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": What Arnold hadn't expected to happen, when he brought Helga home, was that he would fall asleep not only next to her, but while holding her hand. She woke up to the biggest – and possibly happiest – surprise of her life, though the surprise was too grand for her to comprehend it at first.

The morning was met with a rather nasty surprise for Arnold though, when he realized exactly how drunken Helga's mother truly was. After a slap out of almost nowhere, Miriam finally let Helga and Arnold alone and walked out of the kitchen in shame.

Not to Helga's surprise, but still immense happiness, Arnold told her he would keep her family life a secret, and he comforted her. It was the first time he saw her cry and he made a silent prayer that he would never see her so miserable again.

After a very embarrassing misunderstanding from his parents, Arnold finally hung up on them to only be met with more of Helga's laughter. But now at least their hung-over day together could begin.

Author's 1st note: Yet again: I have NO clue how this will turn out. I never planned a Sunday, I only have plans for next week of this story! xD Man, I have kinda dug my own grave with this chapter… Oh, well, here goes! :P

Chapter 17: "No matter what I say, it'll sound bad"

"… If it helps, then I am in a way better mood now." Helga said and tried to hold back a snicker behind her hand. Arnold's cheeks were still flushed from the former embarrassment, which had happened ten minutes ago. The two blondes had found it quite necessary to be quiet for the time being, both trying to slow their beating hearts.

Arnold sighed and smiled a bit, as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, that's good… but seriously, I could kill my parents right now." He answered and sighed again, this time in more despair than in amusement.

"Naw, you don't mean that. You love them anyway, even if they do embarrass you. You should get used to it already. That's what parents do!" Helga replied and jumped down from the kitchen desk. "But if it'll make you more comfortable, we'll never mention it again."

"Yes, please." Arnold replied and followed her out of the kitchen. "Sounds good to me, Arnoldo. So, want to go upstairs and watch a movie or something?" Helga asked and went towards the staircase. "Sure." He answered with a smile.

As they went up a couple of steps, they could hear some rummaging in the kitchen. They both stopped and looked towards the room, despite the fact they couldn't exactly see through the wall. "Typical," Helga sneered. "Miriam just waited for us to leave, before grabbing the bottle again."

Arnold was about to ask if Helga was still all right, when she just continued her way up the stairs. "Come on, Arnoldo! I ain't got all day! Well, no, that's not really true… but still. Hurry up!" she called and went into her room. He smiled and followed her gladly. Yeah, she's fine.

"Any movie genre you'd prefer, paste for brains?" Helga asked and jumped onto her bed. Arnold watched her for a second, before answering. She seemed in a perfectly fine mood, so why did he still worry so much about her parents? It wasn't like he could do much at the moment anyway. He decided to let it go for now. He knew her: She would come to him, when she was ready to talk.

"I'm not sure. What have you got?" Arnold asked and walked closer. "Check for yourself, head boy. See if there's anything you like." Helga answered and gestured behind him. He turned around to see a big cabinet. He walked towards it and opened it. "Whoa! How many movies have you got?"

"You think I've been counting them all? Knock yourself out." Helga answered and shifted on her bed. Arnold did as told and started reading the titles of the movies. There was a few he recognized, but most of them seemed to be older movies. There was a wide range of genres. Romance and action seemed to be her favorites.

Arnold had to cock an eyebrow though, when he noticed something odd. It seemed like many of the covers were hiding other covers behind them. He glanced at Helga, who was busy trying to find the remote control for her television.

I shouldn't do this. She's obviously trying to hide these particular movies… Despite reprimanding himself, Arnold caught himself taking out some of the covers to read the titles behind them. His eyes popped out.

"Found something, football head?" Helga asked, not looking at him. "Oh, I found something alright." Arnold answered, trying his best not to snicker. That bit of snicker that did get out of his mouth, made her look at him though. "Whoa! How many movies do you wanna see?" she asked, when she noticed the pile of movies in his arms.

"Oh, no, Helga. I definitely don't want to watch these." Arnold answered and put them down on top of the cabinet. "Huh? Then what do you want to…" Helga had been about to ask, what he did want to see then, but then he stepped aside and she realized why he was smiling so broadly.

"Really, Helga? The badass tomboyish bully likes Disney movies?" Arnold asked and started biting at his lower lip to try and not laugh. Helga was mortified. If there was one thing she didn't want anyone to see in her room at her age, it was those bloody Disney movies!

