Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "Roadside girl"
In the last chapter: At the welcome party, quite a few truths were revealed. The other actors got to find out that Arnold and Helga had shared their first kiss together when they were in fourth grade, while Arnold felt like vomiting when he found out that Helga and David had been dating for three years and had only broken up recently. To his surprise though, he and Helga had a heart-to-heart after that where she full-blown admitted that she'd had feelings for him when they were children and had even been hurt when he had started dating Lila at the age of sixteen. None of them really know what this means for the both of them; they just knew that they understood each other a little more now.
Author's 1st note: SymboitShadow (btw read this person's reviews, they're hilarious xD) mentioned whether David would be able to be just as good an OC as Aaron in my "Blackmail toy" story was. First of all: thank you for liking Aaron that much! :D Secondly, I have to say that's probably going to be a big no. While David is definitely an important part of this story then Aaron in "Blackmail toy" was important on a whole other level. Therefore I am also not going to explore David's personality that much. The main focus here is Helga and Arnold while in "Blackmail toy", Aaron was the third most important character. He kept the story going x3
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 6: "Being the mouse"
Arnold had walked home that Saturday evening with mixed emotions. On one hand, Helga had kissed him this evening. On the other hand, he had just discovered that Helga had been dating and having sex with David for more than three years. On the third hand… well, he didn't have three hands, but still. She had been so honest about her feelings for him afterwards and they had ended up having fun. He didn't know what to think or feel right then; he was just so emotionally exhausted. Helga had felt basically the same way as she had gazed out of her window, still dressed for the party. I know that I was just betraying myself while I was dating David, but I didn't think I'd feel so guilty when Arnold found out… It's not like I owe him anything, but I betrayed myself. I'm so sorry, David, but… it seems like Arnold will always be the one… She thought and then let her forehead touch her knees. Well, shit. She had then gone to bed, struggling to fall asleep, unknowing that Arnold had just as much trouble falling asleep as she'd had.
On the next day, it was time to go to the auditorium once more, but both Arnold and Helga were so tired that they were both late. It wasn't until they bumped into each other, thereby falling backwards and on the sidewalk, that there thoughts had left the former night. "Ow! Look where you're going, you… Arnold?" Helga asked in surprise when she saw him rub his head in front of her. "Huh?" he muttered and then opened his eyes. "Oh, good morning, Helga…" he answered, but stayed still after that. I… I don't know what to say to her. He thought as he finally got on his knees and stood up. She looked at him expectantly and he did indeed offer her his hand. She considered ignoring it at first, but then her heart won against her brain and she took his hand. He hoisted her up gently, her chest close to his once she was standing up, but none of them moved away at first.
Helga then shook her head to get out of the trance-state she had been in and stepped backwards. "Let's get inside." She said in a quiet voice before opening the door and then holding it for him. She's holding the door for me. He observed in surprise and quickly walked inside before she either changed her mind or decided to turn the tables and bang the door into his head instead. She simply closed the door softly behind him though and walked beside him towards the auditorium. "You look tired." He observed before he could stop himself. "So do you." she pointed out with a slightly insulted frown, but it quickly turned into a yawn instead. "I didn't get much sleep. Too much happened yesterday." She said as she covered her yawn with her hand. "I guess the same thing kept me up." Arnold muttered before yawning as well.
"I can't believe everyone knows about David and me now… Yay." Helga mumbled and rubbed her eye tiredly. "By the way. I… didn't get to ask last night, but the reason why you two broke up… was it only for the sake of the play?" Arnold asked while he opened the door into the auditorium. "Huh? No, the play was just a convenient excuse. I told you; I wasn't in love with him." She answered before walking inside, turning her back to Arnold's smile. I shouldn't feel happy about that. I feel bad for David… He thought and closed the door behind him. Speak of the Devil; David was currently standing on the stage with the headset on his head, talking into the mic as part of the sound check. "1, 2… 1, 2…" he said before waving at Helga and Arnold. "3 is next in case you're having trouble." Helga told him, causing Arnold to attempt holding back his snicker.
