Things are not the way you dreamed for

Summary: Helga, after years of suffering for love and attention, finally confesses her love to Arnold. And he accepts the facts. But Arnold is not the guy she thought he would be. Find out inside.

II

What about Arnold?

The room was a mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere. Food plates with finished chicken bones, some broken baseball bat, middle hanging posters of a known Hillwood rock band, the Destroyers filled the room. A Megastation Z was left alone with its connected 32" screen LCD TV, playing a demo of Immortal Combat. Through all of this, Arnold and Gerald were smoking pot. Oh, they thought, the liberties, having freedom for themselves.

Gerald turned to watch Arnold relax with the weed and place his head over his pillow. "Arnold, ma' man, whatcha doin' on Sunday night?". It was a Friday.

Arnold lifted his head a bit, looking at Gerald in half-lidded red eyes. "I thought you were gonna say Saturday…", he drifted back to his pillow.

Gerald shook his head. "Nope. I said Sunday. Sunnnnday!", he slurred.

"Well, if you ask me, it's our…", he counted two with his fingers. "…second no-school-Sunday, so that would make it no school day… nothing I'm doing, I suppose then.". He shifted a hand to match it with Gerald in a high five, but Gerald was too dizzy because of the pot to really do it.

"I know what we can do! Let's go watch that new movie… What its name was?", he took his chin in his hands in deep thought. "Oh yeah, 'Monsters Monsters and More Monsters Part 3'".

Arnold waved a hand. "I'm in!".

"I'm buying the tickets, and I'll be here in Sunday to give yours, fifty-fifty like always, bro", Gerald said.

"Don't go too early 'cause you know I'm a party monster on Saturday nights", Arnold waved the other hand.

They laughed. Arnold, while laughing, made a sudden move of making love to the air, then waving his butt around like if he was dancing, then made a Michael Jackson move and then a dolphin one move, but he was too drugged to notice he was acting kinda stupid. Gerald watched while laughing hard at his friend. Sure the weed was powerful enough to make them imagine they were stars in a red carpet.

"Stop it, you're making me sweat from laughing, man!", yelled Gerald, gasping for air.

"Oh, you're just jealous 'cause I learned those moves from you then I perfectioned them!", Arnold put his hands over his hips, pouting in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Nah, I'm not jealous, dude, I'm cool. I'll go get the tickets and I'll call ya later.", Gerald said. As he was going to open the lock to go downstairs, he was stopped by Arnold and a sudden hand to his shoulder.

"Not so fast, hair boy!", Arnold said in a Helga-like tone attitude. He looked pissed off.

Gerald turned around, clearly confunded. "What the fuck, man?".

Arnold cracked open a smile. "You owe me a last Immortal Combat game! You're winning 2-3!".

"Sure, dumbass!", Gerald smiled. He strolled and grabbed a joypad. "You sure you want to get yo' ass kicked again?", he asked, before pressing Start.

Outside from Sunset Arms, in a nearby alley, Helga was hearing the noises of a strong fight, but she couldn't figure what was going on. She was just dedicating her last poems to her beloved, unknowingly aware of their current situation. She thought there was a struggle.

"Arnold!", that's all she thought of.

Without even knocking, she bursted through the Sunset Arms main door and headed upstairs where she already knew Arnold's room was there. In a sudden karate-like move, she kicked the door open and it smashed violently on the wall. Arnold and Gerald raised their hands, not looking back, closing their eyes, scared.

"We didn't know, officer, I swear!", Gerald screamed.

"Shut up, idiot!", Arnold yelled.

"Where did you get these stuff?", Helga asked, dumbfounded as she looked at the big screen LCD TV as two characters appeared on screen about to clash each other.

"The pot was on the streets, yo'!", Gerald screamed, just as a demo appeared again on the spot.

"Shh, you retard!", Arnold shushed Gerald. He turned around and he was about to do a speech, when he spotted Helga G. Pataki still looking dumbfounded at them. "Wha-What are you doing here?".

Helga blushed her cheeks. "Well, I heard some weird noises out there and I thought you were in—wait a minute. Did you said pot?!", she suddenly asked, alarmed.

"Baruj aka Ad'nai—", Gerald prayed, still on his knees, expecting Helga to beat them both to a pulp.

Arnold shook his head. "No, this idiot said pot, I said what are you doing here?".

"Well I thought you were in some kind of trouble, so I came to… see… if everything was…", Helga started. But as she looked at Arnold, she blushed furiously again. She shook herself, clearing her head. "I say if you assholes get caught smoking that shit you're gonna meet me as well as a witness, 'cause I wanna see your football headed shape in jail! Ha!".

With that statement, she closed the door, which creaked open again as she broke it. There Arnold stood looking like an idiot, watching Helga's back at the stairs, making another poem.

"Oh, Arnold! I'm an inconsiderate brute! How could I have abandoned you! Of course you would get turn around by smoking pot! I was the one who bullied you for years, and recently I found your beloved Grandpa Phil died! And I'm still treating you like dirt, even though I really—really—reallyyyyy…", she turned surprised around just to see her face to face with Arnold himself.

"What? You really what, Helga?", he asked, clearly pissed off.

She stepped back, almost falling from stairs. "Ahhh!", she was starting to fall off the stairs, wide-eyed and scared, when Arnold grabbed her hand quickly enough. "Gotcha!", he stated.

He pulled her up back again, and she was nose to nose with him. There she formed a sudden lovestruck look on her face, on which she did realize, and slapped herself before he could notice.

Arnold smiled, sheepishly. "So…", he rubbed the back of his hair.

"So…", she simply blushed and looked away.

"Weren't you going to say something?", he encouraged.

"Just-", she started, but she clam it shut. She turned around. "Forget it, Football-head. You're not gonna like it anyways". She started to leave, heading downstairs to the main door.

"W-wait, Helga!", he desperately ran downstairs, and he stepped in front of her body.

"What's the problem with you, buck-o? I'm leaving! I said you're not going to like my statement!", she walked past him.

Arnold stood, and crossed his arms on his chest. "Well, that's not true! I have ears. You still didn't spill it out!".

"Maybe… some other time…", Helga brushed it off, nervous at the main door, and not looking back.

"Just say it, Helga! Otherwise, why did you come here? Why is it your concern my Grandpa passed away? Why is it about you caring about my smoking issues? Why, Helga, why?", Arnold started asking questions, and turned Helga boiling hot as a tomato.

"Ok, I still LOVE YOU and your STUPID FOOTBALL HEADED FACE and all that concerns around you! Damn it! Criminy! There! I said it! Happy?!".