Hey Arnold! AFD: The Unaired Scene
AN: So, yeah. Arnold just strip-teased Helga and now they're going to get into the main event. You do remember what this story is about, right? Arnold and Helga and them doing stuff in Arnold's room before the dance? Just reminding you.
This chapter is rated a high Teen. Why? You kind of know what I'm talking about, I don't care how many innuendos I threw out in this chapter. And believe me, there's a lot.
Reviews:
The Jam: I try, and thanks for the review.
Guest (June 23rd): Lap dance? Lol, I didn't even think about that when I wrote this eleven years ago. Thanks for the review.
Timewarp321: Arnold doesn't have a problem with that in this chapter, thanks for the review.
Starfiction123: Wouldn't be the first time. By the way, this is the part where they talk about "tangoing" later. Thanks for the review.
Em Pataki: Helga doesn't have as much self control in this chapter, then again, neither does Arnold. Thanks for the review.
SkyZoneKiller: Here's your chapter, thanks for the review.
Acosta Perez Jose Ramiro: Oh, he'll feel really embarrassed after this chapter. Thanks for the review.
Guest (June 24th): Glad you enjoy it, and thanks for the review.
Coolgirl-Pataki: I laughed so hard writing this, I was crying. No lie lol. Helga doesn't change clothes in this chapter, but she tries to get Arnold out of his again, lol. I don't have a chapter after the pool, but I do have a chapter of the dance (tango rendition, it's my point of view. It's kind of messed up, but you get to see Arnold and Helga's thoughts while tangoing on the dance floor. It will be chapter five). Thanks for the review!
CHAPTER 4: "I Know What We Can Do Before The Dance..."
The atmosphere in Arnold's bedroom was tense and quickly growing warmer. Arnold and Helga were nervous and excited after what happened.
Helga could sense how hot the room was and began to feel lightheaded. She felt a tingling sensation develop over her entire body. Arnold flirting so deeply with her had made her love him even more.
After the show he put on, she was honestly thinking about blurting out the truth to him about her prank. She was sick of all the games.
Arnold continued to sit on his bed, watching Helga. She stood up slowly from the red couch, immediately dropping her cane on the floor. Arnold was thinking about where Helga was headed, and guessed that she was going to the bathroom.
After all, she hadn't used it at his house at all.
Once Helga stood up, Arnold waited a moment to see if she was going to pick her cane up. He watched her freeze up, as if afraid to reach down and get it.
Arnold decided that after acting so terrible with Helga, the least he could do was pick her cane up and walk her to the bathroom.
He stood up and walked over beside the red couch, picking up her cane. He stared at it a moment before turning to her and holding the cane out.
"You," He paused, looking deep into her eyes. "dropped your cane Helga."
Helga was still blind, but Arnold could tell quickly from looking at her that something was different about her eyes.
Arnold started to worry he may have hurt Helga more than he intended to.
He sighed deeply.
No matter how good I try to be, I always trip Helga off. Why can't I satisfy her?
Helga was too excited to think straight around Arnold. She knew he still believed she was blind. Helga reached for the cane in his hands, hesitating to make appropriate contact with it.
She couldn't tell Arnold the truth about her.
She couldn't lay out any hints that this was all an April Fools joke.
Helga had to hide her feelings; she had to keep hiding her feelings.
They both stared intensely at one another.
Helga began to feel lightheaded around Arnold again. Just one step, and Arnold and she would be closer than they had ever been.
Helga moved forward, not resisting.
Arnold began to feel the heat around them, particularly on Helga. He started to feel weird. His heart started beating quickly. He didn't understand it. He didn't want to step away from her.
Helga's eyes widened, surprised her love would take up all the space between them.
Helga felt faint and needed a place to lay her arms. She decided on slipping them around his waist gently, not resisting the urge to move them down and grope his butt.
Despite himself feeling slightly uncomfortable, Arnold began to relax in Helga's arms, moving in a little closer.
"Helga?" Arnold was talking in a much deeper voice than his normal ten-year-old one.
"Arnold?" Helga replied sweetly, feeling like she was in a trance.
She dropped her cane back on the floor and watched his eyes widen at her slightly.
Arnold moved himself closer to her, to feel more comfortable. He was surprised he wasn't embarrassed.
He was nervous to ask her, but he had to know...
"Um," He placed his arms around her neck, feeling dizzy. "What are we both doing?"
Helga would have pushed Arnold away long before now, but sensed his need to stay close to her. She was about to ask him that same question.
What were they both doing with each other, playing doctor?
Whatever they were playing, it certainly appealed to her.
