga walked down the stairs with heavy steps, feeling Arnold's relaxing presence behind her that only barely kept her from flying off the handle when she saw her big sister. Sheesh, that woman hasn't aged in ten years. She observed and flinched when Olga hugged her.
"Oh, baby sister, I have missed you so much!" the taller woman said and her bobbed hair swayed when she bounced.
"Uh-huh. Where did Miriam and Miles go?" Helga asked, trying to hold down the choking feeling she felt whenever her big sister touched her.
"Oh, they went into the kitchen." Olga replied and let go of Helga. "You know, you have become quite the lovely young lady."
"Oh, yeah." Helga said and held out her sweatpants. "I'm every gentleman's dream."
If only you knew. Arnold thought and chuckled. He had expected Olga to frown or scold Helga for her sarcasm, but the blonde woman obviously didn't even notice. Instead she looked directly at Arnold.
"Oh, are you Arnold?" Olga asked and her smile seemed to change though Arnold figured he could be mistaken; he didn't know her very well after all.
"Uh, yeah. Hi. Nice to meet you." Arnold said and offered her his hand. She took it gently, too gently in Arnold's opinion. It almost felt like she didn't really want to touch him.
"Nice to meet you too, Arnold. How old are you?"
"Uh, I turned 17 last year."
"Oh! And soon Helga will be too. It's lucky that you two are so close in age. I'm already 27. Ugh, I feel so old!" she joked and giggled sweetly before she put her arm over Helga's shoulder. "But our age difference never came between me and my beloved baby sister."
"Yeah, years and time could never change how I feel about you." Helga snorted. Olga cooed happily and hugged her, oblivious to her sister's discomfort.
A cough behind Olga caught their attention and Olga smiled at the man behind her. "Helga, there's a very special person I want you to meet." She said and walked to him to put her hand on his shoulder. "This is Edward Rinehart, my boyfriend."
Edward Rinehart. Helga thought in disbelief at the formal-sounding name and eyed the man next to her sister. He looks an awful lot like Doug LeSham… Oh, crap. Helga remembered one of Olga's former boyfriends whom Helga had busted in lie after lie and figured out that he was a con-artist. She had in the beginning been joyous of the thought of Olga wasting her life on a jerk like that, but realized soon that it would have been a destiny she wouldn't have wanted to her worst enemy; which happened to be Olga.
"Uh, sweety, my name is Ed." The bleached blonde man in the light blue suit said and offered his hand to Helga who took it suspiciously.
"Oh, but, darling, I am positive that you look so much more like an Edward." Olga giggled and the man simply huffed with good humor and shook Arnold's hand right after. "Helga, I would just love it if you would join me and Edward for tea."
Helga cringed on the inside. "Olga, as much as I'd just like to do some sisterly bonding with you and get to know Ed then Arnold and I really need to get back to my room."
"What are you two doing?" Olga asked curiously.
"We're doing homework - - "
"A song for the wedding." Arnold answered over Helga's lie and looked at her in surprise when he realized she had been about to lie. She shot him a cold stare and he realized his mistake when Olga gasped excitedly.
"A song for the wedding?! Ooh, baby sister! Mommy finally convinced you to perform? Oh, I am so happy! This weekend just turned ten times better! You must let me perform with you!"
"Olga!" Helga interrupted with a voice Olga knew very well and made her go quiet. "It's kinda my and Arnold's project and we've been practicing for a while so… while we appreciate the offer then we'd really like to do this ourselves."
To Arnold's surprise, but not Helga's, tears started welling in Olga's eyes. "Oh, but, baby sister… I just want to be a part of your life."
You already are too much in it. Helga thought with a groan. "Yeah, I get that, but the wedding is tomorrow. We can't possibly include you now. Also, this is our wedding present to them and I know for sure that you have already bought them something grand and marvelous so you are all covered." She said.
Olga giggled happily at the comment and wiped her eyes dry. Unlike the last time Helga had seen her sister cry, Olga didn't have to remove any mascara. Perhaps she had finally realized that waterproof mascara was made for women like her; crybabies.
"I understand. Thank you, Helga. I'll be looking forward to see you two perform." Olga said. Helga and Arnold saw their chance to walk upstairs, but Olga stopped them. "Oh, but could you still join us for tea, Helga? Just for a half hour? I will leave you and Arnold alone for the rest of the day. Please."