"Why, you little…! Why do you think I hid those?!" Helga asked in a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Well, sorry, Helga, but it's not like they were very well hidden or anything." Arnold answered.

"Doesn't matter! They were obviously hidden! So much for being a goody-two-shoes! Where's your morality now?!"

"You said it yourself, Helga: You have a bad influence on me. But if it makes you feel less embarrassed, I'm pretty sure I also have a huge stack of Disney movies in my room."

"Well, that's no surprise!"

"Why not?"

"Because you're Arnold, that's why!"

"What does me being me have to do with - "

"You're such a child in so many other way! It's not a surprise you have children's movies in your room. It'd surprise me, if you also didn't have Pingu or something on DVD!" Helga shouted in a frenzy.

Arnold cocked his eyebrow and went to take one of the Disney movies out of the cabinet. "Everything you're saying is something I can say right back at you." He pointed out as he waved the movie in his hand.

Helga felt heat rise all around her face and she just decided to look away with a scowl. "If you tell anyone, I'll make you not be able to walk for a week." She said in a more childish rather than threatening tone of voice. "I won't tell. No one would believe me anyway." Arnold answered and turned around to face the cabinet again.

Helga sighed deeply. "Found a movie you wanna watch…?" she asked in an attempt at getting out of the awkward topic. "In fact I have!" Arnold pulled out a cover. "Catch!" he said cheerfully and threw the cover at her.

Helga caught it without any trouble and stood up from the bed. "What did you…" she had been about to ask what Arnold had chosen, when she noticed the title. She glanced at him in disbelief, as he sat down on her bed. "Football head… 'The Beauty And The Beast'… Really?"

Arnold shrugged. "It's my favorite." He answered honestly. Helga turned around and waved the movie in her hand. "Are you mocking me?" she asked angrily. "What? No!" he answered with a deep frown.

"… Seriously?"

"I swear! Come on, Helga, put the movie on. I haven't seen it in forever. It's not like you and I can watch these movies with anyone else." Arnold answered with a bit of a sullen look on his face. Helga's heart skipped a beat. "You and… Uh, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that… Well… most people would say we're too old for these movies, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"But we both like them, so… we can watch them together. There's no reason to hide it, since we both like them. That's what I meant." Arnold explained. Helga could feel her heart skip a beat again. "Well, that's true… I can imagine that Gerald would rather have a root canal than watch a cheesy children's movie."

"You got that right. When he saw the ones, I have at home. I swear, he mocked me for a month." Arnold answered with a small sigh. Helga laughed loudly as she put the disk into the DVD player. "I can easily see that happening."

Helga strolled back to the bed, sat down next to Arnold and pushed the play button on the remote controller. The familiar theme melody of Disney could be heard in the room and both blondes got a big smile on their lips.

"What's your favorite Disney movie?" Arnold asked after a few hours. They had just put another Disney movie on, this time choosing 'Tarzan'. Helga gave a thoughtful sigh. "I… honestly can't say. I like most of them for different reasons. You?"

"Same here. There's no way I could choose. Anyone you really dislike?"

"Oh, that's easy. 'Sleeping Beauty'. Without a doubt."

"Really? Care to explain why?"

"Sure. First of all, the heroine: Aurora. She's boring as fuck, she's got no personality whatsoever, she's supposed to be 16 years old, yet she sounds like she's in her thirties since her voice actress actually was just about to hit thirty, and she falls in love with the first male man she sees, claiming she's seen him in her dreams. The hero: Prince Phillip, same reasons as Aurora."

Arnold just kept staring at Helga as she continued listing off the reasons for her hatred of the movie. I knew Helga was insightful… but she's got some really nice points. I'm starting to question whether I like the movie or not now. She should be a politician or something.

"And finally, the one thing I do want to give the movie credit for was that it had the original music made by Tchaikovsky from the original ballet. But that's about it." Helga finished. She continued to look at the screen for a second, before she noticed that Arnold was staring at her. She glanced at him. "What?"

"It's just…" Arnold snickered a bit, but forced himself to hold it in. "You're quite passionate." He observed with an earnest smile. Helga felt her heart leap at his words. "P-Passion… Uh, what do you mean, hair boy?"

"You take it so seriously."

"So, what's it to ya'?"

"It's meant as a compliment."

"How so?"

"You don't just sit down, watch a movie and accept it for what it is. You analyze it, find the mistakes and create your opinion based on that. I like that you don't just follow the mob. Most people adore this movie."