David rolled his eyes, but did add three to his little mantra. Helga gave him a sarcastic thumbs-up before walking onto the stage, Arnold right behind her. Halfway across the stage, Maria came out of the backstage. "Oh, Helga, good morning! Guess what?" she asked and bounced excitedly. "Maria, I love you, but I'm too tired for your high-pitched voice right now." She said, earning a scolding shoulder to her arm from Arnold. Maria didn't seem to mind though or maybe she didn't even notice in her excitement. "The costume designers just finished your dress for Bad!" Maria continued and that seemed to get Helga's attention. "Really? Already?" she asked in surprise before Maria took her hand. "Yeah, come on! You gotta try it on!" she said before pulling her away. Helga flashed Arnold a tired smile before she disappeared and he sighed in content before sitting down on the stage.
"Tired?" David asked once the mic had been adjusted correctly and then he took it off. "Yeah…" Arnold muttered before lying down fully on the stage. "Me too." David said before sitting down next to him. "I didn't get much sleep after all that." He explained and yawned for good measure. "Yeah, Helga, she, uh… told me about you two…" Arnold muttered without looking at him. "Yeah? I saw you two talking and I figured it might be about me…" David muttered and scratched his temple in discomfort. "If I may ask… what did she tell you?"
"I'm not sure if you want to know."
"I probably already know."
"Well then, she… she told me that she wanted to fall in love with you, but never really did…" Arnold admitted and looked at David for the first time, who was nodding. "Yeah, I knew that… I knew she didn't have feelings for me all along, but I kept dating her anyway rather than letting her go… I was pretty selfish." He said as he finally laid down, only for Arnold to sit up. "Helga thinks she's the selfish one." He told him and David frowned at that only to smile right after. "Typical Helga…" he muttered and sat up again. "Typical Helga now." Arnold corrected with a warm laugh and David snickered. "Was she that bad?" he asked and Arnold hummed thoughtfully. "Not… bad, but… not good either." He answered and the boys laughed for a moment.
"Oh, just be honest, Arnold-o. I was a nightmare coming true." Helga's voice suddenly said and Arnold kept his eyes away from her, afraid of what kind of look she was giving him. "Well, you definitely did your best." He said with a snicker before feeling a calloused hand on his shoulder. He followed it and saw David pointing forward. Arnold turned his head and was completely taken aback by what Helga was wearing. It was a long, very red dress. It went all the way to the floor, but it had a cut at her right thigh thereby showing off a decent amount of leg. She had what could be considered a vail from her waist and it fell down over the dress, making it look big and perfect for a windy shot. It was cut in a heart-shape above her chest with long sleeves off her shoulder. The sleeves were partially see-through with red embroidered flowers down her arms and even over the back of her hands in a triangular shape.
"Whoa…" Arnold muttered in surprise and Helga blushed at the way he was staring at her. "What am I; the last piece of chocolate?" she asked with an insulted huff and turned her head to hide how happy she was by his reaction. "It seemed like the dress fits." The director praised and smiled at Helga. The costume designer then appeared behind her. "And it seems like it receives the appropriate reaction from the boys." He added with a grin, which only grew bigger when he noticed the blush on Helga's face. He patted her back teasingly before disappearing backstage. "Helga, I would say this is perfect timing to take the Bad scene and to rehearse it with the rotating stage." The director said and she nodded, while Arnold cocked his eyes to the side in confusion. "There's a bad scene?"
"Not a bad scene. It's the scene with the Bad song in it." Helga corrected, but that just made Arnold continue to frown in confusion. She groaned in annoyance, but perhaps it was partially due to her lack of sleep that made her so cranky. "The scene with a song called Bad in it, you dimwit!" she called him and he scowled at that. "You may look pretty…" he started as he stood up and walked towards her. "But your mouth is still rotten." He said with a hiss as he walked past her. Much like her, the lack of sleep made him cranky and her comment hadn't made it any better. She growled at his words before turning to look at him. "Just make sure not to trip over your two left feet! We are both going to be walking on a moving stage. Those scrawny legs of yours have to be able to keep up!" she said and he turned to retort, but the director interfered. "Stop, you two, before it gets out of hand."
It already got out of hand. Both Arnold and Helga thought and crossed their arms childishly as they kept their mouths shut. The director was speaking with someone through his phone, probably the scenic designer, while Helga and Arnold continued to pout. They sometimes looked at each other, only to turn their head away when the other was looking. Great. We're right back to this. It seems like whenever we start getting along, one of us decides to ruin it… He thought and then sighed before sitting down on the stage. Helga watched him as he did so before sighing as well, but didn't sit down. She didn't want to risk ruining the dress somehow.
