Hey Arnold! AFD: The Unaired Scene
Authors Note: Warning! This is still rated teen and it will stay rated teen, but this chapter consists of clothing being removed. Now, if that is not your thing, don't read it. It's still teen though. Nothing graphic, so don't freak out. Oh, now you're wondering how I kept it teen with clothing being shed, huh? Then by all means: READ, READ, READ!
But yeah, Arnold gets naked in his room with Helga. Just a warning.
Reviews:
The J.A.M: Another chapter for you! :D
Guest (June 4th) Oh, he is going to be mad when he finds out. The Tango Redition will explain it very well in about two chapter. Thanks for the review.
Timewarp321: You think that's going to stop her? Don't worry, Arnold gets her back in this one. Thanks for the review.
Guest (June 4th) Lol thanks for the review.
Acosta Perez Jose Ramiro: Yeah, for right now. He gets back at her in this chapter, as you might remember reading eleven years ago lol. Thanks for the review.
Coolgirl-Pataki: Helga gets more perverted in this story in the chapter after this one, and yes, Arnold gets undressed in this chapter, right in front of Helga's eyes! Thanks for the review.
CHAPTER 3: "It Must Be All the Noise I'm making..."
Arnold had to do this for Helga. He needed to show her that even though she was blind, he still liked her enough to take the time to dress up. He stood beside his bed, staring at the unworn clothing lying out. Arnold was investigating what item to put on first. The black pants? The white shirt for his suit? And he was wondering, what should he take off? Should he start at the top? The bottom?
What would be the most appropriate way for him to undress with her watching...
Wait, watching him?
He turned around to see that Helga was still staring at him. Her hands were over her lap gently. She looked blankly at him, but she still had a mischievous smile on her face. Arnold was wondering why Helga was staring at him, so he asked her.
"Why are you still staring at me Helga? I have to get ready to take you to the dance in an hour. Could you at least turn your head while I get undressed?" Arnold did not feel comfortable about this. He wanted to get ready in the downstairs bathroom, but who knew how long his grandpa was going to be.
Helga grinned, she had already come up with the perfect excuse to give him.
"I don't even know where you are! Are you by the closet? Are you by the bed? You keep forgetting I'm blind, football head!"
Arnold blinked at her. She was right. She was almost always right. Helga was completely blind. She didn't know where he was, or what he was doing. But then...
Arnold raised an eyebrow, another question popping into his mind.
"If you're blind Helga, why are you grinning at me?" Do I even want to know?
Helga smiled slightly, prepared for this question as well. "You want the truth, or you want me to lie?"
Arnold rolled his eyes, not appreciating the sarcasm that comment held. "It would be nice if you told me the truth for one, Helga."
Helga took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was about to say it...
"I'm happy you're doing this for me. Criminy, is that a crime?!" Arnold raised an eyebrow at her. It was once thing for her to be happy, another for her to be truthful to him.
Helga rolled her eyes.
You fool, I wouldn't be grinning at you if I didn't see you...!
Arnold started to smile at what she just said to him. With the comment she just made, he could quit what he had been trying to prove to her all evening.
She cares for me, and she's happy! That's the only reason that she's grinning at me!
Arnold had decided right then to start thinking up a way to get out of this bizarre situation he had gotten himself into.
This is perfect! Now I could lie to her and wear my normal outfit, so I don't have to get undressed in front of her. Helga would think I was wearing the formal one... but then wouldn't everyone else notice I was wearing my normal outfit? What if somebody told her I wasn't dressed up? What if Helga found out somehow? That would hurt her even worse than when I blinded her!
How could I ever think to do such a thing to her?
Arnold knew the one sure-fire way to break Helga's heart apart: lying. How could he ever think of doing something so bad? He would lose her trust completely, and possibly forever. He couldn't do that, no.
Arnold was going to get undressed in front of Helga. After all, she was happy that he was dressing up for her. And she couldn't see him, right?