"Well… I'm not like most people, football head." Helga answered and crossed her arms beneath her chest. Arnold put his elbow on his thigh and rested his chin in his palm. "I know." He answered with a dreamy smile.

Helga dared to glance at him at the corner of her eye. Her heart was threating to jump out of her ribcage from the way he was looking at her. Going back to her defense mechanism, she grabbed her pillow beside her and threw it at him.

Sh-Sheesh! Way to go, Arnold, now I can't calm down! Idiot! Moron! Yutz! Fool! Sweet… Sweet fool. This is dangerous. So very, very dangerous… We're alone in my room, on a Sunday afternoon, and we… oh, my god, why are we sitting on my bed anyway?! Do I want to have a stroke?!

Helga's mind was in a complete panic, when something hit her. Literally. "Ow!" she exclaimed and looked at Arnold in disbelief. He was smirking at her, as he kept holding on to the pillow in his hand. "Did you just…" she started, but then smirked proudly. "Oh, no. You are not challenging me to a pillow fight. No way."

"Are you scared of losing, Helga?" Arnold asked, while waving the pillow in his hand in a cocky way. "Oh, it's on!" Helga answered and grabbed another pillow. "You're so going down! Your wide head is a way too easy target!"

With those words, the pillow fight began. Laughter erupted into the room as the two love-struck teenagers punched their pillows at each other. Helga quickly regretted the fact that she had actual feathers in her pillows, because now it almost seemed as if it had snowed inside her room.

Helga shoved her pillow into Arnold's face, and while he was preoccupied with trying to get it off, she grabbed his pillow. She laughed maliciously as she pulled both pillows away from him and smiled in triumph. "You giving up, football head?!"

"Heck no!" Arnold answered and lunged for Helga. She shrieked loudly, when he grabbed her sides and started tickling her. "Not fair! Not fair, not fair, not fair! Arnold, that is so not in character!" she declared and fell backwards onto the bed, letting completely go off the pillows.

Arnold just kept tickling her though. He was enjoying it far too much to stop. Honestly, even if he did enjoy the feel of her hands on him, he felt slightly disappointed when she grabbed his wrists to stop him. She overpowered him and managed to roll them both around, so that she was now holding his wrists down to the bed. When he tried to move, she swung a leg over his hips and straddled him.

"I win!" Helga announced proudly with her voice panting. "You always have…" Arnold answered, while gasping just as much. "It's because I'm just that good." She answered with a proud smile. "Naw, it's because you use dirty tricks." He answered with a playful smirk.

"Oh? And tickling in the middle of a pillow fight is not a dirty trick?" Helga asked incredulous. Arnold shrugged. "I said I wasn't scared of using dirty tricks." He answered. She cocked an eyebrow. "When did you say that?" she asked.

Arnold, realizing his mistake, just snickered. "A while ago… in my head." He answered, trying to joke his way out of it. Helga snorted, so apparently it had worked. "You're a basket case, you know that?"

"It takes one to know one, Helga!" Arnold answered and started thrusting with his hips to make Helga fall off. She shrieked loudly and started laughing, while she struggled to stay on him. She kept laughing until she had to wince at something odd. "Arnold, stop! Your cellphone is hurting me!" she said, while still laughing.

"Huh? My cellphone? It's on the desk." Arnold answered and stopped moving. Helga cocked an eyebrow. "What? Then what is that hard thing that's poking…" and then she stopped talking. Her eyes went wide as a very inappropriate option crossed her mind.

Arnold was still confused at first. Hard thing that's poking her? He repeated in his head and looked towards her thighs as if he could see an answer. Then, when she shifted just slightly, as if she was trying to get a better feel, he gasped.

Both Helga and Arnold's eyes went wide, when the reality truly dawned on both of them. Oh, God, no! Not now! Arnold begged in his mind, when he could feel her pressed up against him. It had never been his intention. Not whatsoever. I'm innocent! She's the one who's sitting on top of me! I-I was only moving around like to get her off. It was part of the game! What am I supposed to say to her?! I… I… It doesn't matter what I say, does it? I'm screwed!

Helga gulped very loudly. For one reason or another, her ears chose to listen to the audio of the movie currently running on her TV. She could hear Jane's voice with the rain in the background. "Oh, dear… Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear!"