Helga, who had her back turned to them since she had been about to walk up the stairs with Arnold, shivered on the inside. Arnold leaned closer to her. "A half hour can't be that bad…" he whispered and noticed the deadly stare she showed him. He leaned back in fear. "But then again, what do I know?"
Helga sighed and crossed her arms as she turned to look at her sister. "Shouldn't Arnold come along? You should get to know your stepbrother as much as I should get to know your boyfriend." She pointed out.
Arnold's eyes widened. "Why?" he whispered in horror.
"Why not?" Helga whispered back with a smirk.
"Oh! Um… y-yes, sure. You have a point, Helga. That is if Arnold would like to join us?" Olga asked. Arnold was sure he could see hope in her eyes, but not hope for him to join them. Arnold had promised to be Helga's buffer though so he nodded. Olga seemed to flinch for less than a second, but then smiled brightly and waved for the two blondes to follow her and Ed to their Bentley.
I'm in a nightmare and I can't wake up… Helga thought as Olga went on and on about her fabulous life in New York with Ed whom she continuously called Edward despite his clear annoyance with it. Apparently, he wasn't a con-artist like her former boyfriend Doug. Helga had been looking for every sign of a lie, but he seemed legitimate so she had given up. Also, she didn't truly care.
Helga kept stirring her black coffee for no other reason than boredom when Olga suddenly gasped. "Arnold, you're already out of tea. Would you like to order another cup with me?" she asked and gestured for her own empty cup. She didn't wait for his answer though, she simply stood up and patted him on his shoulder.
Arnold followed her obediently, but looked at Helga for a short moment. He was just as bored as she was, but he was better at hiding it. Or more like he wanted to hide it. He suddenly noticed that Olga was talking to him and he looked at her.
"How did you do it?" Olga asked with a small smile.
"D-Do what?"
"Get such a good relationship with Helga." Olga explained. "I have tried getting closer to my baby sister ever since she was born, but she keeps pushing me away. How did you become such good friends with her in just a half year?"
I'm having sex with her. Arnold thought and snickered internally. Damn it, my humor is starting to reflect Helga's. "Well… we did have our problems in the beginning. We didn't really like each other."
"What changed?"
"Uh… I think maybe we just started… accepting each other. I mean, we live together so we had to learn to tolerate one another and… Olga, I think the only reason we get more along is because we are growing up together. You and her never had that chance."
"It just saddens me that my sister hates me so much…" Olga admitted gloomily.
Oh, so she isn't blind… Arnold thought and sighed. "Helga doesn't hate you. She's just… a private person. Trust me, I know that too."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. I still can't tell what she thinks half the time even though we spend so many hours together every day in school and at home." Arnold said fondly and smiled at her. "I'm sure you're not doing anything wrong, Olga. Helga just doesn't let people into her life so easily."
Olga smiled at Arnold, a genuine smile this time and caressed his shoulder. "Thank you, Arnold. That means a lot…" she said and went to order their tea.
During Olga and Arnold's conversation, Helga had turned to look at Ed who was smiling at her in a way she didn't like. "So, Helga… Olga talks a lot about you."
"Remember there's two sides to every story."
Ed laughed heartily at Helga's joke. "Yeah, she warned me that you were a pistol. Frankly, I like your sense of humor. You seem unusually bored right now though."
"I'm in a fucking tea house, do I look like I belong here?" Helga said and gestured to her clothes.
"It's interesting." Ed declared and folded his hands on the table. "With the way Olga described you, I had expected someone more… um…"
"Fairy-like?"
Ed snickered. "Perhaps more like a diamond in the rough… but I must admit that I am positively surprised." He said and gave Helga a look that made her frown in confusion. She knew that look, but she was praying that it was the coffee doing things to her and she decided to ignore him.
Luckily Arnold and Olga came back that moment and Helga sighed in relief. She smiled at Arnold. "Do you like your tea?" she asked somewhat sarcastically. She knew that while she loathed tea, it wasn't that Arnold liked it too much either even if he didn't hate it too. He felt weird ordering something else though since they had technically invited them for tea and not coffee like Helga had ordered. He didn't care much for coffee either though, especially not a black one.
Arnold gave his best smile. "Very much. Do you like your coffee?"
