Hey Arnold! AFD The Unaired Scene.

AN: So, anyway, you do know what this story is about, right? What Arnold and Helga do in Arnold's room before the AFD dance? I know, I'm messed up, but reminding you will make it funnier. Trust me. Rated Teen!

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CHAPTER 2: "I'm Blind, Can't You See…?"

Arnold opened his eyes to look around his room. He was lying on his bed and confused why he was. He started to sit up, until he felt a demanding hand push him back down. For whatever reason, this woman was forceful.

Helga spoke. "I think you're coming down with something. There's no way we're both going to the April Fool's Day dance with you in this condition." He blinked at her words and raised an eyebrow and Helga had to roll her eyes. She said. "Criminy don't tell me you've got amnesia too. Just what we need right now. Me, blind, and you, not knowing what's going on around you."

"You're blind?" Arnold questioned.

"Great!" She put her hand on his shoulder. "You've lost your memory now."

"Huh?" Arnold sat up on the bed. He was confused a moment before he blinked in realization. "Oh, I'm sorry, Helga, I forgot you were blind."

Helga sighed. You know, if he got amnesia, it wouldn't be much of a change.

He felt his head a moment and looked around. "So, what am I doing here?"

Helga shook her head and drew her hand out to his room in emphasis. "This is your room, bucko."

Arnold nodded, still holding his head. "I know, but what am I doing here with such a headache."

Helga grinned to herself. Heh, I gave him a headache. Well, I probably give him a headache everyday of his life!

He looked up at her. "Can you get me a glass of water?"

Helga couldn't believe he could be so oblivious, well, actually she could. "I'm blind, Arnold."

Arnold blinked at her, as if he didn't fully understand what was going on. He sighed. "Well, can you help me up?"

She shrugged, reaching her hand down to pull him up off the bed and onto his feet. He stared at her again, and Helga was starting to get sick of it.

She turned around walking away and grabbing her cane off the ground as she made her way towards his couch, waving her arms around and sitting down. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was that she didn't want Arnold to find out she was without her cane that whole time and was lying to him, at least not until after the dance was over. He didn't need to know that she wasn't blind.

Arnold continued to stare at her as she walked away, mostly looking at the normal pink and white dress she wore to his house.

"What?!" She growled at him, sick of him inspecting her like that.

He stood up and walked over to her. "Why didn't you dress up for this event, Helga? I mean, I know you're not big on that kind of thing, but you could have at least made the effort."

Helga rolled her eyes again. "I don't see you wearing anything fancy tonight, Sherlock!"

Arnold sighed, wishing she would stop reminding him that she was blind. "I know that, you're blind. You can't see anything." He looked down at his hands, feeling guilty, before he made his way to his closet.

Helga blinked to herself. She was surprised he didn't catch her little slip-up, but apparently the ol' dense Football head thought she was being sarcastic. She laughed to herself. Wow. I can't believe that he didn't notice I forgot about being blind. Heh, this has got to be the easiest April Fool's prank I had ever played! She thought smugly.

Arnold got into his closet and pulled out a black suit with a blue tie. He inspected it, and then held it up to her, figuring he should at least make the effort to wear something formal on their first official date together. "What do you think about me wearing this, Helga? It's a black suit with a blue tie and-"

"I don't care what you wear to the dance, I can't see nothing." He held his head down sadly as she smiled to herself. Nothing except the fact that the suit you're holding up looks pretty devilish, not to mention sexy. I can't wait until you change into it, my love. She sighed in a lovesick manner at him.

He just stared at her blankly. He didn't understand why she made that weird sound...

She blinked in surprise at his expression. "What!?" He blinked, turning away from her again, and walking back to his bed. "Come on, spit it out!"

He turned around to face her again, changing the subject and rubbing his neck nervously. He remembered that he still had to get dressed. "Could you maybe leave the room for a minute?"

Helga felt like she had been insulted. He wants me to leave the room? Instead of getting a chance to see that hot body of his undress? Sorry, ain't happening, bucko.

"I'm blind, Arnold." Helga grinned at him, even though Arnold didn't know why. "I can't see you get undressed."

Arnold still felt too modest to undress in front of her, even if she was completely blind. "I know you're blind, Helga." He sighed, wishing she would quit reminding him. "But I still can't help but feel uncomfortable getting undressed in front of you."

Helga stared blankly, both eyes of hers in different directions. She hit her cane lightly on the ground.

Arnold just sighed again, not wanting to watch what he had done to the girl any longer. He decided maybe it was better to go to the bathroom and get dressed real quick before she noticed he was gone. He walked over to his door to open it, but as he reached the handle, there was a knock on the other end. Arnold stepped back as his Grandpa walked in the room suddenly, with a smile on his face.