My thoughts exactly, sister… Helga thought at the corner of her mind, because most of it was clouded with very, very dirty thoughts. How… How am I supposed to react? Should I joke myself out of it? Pretend I don't realize? No, none of those are options. If I joke about it, that'd just make him more uncomfortable. He must already be shaken to his core with fear. And I already made it quite clear that I've noticed his… hard-on. Besides… no way in Hell I couldn't notice that!

Then another thought occurred to Helga. I could also… use this to my advantage… I mean, in a way, he's already taken the first step. I could try and kiss him and then… maybe instincts would just take over? He's already turned on! It should be easy! First step's already been taken…

This is without a doubt the most horrifying embarrassingly thing, I have ever experienced. When she sat on my lap, she was at least gone before she could notice. This… There's no way to get out of this. Should I apologize? Should I even speak? But if I don't speak, then what else is there to…

That was when Arnold noticed the odd look in Helga's eyes. They were half-lidded and almost looked… sultry? Wait… He thought and gulped slightly. She don't exactly seem mad… She hasn't yelled at me yet, and she hasn't moved either. She couldn't possibly…

Before Arnold could finish his thought, Helga's eyes came closer to his own. His own eyes, which had been dilated greatly for the last minute, now closed shut in slight fear. He didn't know what to expect from her, only what to hope.

Arnold closed his eyes… Helga thought and licked her lips. Is that like… giving me an ok? Green lighting my unsaid question? Only… O-Only one way to find out. With determination as her motivation, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and dove forward.

A loud smack echoed through the house. Helga stopped for a second, noticing the sound. The front door…? Couldn't have been Miriam, she's probably already half-asleep. Besides, that was a really loud sound… It could only be… She opened her eyes in a panic. Oh, fuck!

"Arnold." Helga said loudly, concealing her panic the best she could. Arnold opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times. "Uh… Uh-huh?" he said in a bit of a daze. He hadn't heard the bang of the door. His own lustful thoughts had clouded his hearing too much.

"Olga!"

"Run." Helga said in a panic and jumped right off Arnold. "Excuse me?" he answered and sat up. "What? Are you deaf? Run, you stupid boy! Big Bob's home!" she answered and grabbed his phone. She threw it at him without warning, but luckily, he caught it.

"Olga, where are you?!" Big Bob's angry voice could be heard through the hallways. Helga rolled her eyes. "It's Helga." She corrected in a whispering voice, knowing very well he couldn't hear her anyway.

"Why are you panicking, Helga?" Arnold asked and stood up from the bed. "Hello! It's Big Bob Pataki! Do you want to know what he did, the first time he saw a boy in Olga's room?!" Helga asked. He blinked a couple of times, while imaging some very horrid things. He shook his head violently. "Your answer will hunt me, I can imagine. But what do we do?"

"Uh…" Helga looked around. There must be an escape for him somewhere! Oh, please, let Big Bob be slow at walking up the stairs. I don't wish to see my dad try to hurt my beloved, because then my beloved will have to see me beat my dad into a pulp!

Then Helga's eyes fell to her window. "Out the window!" She answered and ran to it. "What?!" Arnold followed her a couple of steps. "I'm not going out the window!" he answered in incredulity. When the window was open, she turned around to face him. "It's either that or be meet with a man, who could put The hulk to shame!"

"I'm going out the window." Arnold decided without missing a beat. "Good choice, football head." Helga said and stepped aside. He let his head out of the window to look down. "I can't jump from here! I'll die!" he said with fear in his voice and pulled his head inside again.

"Then hang onto the windowpane or something!" Helga suggested and looked to her window. "What?!" Arnold shrieked and looked outside again. "Got any better ideas, paste for brains?" she asked. He gulped. "Well… No, but - "

"Olga! I am talking to you!" Big Bob yelled. His voice was obviously dangerously close. Helga turned to scowl at Arnold. "Do it!" she whispered and pushed at him a little. He sighed and laid his legs against the windowpane. He turned around and let himself fall down, so he could grab it with his hands.

Helga leaned out to look at Arnold. "I can still see your hands!" she pointed out in a low voice. "What do you want me to do? Paint them brown so they match the pane?" he asked with a scowl. She rolled her eyes and tried to think of a solution.

Unfortunately, Helga only got two seconds to think, before she heard her door open behind her. She turned around and laid her hands deliberately on top of Arnold's to hide them. Despite the fact that his heart was already beating from the fear, he was pretty sure that the next couple of beats came from a different source.

"I've been calling you forever, girl. What are you doing up here?" Big Bob asked as he walked into the room. Helga rolled her eyes. "You're asking me what I'm doing up in my own room on a Sunday?" she asked.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't take that tone of voice with me, young lady. I want to know where you went last night."