"More than you like your tea." Helga whispered and lifted the cup to her lips. She was using both her hands and that was a habit of hers, Arnold had just noticed. With big porcelain cups she tended to use both her hands. It also didn't matter how hot the coffee was, she'd always blow on it just before drinking from it. He forced himself to look away from her though and attempt to follow the conversation Olga had just restarted about her and Ed's life in New York.
"Oh, Helga, I would just love it if you could come and visit us in New York sometime." Olga said, but Helga hummed uninterested. Olga held out her hand for Helga to look at and finally got her attention. Helga almost spit her coffee out, but managed to choke it down. Arnold patted her back as he stared at Olga's hand as well.
"You're getting married?!" Helga asked in disbelief and put a napkin to her mouth to remove the coffee drops that had escaped from her lips.
"Yes!" Olga replied excitedly and planted a lip-gloss sticky kiss on Ed's cheek. "Edward proposed just before we left out apartment. I'm going to stop working so I can take care of the house and support my sweetheart."
This sounds familiar. Helga thought, but felt a very different feeling soar through her than the one she had felt the first time Olga had declared she wanted to get married and become a housewife. "But… what about your dreams, Olga? Piano-player, actress… what about the Inuit children?" she asked.
"Oh, all those dreams were just getting in the way of my true happiness; taking care of my man." Olga insisted obliviously happy.
"Well… congratulations, Olga." Arnold said, unsure what else to say. "Have you told Miriam?"
"Not yet." Olga answered and started getting into a long conversation about how she was going to break the news to her parents. Helga wasn't listening though. A feeling of great apprehension was coursing through her and she couldn't shake it off. Not even when they were on their way home.
Arnold would have to be extremely dense and blind in order not to see that Helga was distracted once they were in her room again and were practicing their song, or attempting it at least. "Helga, what's on your mind?" he asked and put his mouth harmonica away.
Helga stopped playing and considered telling him it was nothing, but she didn't feel like hiding her feelings, not from him. Which was scary to begin with, but she ignored it and put her guitar away. With a sigh she lied down on the bed with her head nestled comfortably on the pillow. Arnold lied down next to her and waited for her to explain.
"It' just… the whole… Olga getting married thing."
"You don't like Ed?"
"I don't, but that's not why." Helga admitted and sighed once more. "When Miriam was young, she was brilliant and talented. She could have become anything she wanted, but she married Bob, became a housewife and started drinking! As much as I hate to admit it then Olga is brilliant and talented as well and what does she do? She gets engaged and wants to become a freaking housewife too!"
"Are you worried she's gonna end up like Miriam?" Arnold asked.
Helga looked at him, about to reply, but then stopped herself. No. She thought. I'm afraid I'm gonna end up like them both…
Arnold noticed Helga's reluctance and moved to kiss her. She sighed, put her hand on his cheek and kissed him back. The kiss was brief though and Arnold put his hand on her cheek as well. "Helga, I congratulated Olga, but that doesn't mean I agree with her decision." He admitted and the blue eyes in front of him got big. "I mean, come on. If it makes her happy, let her do what she wants, but she did just go back a hundred years in time."
Helga chuckled, but she was still too surprised for it to be hearty. "How did you know that was what I was bothered with?" she asked with a fond smile on her face.
Arnold shrugged. "I'd say I know you, at least a little by now… Also, I agree with you. I'd hate to see you end up as a housewife. You're too talented for that, you can do so much more with your - - " he answered, but was muffled by her lips on his own.
"You sweet idiot." Helga announced with a wider grin than Arnold had ever seen her with. He chuckled breathlessly as she straddled him and started kissing him eagerly. He had obviously said the right thing and that made him happy because it had been his true feelings as well. He would be lying if he claimed that he hadn't had small fantasies about how their life would turn out if they stayed together and eventually moved out of Miriam and Miles' house. He had no particular dream yet, except he wanted Helga to be in it, but he knew he had never imagined her as a housewife.
"Baby sister?" Olga's voice asked outside the door. When she walked in, Arnold and Helga were sitting innocently on the bed with their instruments in their hands. Their reflexes had been polished since they started their relationship and so had their sense of hearing. Olga smiled and Helga noticed the elegant cocktail dress she was wearing and wondered where on earth she was going. "Oh, there you are. I'm sorry to interrupt, but mommy and Miles have invited us all out to dinner."
