XI

Issues

Arnold relaxed, comfortably, naked in bed, under the covers, putting an arm around Helga's shoulders and smiled. "That was fun!".

Helga felt his arm around her, and cuddled. "Damn, football head! You sure know how to please women…", she said, as she smiled and closed her eyes.

He looked at her angel beside him, and closed his eyes, confidently enough. "That's because I slept with a few before." He realized he was talking to Helga. "Not that I care, really".

Helga's eyes shot open. "Oh, you mean…?".

He nodded, a little embarrased. "Yep. Lila, and Rhonda".

She almost fell from bed. "RHONDA?! As in Rhonda Wellington Lloyd?".

He nodded, again. More confident, he sighed. "It sorta happened a few weeks ago. She thought that I had money. She already knew my grandpa was sick and that I would be the new heir, since my parents were declared dead for being almost 20 years missing. And I was depressed, and lonely, so, each one expressed our mutual feelings of having some needs to be covered", he explained.

She was curious, of course. She raised an eyebrown. "And, may I ask, what happened to Princess?".

Arnold chuckled at the nickname. "The obvious. Being in a relationship that was only for heritage and sex, wouldn't work. There wasn't any mutual love. Although her body was delicious indeed, she was a pain in the ass. Obnoxious, racist, jealous of everything, she wanted to go shopping all the fucking time. Her own mind was cuckoo! That maybe is the reason she found a better partner with Curly. So she broke up with me and two days later, she started dating him. They're still going on", as he explained more, he looked at Helga's face to see her reaction.

Helga blinked a few times, and glared. "And that's why I never EVER could have been friends with her. I could be a badass alright, but I'm not the racist type. Although I'm jealous, who wouldn't be?".

Arnold glanced at her. "I get it you're the jealous type. You kicked Lila's butt today!", he chuckled slightly.

Her cheeks went red. "Well, as a matter of fact, Arnold, she was in no position to take what's mine, and mine only", she said, as she playfully poked him on the chest.

He kissed her forehead. "Let's get some sleep, alright?".

"Well… I don't know about you, but I was thinking of taking a shower", she playfully poked him on the cheeks.

Arnold wiggled his eyebrowns. "A shower? As in, together?", he asked.

She shrugged, and smiled. Arnold nodded, and stood up, naked as he was. He disappeared through the door, as he brought up some towels. Helga laughed in her mind at the thought of someone seeing him from outside, but her thoughts were broken when he threw her a towel that landed on her face. He laughed as she glared at him.

"The last one is a rotten egg!", he smiled as he childisly started walking to the only bathroom of the house, giving her advantage to run after him.

"Oh, no, you don't!", she yelled, as she ran behind him.

Arnold opened the shower and Helga stepped in the bathtub. She teased him as she kneeled to grab the soap, as she showed her butt at him, as she smiled. Surprised at first, he smiled as he stepped in the bathtub with her, grabbing her from behind, and teasing her with his own manhood. The shower ran freely through both bodies. They both moaned, but she moaned loudly as he kissed her neck and started moving inside of her inch by inch. They kissed, and moaned of pleasure. He couldn't take it anymore and spluttered his fluids inside her.

After a nice shower, they began dressing, slowly, tiredly, sweating. Looking at each other with lust glares, bringing their desires up, it was painful enough for them to resist not doing another Helga and Arnold magic moment. But the time to sleep came, and they crawled to bed before Arnold turned off the lights and Helga snugged to his hairy chest before both fell asleep.

A few minutes later, a dream was cast upon Helga's own head.

It was Sunset Arms, alright, only a bit abandoned. Front door and windows partially covered in wood tablons, bottles of beer scattered all over the pavement, a cat howling scared in horror. Her body suddenly came across the door without even her knowing. Sitting his butt on the couch, was a fat Arnold, drinking his beer, his belly button showing between his sweating shirt, and blue shorts, while watching TV, smoking cigarettes, the classic old bum. A second, but pregnant Helga came through the kitchen with a light cigarette on her mouth, with a cookie on a plate, as she sat in the corner of the couch and crossed her legs. She looked terrible, and skinny. She had a pink dress alright, the same pink bow on her head. She let her pig tails again and her unibrown grow, as she had bags under her eyes. She smiled a practical toothless face to him, as she planted a mushy kiss on his forehead and watched TV with him. Suddenly, the lights cut off, leaving them both surprised.

Helga woke up, squealing and sweating from her weird dream as she sat on the bed, panting. She looked at Arnold, snoring and smiling, but the feeling she would be a stupid idiot with him caught her terribly upset with herself. She would resolve those questions tomorrow, as she decided not to wake him up. She loved him so much to just let a stupid scary dream get her. She let her thoughts go away, as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The dream continued where it left off.

The eyes of Arnold in the obscurity closed as he let out a groan. "Oh, no! I forgot today was the last day of payment!".

Helga let out a soft whisper, as her eyes semi-closed in the darkness, letting a "Don't ya worry, honeyy! We still got your college funds to get the electrician move on his butt!", she slurred.

The eyes of Arnold fluttered open. "Gee, that's right, Hell girl! That's why I love you sho much!".

"And we still got Stinky's assistance. He said he someday will contact some other people as boarders. Well, not that I care, but that was 2 years ago, right?".

They laughed and found their lips, as they kissed.

"Mommy! Daddy! There's no power on my Wii-Chu!", a kid asked.

Helga groaned, while she turned on a candle. "I know, Albert-o! Go play with your sister outside! We will take care of matters!".

Albert grabbed what it seemed like a bat with nails sticking out. "Oh, sis!".

The dream ended abruptly and Helga let out a scream of horror. She pushed Arnold out of bed, and that's when Arnold woke up.

He placed his chin on the bed, as he rubbed his head. "Ow! Helga! What the-You ok?", he asked, as he turned on the lights. He found her staring at him with a glare. "What?", he asked, staring back at her.

"Get-the-fuck-out".

Arnold blinked a few times, before scratching his head. "Oh, that's a good one. Why should I? This is my house".

"I mean out of the room, buck-o!", she screamed at him.

He gasped at her sudden change of behavior. "You seem tense!".

Helga scoffed. "You would be if you would spend the rest of your days living as a copy of Oskar's wife!".

Now he glared at her. "What's that supposed to mean?".

"GRR-GET YOUR STUPID FOOTBALL HEADED ASS OUT OF HERE!", she snarled, demanding with a balled fist.

"Ok, ok, but we will discuss this tomorrow! Geez, woman!", Arnold quickly grabbed his clothes and ran to the door, closing it with a sonorous slam.

Helga fell of in her bed as she grabbed her face with her hands and screamed in frustration.