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": After discovering that Helga shares his love for Disney movies, Arnold was more than ready to begin his hung-over day filled with Disney movies together with her.
To hide her embarrassment at a compliment from Arnold, Helga subconsciously started a pillow fight, which ended up in her straddling him and feeling him at a whole different level. As she finally pulled herself together, her father managed to interrupt them.
After getting rid of Big Bob, Helga snuck outside with Arnold to walk him home. On the way it was safe to say, that they both know had confirmed that spending time alone together was definitely gonna be on the agenda.
Author's 1st note: I know how this chapter is gonna go! Despite not planning this Sunday ahead, then I already know how this one will end up! Yay me xD
Chapter 18: "You were in good hands"
"You sure you don't want to come inside?" Arnold asked, seriously hoping for a yes this time around. Aaron or not, he didn't want to let go of Helga just yet. It was a rare opportunity, and even if they had made semi plans just now, then that would be in the future. He wanted to be with her now.
Just like Arnold, Helga didn't want to leave herself. She looked longingly at his door and wondered, if it really would be all that bad if Aaron was there? Arnold would be the perfect buffer. He already knew she didn't like his cousin, so what was the big problem?
"Well… I should at least say hello to your parents. I should reconfirm that their son is still a virgin, so they won't give you a hard time." Helga answered and went up to the front door. "Helga!" Arnold exclaimed in slight panic, but mostly happiness since she had finally agreed.
"I'm here to keep you on your toes, head boy." Helga said and opened the front door. "Wait, watch out!" Arnold called and grabbed her by the waist. "Whoa!" she shrieked, as he pulled her back, so she was facing him and her back was up against the wall. "What's the big - "
Helga watched with big eyes as a horde of animals ran out the door. Including that pig Abner, who Helga wasn't very fond of for obvious reasons in the past. She panted a little, while she realized that she would have been pulled with the animal horde, if Arnold hadn't been quick to save her. "Thanks…" she muttered under her breath.
"No problem, but from now on, let me handle the door, ok?" Arnold suggested with a smile. Helga snorted and looked him in the eyes. Which were very close, she suddenly noticed. He was holding her up against the wall after all. This resembles last night an awful lot… she thought as she gulped.
"Who's out there? We don't want to buy anything!" the voice of Phil rang, before he stepped outside. Arnold practically jumped away from Helga, and almost stumbled down all the steps of the stairs in his panic. "G-Good morning, grandpa. I-I brought Helga over."
"Oh, it's you, short man? What are you doing here? Weren't you at the girl with the blonde hair and the feisty attitude's house?" Phil asked, oblivious to the fact that the girl he spoke of, was standing right next to him. Hidden behind the green door, but nevertheless standing right next to him.
"Uh, yeah, I was… a-and now she's - "
"Now, Arnold, I thought I had taught when to take an opportunity!" Phil said in a reprimanding tone and put his hands on his sides. Arnold frowned in confusion and so did Helga. She stayed hidden behind the door, hoping to get some fun out of the fact that Arnold's grandpa still didn't know she was there.
"What do you mean 'an opportunity'?" Arnold asked, for a moment forgetting that Phil's answer might not be in his favor. Phil rolled his eyes. "When you're at a girl's house, then you go for it! You don't go home and just leave her hanging. She even invited you herself, didn't she?"
"Huh? 'Go for it'? Go for…" Arnold muttered, but when he noticed Helga was wearing a big grin on her face, he realized what his grandpa wanted him to go for. He felt his cheeks grow hotter than a stove on full volume. "Grandpa!"
"What? Your father would tell you the same thing." Phil pointed out. "I don't wanna hear it from dad either!" Arnold exclaimed and grabbed ahold of his head, as he dared to look at Helga. She was holding her mouth and her stomach, while her shoulders were shaking. Great. No way am I getting out of this alive. He thought with a silent sigh.
"Now, don't be such a sissy, short man. Is it time you and I had the talk?" Phil asked as he wriggled his eyebrows. "The talk…? Wait. What? No! I don't want to hear you talk about… about stuff! Can't you go back to telling me to never eat raspberries? I miss that advice!" Arnold shrieked, his cheeks still reddening more and more.
"How could not eating raspberries help this situation, eh?"
"You used not to care about whether it'd help or not!"
