Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": For the first time in her life, Helga actually went along to one of Rhonda's parties and thereby saw her mansion. It was safe to say that she was both disturbed and impressed. Disturbed and impressed enough to need Arnold's help when getting out of the car to greet the butlers. Arnold also promised her to help her through the night.

Helga assured both Aaron and Rhonda that she'd behave and left everyone stunned when she impressed Mrs. Lloyd with the best manner she could muster. At this very moment, she also realized that Arnold – opposite their children years – seemed to have gotten very much used to all the different sides of Helga G. Pataki.

Author's 1st note: Sorry for the hiatus! (Again whatever that's called xD I've just seen the word somewhere when it comes to take a break from stuff or something?) But, man, all of a sudden I'm busy. I've got a birthday party coming up, I need to study for my driving exam (the one with theory – not even sure how this whole driving thing works in America, so can't explain it very well xD) and omg… when that thing's done, I need a break! OwO

Chapter 14: "What kinda prank exactly?"

Despite Helga and Arnold's promise to each other about dancing, the gang started by going to the bar. After a few drinks, Helga leaned close to Arnold to whisper into his ear. Or rather talk normally close to him, since whispering only would result in a 'what?' from him because of the loud music.

"How come the bartender don't mind this party?" Helga asked with a curious look. Arnold put his glass down to the table and frowned thoughtfully. "Because he's not a butler. He's the bartender. He gets paid to do exactly this."

"How can Rhonda's parents not find out?"

"Because he doesn't tell. Rhonda pays extra for these secret parties."

"… Again; Why do I hate this broad?" Helga asked with a chuckle. Arnold chuckled too, starting to feel just a little bit dizzy. "Because she's… How did you put it? She's a skinny, stuck-up, arrogant, self-centered, wannabe - "

"Wannabe French, poodle walking, Barbie clothes wearing, 'look at me, I'm pretty' daughter of a - "

"Helga, dear!" Arnold then interrupted with his best Rhonda expression. Helga started laughing rather loudly at that. "You're… You're a little too good at that, football head." She observed and banged her forehead against the bar desk.

Sensing the opportunity to make Helga laugh, Arnold smiled and then made an obvious pout. "Why, Helga, whatever do you mean?" he asked with the same, way feminine voice and started bashing his eyelashes.

Helga dared to look up from the counter and then just started laughing again at the sight of Arnold with a duck face and flapping eyelashes. "Go away!" she shrieked teasingly and pushed at his face. The two teens started laughing again.

As the laughter wore off, Helga's smiled still remained. "You know… this is gonna be my first time seeing anyone in class drunk." She admitted and turned on her barstool, so she could observe the dancing people out on the floor.

Arnold turned too, starting to lean at the bar desk with his elbows. Helga glanced at him in the corner of her eye. While sipping at his drink in that position and in that outfit… she had labeled it as impossible, but he actually looked even more handsome like that. That's when she noticed Arnold's facial expression though. He seemed pensive, almost as if wondering whether or not he should say what he was thinking of saying.

"Have you… ever been drinking before, Helga?" Arnold then asked with a small gulp following. He had a feeling how this conversation would end up, but he felt a little brave this night. Thanks to Helga's really amazing mood and behavior around him lately, but also thanks to the alcohol, he'd managed to consume within the last hour.

"Sure I have." Helga answered and then took a big gulp from her rum and coke. She knew the questioning wouldn't end there and she prepared herself for however she'd phrase her next answer. "At… parties?" Arnold asked.

Helga sighed and shook her head. For now that was all she could reply. She didn't like talking about her family, even with Arnold who was the one who knew the most. Honestly, he knew everything. Except she hadn't really given her family life much detail.

Arnold bit at his lower lip. "I suppose you found your mom's liquor cabinet at some point?" he wondered aloud, but hoped for an answer from Helga. She sighed a bit and turned to look at him with a patient smile. She nodded. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the friendliest tone she could handle.

Arnold shook his head. And it was true. He couldn't exactly blame Helga for stealing a bit from her mother's liquor cabinet. There was a lot of liquor in that thing and besides… ever since trying one of Miriam's 'famous' smoothies by accident, she knew for certain her mother just wasn't beat up and tired… she was pretty much an alcoholic too. After that Helga stole a bit from it here and there. In a way it was also a pathetic attempt at getting the alcohol away from her mother. As if drinking it herself would make her mom stop or something. She knew it wasn't that easy, but it was all she felt she could do. She didn't have it in herself to confront her mother about it.