"Thank you." the director said into his phone and then looked at Arnold and Helga. "The scenic designer is on his way, but let's try to run this by ourselves once before he gets here, all right?" he asked and they both nodded as Arnold stood up. Helga then moved to the far end of the stage, behind some walls so she was hidden from the audience. Ok. I remember reading about this scene. It's the first time Aiden sees Adrasteia, he follows her while she sings. Should be easy. Arnold thought as he positioned himself at the other end of the scene.
"Start." The director said once everyone but Arnold and Helga were off the stage. Aiden appeared from behind the walls. He was walking around humming to himself, looking happy and carefree when a soft voice ricocheted from nowhere. He stopped his humming and looked around in confusion. "Is someone there?" he asked for the sake of the audience rather than an answer. He walked behind a big wall in the middle of the stage before Adrasteia appeared from behind her own wall, walking slowly with her dress cascading to the floor beneath her. Aiden appeared again and gasped at the sight of the young, beautiful girl. She was the source of the pretty voice and before he knew it, he was hiding behind the wall so that she wouldn't see him.
"Is it bad that… I never made love? No, I never did it… but I sure know how to fuck." Adrasteia sang beautifully with an almost agonizing tone in her voice that sounded as if she was crying, but her face was perfectly clean from tears."I'll be a… bad girl. I'll prove it to you. I can't promise that I'll be good to you. 'Cuz I've had some issues." She continued as the stage beneath began to move. She stumbled for a second in surprise, but managed to walk elegantly afterwards. Arnold pretended to be Aiden following her behind the moving walls in front of him, but he had far more problems than Helga had a second ago."I won't commit. No, not having it, but at least I can admit that I'll be bad to you. Yeah, I'll be good in bed… but I'll bad to - - "
Arnold's ear-pitching shout interrupted Helga's singing. The yell was due to one of the lower walls he had been supposed to jump over, but had missed and caused him to fall face first to the still moving floor. Helga felt worry soar through her at first as the floor stopped beneath and the director asked if Arnold was ok. Once he was sitting on all fours and had given an answer, her worry disappeared and was replaced with reborn anger. This boy can't do anything right! She thought as she marched towards him. "Perhaps I can persuade this inferior creature to join the rest of the human race and stand up on its two legs?" she asked sardonically and he shot her a scowl before holding his hand out for her. She gave him an incredulous look, but took his hand to help him up. "I swear, you are such a - - " she started, but due to the force in her hand when she helped him up, she lost her balance once he bumped into her and they both fell.
"Helga!" David shouted worriedly and was about to jump on the stage before he heard Helga groan in pain. "Ow…" Arnold muttered and sat up as well, noticing that he was now hovering above her. She was rubbing the back of her head with her eyes shut tight; still unaware of the compromising position she was now sharing with Arnold. Once she opened her eyes though and saw him staring shyly down at her, she gulped. She could feel her legs spread around his waist, practically holding him to her, which she presumed she had done in the midst of the fear of falling. It wasn't until she felt a shiver go down her left leg, she tore her eyes away from his and looked at it. The dress had been torn.
"No!" Helga gasped and pushed Arnold off her and looked at the dress. Arnold had been about to frown at her for pushing him off her so roughly until he saw the dress. "Oh, crap." He whispered in shock and she turned to shoot him a dirty look. "Shit indeed!" she corrected and didn't even notice the blood running down her leg. "The dress is ripped and they had just finished it! Why do you have to be such a fucking klutz?!" she yelled and he scowled at her again, forgetting about the blood on her leg. "This wasn't my fault, Helga!"
"Whose fault was it then?"
"No one's! You helped me standing up and we lost our balance! It's called an accident!"
"This play will turn into a freaking accident too with you in it! It's already a perfect car wreck! Look what you did!" Helga said and pointed behind Arnold. He turned his head to look, only to see that the half-wall was now lying on the floor, having been torn in half just like her dress. For a moment, just a moment he was about to apologize, but that was until Helga spoke again. "Everywhere you go, you make a mess, Shortman." She said before standing up, only to then wince in pain. She looked towards the source of the pain and finally saw the blood trickling down her leg. Arnold remembered it again and felt guilt shoot through him. "Helga, I - - " he started, but she just shot him a look and then walked away, holding the dress far away from the blood.