"Besides, isn't the term called 'pop your cherry' and not raspberry?" Phil asked as he gave a pensive look. "Oh, my God…" Arnold said in a quiet voice and let his hand smack against his face. Helga was now at the point, where her stomach was hurting from having to hold back her laughter, but she was stubborn. No way in Hell am I missing this opportunity to listen to Arnold talking with his grandpa about… 'stuff'.
"Maybe we should ask your dad to join the talk." Phil suddenly pointed out and turned around. "Huh? No!" Arnold exclaimed and grabbed the railing. "Miles! Your son is home! And I'm trying to whack some common boyish sense into him!" Phil called and turned around again.
That did it. "Grandpa! Helga's right next to you! Right next to you!" Arnold finally admitted, feeling no need whatsoever to have the conversation continued without Phil knowing this fact. "Huh?" he mumbled and looked around. "I don't see anyone here but you, short man."
"Behind the door!" Arnold explained and pointed. Phil took the door handle in his hand and moved the door a bit, so he could see Helga. She straightened her back immediately, still holding her mouth and stomach though.
"… It's ok, Helga, you can laugh." Arnold said in exasperation. At his acceptance of her pain, Helga broke out into hysterical laughter. "Oh, good afternoon, Helga." Phil said. He wasn't oblivious to what she had just heard, but like with everything else in his life, he took it with a smile like the old coot, he always himself said that he was.
Helga managed to keep her laughter short though, as she straightened her back again with a big smile. "Good afternoon." She answered politely. "You know, it's not nice to eavesdrop, young lady." Phil reprimanded with a very unserious tone. "I know. I'm sorry, sir." She answered, knowing very well how many times she'd been close to being busted at Arnold's house by Phil.
"Hey, what are you doing here anyway?" Phil asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Oh, Arnold invited me over, since my dad's a pain in the ass." Helga answered honestly, knowing exactly how Phil would react. He nodded thoughtfully. "I have to agree with you on that one, Helga, your dad is one mean old… Wait, you said that Arnold invited you?"
"Uh-huh." Helga answered, slowly realizing where this conversation would go. Again. Phil turned to look at Arnold, who had just gone up the steps yet again, and flashed him a big, proud smile. "Well, kudos, my boy!" he said and smacked his back a little too hard. "Didn't think you had it in ya'!"
Helga snickered and turned her face away in an attempt to conceal her laughter. "Had what in…" Arnold started, when he once again realized the meaning of Phil's words. "Grandpa, no! That is not why I invited her over! I-I - "
"Now, where are my manners? Come on in, Helga!" Phil said and gently grabbed Helga's wrist. She giggled and turned around to look at Arnold as Phil pulled her inside. Arnold was standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face. "You're right, Helga! Maybe it's best if you just went home." He said, even though he knew it would be to no avail.
"Hell no!" Helga answered and started laughing manically. Phil pulled Helga into the dining room, with Arnold following closely behind them. "Hi, everybody. Look who Arnold brought over." Phil said, earning the attention of every single boarder in the room. "It's Helga!"
"Hello, Helga!"
"Hi, Helga!"
"How are you doing?"
Helga just lifted her free hand and waved it. She felt a little embarrassed, but knowing how embarrassed Arnold must have felt, made her embarrassment very small in comparison. "Did you call me, dad?" Miles asked, suddenly appearing from the kitchen. When he saw Helga, he smiled broadly. "Good afternoon, Helga."
"G-Good afternoon." Helga answered with a smile. "Yeah, now that you've said hello to everybody," Arnold said in clear embarrassment and grabbed her free hand. "then let's just get upstairs already."
"Now, now, Arnold, we all know you are very eager to bring your girlfriend up into your room, but don't be impolite." Phil said with a big grin. "No!" Arnold exclaimed as everyone in the room laughed. "That' is not why I - "
"You should join us for lunch, Helga." Stella suggested with a big grin. Helga was about to answer, when Arnold beat her to it. "No!" he said in mortification. "Now, Arnold, are you embarrassed of Helga or something?" Miles asked in a mocking reprimanding tone.
Helga decided to play along, and so she crossed her arms and turned to look at him with a questioning look. "Yeah, Arnold. Are you?" she asked, but couldn't help the small grin that appeared on her face. He frowned at her, knowing very well how much fun she was having with all of this. "I'm not embarrassed of you, Helga, I'm embarrassed of everyone else in this entire room."