Helga stared into her rum and coke. The mood had gotten from happy and cheerful to sad and awkward within seconds. She wanted to lift it so badly. She had promised herself to be on her best behavior, and she hadn't meant it as in: Behave properly. No, she had meant it as being her best self.

Helga noticed the music changing. That was nothing new, but now that she wasn't talking to Arnold, she could actually notice whatever song was playing. An electronic beat rang through the speakers. She wasn't sure if she even knew the song, until the lyrics started.

"So we back in the club with the bodies rocking from side to side (side-side to side)"

Helga gave a loud 'oh' in recognition. She hadn't expected to hear the same sound from Arnold next to her. They turned to look at each other in surprise. For a second then tension from before was still there. "You… like this song, Helga?"

Helga smiled and nodded. "Yeah… Usher and Pitbull aren't usually my thing, but… I don't know, this song's just always agreed with me. Hands up, and suddenly we all got our hands up. No control - "

" - of my body." Arnold chimed in and got a little closer to Helga. "Ain't I seen you before? I think I remember those" he got awfully close to her, simply to match the lyrics of the song, she thought. She couldn't help smiling while she almost fell out of the chair because of him just getting closer and closer to her. "eyes, eyes, eyes."

"Arnold!" Helga shrieked when she lost her balance on the barstool. Arnold, having foreseen this, took her hand in his and helped her sit straight again. Green met blue when their eyes met. It's not like I… haven't seen his eyes before, but… Helga thought and gulped a bit. Did they just turn a million times more green?

Whoa… Helga's eyes are really blue. Like really, really blue… With this light and that eye shadow… they almost look like diamonds. Arnold thought and started smiling a bit goofily. He already had her hand in his, but let go of it, so he could bow in front of her.

"My lady," Arnold extended his hand to her. "may I have this dance?" he asked in a ceremonial voice. Helga's eyes went wide and she felt butterflies soar through her stomach and around her heart. Oh, my goodness! Arnold, asking me to dance? And not just casually, but actually like a real gentleman! Be still, my beating heart…

Helga sighed dreamily and put her glass down on the counter. "Yes, you may, dear sir." She answered and took Arnold's hand. As she elegantly hopped off the chair, she felt him squeeze her hand just a little bit before they made their way to the dance floor.

"'Cause, baby, tonight the DJ got us falling in love again…"

Helga and Arnold erupted into a huge laughter and almost fell over each other in an awkward hug. "Arnold!" Helga said in a mix of shock, horror and alcohol. "You… cannot… dance… at… all!"

Arnold frowned but kept smiling. "What? You didn't like my moves?" he asked and was just about do to 'the chicken', until Helga took one of his hands. "No! Don't you dare! Oh, my god. Let's just get you away before you embarrass yourself. Even more that is."

With those words, Helga started pulling Arnold towards Phoebe and Gerald. "Hey, guys! Man, what a freak show you two just did!" Gerald said with a booming laughter afterwards. "Oh, shut up, tall hair boy, it was fun as hell." Helga answered with a big smile and pushed Arnold down to the couch next to Gerald. She then sat herself next to Phoebe at the other end.

"Well, you think this freak can handle anymore drinks?" Gerald asked Helga and pointed to Arnold. "Hell yes!" Arnold answered and made a fist pump. The gang laughed. "You're a light drunk, football head. But hey, let him have his fun." Helga answered and leaned back onto the couch.

"Anything I can bring for you, babe?" Gerald asked Phoebe as he stood up. He was wearing a huge smile while asking that and so was Phoebe. "I wouldn't mind a cosmopolitan, honey." She answered with a shy smile. "Cosmopolitan it is." He said and bend down in front of her. "Don't miss me too much."

Helga and Arnold rolled their eyes at each other, as Gerald kissed Phoebe's mouth. "Oh, yuck!" they said in unison and then started laughing at their friends, who looked only slightly annoyed at their teasing. "Oh, shut up. Come on, Arnold, help me carry the drinks." Gerald requested and pulled Arnold up by his collar.