"That can't be true." Helga insisted.
"Why ever not?"
"Because they know I'm going to sleep at Phoebe's place and Arnold at Gerald's." she lied. Well, not completely.
Arnold and Helga hadn't had the time to have actual quality time together because of the song so they had called Phil and Gertie and asked if they could spend the night there. They had happily complied and had even offered dinner and so, Arnold and Helga had told Miles and Miriam the lie that they were both going to spend their Friday nights with their best friends. Separately of course.
"Oh, so that's why they only invited me and Edward… Are you sure you'd rather spend time with your best friends you see every day rather than me?" Olga asked sadly.
Damn, she's good. Helga thought, but nodded. "I promised Phoebe I'd spend time with her tonight, Olga and didn't you always tell me you should keep your promises?"
Olga sighed, but also smiled at her little sister. "That's true and I'm happy to have taught you something. Well, have fun, you two! I guess I will see you tomorrow morning?" she asked and the blonde teenagers nodded. "Goodnight." She said before closing the door.
Helga sighed in relief. "Good thing we planned ahead. I couldn't stand another outing with Olga and her sorry excuse for a fiancé." She said and scowled when she remembered his words from earlier.
"Is something wrong?"
"Damn, you're getting observant, huh?" Helga chuckled and put her guitar away. "I don't know. Does Ed seem… weird to you?"
"I think he seems pretty normal."
"You haven't been alone with him…" Helga decided and stood up from the bed. "I, uh… I think I'll try to talk to him. I don't think I trust him."
"I thought you didn't care?" Arnold asked with a knowing smirk on his face.
Helga stuck her tongue out at him which was answer enough before she walked out the door. She could hear Olga's excited voice from downstairs, but went towards the guest room first, hoping Ed was indeed there so she could talk to him alone. She knocked on the door and heard his voice inside. She walked in and saw him stand in the middle of the room in a pair of black pants, shoes and nothing else.
"Oh, sorry." Helga said casually and looked away. She could hear Ed chuckle and noticed in her peripheral vision that he was grabbing a white dress shirt.
"That's just fine, Helga. I didn't exactly warn you." He answered.
Good point. Why didn't you warn me?
"What's on your mind?"
"Oh, um…" Helga started, but then realized that she couldn't exactly confront him about something that was only her own gut feeling. "I, uh… well, Arnold and I aren't joining you guys for dinner so I thought - - "
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Ed interrupted and turned around, showing his toned abs.
Congratulations, Olga. Helga thought with an inner smile.
"I had been looking forward to get to know my… sister-in-law." Ed said in a way that gave Helga that feeling of dread again. She frowned when he walked closer to her and she backed away until she felt the door hit her back and he was close enough for her to smell his cologne.
Ugh, what is it with creeps and cologne?! They all seem to be wearing the same one! Helga thought and ignored the temptation to wave her hand in front of her face.
"You know, Helga…" Ed said and leaned down until he was at Helga's eyelevel and his bare chest was closer to her own. "I didn't propose to Olga."
"Excuse me?"
"She proposed to me. It's her own idea, I haven't even said yes."
"You don't even want to marry her, do you?" Helga asked and felt a sigh of relief fill her when she finally figured out what was so off about him.
Ed shook his head. "I mean, she's a nice girl, but… I don't like nice girls." He said and put his hand next to Helga's head and she looked at it. "I've always had a weakness for girls like you."
"And what are girls like me?" Helga asked with an uninterested look in her eyes. She knew the answer already; bad girls, dangerous girls, girls that could give men like Ed that much needed kick in the ass they secretly desired. Ed only shot her a smirk so she continued. "Why are you even with Olga then? She's as unlike me as you get."
"Well, I was planning to dump her a week ago when she started telling me about her family, which included her sister - - "
"And you decided to stick around to meet the infamous brat and hope she was stupid enough to fall for your charm. I bet you're the one who convinced Olga to come to the wedding to begin with."
Ed whistled with impression. "You are a smart girl too. I might just keep you around…" he said and leaned closer, closing his eyes. Helga grabbed the door handle, opened the door and stepped to the side and watched as Ed fell forward and down on the floor.
Arnold, who had been walking through the hallway, jumped back in shock and stared at Helga who didn't notice him as she went to kick Ed where it hurt. "Olga's always been a rotten picker, but you are by no doubt the most rotten one!" she said and jumped over him and walked towards the stairs.