"How rude!" Mr. Hyuhn chimed in. "Yeah, Arnold, what's with that?" Ernie asked and shook his head in disappointment. "Come on, can you blame me?" Arnold asked and turned to look at Helga with pleading eyes. "Helga, I beg of you…"
Helga started feeling sorry for him, so she nodded. "All right, all right. You win, head boy, let's go upstairs, so we can - " she had only just grabbed his hand, when her other hand was taken by Stella. "Oh, no, you're not. It's been such a long time since I last talked with you, Helga. Please join us for lunch. I promise to keep the men in the house in check."
And who's gonna keep you in check? Arnold wondered in his head with a frown, ready to just pull Helga with him if necessary. Before she could even consider answering, Phil went behind her and Arnold to push at them. "You heard the woman of the house. Sit down!" he ordered and pushed them to the table. Doing her best not to fall, Helga sat down immediately and Arnold did the same next to her. They turned to glance at each other with big eyes.
"Well… looks like we'll be having lunch with your family, eh?" Helga observed and chuckled. Arnold did the same thing, but his chuckle sounded rather mortified. Oh, God… This won't be pretty.
"Let me start out by something simple. How are you doing, Helga?" Stella asked as she sat down in front of the girl in question. "I'm doing pretty well, Stella. How about you?" Helga asked with a genuine smile.
"I'm doing well too, Helga, thank you, but could you go a little deeper than that? How is life treating you?"
Oh, let's see… A guy overheard me monologging about your son, he just happens to be your nephew-in-law and now he's blackmailing into doing things completely out of my comfort zone for his own amusement. Yeah, I'm just freaking dandy. Helga thought and had to chuckle at her own thoughts. Don't think I should open up the blackmail bag in public.
"It's hard to answer such a wide question." Helga simply answered with a shrug, trying hard to get away from the attention. "Well, all right… How is your family?" Stella asked then. She didn't know of Helga's family, except for the fact it was commonly known that Big Bob wasn't the kindest man in the world.
At the mentioning of her family, Helga's face turned into a small frown. Small or not, it wasn't lost on Stella, and she realized her mistake. Arnold didn't have to give her the look he gave her, but did so anyway.
"Same old." Helga answered with a slight smile. Arnold felt like sighing at her answer. No one else around the table knew exactly how the same old was, and it wasn't good. "Oh, that's good then. How about school? You struggling with the homework?" Stella quickly asked, doing her best to get out of the awkward topic.
Arnold snorted at her choice of question though. Stella was wondering if she had asked yet another bad question, until Helga turned to glance at Arnold with an eyebrow quirked. "And what does that sound mean, football head?" she asked.
Arnold glanced at Helga with a smile. "It's just… the thought of you struggling with homework. It's just so unlikely." He answered honestly. She put her hand on the table and started tapping her fingers with a smirk. "Explain, please."
"Oh, come on, Helga. You're the smartest girl in class, if not the smartest. Period." Arnold answered. Boing… Helga thought as if trying to give the sound of her current heartbeat a name. "Wha… How am I… How do you know that?"
"Everyone knows. Every time no one else in class can answer a question, the teacher asks you, knowing very well that you know the answer, despite the fact you never volunteer." Arnold answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Have you been stalking me or something?" Helga asked with big eyes. Arnold gave a tired frown. "Sure, Helga, I've been stalking you by noticing small things you say or do inside our classroom. I'm the best stalker in the world."
Helga just snickered at him and smacked the back of his head playfully. "Oh, shut up, football head." She said and blew a raspberry at him. He had to laugh at the childish gesture that somehow suited her very well.
"Oh, right. I've been meaning to ask you this, Helga, how did you come up with 'football head'?" Miles asked with a smile while he finally sat down next to his wife. Helga looked at him in incredulity. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed and took ahold of a tuff in Arnold's hair. "It's football shaped! It's quite obvious. I'm not the only one who's ever called him that."
"Who else calls him that?" Phil asked, who had also been wondering the same thing as Miles. "No one in particular, but it has been said quite a few times over the years." Helga answered with a shrug and then gave a delighted smile. "But I'm proud to tell you that I was the first one to call him 'football head'."