When Gerald was about to pass the girls with Arnold's collar hanging in his hand, he was suddenly stopped. "Wait!" Arnold said with a slightly slurry voice and pulled his collar out of Gerald's grasp. He turned around and bend down to Helga.

"Anything I can bring for you, babe?" Arnold asked, obviously trying to imitate Gerald from before. Helga snickered, quickly catching his drift, and then folded her hands in front of her chest. "I also wouldn't mind a cosmopolitan, honey." She answered with a fake airy voice like Phoebe had done.

"Cosmopolitans for the ladies!" Arnold declared with another fist pump as he bend up again. Gerald rolled his eyes and took ahold of Arnold's collar again. "Come on, you drunken goof." He said and started pulling at him.

"Hurry back!" Helga said with a dramatic voice. She kissed the palm of her hand and then pretended to blow the kiss at Arnold. He smiled broadly and reached out to catch it. He put his hands to his heart and then bashed his eyelashes.

Helga laughed loudly and fell backwards out of pure laughter. The back of her head landed on Phoebe's lap and she saw the annoyed and yet amused look on her best friend's face. "You two seem awfully chummy." She observed.

"O-Oh, please… it's just too easy to make fun of you guys." Helga answered while trying to contain her laughter, though it was hard. "Maybe, but you two seemed really comfortable pretending to be a couple in love. And you were rolling on the floor with laughter while you were dancing with him." Phoebe observed aloud with a smile.

"How could I not?! Did you see Arnold's moves?" Helga sat up, chuckling rather than laughing now. "That guy could put Mick Jagger to shame!" she stated and laughed again. Phoebe was laughing herself at this point. "A-Alright, yeah, he… has some funny moves, but, Helga, if I didn't know any better, I would've thought you couldn't dance either."

"Who says I can?"

"The ballet training for one…"

"Oh… Ugh, fine, so maybe we were mostly goofing around rather than actual dancing. Sue us." Helga stated and crossed her arms with a smile. "You did seem to have a lot of fun." Phoebe answered with a smug smile.

"… Yeah? It really was fun. Arnold's fun… Maybe this whole party isn't such a bad thing." Helga answered and turned to look at Arnold and Gerald who was up at the bar. "I think Arnold thinks you're a lot of fun too, Helga." Phoebe said.

"You know what?" Helga asked and turned to look at Phoebe with a small smile. "I-I think so too…" Phoebe's eyes went big. "R-Really? You really believe in it?" she asked with a big smile. Helga nodded. "I mean… lately we've gotten closer somehow… He seems really comfortable with me and… well…" she glanced towards the boys again. She smiled dreamily. "One thing's for sure, Phoebs… I've never been this close."

An hour later the gang was sitting together, boozing and laughing. "Hey! Where's Aaron anyway?" Helga asked, suddenly realizing she hadn't seen him since getting into the party room. Phoebe leaned close to her and pointed. "Over there." She answered.

Helga looked in the direction she was pointing and then rolled her eyes while snickering. "Of course Rhonda and Lila are all over him. My god, they're pathetic." She mumbled and took a big of her second cosmopolitan.

"Hey…" Arnold muttered all of a sudden. The gang looked at him. "What?" Gerald asked. "Shhh." Arnold answered and lifted his forefinger in front of his mouth. He was looking pensive before suddenly declaring loudly. "I knew it! That song! It's 'Just the girl' by The Click Five!"

Helga almost choked in her drink. "Really?" she asked and then listened to the lyrics. "She's cold and she's cruel, but she knows what she's doing." She smiled broadly. "Oh, yeah! I love that song." She exclaimed and lifted her cosmopolitan as if to toast for it.

"She pushed me in the pool at our last school reunion."

Gerald leaned close to Arnold. "Is it just me or does that song fit you and Helga perfectly?" he whispered. Arnold smiled and then nodded. "Yeah, I always thought so too. That's why I love it." He answered.

"She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter."

"Hey, Helga!" Arnold called. "What?" she answered and put her glass down. "Wanna dance again?" he asked.

"Strange as it seems, she's the one I'm after."

Helga looked pensive for a second but then stood up. "Of course, football head! Let's cut a rug." She answered and was already running towards the dance floor. Arnold started laughing as he followed her.

"'Cause she's bittersweet. She knocks me off of my feet."