"Hey there, Shortman." His Grandpa put a hand on his hip, looking at Arnold curiously. "Is your little friend still blind?"

Helga's eyes widened at his Grandpa's words and she started moving her cane around in both directions frantically, sounding and looking frightened at the sound of a new voice. "What!? Football head, is that your grandpa who's in the room?"

Arnold turned to Helga, sadly closing his eyes and sighing. He turned back to his Grandpa. "Yes, Grandpa, she's still blind."

Grandpa grinned, looking over to Helga and walking in to sit on Arnold's bed. "This reminds me of a time that I was not too much older than you, Shortman. I went on a blind date myself."

Arnold's eyes widened at this new news.

Helga was surprised too. She turned to look at his Grandpa. "What?" she blinked. The girl was really blind? I feel sorry for her, then again, Arnold's Grandpa has been known to stretch the truth.

Arnold put a hand on his hip again. "Grandpa, I didn't know you went on a blind date before. Why didn't you tell me this afternoon when we talked?!"

Grandpa grinned. I'm such a willy ol' coot! "Well, I didn't think you wanted to hear it." He walked a little ways away with a fake sad expression. "After all that's happened with your little friend..."

Arnold couldn't believe it. Is he kidding? Of course I want to hear it!

Helga grew a sad face and started to believe his Grandpa's story. Poor girl…I couldn't imagine actually being blind.

His Grandpa seemed to notice the interested look on the two young preteens faces. "Okay, I'll tell you both the story." Grandpa lowered his voice. "Now remember this is top secret, and don't interrupt me. Now, in the beginning, Gertie and I were both fifteen years old. It was the greatest night of our lives, at least to me. All the fighting and competition between the two of us over the years turned into something much stronger and greater with more meaning!" Grandpa hit Arnold's shoulder, suggestively. "Heh, it was a hot night that night."

Arnold was shocked. "Huh?!" He turned to look at Helga intensely, who looked unfazed by the whole story.

"What?" She growled back at him.

Grandpa stopped the story as if he seemed to realize something. "Oh! Have to cut that short, Shortman, your Grandma make watermelon. Remember, never eat raspberries."

"But Grandpa!" Arnold was frustrated and curious upon the bigger meaning of what his Grandpa was talking about.

Grandpa walked out and shut the door, whispering to himself while leaving. Those kids will believe anything…

Arnold stood still, staring at the door, stunned.

Helga smiled in a sneaky way as she thought about something to herself and finally decided to address it to him. "Heh, your Grandpa went into the bathroom, didn't he?"

Arnold turned to Helga, seeing her sneaky smile, but not understanding it yet. "Yeah, Helga; My Grandpa always heads to the bathroom after saying that to me."

Helga eyed Arnold's formal wear from top to bottom, and Arnold turned red at the way she was looking at him. After a moment though, he grew used to it and raised an eyebrow at her as she walked over to him slowly. She couldn't believe he was so clueless. She raised a hand up touching her pink dress with one of her hands and the sleeve of his blue sweater with the other. She continued to stare at him intensely.

Arnold felt awful for thinking such things, but he was wondering if Helga wanted him to undress her so she could shower or something before the dance. He looked himself up and down, and then turned to look at the clothing he laid on his bed. He wished he understood what she was trying to tell him with her eyes. His closet was a mess, his grandpa was in the bathroom, but he couldn't …it clicked, and he blushed heavily. Now he knew what she was trying to say! But…he couldn't, could he?

She looked at him suggestively, still with her hand on his blue sweater. "Well?"

Arnold rubbed his hands together nervously and gulped as he removed her hand from his sweater. "Oh! You're blind, Helga, and I look just fine! I can just wear this. It's really no big deal."

Helga looked sadly at Arnold a moment and spoke that way, too. She walked away and crossed her arms, speaking in a high and sad voice. "Oh? But I thought you cared more about the event than that, Arnold, I thought you cared more about me." She looked off in the distance sad. "You... could at least make the effort." She said, throwing his words to her back at him and hoping that he would give in.

Arnold felt horrible. She was throwing a guilt trip on him, and he knew it, and he still felt guilty because of what he did to her earlier. Everything she said to him was true. He could at least make the effort. It's not like he was blind. No, he wasn't blind at all, not like Helga was. Not like the girl who cared about him, and loved him deeply.

Arnold took a deep breath. He needed to do this. He needed to get dressed up for her. I…I guess I could get undressed in front of her.

He walked over to his bed silently and grabbed the outfit lying on it...