"And also the only one who continuously calls me 'football head'." Arnold added with a slight smile. That's also something that should have made me notice my feelings for Helga sooner… Her nicknames don't bother me all that much. Especially 'football head'. In a way, that one is special to me. To us.
"You got it, football head." Helga answered and nudged her elbow at Arnold. He couldn't help the very dazed smile he gave her, and she could feel her own lovesick smile appear. "Maybe we should chime in and start calling him football head too, Miles?" Stella asked teasingly.
Arnold looked at his parents in horror, while Helga watched them in curiosity. "Sweetheart, wouldn't that be… the pot calling the kettle black?" Miles asked teasingly. "My head is not nearly as wide as Arnold's!" she answered with a chuckle. "He's got it from you though." He pointed out and gestured to his own head, which was pretty tall rather than round or wide.
Stella sighed and put her head in her chin. "His head is still wider, that's why no one else has called me football head." She pointed out with a smirk. "You really want to start calling your own son football head?" Phil asked with a big smile. She shrugged. "Why not? It's cute isn't it? It would be the perfect - "
"No!" Arnold interrupted in slight anger. The whole table turned to stare at him in surprise, including Helga. "No one else starts calling me 'football head'. No discussion." He added and sat back in his seat with a frown.
I wonder if it really does bother him that I call him football head…? Helga couldn't help but wonder and frowned a bit with a guilty conscience. "Why not, Arnold?" Miles asked in curiosity. He watched as Arnold glanced at Helga in the corner of his eyes, before sighing a bit and answering. "Because… only… only Helga gets to call me that."
Helga's eyes, which continued to stare at the table, went wide in shock. Only I get to call him… Arnold! She felt like swooning on the spot. To hide her very big smile, she put her elbow on the table, turned her face as far away from Arnold as possible and hid her mouth behind her hand.
Despite Helga's attempt at hiding her happiness, everyone else around her saw it clearly. Arnold excluded since he himself was still staring at the table while playing with a spoon. Miles and Stella tuned to look at each other with very happy smiles.
"All right. It's a special name only for you two. We got it." Stella said, doing her best hold back a sigh in happiness on her son's behalf. Helga removed her hand and let a more regular smile show, while Arnold only just now started smiling, since the chance of the name 'football head' no longer was in danger of becoming a prominent nickname within his household.
Helga, getting her usual attitude back, lifted her hand and smacked the back of Arnold's head a little harder than before. "Ow!" he exclaimed in more surprise than pain. He put his hand to the sore spot and turned at her. "What was that for?"
"For being a stupid football head, that's what!" Helga answered in frustration. Her heart was beating so fast, that she thought she could pass out any second. "What did I do wrong?" Arnold asked and let go of his head. "Shut up!" she shrieked and faced away from him again.
Arnold eyebrows quirked and he turned to look at the others for an answer. He noticed the smirks on everyone's lips and he gave a face that clearly stated he wanted to know what all this was about. Miles rolled his eyes and put his hands to his chest. Arnold watched him, as he pumped his hands back and forth in front of his heart and then pointed to Helga, who was oblivious to the whole thing.
What is that supposed to mean? Arnold didn't understand what his dad was trying to say at all, so he just lifted his arms in a resignedly way. Miles smacked his hand against his forehead and turned to his own father. "I never knew my son would be this dense." He whispered and Phil nodded in agreement.
In the silence, Helga and Arnold equally realized something. They both looked around the table, but neither found what they were looking for. "Where's Aaron?" they asked in unison and stared at each other in surprise, when they heard the others' voice ask the same question.
"Oh, he called this morning. Something about him having slept at Rhonda's house." Stella answered nonchalantly. Helga smiled immediately. "Really?" she turned to look at Arnold. "You think he got lucky?"
"I'd say Rhonda would be the lucky one, the way she's been after him since he arrived." Arnold answered and couldn't help the snicker that followed. What a relief. If he really did have sex with Rhonda, and with Helga knowing that, his chances just went to zero, no matter what they might have been before.
"Buenas tardes, everybody!" Gertie said, appearing from inside the kitchen. She was wearing a very Spanish looking dress as she was carrying a huge tray on her left arm. On the tray were several plates with quesadillas on them. "Atrapalo!"
