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: After a humiliating attempt at doing one of the most sensual scenes in Roadside Girl, Helga and Arnold decided it was time to let loose at least for a moment. What should have been an innocent massage in an attempt at getting some stress out of their systems quickly turned into something more scandalous when the blondes experiences their first orgasms together. As a way of celebrating, Helga decided it was time to go on that date they had talked about.

Author's 1st note: Sorry it took so long…! Again… xD I blame school! And Sims 4… I blame Sims 4 too xD Why a Spanish title for the chapter, you ask? You'll find out at the end! :P

Oh, and please do play the song I have written in the second author's note when the time is right during the chapter :3 Mostly for your own amusement.

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]

Chapter 14: "Junto a mí"

After Arnold had come to pick Helga up, they had decided upon watching the next movie in the horror saga called Evil Twin. On their way, Helga had admitted not to have followed up on the series since she moved away from Hillwood so Arnold had made it his duty to colorfully explain the former movies. Once they were inside the Kiska, Helga was laughing louder than what was decent in public.

"Oh, my God! Just clean off?" Helga repeated as Arnold held the door open for her and she inwardly rolled her eyes, but also swooned at his gallant behavior. "Yes, it was like the ending scene from Kill Bill." He replied and shook visibly as he followed her inside. "You've seen that?" she questioned and he shook his head. "No. Gerald tried to make me watch it with him after showing me the ending scene. Needless to say, it didn't work." He replied. "It would have surprised me if you of all people would have liked Kill Bill." She retorted and went towards the row furthest away from the screen.

"Why are we sitting in the back?" Arnold asked and Helga suddenly leaned backwards so he could see her face. The pink locks in her blonde hair tickled his face for a bit when she had swung her head down, but she still had his full attention even as he was scratching his nose. "Wake up, Arnold. These are the snuggle seats." She replied with a wink and swung her head back up again. He blushed as he watched her sitting down nonchalantly and he hesitated to sit down for a moment. "You're…" he started and she looked up at him. "You're teasing me… right?"

Helga blinked a couple of times, dragging out her answer deliberately. "Sure." She then replied and looked back on the screen. Arnold frowned in uneasiness. "That's not a very reliable answer." He muttered and she chuckled. "Oh, don't tell me you're afraid of little old me?" she asked with a pout and he felt his heart beat once, but roughly at the sight. "No…" he insisted and sat down in a rather puerile manner, his arms crossed. I… played right into her hands, didn't I? He wondered before she let her head fall to his shoulder. He felt her hair tickle his chin and he smiled. Maybe that's not so bad…

"You any good at the trivia questions?" Helga asked in a small voice and Arnold looked up at the screen. "Not really… I don't quiz well on these things. You?" he asked and tried to look at her, but all he could see was the top of her head. "Depends on the question." She admitted and he snorted. "Doi." He retorted and she leaned up to look at him. "Did you just say 'doi'?" she asked in disbelief and he shrugged innocently. "You're rubbing off on me." He explained and she chuckled as she put her head on his shoulder again. "Let's see… Johnny Depp cruised to success in this comedy-action film inspired by a Disney land attraction." She read and then looked expectantly at Arnold. "Pirates of the Caribbean." He replied without any hesitation and she pet his head teasingly. "Good boy."

Arnold rolled his eyes. "Steven Spielberg directed this modern retelling of the H. G. Wells classic: 'War of the…' blank." He read and frowned. "Uh…" he mumbled and Helga made a gasp. "Bad!" she scolded and smacked his head. "Ow!" he exclaimed and started to rub his now sore head as he frowned at her. "Steven Spielberg, War of the worlds! How can you not know that?" she asked in disbelief. "How am I supposed to know?" he asked and that just made her shake her head. "I am not talking to you anymore." She declared and turned her back to him, about to stand up.

"Oh, come on!" Arnold begged in a laugh and grabbed Helga around her waist. With a shriek, she fell backwards and the back of her head landed on his lap. Luckily, the seats didn't have any armrests so she didn't get hurt when she fell. Helga looked up at Arnold and blinked in surprise as he started blushing as well. "Why, Arnold. In the cinema?" she asked teasingly, but he was in too much shock to respond. When she started to nuzzle her head against his groin though, he grabbed her hand in order to get her sitting up again, but she simply snaked her hand around him so that she grabbed his wrist instead and then put his hand on one of her breasts.

"Helga! We're in public!" Arnold hissed, but she just snorted at him as she let go of his hand. "Barely." She stated before she swung her leg over the other, her black ankle booth dangling lazily next to her thigh near the seat. "Look around, Arnold. It's the last time they're showing Evil Twin, that's how long it has been out so we're basically the only ones here." She pointed out. Arnold stretched his neck and looked at the seats in front of them. Helga was right; there were only like five heads in the distance, but the feeling of her fingers starting to slide up his arm under his shirt still made him cautious.

Arnold started feeling ticklish and his hand moved down Helga's chest until it reached her stomach. He opened his eyes in wonder when he felt her navel-piercing hit the tip of his fingers. He felt her buck up against his hand in surprise, her own hand stilling on his arm. He looked at the piercing for a moment. It was a pair of wings with a skull in the middle. Somehow, it seemed perfect. Sweet like an angel, but hotter than Hell.