Gerald and Phoebe laughed at the sight of Arnold running up to Helga. She caught him before he fell down and then they started dancing goofily again. Gerald glanced towards Phoebe. If anyone knows whether Helga's crushing on Arnold or not, it'd be Phoebe. Maybe I can drop a hint without busting Arnold.

"And I can't help myself. I don't want anyone else."

"Hey, babe." Gerald said and inched a little closer to Phoebe. "Yeah?" she answered without looking away from Helga and Arnold. "Look at our best friends. What do you see?" he asked and looked at them with her.

"She's a mystery. She's too much for me."

Phoebe frowned a bit at Gerald's question. How odd. Gerald doesn't care all that much for Helga… Why would he ask that? Then her eyes went big. Unless… She glanced at him in the corner of her eyes and then shrugged. "Oh, I don't know… A pair of big goofs?"

"But I keep coming back for more. She's just the girl I'm looking for."

Gerald laughed. "Well, obviously, but don't they seem… chummy, so to speak?" he asked. "Well," Phoebe said thoughtfully. "they do seem to have become better friends lately." She answered. Gotta be careful. I don't know why Gerald's asking about this. But if he's asking on behalf of Arnold, then I really want to know.

"She can't keep a secret for more than an hour."

Gerald and Phoebe looked towards Helga and Arnold again. They were currently holding each other's hands while rolling them around to the beat. Gerald decided to just go for it, so he chuckled a bit. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say my man has a shot with your girl."

Oh, dear… Careful, Phoebe. She thought to herself and took a small breath. "And if I didn't know any better, I'd say Helga's got a chance with Arnold." She answered while eying him. Gerald kept looking stubbornly at her.

"She runs on 100 proof attitude power."

Phoebe turned to look at Gerald in a stubborn way, just as much as him. They kept glaring at each other like that, while trying to figure out why the other one was asking and answering the way they did.

"And the more she ignores me, the more I adore her."

Then both Phoebe and Gerald realized exactly why they were looking at each other like that. Phoebe gulped a bit. "R-Really?" she asked, careful to not tell on Helga in case her presumption was wrong.

"What can I do? I'd do anything for her."

Gerald gulped and nodded in a grave attitude. Phoebe gave a huge smile. "Really? Oh, my god, Gerald!" she shrieked and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she did that, Gerald realized the same thing she just had. "Seriously?" he asked and put his hands on her shoulder, so he could pull her away and look at her. "Helga feels the same way Arnold does?"

"Definitely!" Phoebe answered. Gerald sighed in relief and held her into his arms again. "Man, that's a relief. I was sure Helga was gonna deck him, if she ever found out."

"No way! She's… liked him for way too long to do that." Phoebe had been just about to admit Helga being love with Arnold for years. She figured that wouldn't be a good idea. Even if Arnold did like Helga, who was to say if it was on the same level?

"Yeah, Arnold's been in love with Helga for years himself, so I'm glad to hear that." Gerald answered. Opposite his girlfriend, he didn't think his sentence through. "Wait," Phoebe said and pulled back. "did you say in love? And for years?"

Then it dawned on Gerald and he smacked his forehead. "Man, am I losing my touch! I just can't lie to you…" he mumbled and then let the palm of his hand glide down his face and he sighed with a nod. "Yeah… he's a goner for that girl."

"… How many years?" Phoebe asked. Gerald frowned and shook his head. "No way. I'm not saying that. I'm not telling on my boy."

"You just did!"

"Yeah, as an accident! Now I had the chance thinking firsthand, and there's no way I'm telling he's been in love with Helga since preschool. Nu-uh. No way!"

"Since preschool?!"

"Yeah, since… damn it!" Gerald exclaimed and slapped his forehead again. "You gotta stop asking me questions like this, babe, you know I'm a horrible liar when it comes to you."

"Maybe this will cheer you up." Phoebe said with a big smile and took his hands. "Helga's been in love with Arnold since she was three years old too."

Gerald's eyes went big. "Are you for real?!" he asked. When Phoebe nodded, he smiled again. But then he frowned. "Then why did she treat him like crap?" he asked, which made Phoebe frown too. "Gerald, you may accidentally tell on Arnold, but I won't do the same to Helga. The reason for that is her own business."

"Alright, I don't really care anyway. She's in love with him, and treating him good now, so…" Gerald said and then shrugged with a big smile. Phoebe smiled back. "We gotta get them together. They're both too scared at the other's reaction to take the first step."