"Atra what?" Helga asked Arnold. "Fetch!" he answered with a big smile and stood up. "Fetch what?" she asked, starting to feel something dangerous approaching. She stood up and turned to look at Gertie again, just as she threw the plates at them.
"Whoa!" Helga yelped and grabbed a plate. As soon as she did, another one came flying and so she grabbed that one too. Soon managing to breathe and catch at the same time, she and Arnold caught all the plates and delivered them to everyone safely.
"Whoo!" Helga exclaimed and sat down again with a big satisfied smile on her face. "Muchas gracias, niños." Gertie said before walking into the kitchen again. Helga lifted her hand and waved tiredly at her. "De nada!"
The group of boarders laughed at Helga's tired expression, but she was also smiling. "It's official: I love this family. You're all basket cases, just like me." She said and straightened her back. "I kinda hope that when I reach Gertie's age, that I'll be just as fun."
Arnold couldn't help the lovesick gaze he gave her, at being reminded of the love story between his grandparents. "I… have a feeling you will." He said, earning a smile from her. "You think so?" she asked, which he immediately nodded yes to. He also noticed the big grin on Phil's face, as he did so.
The sweet moment was interrupted by the sound of tango music. Helga's eyes and ears perked right up and she turned, only to see Gertie in the middle of a way too sensual tango dance step for her age. "Oh, my god!" Helga exclaimed behind her hand, only for Arnold to hear, who had just put his hand in front of his eyes. I need therapy after this. He thought.
Helga leaned close to Arnold's ear, as Gertie continued to dance. "I thought the theme of this lunch was Spanish?" she asked. He turned to whisper in her ear too. "It is. Why do you ask?" he asked right back. "Because tango's origin is Argentina, not Spain." She answered. "Helga, my grandma thinks it's 4th of July at Thanksgiving. Forget where things are from!" Arnold pointed out and chuckled with Helga.
Helga and Arnold were pulled out of their private laughter, when the table in front of them wobbled a bit. They glanced at the table, only to look up and see Gertie up on the table, skillfully avoiding every plate on it as she kept dancing.
"Whoa! You go, Gertie!" Helga exclaimed and cheered on her. She was laughing so happily, that Arnold couldn't get himself to feel as embarrassed as he probably should have. Hey, if she's enjoying it… he thought before cheering together with her.
Phil suddenly had an idea that might spice things up a bit. "Gertie! How about a dance with Helga?" he suggested. Helga would have spit out whatever she had been drinking, if she had been drinking anything. Instead she choked on her own breath. "What?" she shrieked in a mix of amusement and fear.
"Let's cut a rug, Eleanor!" Gertie said as she took Helga's hand in her own. She hadn't expected the elder woman to be so strong, so she didn't fight back when she was pulled up in the table with her. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, before being forced into a familiar dance position.
While Helga was both laughing in hilarity and in slight panic, Stella quickly snuck over to Arnold. "Arnold," she whispered, gaining his attention. "you need to try and be a bit more… forward with Helga. Do something! Dive into it! Take some chances! Just - "
"I got it!" Arnold whispered in annoyance. "Just trying to help." Stella reminded him, before winking and walking over to her own seat again. I know what mom is saying… I just need a chance to get Helga away from grandma. He thought and looked up again.
Arnold only just had that thought, before some blonde hair hit him in his face. Helga shrieked, as Gertie dipped her backwards so that her face was close to Arnold's. Even if it was upside-down. "Help me!" she begged while laughing, before being pulled up again.
Arnold laughed a little, before standing up and moving away from the chair. "Grandma, may I cut in?" he asked and held his hand out. "Por supuesto!" she answered and twirled Helga around. She continued her twirl as she stepped towards the edge of the table. Before she fell, Arnold held out his arms and caught her quite gracefully.
Helga was gasping while wearing the biggest smile imaginable. She was having the time of her life, just being around Arnold and his family. Oh, my gosh! I am in his arms! She squealed on the inside, but was taken aback when she noticed the sultry look in his eyes.
Arnold put Helga's feet back to the ground, before he put his hand on her waist. He snuck around her, making her turn around too, before he took her hand in his other one. He didn't start dancing though. He was waiting for her to catch on, because he knew how good of a dancer she was, if she wished to be.