"Did it hurt?" Arnold asked absentmindedly and Helga blinked a couple of times before she looked up at him. "This hurt more." She replied as she showed the silver ball on her tongue. He gazed absentmindedly at her for a long moment and didn't even realize he had leaned down before he felt that familiar metal along his own tongue. Her hand slid up to the nape of his neck in a somewhat awkward, twisted position, but she loved the feeling of his soft hair in-between her fingers. She could feel his… enthusiasm start to poke gently against her neck and her confidence leapt to the air. Oh, Arnold… Your mind is innocent, but your body isn't. She thought as she let her piercing tease his lips, which made him groan.

Despite having his eyes closed, Arnold did feel the lights go out. He lifted his head and saw a man looking at him with a questionable look. Arnold smiled awkwardly and arched his back, while the man, whom Arnold presumed worked at the Kiska, gave him a warning look and then closed the door. Arnold sighed in relief and leaned his head back on the headrest as he heard Helga chuckle near his stomach. "We were spotted, Helga…" He mumbled mostly as a statement rather than an accusation. He felt Helga move on his lap a bit and assumed she was about to get off so when he felt her mouth on his stomach, he jolted violently.

"Helga, what are you doing?" Arnold asked in a whisper as Helga used her left hand to open the lowest button on his shirt and then kissed his lower stomach. "Really, Arnold? You don't know?" she questioned before exhaling slowly and deliberately against his bare skin and he shivered. "You know what I mean! W-What if someone sees?" he asked in a hiss and looked around frantically, but it seemed like the few people in front of them were oblivious. "So it's ok as long as no one sees?" Helga asked teasingly and he huffed. "That's not what I - - " he retorted, but cut his sentence short when she kissed his naval.

The hand of Helga's right arm, which she at some unknown point had sneaked over his lap so that she was lying sideways on him, slithered up his back beneath his shirt. He arched his back as her warm fingers tickled his spine. He had felt those talented fingers only the day before, but his skin remembered her touch. The way he could feel her palm at all times, but only her fingers discontinuously whenever she would let them tap across his skin had him question his manners because he really didn't want her to stop.

This internal conflict had Arnold in a moral turmoil because while he was turned on within an inch of his life, he was also angry with Helga at the same level for starting something now of all times. Right now when he couldn't let his body relax into her touch or let his voice out. He could barely enjoy it because he had to hold back and for that, he was angry… but Helga's insistent fingers seemed to drag the rage away and replace it with hot arousal.

When Helga's mouth kissed the hem of Arnold's jeans, he felt that he had to say something. "H-How far do you intend to take this?" he questioned and she looked up at him with suspiciously innocent eyes. He watched her with slight horror on his face as the childlike smile turned into a vicious grin. Her tongue licked his naked flesh while her hands went around his hipbones. "You're sensitive here…" she whispered against his stomach and bit him gently, causing him to flinch a bit. How has she already noticed that? Lila dated me for a year and she never noticed! Why is Helga of all people so observant? He wondered in embarrassment, while her fingers caressed his waist.

Arnold's eyes widened when he heard the sound of his zipper opening. "Helga!" he whispered and grabbed her hand to stop her. She looked up at him, waiting for him to explain and he gave her a look of disbelief, saying. 'You really need to ask?' He sighed in relief as she did indeed just wait for him to talk rather than carrying on with her… rather tempting task. "If you do that… there's no way we won't get busted!" he hissed and she rolled her eyes, about to pull his pants down until he stopped her hands yet again. "Also… we're in public. Please. Would-Wouldn't you be embarrassed if we were caught too or do you have no shame?"

Helga quirked an eyebrow at Arnold's, in her opinion, rather feeble attempt at turning the tables on her. "Trying to have me feel your embarrassment? Not working, Shortman." She retorted and he sighed. "Besides…" she continued and sat down on her knees on the floor between his legs. His world seemed to stop for a moment as her mouth kissed his hardness through the boxers. "I don't think you really want me to stop." She stated confidently and then pulled his pants swiftly down to his knees.

Arnold was about to make one last logical comment when Helga's hands went to his hips again and pulled him towards her a little roughly. He made a small gasp in surprise and noticed the heads in front of him turning. He pretended not to notice them and looked at the screen, which he for the first time noticed wasn't black anymore. When did the movie even start? He wondered before he bit down on his lips when Helga bit down on another part of his anatomy. This is insane! We're in a cinema! In the Kiska, even! We-We used to come here as children. Gerald has been sitting here next to me, how many times by now? I can never go in here again without thinking of Helga on her knees in front of - - oh, God! Arnold's thoughts went fuzzy when a warm, wet tongue lapped at his now even barer skin. When had she even pulled it out?