"Got it. Now I can push him towards Helga with a good conscience. But let's promise each other not to tell them that we know, ok? I don't want Arnold to know I told on him. He'll kill me."

"Not telling!" Phoebe answered with her usual cheerful voice. Oh, Helga. I'm so happy for you! Finally Arnold feels the same… or rather, now he's finally realized or… well, now your chances are definitely bigger than before. You just need a proper push.

Not too long after, Helga and Arnold came back with Helga having her arm wrapped over his shoulder. "I need a break from Mick Jagger over here. And I need some water." She said with a slurry voice. "Oh, then I'll take you." Phoebe said and stood up.

"Thanks, Phoebs." Helga answered and laid her arm over Phoebe's shoulders instead. "We'll be right back." Phoebe said to Gerald. "Be careful with her." Arnold said as he sat down next to Gerald. Phoebe couldn't help but smile at that. "I will." She answered and followed Helga out the room.

"Well, well, well," Gerald said with a smug smile and turned to look at Arnold who was just panting with a smiling face. "look who's all worn out from dancing with Helga again. Tell me, wasn't that move towards the end a bit daring?"

Arnold smiled as he remembered dipping Helga back towards the end of the song. "Yeah, I guess. Helga's probably on the right track. Some water might be good to sober up." He answered and looked around. "Not what I meant by daring, but here." Gerald said and held a glass out to him.

"Thanks." Arnold said and took it to drink from it. When he was done, he frowned. "Wait, if you had water, then why didn't you offer Helga some before?" he asked. "Easy." Gerald said and scooched closer. "I wanted to talk to you alone."

Arnold cocked an eyebrow. "Uh… ok. What's up?" he asked and started drinking from the bottle again. "Well, let's go back to my first statement: You're being pretty daring out there. Is it the alcohol talking or…?" Gerald asked.

Arnold put the bottle down and tipped his head from side to side as he thought about it. "Both yes and no. I'm drinking to become more daring, so in that sense yes." He answered. Gerald lifted his eyebrows. "And why no?"

Arnold smirked. "Because I made a solemn vow, Gerald." He answered. Gerald's eyes got a little bigger in disbelief. "A vow? About what?" he asked. Arnold lifted the bottle as if reading a declaration. "That from this night forward, I will not hold back. I'm done being subtle."

Gerald smiled and clapped Arnold's shoulder in an impressed way. "Way to go, Arnold! So, you're going for it tonight?" he asked. Arnold looked unsure for a second. "Not completely. I don't want to just hook up with Helga at a party. That's not enough. I'm simply… doing my best to show my interest."

Gerald nodded. "Alright then. Ok. Baby steps, baby steps. I get that. Just promise me something." He said. Arnold looked at him again. "Promise what?" he asked. "Whatever happens tonight…" Gerald said with a smile. "just go with the flow."

"Thanks, Phoebs. I feel really sobered up now. I don't want to risk starting to fall around or something." Helga said appreciatively, as she and Phoebe walked out of the bathroom. "You're welcome, Helga. Glad I could help." Phoebe answered. "Speaking of falling around… I have a feeling Arnold's falling for you tonight."

Helga stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Phoebe with big eyes. "What?! Wh-Wh-Where did that come from? Jeez, Phoebe, don't spring stuff like that on me! You trying to give me a heart… Wait. What? What makes you say that?"

"Well, it just seems like Arnold's having a really good time tonight. With you." Phoebe answered with a bit of a smug smile. Helga felt her cheeks reddening. "… You think so? I'd like to think so, it's just… we're both a little drunk, so who knows if he's just - "

"You're doing it again!" Phoebe interrupted, making Helga jump around to face her again. "Sheesh, Phoebe! Doing what?" she asked. "Being insecure! Stop thinking so much. That's always been your problem." Phoebe answered and put her hands on Helga's shoulders. "Promise me something. Tonight: Whatever may happen, just go along with it, alright?"

Helga blinked rapidly. Phoebe was usually never forceful unless she had to be. This must have meant a lot to her. "Wh-Whatever may happen…?" Helga asked. Phoebe nodded once in a very stubborn way. "Go along with it…" Helga repeated again and frowned a bit. "Did Gerald say something to you?"