Arnold, along with the director, sighed once Helga was gone. "Arnold." the director said and the boy winched at his harsh tone. "I'm sorry about the wall, sir." He said, but the director shook his head. "The wall is going to be fine. It was a temporary one to begin with. What I am angry about is the outburst between you two." He explained and Arnold looked guiltily at the floor, noticing in the corner of his eye that David was walking out of the room, but not towards the backstage where Helga had gone. "I'm sorry…" Arnold said again and the director sighed once more. "I am also angry with Helga, Arnold, but she is irreplaceable while you're not. You are a very good Aiden, but Helga is an excellent Adrasteia. Now, I suggest… No, I demand that you go and do whatever it takes for you two to act civil towards each other again even if it means kissing her ass." He said and that particular image flashed before Arnold's eyes and he blushed heavily.
Arnold stood up from the floor and brushed the little bit of dust he had on his pants off. The door at the end of the auditorium opened and David was walking rapidly towards him with a white box in his hand. Arnold stayed still as David walked up the stage and offered him the first aid kit. "Salt water to rinse it, bandage and then apology." He told him and forced the box in Arnold's hands. "Thanks." He muttered and walked towards the backstage. He could hear David sigh behind him, but he couldn't hear what kind of sigh it was.
Once Arnold was backstage, he saw some of the girls huddled around Helga as she was sitting on one of the chairs. He coughed to make his presence known and the girls looked at him. "Could Helga and I have a moment… please?" he begged and they looked at Helga who simply sighed and nodded. The girls walked away in silence while Helga looked away, crossing her arms. The dress was pulled all the way up over her thighs so that the blood wouldn't get on it and Arnold desperately had to remember that he was here to apologize. Not to feel… other things.
"I'm sorry…" Arnold muttered as he approached Helga. "Oh, so you admit this was your fault." She stated, still refusing to look at him. He frowned at her words before he sat down on his knees in front of her legs. "I admit that I'm to blame too." He corrected before opening the box. She was quiet while he took out the small see-through bottle with saltwater in it. "Close enough, I guess." She mumbled, unaware what Arnold was doing or the fact that he was even on the floor. He ignored her words as he poured some of the salt water onto one of the tissues and then placed it on the side of her lower leg without warning.
Helga shrieked in surprise and flinched at the stinging feeling. Arnold put his hand on her thigh in order to make her stay put though. "Stay still or I can't clean it." He said, but when he put the cloth on the cut again, her hand went to his in order to shove it away. He simply tightened his hold on her thigh though, making it impossible for her to shove it away without him bruising her thigh. After a moment, he could feel the tension in her leg disappearing and he loosened his hold on her thigh. He had expected her to remove her hand from his, but she didn't. She was still digging her nails into his hand, subconsciously punishing him for inflicting pain on her.
"How did you even get bruised?" Arnold wondered aloud and removed the cloth once the blood was gone from Helga's leg. "What do I know?" she wondered sarcastically and he couldn't help but give her a smirk. "Don't you dare answer that." she said angrily, but couldn't help but smirk as well once his eyes had traveled back to the box. He took the bandage with his one hand with ease, but then he realized that he would need his other in order to bandage her. "Uh, Helga… I kinda need my left hand for this." He muttered even though he hated asking her to remove her hand from his.
"Huh?" Helga whispered in confusion and then looked at Arnold's hand on her leg. "Oh, sorry." She said and took her hand away from his. She hadn't even noticed that she was still holding his hand. Once his hand was gone from her thigh though, she suddenly felt cold. Well, she was baring her legs almost completely after all. When she remembered that, she blushed a bit and put her hands near her crotch, her fingers spread at her thighs in order to hide herself at least a bit. Arnold's hands kept wrapping the bandage around her calf, but the motion of her hands caught his attention and when he saw what she had done, he blushed intensely and looked back to her leg instead.
Once Arnold had tightened the bandage around Helga's leg and made sure it stayed there, he let go of her leg. "Thanks…" she muttered and when he looked at her, she looked away in defiance. He smiled at her though and then stood up with the box in his hands. He waited for her to stand up as well, but when she finally moved, he could recognize that glint in her eyes. "You're still a prat though." she insisted with a smirk and walked past him. He rolled his eyes and turned to look at her. "Did you seriously just call me a brat?" he asked and she stopped. "No." she said and looked at him over her shoulder, more than satisfied that he didn't know that word. "I said prat. It's spelled with a P. Look it up." She told him cockily before walking outside.