Helga watched him stare at the clothing on his bed, taking a guess that he was deciding on what to change into first.
She grinned.
What's it going to be first, Arnold? The shirt? The pants? Come on, don't leave me hanging!
Arnold took a second to rub the back of his neck, many thoughts running through his head.
I guess... this is it, huh? This will be the first time ever that I'm undressing in front of...
Arnold felt his body shudder, and he didn't even want to think about it.
I shouldn't be so concerned about this. After all, Helga's blind. Why don't I just act like she's not in the room? Yeah, that's it! If I act like she's not in the room, then I won't worry about this so much!
Arnold turned so he wasn't facing Helga, and grabbed part of his blue sweater to take off first.
Helga continued to stare intensely, watching every move her football-headed love made. She started thinking.
So, we're going to start with the blue sweeter, huh? Well, you could at least turn around so that I can see you!
Arnold pulled off his blue sweater and threw it on his bed. He turned around and chanced a glance at Helga. It was then he noticed how much attention he was attracting to his arch-nemesis. She had yet to stop staring at him.
Helga was already sick of waiting.
Could you possibly get undressed any slower, Arnold-o? I care to see more than just that stupid red shirt!
Arnold blinked at her, and then smiled, thinking to himself.
Heh...wow! It must be all the noise I'm making that's attracting so much attention. Goodness knows, Helga can't see a thing I'm doin-
Arnold stopped his thoughts a moment, thinking about that concept a bit more.
Hey, wait a minute. Helga can't see a thing I'm doing!
He watched her hit her cane against the ground a few times, and he had to laugh at the fact that Helga loved him, and she couldn't see a thing he was doing.
This is awful to think about, but it's so funny! My poor friend is blind, and she can't see me. I feel awful for doing this to her...
Helga narrowed her eyes at him. She was sick of waiting for his next move again. And why was he laughing?!
"What are you blabbing about over there? Are you finished getting ready yet? Come on slow-poke, we've only got an hour before the dance begins, and you're going slower than Harold trying to read a stop sign!"
Arnold scowled at her and sat down on his bed, narrowing his eyes at her. Where did she get off saying something so ignorant about Harold? Harold wasn't stupid; Harold could be quite smart sometimes.
And where did Helga develop the right to yell at him for taking his time? It didn't make any sense to Arnold. He had every right to take his time getting ready. Who gave her the right to boss him and everyone else around like she always did? Arnold couldn't believe her. Helga was so heartless sometimes. She shouldn't have the right to blame him or anyone else for anything they do.
Arnold felt his heartbeat increase with anger. He was feeling mad, very mad at Helga. She was an okay person most of the time, but Arnold just about had it with her sarcastic and tongue lashing attitude. He didn't care that it was April Fools Day, something had changed in her personality before he blinded her. She was being downright nasty, and for no real reason at all!
What's wrong with her today? Aren't I the one that's taking her? I've almost always been kind to Helga, even when she wasn't. I've been kind even when she's embarrassed me in front of our whole class, cut in front of me in front of the lunch line... And despite her confession on top of FTI, I let things remain the same between us if only for her sake. Why does she still treat me like dirt even though I already know the truth? Why can't she wait a darned minute for me to get ready...!
Arnold stopped and blinked, slowly thinking up an evil scheme in that brilliant head of his.
After all the misfortunes Helga has been responsible for over the years, maybe she deserves to wait around a while for me. Helga can't see me, but she can hear everything I'm doing.
You know, this may be more fun than I thought it would be...
Helga was confused. What in the world was going on here? She started to think again.
What is he sitting around waiting for? Do something already! Do anything except stare at me like that! I came here to watch an event happen! I want to see all the clothing you're wearing drop! Get undressed already!
Arnold continued to smile slyly at her.
It looks like Helga's waiting to hear me do something. Okay, she asked for it...