Phoebe's breath got caught in her throat. Helga's rather observational for one being drunk… She sighed a bit and then shook her head. "Why would you think that? I'm just saying this as your friend. Your smart friend, may I point out."

"Show-off."

"Please, Helga, just promise me not to get defensive around him? Look at where you've gotten already! Arnold's dancing with you… voluntarily!"

"Yeah, that is a pretty big step… Fine, I'll… take your advice. I was planning to be on my best behavior anyway. I might as well be like that around Arnold too. Besides, if I say something I regret, I can blame it on the alcohol!"

"Helga…"

"What? That's a brilliant plan. It makes me less nervous, that's for sure." Helga stated and then kept on walking. Phoebe shook her head in amusement and then followed her. "Well, that's fine then. Just be yourself, Helga, but, you know, the sweet yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Less sass, more sugar." Helga answered and stepped into the party room again. As soon as she did, she felt an arm wrap around her own. "Hey! What the - Aaron! What the hell are you doing?"

Aaron was currently holding Helga's arm in his own, while wearing his usual smug smile. "I take back what I said earlier." He answered. "Huh? What are you talking about?" Helga asked. "The thing about 'no surprises'. I do have one." He answered.

Helga's eyes went big. "Why, you lying piece of - " she was currently lifting her free arm to punch him, when she heard Phoebe's voice behind her. "Helga? Are you ok?" she asked. "Phoebs! Uh…" Helga looked back and forth between her and Aaron a couple of times before sighing. "I need to talk to Aaron for a second, ok? Tell the others I'll be right there."

"Oh… Uh, ok. Call me if there's any trouble, ok?" Phoebe requested and headed towards the boys. Helga turned to scowl at Aaron. "You fucking liar! What? What do you want me to do?" she asked. Aaron just kept smirking. "Don't worry. It's nothing huge. And to be fair: I didn't know this kind of chance would come when I said there wouldn't be any surprises."

"… Oh, god. What are you gonna make me do?" Helga asked in horror. "Rhonda just told me she's going to give people the chance to do a little karaoke, and I have picked the perfect song for you." Aaron answered.

Helga felt like throwing up and passing out at the same time. "What?! K-Karaoke?! Me?! Are you insane? I can't sing!" she shouted. Aaron rolled his eyes. "Don't lie to me. I heard you sing in the car on the way over. I know you can sing."

"Well… alright, fine! Technically I can hit a few notes, but I don't wanna sing in front of all of these people!"

"You don't have stage fright. I know that too."

"N-No, but…" Helga desperately searched for an excuse but then just sighed loudly in defeat. "There's no way I'm getting out of this, am I?" she asked. Aaron shook his head, which made Helga sigh again. "Did you at least choose a song, I know?"

"I have a feeling you know it." Aaron let go of Helga's arm. "Go back to the others. When Rhonda asks who wants to start out, be ready for me to call on you." He said and started walking towards a group of girls.

Helga sighed yet again and turned to walk towards Phoebe, Arnold and Gerald. "Hi, Helga!" Phoebe said when she saw her. She frowned when she noticed the sullen look on Helga's face though, as she plumbed down next to Arnold. "What's the matter?"

"Guess who decided to pull a prank on me?" Helga asked and crossed her arms. Gerald and Phoebe looked questioningly at each other, while Arnold kept looking worriedly at Helga. "Who? What prank?"

"Aaron. And you'll see." Helga answered and sighed again. She didn't care how anyone might understand the next thing she did. She put her head to rest on Arnold's shoulder as if exhausted from the conversation before.

Arnold's body was a huge mix of feelings. Anger, happiness and curiosity. Who did Aaron think he was, pulling a prank on Helga? He was angry, but he was also happy that Helga was seeking comfort from his shoulder. He was also curious. What kinda prank exactly?

Author's 2nd note: So! Again: Tomorrow you won't have a new chapter. I'm going to celebrate one of my best friend's birthday. We're talking a 9 hour party with boozing at a night club, so there's no way in hell I'm capable of writing that day xD I'll see you at Sunday though! Hopefully I won't have hangovers XD And wish me luck getting home with the trains and busses… She lives kinda far away -.- Maybe my mom will be an angel and pick me up? *-*

Songs:

Usher and Pitbull – "Dj got us falling in love"

The Click Five – "Just the girl"