Arnold waited for a short moment before pulling his phone out of his pocket and typing the word on Google. "Prat… an incompetent or stupid person; an idiot…" he muttered and then frowned before shoving the phone into his pocket again and then following Helga. Once he saw her on the stage, talking to David, he approached her. "I am not a prat either." he insisted with a frown and she blinked in surprise. "You actually looked it up!" she stated and hunched over laughing. Arnold frowned at her glee, but couldn't help but snicker as well. I actually did look it up. He thought and then David took the box from him. "Oh. Thanks." Arnold said and David just nodded at him before walking down the stage.
"Speaking of that box, why did you bandage me up like I seriously injured myself? I believe a band aid would have been more than sufficient." Helga said and bend her leg to look at it for good measure. "Well, excuse me, princess." Arnold said, prolonging the excuse and stuck his tongue out at her. "Did you seriously just make a reference to…" she started out in incredulity, but then started laughing. "You're such a brat!" she added and he rolled his eyes. "Oh, this time I'm a brat and not a prat." He stated before she ruffled his hair. "That's right, Shortman." She told him before walking away. Arnold put his hand to his head, still feeling the warmth of her hand there. I'm going crazy… He muttered before he smiled and followed her.
"Arnold. Helga." The director said and the two blondes looked at him. He lifted his finger and gestured for them to approach him. "Ooh-oh. The finger…" Helga whispered in artificial horror and Arnold struggled to keep in a snicker, but did smile at her. They both walked to him and he sighed at their approach. "After the very unprofessional act just before, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do something about it. I can't ignore the fact that you two fight so much. You have fought at least a couple of times every day and this time, a prop was hurt and so was Helga."
"It's just a scratch, sir. It was Football Head here who decided to make it look like it's broken." Helga pointed out and Arnold rolled his eyes at her comment. "It could have been broken, Helga and you could have gotten hurt too, Arnold. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to do something about this." The director said sternly and Helga blinked in surprise. "You're not kicking him out, are you?" she asked and Arnold looked at her in surprise at her worried tone. "No, Helga, I'm not, but I'm glad to hear that you care enough about the play to worry whether I'd do that." the director said and smiled. Helga frowned for a moment when she realized that what he was saying was true. Damn. She thought childishly and crossed her arms.
"While you two were backstage, hopefully making up…" the director started and paused to look at their reaction to his words. Arnold and Helga looked away from each other, both chewing on their bottom lip. The director sighed at that. "While you were backstage, I called my brother who is a therapist." He started and that caught the young adults' attention. Helga looked at the director with panic in her eyes. "I convinced him to send me some exercises and some questions he would usually do for couples in your situation - - "
"Hold on! We are not a couple." Helga hissed and Arnold stopped himself from flinching at her disgusted tone. "I am well aware, Helga. If you were dating, I'd recommend breaking up." The director pointed out, which made them both frown in unison, which didn't go unnoticed to him. Interesting… he thought for a moment, but decided to save that thought for when he had time to think. "Nevertheless, he's being a real help sending me these. He's not getting money for this, so be grateful. Towards the end of the day, I'm going to sit down with you two and we are going to do these questions. I'm willing to do anything to stop you two from fighting so childishly. Understood?" the director asked. Both of the blondes nodded solemnly.
Once the director had turned their back to them, they turned their heads to scowl at each other. "Now, look what your actions has brought on! I am not a sociopath that needs counseling from some hooey balooey therapist!" Helga hissed angrily and Arnold's jaw dropped at her words. "Hooey balooey? First of all, Helga." He said and couldn't help but hiss her name a bit. "Who you're talking about is the director's brother so I recommend not speaking so loudly. Secondly, I want to be a therapist." He pointed out, which she just rolled her eyes at. "Oh, so because you want to be a therapist, it's supposed to magically become not hooey balooey for me?" she asked and he shook his head. "No, but you could keep your mouth shut around me!"
"Oh, real therapeutic." Helga said, crossed her arms and started to walk away. "Helga, don't walk away when I'm talking to you." Arnold said and followed her. "What are you; my wife?! I'll walk away when I don't have any more to say to you!" she told him, barely looking over her shoulder as she did so. "Well, I still have something to say to you!" he growled and tried to grab her shoulder. "Let go!" she told him and shook his hand off before she opened the door that led them out of the auditorium. "I'm done with you."