She bent towards his ear, whispering to him.
"I know what we can do before the dance." Arnold felt shudders go down his body as she whispered in his ear, and his heartbeat increased again at her close contact.
But what on earth was she talking about?
Arnold placed his head unto her left shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling weak with Helga around him. If Helga had yet to push him away, he doubted she was going to do so now.
"What could we do before the dance, Helga?"
She grinned wickedly.
"We could," she lifted up his head lightly to whisper in his right ear. "You know...?"
Helga was hoping Arnold could fill in the blank. What kind of boy his age wouldn't know what she was talking about?
Arnold, that's who...!
Arnold just smiled, looking oblivious at her. He loved the way she felt around him, but didn't know why he loved it so much.
He smiled kindly at her. "What do you mean, Helga? You know what?"
Helga took a deep breath, realizing once again that her love was hopeless, and shivering slightly with her love so close to her.
Once Arnold felt her breath on him, he closed his eyes. He wasn't sure he could take much more of this guessing game Helga was playing with him!
He looked into her eyes deeply.
"You know what, Helga…!? Tell me!" Helga silenced him by putting a finger over his mouth, and purposely running her other hand through his hair to tease him.
Arnold narrowed his eyes at her, feeling unbelievably uncomfortable. He was aggravated at the way Helga was making him feel.
He stared up, looking desperately at her. "I don't know what you're talking about now would you please tell me!"
Helga couldn't believe it, he was so clueless!
She stepped away from him quickly, making Arnold wince and feel even worse.
He growled angrily at her. Why couldn't she stay in one spot? "Helga!"
She blinked, turning to him. She was surprised at his angry tone of voice but soon, placed her hands on her hips staring him down...even though she was blind.
"I'm merely suggesting that we should do it!"
Arnold raised an eye at her. "Do it?"
Helga slipped off her shoes, surprised she still had them on.
She began to walk over to him slowly.
"Ya know, connect, hook up, get it on," Helga thought a moment, holding up a finger. "Tango!"
Arnold's eyes widened at her. He finally understood where this conversation was going. "What?"
Helga laughed, looking at her watch, even though she was blind. She showed it to him. "I mean, come on, football head, it's not like we ain't got time!"
Arnold stared at Helga and blinked, then blinked again. He was curious if her idea was an April Fools joke. Then, he noticed Helga's sly smile directed at him.
She was being completely serious.
He put a hand on his hip, but this time he was staring her down angrily.
Helga grinned wider.
Maybe this aggressive side of him isn't so bad after all...
"Helga," Arnold started to talk, but stopped a moment. He was out of words. What could he say to that? "What-What's wrong with you?!"
Helga blinked, feeling hurt. She held her arms out to him.
"Nothing, I'm completely serious!"
"Are you crazy?!" Arnold narrowed his eyes, placing his hands on his hips.
"Come on, football head, there are many ten-year-old's who have done things like this."
Arnold held up a finger, scowling. "Name one!"
Helga shrugged. "What about that kid, what's his name." She thought a moment, and held up a finger. "What about Smudvic?"
Arnold narrowed his eyes at her even more. "Helga, that kid is in juvenile hall!"
Helga walked even closer to Arnold. "So he's in juvy. Too bad, he got caught." She grinned, grabbing his shoulders, and messing with his shirt. "We can be quiet about this, can't we?" Arnold blinked surprised as she whispered suggestively in his ear. "We don't have to get caught."
Arnold blinked, looking away from her, but grabbing her shoulders as well.
He whispered back, hesitantly.
"We're not going to get caught." He stepped away, feeling confused.
Helga grinned when he was turned around, admiring his backside.
So, you're going to be sly about this all, huh? I can't wait!
Arnold turned back to her.
"We're not going to get caught...because we are not going to do this, Helga!" He narrowed his eyes at her again.
Helga stomped over to him.
"What! Oh come on Arnold, it's not as if I hadn't seen anything befo-" Helga covered her mouth at what she started to say, turning red.
Arnold raised an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about? You're blind, Helga!"
Helga rolled her eyes.
"So are you!"
Arnold held up a hand.
"It's not happening-"
"-You have protection, don't you?" She asked, flamboyant.
Arnold rolled his eyes. "No, Helga, and I don't have anything yet to protect you from!"
Helga didn't like the way that Arnold was glaring at her, even though she was blind. "Come on, don't look at me like that!" Helga knew the only way to win this thing, was to go in a different direction.
Helga narrowed her eyes back at him, placing her hands on her hips. "You want to do it, too!"
Arnold wasn't fazed at all. "No I don't!"