"Helga!" Arnold called and jumped over Ed as well who was rolling on the floor in agony. He quickly caught up with Helga and walked down the stairs with her. "What happened?"
"Edward, darling?" Olga asked and appeared from the living room. "Oh, Helga. Did you hear Edwards' voice just now?"
"I should have." Helga replied and crossed her arms, barely noticing that Miriam and Miles had appeared too. "I'm the one who kicked him so hard that he won't be able to have children. If you ask me, I did the world a favor."
"Helga!" Miriam bellowed in shock while Miles was cringing at the imaginary pain he felt from her words. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"Because I've always wanted to do that and I finally found someone who truly deserved it. Olga, I'm… Olga, Ed has been lying to you." Helga answered.
"What… What do you mean, baby sister?" Olga asked with confused tears welling in her eyes.
Helga sighed. "Ed doesn't want to marry you, he - - "
"Marry?!" Miriam repeated in shock and sighed.
"Not now, Miriam!" Helga said. "Olga, Ed doesn't deserve you, not by a long shot. He's a sleaze ball! He was hitting on me just now."
"What?!" they all screamed.
As if on cue, Ed came limping down the stairs. "Olga, babe… I can explain." He insisted, but Olga was frowning at him.
"No, you can't." she said and helped him down the stairs which confused them all. "I believe my baby sister. She would never lie about such a thing. Leave. Now."
"But, Olga - - "
"Leave!" Olga screamed and pushed him until he reached the door. She opened it for him and pushed him one last time and shut the door loudly. She then turned around to show her tear-stained face which she hid quickly. "Why does this always happen to me?" she sobbed.
Miriam immediately went to console her oldest daughter who cried heavily on her shoulder. "There, there, sweety. I'd say you dodged a bullet. You shouldn't get married so young anyway." She insisted and led her into the living room.
Miles sighed heavily and shook his head. "It's never going to get boring with your family, is it?"
Helga snorted. "You're basically marrying a nuthouse." She answered honestly.
Miles chuckled good-heartedly and looked at his watch. "Oh, you kids better be going. You shouldn't let your friends wait." He said kindly. "We'll take care of your sister, Helga, don't you worry."
"I'm not worried." Helga retorted and walked back up the stairs.
Miles shook his head in amusement, patted his son's shoulder as a way of saying goodbye and went into the living room to help Miriam comfort Olga. Arnold quickly ran up, but instead of going into his own room to pack a small bag with what he would need until tomorrow morning, he went into Helga's room. She was in the middle of some actual packing, but when she heard him, she shrieked.
"Criminy, you scared me!"
"He hit on you?"
"Hard to believe, huh?"
"No, that's not what - - "
"I know." Helga interrupted and went to kiss him. They both sighed into the kiss and Helga shivered in disgust right after. "I can still smell his cologne."
"Cologne?"
"What is it with perverts and cologne? Is that just a collective thing they have agreed on?" Helga asked as she let her hands fall down Arnold's arms and tangled her fingers with his.
He shrugged innocently. "I never wear cologne."
Helga hummed happily and nuzzled her nose against the crook of his neck. "I've noticed…" she whispered and inhaled deeply, which caused Arnold to shiver at the ticklish feeling. "You smell of something though…"
"Th-That must be my shampoo…" he admitted and felt her lift her nose to his tuffs of hair.
"Oh, yeah… something fruity, right? Wait, let me guess… Apricot?"
"You-You have a good sense of smell…"
Helga inhaled deeply again and sighed in pleasure. "It suits you…"
"Uh, H-Helga?"
"Hm?"
"Could we… go to Sunset Arms soon?" he asked, almost pleaded really.
Helga chuckled in humor. "Eager, are we?" she teased before she kissed him, making sure to hold his hands tightly so he couldn't touch her as she did. Then she let completely go of him and took a couple of steps back, holding her hands behind her back. "You better go packing then. I'm actually ahead of you."
Arnold chuckled breathlessly and smirked at her. "Race you." He declared before he ran back to his room, leaving a laughing Helga in his wake.
Author's 2nd note: Still don't know what to say except… what Disney song do you think Arnold and Helga will choose? It's an old Disney song I'll tell you ;) Please tell me what your guess is! :D