At those words, Arnold grabbed both of Helga's shoulders and turned her around. "No, you're not!" he yelled before pushing her against the wall. She lifted her head to shoot him a hateful look, but in all honesty then she felt her anger falling at the way he was looking at her; he was angry with her, that she was sure of, but there was something else there she hadn't seen before. "I am so sick of your games, Helga!" he told her and she fought against him, but only halfheartedly. "Let go of me, Shortman!" she told him, but he just tightened his hold on her. When her hands went to push at him, he grabbed her wrists instead and placed them on the wall. A shot of heat soared through her at that. Oh, God, I am such a freak. She thought and did her best to keep wearing her scowl. Arnold's furious with me, I'm angry with him and it's turning me on.
"Why do you insist on playing this cat and mouse game?" Arnold asked, his voice still angry, but he seemed calmer now. "I don't know. Who asked you to play along?" Helga asked defensively, but he moved closer to her at that, successfully causing her to tense in his hold. "I don't want to play this game with you. I'm so sick of this cat and mouse thing…" He said, but then something in his eyes told her that he realized something. "No…" he corrected and her eyes widened when he looked at her with such intensity and hunger that she almost blushed. "I'm tired of being the mouse."
With those words, Arnold's lips met Helga's in such a fierce kiss that she gasped. At first, she didn't respond at all with anything else but that gasping sound. Soon though, she pushed against him and successfully removed his lips from hers. "What the hell are you - - " she started, but then he placed his lips on hers again, locking her tightly against the wall. She felt her legs shaking, her hips moving to meet his in some feeble attempt at either pushing him away or getting him closer to her. She didn't really know which it was. "You're stronger than me, Helga." Arnold whispered against her lips, having barely moved an inch away from her. She blinked at his words, but she could barely focus on anything else than the feeling of his hands leaving her wrists and moving to her cheeks instead. "So why aren't you?"
Helga knew the answer to Arnold's question, but she refused to answer. He looked into her eyes for a moment before kissing her again. "Fine." He said and kissed her once more. "Don't answer." He said and then put his lips firmly on hers. She placed her hands on his arms, letting them rest there for a moment as she felt his tongue touch her lip. She shivered when his fingers traveled to the nape of her neck and caressed the soft skin there. She could feel her legs give in and she slowly slid to the floor, him following her almost too much in unison. Once they were both seated on the floor, he let go of her neck and put his hands on the floor next to her hips instead. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking at his lips rather than his eyes. He just kissed me… She barely managed to think and then finally looked at him. I don't know what to say. My mind's blank.
Helga did notice that in the middle of sliding down the wall, either she or Arnold had managed it so that her legs were bend over his thighs. Her legs had a loose hold around his waist and she tightened that hold a bit, unsure of what else to do. She could see his Adam's apple move when he gulped and she lifted her finger to touch it gently. She felt him tense a little under her touch as her fingers ghosted over his throat and down to his collarbone, almost as if she was exploring him or trying to gawk his reaction. She readjusted her legs on him and remembered the bandage on her leg that seemed to come loose.
"You didn't do a very good job." Helga muttered all of a sudden and the sound of her voice caused Arnold to blink in surprise. He turned his head to look at her leg, which was still placed neatly next to his waist. Rather than answering her, he put his hand on her leg, at first attempting to retie it, but her leg flinched under his touch. He turned his head to look at her and she was blushing so adorably that he couldn't help but let his hand travel further up her leg just to gawk her reaction. "A-Arnold…" she gasped and shut her eyes tight. Oh, God, she's so… Arnold thought, unable to finish his sentence. His eyes almost closed as he inched closer and saw her lips moving nervously. "I…"
"Ok, people, let's start again!" Arnold and Helga could hear the director declare from inside the auditorium and they froze. They opened their eyes, staring into the other's and blushed a bit. Arnold pulled back, much to their displeasure and he offered her his hand. With a small, almost inaudible sigh, she took it and they helped each other stand up. They didn't say a word as they slowly walked towards the door. Arnold suddenly felt that if he left it like this, without a word or some sort of way to prove that this had just happened, they would go right back to whatever they were before. Therefore, before Helga could open the door, he spoke her name, making her turn and look at him. Without giving her a warning, he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her one last time. Then without a word, he opened the door instead of her and walked inside. She stood still for a moment before following him.
Author's 2nd note: I hadn't planned for the kiss to happen actually xD That just sorta came to me all of a sudden and I was like… "Sure, why the hell not?"
Song:
Wale feat Tiara Thomas – "Bad"