Helga's eyes watched him curiously as he sat up from his bed and got into a standing position. He narrowed his eyes at her slyly with a perfectly innocent smile on his face.
Helga could see there was something similar about the look he was giving her, but she didn't know where she had seen it before. She thought for a moment and remembered when Arnold and she were in Chez Paris doing dishes. Her eyes widened in realization and her heart began to beat faster. Who was she kidding? He was flirting with her! Why else would he stare at her with such a look on his face?
Arnold kept his eyes narrowed at her as he placed his hands on his hips. He noticed that she wasn't reacting to him. After all, she had only widened her eyes a bit. That fact definitely didn't turn him off. He had only aroused thirty minutes ago, and he was already starting to feel wide awake. He wondered why Helga would stay in the room just to suffer the wait of him undressing in front of her. His ideas of what to do to her were now more tempting than anything written in that book he was reading.
He finally just shrugged to himself on her actions.
Arnold guessed that she was just too blind to find the door and walk out... or too stupid.
Sadly, to Helga's misfortune, that was the one thing that Arnold was not that night.
Helga narrowed her eyes back at him in challenge.
Ooh...he's going to play that game with me, huh? Well, come on boy! Give it your best shot! I'm ready for ya!
Arnold thought about this a moment. He had a shirt that was not removed yet. That would make some noise... when he was unbuttoning the shirt. Arnold had to admit, he liked the idea of this. For once in his lifetime, he was not the innocent victim this time with her.
He was the dominant one...
He could place handcuffs on her and she would do whatever he pleased, move wherever he wanted her to, and more! She loved him, after all.
She was also blind.
But would he put his plan into action? Only one thought came across Arnold's mind as he thought about his devious idea.
Why not? She can't see me...
Helga looked at him intensely. Arnold watched her, manipulating her particularly with his eyes. He stared into her blue ones deeply, trying to see out to her very soul, her most precious thoughts.
Arnold kept his eyes on her as he lifted the bottom of his shirt with one of his hands, acting as if it were the most delicate piece of material in the world.
Now, Helga was even beginning to wonder herself.
Do I want to know what he's about to do with that hand?
Arnold fingered his jeans zipper with his red plaid shirt, moving it up and down a few times innocently. The room was completely quiet, and Helga could hear what he was doing.
Arnold was teasing her. It was so obvious! He knew that she was blind, so he was going to make her suffer, like she had done to him so many times before.
Helga sighed inwardly at him.
Karma sucks...
Arnold was thinking again about the poor girl sitting on his couch, watching him. All she could do was listen to that zipper.
Arnold shook his head at that last thought and stopped playing with the zipper on his pants. He had to admit, this was all so enormously stupid.
What am I doing with her? Seriously, she's been blinded–because of me! I could possibly make it worse if I keep teasing her like this. What's wrong with me. How can I be so heartless!
I'm acting like, like...
Arnold blinked. He couldn't believe it and didn't think he'd ever think it.
Helga was rubbing off on him... badly.
He wasn't even the same around her anymore. He couldn't even handle her childish insults the same way.
He had wanted the girl who loved him.
He had wanted her badly.
To feel like he did!
My zipper is hardly anything for her to hear. How is that torture?
Arnold thought to himself about his ideas, thinking about the simple facts.
Deep down, he knew a little waiting wouldn't make Helga any worse. He knew it might aggravate her, but that was nothing.
Helga loved him! As strange as it had sounded sometimes, Arnold knew it was true. At times, Helga had shown that rare side of her personality, that beautiful person from within...
But that's not what he wanted to think about right now!
Arnold put a hand to his chin. He had been thinking about this revenge situation wrong, entirely wrong! Arnold was thinking too soft. Way too soft.
Arnold smiled slyly. He realized there was only one way to take action with Helga.
There was the easy way, and the hard way. He could only go in one direction to do it to the girl who loved and cared for him. Arnold could torture her, you bet he could!