"Yes you do, Arnold! Don't lie to me! Look at how close we were a few minutes ago! You moved into me, you didn't even resist!"
Arnold stood up all the way and blinked, staring into her eyes in realization.
Helga stared at him sadly, closing her eyes and nodding back. She knew she had won the battle.
Finally, Arnold knew what was going on with him. He was attracted to her! There was something about her that was leading him in. It was always there before, but now it seemed harder than ever.
Arnold didn't know how to take all of this. He could stay away from her, or he could...
Arnold thought about this for a minute, very intensely.
The best thing to do would be to deny my feelings. I couldn't possibly be physically attracted to Helga, right? I couldn't possibly be wanting to…to...
"I am not attracted to you!" He yelled heatedly.
Helga winced, that was the most hurtful thing Arnold had ever said to her. And the way he said it was more hurtful.
Helga thought to herself about this;
He needed to be attracted to her.
She needed him to be attracted to her.
"Yes, you are attracted to me!" She said confidently, but not feeling confident.
Arnold crossed his arms, closing his eyes.
"No I'm not." Helga raised her arms.
"Are you kidding me?! You're outed to me, don't you see! I felt you!"
Arnold turned away from her, turning red and playing with his hands nervously. "Oh, come on Helga, just because I-"
"-Come on Arnold, open your eyes like I'm doing! Remember what Mr. Simmons reviewed last week in health class?!"
Arnold shuddered, just thinking about it.
To his misfortune, Helga noticed him do that too. "And what just happened with you? Come on, tell me!"
"Oh, Helga!" Arnold blushed, not willing to speak about this to her face. "I-I can explain."
Arnold knew uttering those words was the wrong thing to say in the beginning.
"Start talking!" She scowled, placing her hands on her hips.
He walked over to his bed, standing. He was still not looking at her, and still not facing her.
"It-it happens." He blushed lightly at his words. "I...I mean, it doesn't necessarily mean that I want, um." He finally shook his head and turned to scowl back at her. "Helga, we just turned ten!"
"You're avoiding the subject, Arnold-o!"
Arnold sighed, sitting down on his bed, finally facing her. "Well, do you really think I want to talk with you about such a personal subject?"
Helga was sick of Arnold acting like he didn't care. "You seem to know something about this!" Helga yelled to him, pointing at an item on his bed. "What about that book you brought in here earlier?!"
Arnold grinned, blushing heavily at her. He knew what she was talking about. He picked the book up from his bed, waving it up at his blind friend. He knew she could see absolutely nothing that was on the front cover.
"Oh..! You don't want to read this, Helga! It's not the kind of thing you should be reading."
Helga stomped over to him. The girl with the blond hair on the front cover got her curious.
"We're the same age buddy." She snatched the book from him. "Give me that!"
Arnold gasped. He was a little concerned with this. He was a little worried about what Helga would say to him afterward. After all, the book was a little graphic.
Helga's eyes widened. She couldn't believe he was reading about this crap!
Helga read the front page aloud, even though she was blind.
100 Ways to Flirt Nastily with your arch-nemesis...
She looked down at him, raising an eyebrow.
Arnold rubbed his arm, looking up at her and blushing deeply. "It was on sale at the place Gerald's Mom works. It was only fifty cents. I figured, why not pick me up a copy...I mean, not that it would be useful for anything, Hel-"
"-Wait a minute," Helga held up a hand. "What the heck were you planning on doing with me earlier today?"
Arnold scowled at her. "None of your business!" Arnold put a hand over his mouth, surprised at the way he sounded.
Helga's eyes widened at what Arnold said, and how he sounded saying it. She noticed Arnold was acting the same way she did when going to Mrs. Johansson's to purchase a beauty magazine. He was acting the same way she did around him. He was hiding from her! Helga had to smile at the thought. She felt less timid with him now that she realized they were on the same level. Helga was even wondering slightly if Arnold had been flirting with her all day. She sat down next to Arnold on his bed, throwing the magazine on the floor, and pushing him aggressively against his pillow. Arnold didn't resist her at all as she held him down. Her pink bow lightly flopped around, and went over her eyes partially.
Arnold started to notice Helga's look of nervousness. He didn't understand it. They weren't doing anything, what did Helga have to be nervous about?
Helga forgot for a moment that she was supposed to be pushing him away, and bent down to kiss him.
Arnold stopped her from doing anything and received a confused and hurt looking glance from her.
He smiled back, looking sad.
"Before you do that, you might want to check that pink bow you're wearing-"
"-What for? It's where it's supposed to be, right?" She scowled at him.