"… You're kidding! I told you. I went to a party with some of my friends!"

"I don't remember you telling me anything like that!"

"Well, I did. It's not my fault you never listen to what I'm saying."

"Not true! I do listen. I got you tickets to that play named 'Rats', didn't I? And you didn't even have to tell me. I figured it out myself."

"Big whoop! I was nine years old at the time! And I wanted to go to see Slam Jam. If you actually did listen, then you would have known that I'm a wrestling fan, and figured that out by yourself!"

"You like wrestling? Since when?" Bob asked with a cocked eyebrow. Helga's mouth got big and round, and she was about to start yelling at him, when she could feel Arnold's hands wriggle under her own. After being reminded of her current situation, she coughed a little to regain her composure. "Never mind. Listen, Bob, as I said, then I went to a party last night, so I'm not exactly feeling very good right now. That's why I'm up here, and I'll be up here all day. Ok?"

Bob looked at Helga, as if he wanted to continue his interrogation. At least until he looked around inside the room, and noticed the very feathery bed. He cocked an eyebrow. "What the hell happened?" he asked.

Helga looked in the same direction, and managed to curse inside her head for a few seconds, while she was cooking up an excuse. "I told you, I don't feel good. I'm hung-over, so I… took it out on the pillows." She answered with a shrug.

Good one… Arnold complimented in his head. Bob narrowed his eyes and eyed Helga for a bit, but then just rolled his eyes. "Teenagers." He muttered under his breath and went out the door. After a few seconds, she turned around and grabbed Arnold's arms. "You hanging in there?"

"All I can do is hanging! Get me up, please!" Arnold begged and started pulling himself up. "Oh, one more thing." Bob said as he walked back into Helga's room. She didn't have time to pull herself up, so she was still hanging with half her torso out of the window, when he got in. "What the heck are you doing, girl?"

"Uh…" Helga mumbled. Arnold could see the wheels in her heart turning, and then she finally rolled her eyes as she rolled her head dramatically. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting some fresh air!"

For one reason or another, Arnold had to bite at his lower lip to keep himself for laughing. It had looked so funny, when Helga said those words, and the words themselves. What the heck! "Shut up!" Helga whispered in annoyance, but mostly because she had a hard time not trying to laugh herself.

"If you just want some fresh air, then why are you hanging outside the window like that?" Bob asked curiously, but his tone of voice indicated that he was thinking Helga was insane. "Because I got more air like that. Besides… this will count as my walk outside today, so I can stay inside." She answered.

"… Yeah. Whatever. I just wanted to say that I'm gonna be away on business next week, so you and Miriam are gonna be on your own." Bob said, obviously just wanting to leave Helga alone by now. "Sure. That's fine. Have a nice trip. Bye-bye." She answered and waved lazily with her head.

"Criminy. I'm surrounded…" Bob muttered as he walked out. "Hey!" Helga turned around to look at the closed door. "That's my line!" she yelled at him and turned around to pull Arnold inside again. When he landed on the floor, he was holding his stomach while laughing. "What's so funny, yutz?"

Arnold sat up while he still held his stomach. "It's just… you and your dad… you should be a comedy duo or something." He answered and then held his mouth to conceal the laughter. "Excuse me, Arnoldo?" Helga said and crossed her arms. "Care to explain that statement?"

"You and Big Bob… You're so different, and yet so alike. It's just hilarious listening to."

"… A comedy duo, eh? Well, he probably wouldn't mind, since it'd bring more money."

"And it could give him quality time with his daughter." Arnold pointed out with a small frown. Helga snorted. "Whenever he spends quality time with me, is when he can earn something from doing it."

"Helga, that couldn't possibly - "

"He attended parents' day, just so he could win the trophy. He forced me to study all night, when I had a chance to win a spelling bee. He loved watching all those interviews with me, back when I was the IT girl. He only cared about our float back in fourth grade, because I promised him we would advertise Big Bob's Beepers. He - "

"I get it already!" Arnold finally interrupted, when he couldn't take anymore. Helga scowled at him, now obviously angry at remembering all those things at the same time. "I'm sorry." He muttered honestly. He felt bad. It wasn't his intention to make her list off all the reasons why Big Bob was a deadbeat dad. It wasn't like Arnold didn't know to begin with anyway, it was just in his nature to try and help. However, sometimes it backfired.