Helga gave a slight smirk, which then turned into a genuine smile. She stepped back in a light tap, and Arnold followed her and soon took over, as they danced around the dining room. Everyone were staring at them in awe and silence, no one daring to say a word to interrupt them.
Though it could be discussed whether their tango as children was slightly sensual for their age, it was now obvious they both had grown up. Both with matching sultry looks in their eyes and a smirk, they coiled their bodies around each other.
They were in perfect synch and sometimes, Arnold could swear that Helga could read his mind. It couldn't have been easy to foresee, that he had wanted her to sit halfway on his hips, when he kicked gently at her legs. She had though, and was now currently letting him twirl her around, as she kept her legs tightly bend to stay put in this dangerous position.
Arnold, knowing the song far too well through the years, knew it was close to an end. He wanted to shock Helga, maybe even more than when they first danced the tango. His next move could be a little dangerous, but there was no way he'd let her fall, if she didn't realize what he was up to.
With a very small breath to calm himself, Arnold then ended their spinning and lifted Helga up a little. Catching on to this particular move, she straightened her legs and was ready to be put down to the ground again. When he did, he swung her out, both of their arms stretched as far as possible.
It was clear to Helga that the song was towards an ending, and Arnold had a look in his eyes that made her crumble with excitement, fear and lust. She knew he was planning something, and she just hoped she could react fast enough to not end up in some hidden pool under the floor.
Arnold pulled at Helga's hand roughly, and she felt herself twirl close to him, before feeling his arm snake around her own. What in the…? She managed to think, before she could feel herself being tipped back. Reacting on instinct, she tightened her arm muscles around his arm and pulled her leg up to twist it around his hips, not to fall down.
Helga shrieked a little, when she felt her back hit Arnold's knee. She opened her eyes and let every muscle in her body feel what was going on. From the boarders' point of view, Arnold's right arm was hooked around Helga's right arm to hold her up, while his left arm was on her hip as extra leverage. His right leg was bend heavily, conveniently placed under Helga's shoulder blade to keep her up.
Helga was angled almost horizontally, the tip of her hair grazing the planks. She held her right arm tightly around Arnold's in their arm lock and had just put her left hand on his shoulder, digging her fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt. Her right leg was still tightly wrapped around his waist, and her chest was moving up and down from her unsteady breathing.
Arnold, more than both relieved and dazed that he had indeed shocked Helga to this extend, let his left hand travel from her hip and down her thigh. Doing so, he bend her back just a little further, so she now fully levelled.
Coming out of their shock, the boarders started whistling and hollering at the sight. "Way to go, Arnold! Your grandma taught you well!" Ernie called as he clapped with the others. Helga couldn't help but smile at Arnold. "Pull me up!" she demanded and tightened her grip around his shoulder a bit.
With a laugh, Arnold did as told and pulled Helga up in an upright position. "What were you thinking? You could have dropped me!" she shrieked, but her big smile exposed her true opinion about his little stunt. My God! I swear my heart stopped beating when I almost hit the floor… And, oh, my gosh, Arnold's hand touched my thigh. He let his hand caress my thigh for just a tiny bit. Oh, why oh why, am I wearing these stupid sweatpants?!
Arnold smiled genuinely and shook his head. "I wouldn't have dropped you." He said with no doubt in his voice. Helga cocked her head slightly to the side with a curious smile on her face. "How can you be so sure?" she asked in a dazed voice.
Arnold smirked lovingly and stepped closer to Helga. He let his fingers caress her hand just a bit and let his lips get close enough to her ear, so that she could feel his breath tickle down her neck, and then he whispered ever so gently. "You were in good hands."
Author's 2nd note: Ok, firstly: I know SHIT Spanish, ok? xD I used google translate. PLEASE tell me if I wrote anything wrong. Since I've never received proper Spanish lessons, I'm bound to make a mistake xD
Secondly: Arnold and Helga's dance are based off on a scene in the movie "Roadside Romeo". If you know the movie, then it's the dance at the rooftop. The end position is from the second dance though (when they're on the stage together). Except that, Laila has her free arm laying down, and Helga's got it on Arnold's shoulder. If you don't know the movie and are curious, then please write me a message on deviantArt or YouTube asking for the link :3
FYI the next chapter won't be up until sunday! Having a friend over saturday so... yeah! :P