Helga felt even worse, now for putting her heart on the line.
I thought he liked my pink bow...
She felt at her lowest low, and was about to revert back into her old nature, when Arnold surprised her by putting a hand on her shoulder.
He laughed kindly. "Well, I guess you could say the bow is where it's supposed to be, but it's blocking your eyesight from me, Helga..." He paused, looking a moment at her face. Helga blinked at him, confused. "...And you know, your eyes are just as important as your bow is."
Helga's expression changed dramatically. She felt many bottled up emotions of hers began to leap out. She started to feel a feeling that was almost completely alien to her: happiness.
She felt just as special as she did the time Arnold told her he liked her bow. He really did care about her, probably more than she knew. He just hid it some of the time, like she did.
Arnold didn't want her to be blind.
Helga thought about this and realized that, she wasn't. She had been pretending the whole time. Look at all the nasty things she had said to her love all evening!
Was this whole act of hers because of a hidden broken heart?
Helga saw Arnold move the bow away from her face, and felt even worse about her pranking.
After all I've done and continue to do to him. Helga thought with regret. He's as caring as he's ever been.
Helga blessed Arnold with one of her true, sincere smiles. She was willing to show him briefly, her true colors because of his kindness to her.
Arnold smiled back, looking into her eyes deeply. He felt more comfortable with Helga around him, and over him, than he'd ever felt before. He began to feel excited that he was finally seeing parts of the mask behind Helga G. Pataki.
He moved his head closer to hers, to meet her lips slowly in a heated kiss.
Helga closed her eyes, melting into his rich scent and placing her arms behind his head. She felt like she was out of her body, and Arnold felt as though he was floating on air. They both continued to kiss, the first minute quickly passing them by. Both of them didn't want to let go of one another. Both of them didn't want to be the one that ended it.
Helga tightened her grip around his head. She still couldn't believe it. Arnold was kissing her back, willingly and just as passionately as she was kissing him. It was a dream come true for her.
Arnold wanted to continue, but he was running out of breath. Was this what Helga was really like? Was this what Helga was made of? This was Helga behind the mask, Arnold knew it! He couldn't stand for just one taste, he needed more!
Both of them pulled away simultaneously, fighting to catch their breaths.
They both stared up at each other the whole time while catching their breaths, feeling oddly connected.
Arnold thought about the way Helga had acted with him, and the intense and deep kiss she had shared with him. He was slightly tired from the kiss, but he didn't mind having another go.
Sadly, he knew Helga's mysterious and hidden ways. He wouldn't be surprised if she never let him inside her again.
He couldn't help but close his eyes in satisfaction as he thought about her real self. He began to fight off the chance of an event taking place between them.
Helga blinked twice, looking down at Arnold.
Arnold opened his eyes to stare up into Helga's. She was staring down at him with a surprised look. He was looking up at her seriously. Deep down, Arnold knew how fragile Helga could be.
He wasn't about to toy with her.
Helga saw him with the same look he carried before. Only this time, the look Arnold gave her was filled with more gentleness and affection than ever. Helga was wondering when he would say it, but he never uttered the words.
Instead, he gave her an innocent look. "Heh, this is a heat of the moment thing, okay?"
Helga grinned. "Well, obviously."
Arnold brought Helga closer to give her another kiss.
...
The rooftop was opened the whole time, but they didn't care.
The light was still on, but who gives a crap!
Although the April Fools story clearly states that the two of them had sex, Arnold's grandma, for some unbeknownst reason went on the rooftop that evening. The other boarders were guessing it was to find her 13th missing cat...
This story does not mention that Arnold's grandma saw Arnold and Helga on the bed before leaving, but I'm hoping everyone gets the hint by her directed announcement at them both before they entered the dance...
Um, Helga had to change her outfit into one of Olga's before leaving Arnold's house. Rhonda was wrong, Helga had a good excuse. Her dress got kind-a messy…
Hmm, where Olga got this ugly looking dress, Helga would never know...but it looked cool enough, especially since she was blind!
Uh, this would also explain the way Helga was walking and dancing half of the night. The poor girl, Arnold had done her in...
And if that ain't enough proof for you...!
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Helga moaned in contentment at her love.
"I'm…in your hands…your…good hands…"
"How do you know I have my hands on you?" Arnold said, feeling frustrated with her confusing comments. "Your completely blind, Helga!"
Helga was confused; of course she could feel him. And why did Arnold still think she was blind?
"Shut-up you little sap!" Helga gasped, feeling like she had been hit, hard. "And quit being so rough on me...!"