"It's alright. You're just trying to help. I know that… If it makes you feel better, I've had good moments with my parents too, even if they were very short-lived." Helga answered after sighing a bit. Then she frowned thoughtfully. "We should get you the heck out of here, before my dad notices though."

"Oh, right." Arnold answered and stood up. Helga did the same thing and walked to her door. She opened it slowly and peeked out. She could hear the sound of 'Wheel of fortune'. "Great. He's watching TV. That means we'll be able to sneak out easily."

"So… what? We just… walk right past him?" Arnold asked. "Pretty much. Wait for a second, while I walk downstairs and make sure he's distracted." Helga answered and walked outside. He did as told and waited a bit, before following her.

Helga walked slowly through the hallway and sneaked a peak into the living room. She turned around with a smile and waved at Arnold. He walked right behind her and took a short look too. Big Bob was sitting in his chair, watching 'Wheel of fortune'. He noticed nothing.

"You sure we won't get busted?" Arnold asked in a whisper. "Hell no. The house could be on fire, and he wouldn't notice." Helga answered and went to the front door. The two blondes put on their shoes and jackets, before she opened the door and they went outside.

Arnold sighed in relief, when they were safe and sound outside. "Whoa, for a guy who's been in countless dangerous situations then you didn't handle this very well." Helga observed with a snicker. He chuckled a bit and then just plain smiled. "I'd rather face every single cheetah, tiger, lion, leopard, puma and occasional monkey you and I met in San Lorenzo again, than making the father of the girl with the iron fists mad."

"I'm not sure all of the animals on your list lives in San Lorenzo, but still a good call." Helga answered and started walking. Arnold followed her, still chuckling a bit because of the fear and the adrenaline.

"So much for the hung-over day together, huh?" Helga mumbled in disappointment, though she tried to hide it. A bit. Not as much as she usually would have. Arnold smirked. "Seem like we'll have to take a rain check."

"A rain check? You mean you wanna try again some other time?" Helga asked with raised eyebrows and hope. Arnold's smirk disappeared and he gulped a bit. This is pretty innocent. I can say yes to that. "Sure." He answered, trying to be subtle.

Helga glanced forward with a small smile. "So, you're planning on getting me drunk, taking me home and sleep in my room again?" she asked, trying make her heartbeat slow down. Arnold felt his heart leap in his ribcage and he just chuckled in embarrassment. "Uh… n-no matter what I say right now, it'll make me look bad, so I'll just shut up."

"Relax, Arnoldo, I'm just screwing with ya'." Helga said with a smile, happy that her comment had gotten the wanted response. Yeah, I wish you were. Arnold thought. As soon as the words crossed his mind, he shook his head as if to try to throw them away again. What's the matter with me?!

"It's probably a bad idea though…" Helga mumbled sadly. Arnold turned to look at her in disappointment. "Uh… how come?" he asked. She glanced at him in disbelief. "Hello! Did you just miss the last ten minutes, football head? If you come to my house like that again and Big Bob finds you, then you're not coming back, and not just because he won't let you, but because your legs won't work!"

Arnold gulped loudly and tried to shake the images out of his head. "Alright, fine… how about going to the boarding house today instead?" he suggested. Helga stopped in the middle of the street, as she felt her heart pound at the sheer idea of her and Arnold in his room… together… with his knowledge that is, but then an annoying face appeared in her brain. "Is… Aaron gonna be there?"

Arnold frowned at Helga's question. "Uh, I'm not sure. I think he will be. He hasn't told me about any plans at least." He answered honestly, hoping for a bad reaction from Helga. He got it. "No thanks." She answered with a scowl.

"… You really hate him, don't you?" Arnold asked with a slight smirk. Helga sighed and nodded a bit while shrugging. "I try not to. Really. He's just… ugh." She gave up explaining, since it would mean she would go into a rant about why she hated Aaron, and the reason for that would be bad for her, if Arnold found out.

"But we'll still do that hung-over day at some point, right?" Arnold asked with a smile. Helga snickered. "I'm starting to think you just wanna get me drunk, Arnoldo." She answered with a smirk. He smirked back. "Again: No matter what I say, it'll sound bad." He answered which caused both of them to laugh.

Author's 2nd note: Sorry, it took so long! :P First of all: I don't actually dislike Sleeping Beauty… xD It's not exactly my favorite, and I don't really know A LOT about it, but enough to know that it's not a Disney movie I'm too fond of xD