Arnold moved his hands down slowly to grab his shirt and move it slightly higher. He placed his hands on his hips as he smiled in a coquettish manner at Helga.
Helga crossed her legs, looking a little uncomfortable. She hadn't a clue what Arnold was about to do or what he was doing to her, but she wasn't expecting a show like this to happen!
Arnold slowly began to pull down his pants, making some noise as the fabric rubbed roughly against his legs. He eyed Helga flirtatiously, watching her the entire time.
Helga felt as if she was on fire. She had to avert her gaze away just to handle the flames. The way that Arnold was bending at her. Those suggestive eyes of his. There was too much heat in that entire room for her to look directly at him.
Gerald was right. He really was a bold kid.
Geez Arnold...!
After Arnold pulled down his pants, they dropped to the floor and he delicately stepped out of them so his pants were in front.
Arnold narrowed his eyes at Helga again. He knew just what to do to her next...
Arnold bent down with grace, and picked up his blue pants. He quickly threw them aggressively across from the red couch Helga was sitting on.
Arnold kept his eyes on Helga the whole time, knowing she could only hear what he was doing.
Helga uncrossed her legs and turned back around to him. She was calming down, but she was also slightly frightened of her love. Never in her life had she seen Arnold act so... aggressively...
Only one time had she seen Arnold act somewhat like this. That was when he learned karate. Although, Arnold's aggression wasn't directed at her. It was more directed at lockers and doors and such. Helga didn't know this side of him well, and guessed that nobody else did either.
What could he possibly do next?
Arnold took a deep yawn, feeling like he needed a stretch. He bent down slowly and...
Helga was wondering what article of clothing it would be this time. I mean, all he had on was his shirt, his socks and... she gulped. Sure, she had seen him totally naked when she was trying to kill that parrot, but she fainted before he turned all the way around. He was standing right in front of her now, so Helga could easily catch a glimpse of the rest of him, even though she was blind.
Helga was nervous about it, but kind of excited as well.
Would he do it? Would she see more than she had intended to?
Helga wanted him naked again, but she wasn't perverted. She just liked to push his buttons. Apparently, Arnold liked to push her buttons too, but the boy was doing way more to her that evening than pushing a few little buttons. He was pushing levers, turning wheels, clicking switches…
Arnold lifted his head up to stare at Helga when he was bent down. He felt like a cat who just had a nap, so he touched his feet to stretch. He purred at Helga seductively during the entire process. His eyes were watching her the whole time, knowing that she couldn't see what he was doing.
Helga re-crossed her legs, feeling more and more tingly. That promiscuous look of his, that innocent smile on his face. What Arnold was doing to her now, was torture.
Geez...!
Arnold slowly moved his hands up to touch the rest of his body, not leaving her eyes at all. Once Arnold got to his upper thighs, he stood up completely and winked at her, grinning.
Helga felt like she had just received a secret message from him, but he was keeping the secret from her.
Aw criminy, why'd I have to go say I was blind?!
Arnold walked back over to his bed, sitting down on it with a sultry smile. He loved her fantasized gaze fixed on him.
Heh, that was kind-a fun. It's a good thing she's been blinded by me, or I'd be completely embarrassed.
Helga couldn't move from her place. Arnold was attracting her, more than usual...
Suddenly, she did not like this blind game they were playing with one another.
...Well don't just stand there almost naked, get dressed!
Arnold smiled at Helga kindly. As if reading her thoughts, he unbuttoned the red shirt he was wearing and sat it down on his bed. He reached over to grab the white shirt he was going to wear with his suit and put it on.
Helga continued to look at him while he was dressing back up into his dancing outfit. She was mildly disappointed that Arnold was finished undressing, but somewhat relieved as well. Arnold almost completely stripped in front of her, and he didn't even know she could see everything he was doing.
Helga blushed more at that thought and giggled slightly. Oh, how embarrassed the ol' football head would be later when she broke the news to him...