Arnold forced his eyes to look at the screen, tried to focus on anything else but what was going on between his legs, but it was easier said than done. His knuckles turned white because he was digging his fingers into the seat. The feeling the velour under his fingernails was a rather dull pain compared to the heat flooding in his lower abdomen. He started biting down on his lower lip, trying to make the pain greater than the pleasure. Before he knew it, he could taste a bit of blood on his tongue and stopped biting. That meant that he could now feel Helga's mouth engulfing him again.

"Shit!" Arnold hissed a little too loudly at a particularly hard bop from Helga and two heads turned around to look at him. He forced his eyes to the screen again, but could see the dark faces looking at him for a moment before whispering to each other. Arnold shut his eyes tight, hoping that they were just thinking he was being a sissy according to the movie. What was the movie again? Oh, right. Evil twin. Horror. Scary… Indeed very scary, he thought as some blood rained down the screen and a few gasps were heard. He didn't even have it in him to wonder who just died: the red-haired bimbo or the blonde airhead?

Arnold inhaled and exhaled as slowly as he could and then looked down at Helga, which he quickly realized was a huge mistake. One thing was to feel it, which was definitely the most powerful aphrodisiac, but to suddenly see it; Helga with her pink lips around him, sucking eagerly; it was too much. He groaned and his hand quickly went to cover his mouth when he saw the heads turning again. The auditorium was too dark to see them properly, but he could see that they were definitely looking oddly at him. They turned to talk to each other again and he exhaled in relief.

Arnold's relief was short-termed though when he saw one of the figures in the distance standing up. He watched the shadow for a moment and realized it was headed towards them. "Helga, someone's coming!" he whispered in panic. She reacted so quickly that he had to replay the next few seconds in his head in order to understand what had just happened. She had stood up from the floor, sat down next to him so that she would be closer to whomever was approaching them and then swung her legs over his lap, successfully covering his exposed body.

Arnold looked at Helga in surprised as she kissed his cheek, pretending to have been watching the movie all along. Arnold could see the figure, whom he could now see was an older man, in his peripheral vision. The elderly looked at them for a moment and then walked out of the door. Both Arnold and Helga sighed in relief and Helga started chuckling in a low voice. "Close call." She whispered in his ear and licked the shell of it. He shuttered for a moment before his eyes, yet again, went wide.

"You're continuing?" Arnold asked in incredulity as Helga sat down on her knees again. "If I stop now, wouldn't it be rather painful for you?" she asked teasingly and he gulped. He couldn't really deny that. He turned to look at the door the older man had just walked out of though. "But what about when he comes back?" he asked. "Oh, relax. Men in that age take two minutes just to start peeing." She pointed out and he looked at her curiously. "How do you know that's what he's doing?" he asked and she rolled her eyes. "Why else would you walk out of a theatre in the middle of the movie?"

Arnold found himself lacking of a qualified answer and made a low gasp when Helga's lips kissed his smaller head and he looked down at her again. "Besides… with how hard this is…" she whispered and made one solid lick from the base to the tip and Arnold had to cover his mouth with his hand again. "I think we're finished before he is." She finished and stopped talking. She was right; he could already feel it. He kept his hand over his mouth, starting to fear this particular part. Can I really be quiet enough? He wondered and jolted when her tongue rolled around him and he gasped through his nose. "H-Helga… I-I'm gonna…"

Helga's hands went to Arnold's thighs, telling him that she had heard him. His jaw started to hurt as his hold on his mouth strengthened and his other hand went to the velour seat again. His hips started bucking, but Helga held him down by his thighs and hips and luckily, she was strong enough to hold him down so that he didn't choke her. They both made a bit of a strangled sound before Arnold finally fell back in the seat, practically disappearing into it.

Arnold was in absolute bliss when he felt a sharp light at his closed eyes. He barely managed to open his eyes before he heard Helga curse and the feeling of her hands pulling his jeans back up and clumsily zipping his pants. He turned his head to the side, recognizing the older man who was now with another younger man who was holding a flashlight and pointing it towards them. "Come on!" Helga ordered, grabbed Arnold's hand and started running. He was so confused right then that he barely heard the man behind them scolding them.

Helga pulled Arnold out of the auditorium through the other exit and kept running until they were out on the street. She didn't stop until they had turned into an alley and were safe. The truth finally dawned on him and he fell to the ground, feeling Helga sit down in front of him. They panted in unison until she started chuckling. He looked at her a little angrily and she stopped laughing for about two seconds until the full-blown laugh started again. "You're crazy!" he scolded, but started laughing too, albeit more embarrassedly and put his hand on the nape of her neck. "They saw us!"

"Us? They saw my face and your - - "

"Helga!" Arnold interrupted and sighed when they both finally stopped laughing. They tried to steady their breathing for about a minute until he put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her lovingly. When he pulled back, she smiled. "You do realize you just came in my mouth?" she asked and his face scrunched in a bit of disgust, but then he chuckled and shook his head. "I think I'll live." He retorted and kissed her again.

With a smile, Helga grabbed Arnold's hand and pulled him up. "I don't think they will let us back in." she muttered and started to pull him with her. He huffed and nodded in agreement. "How was the movie anyway?" she asked and he chuckled. "How would I know?" he asked sarcastically and thought that for once, he could be the one with the last comment. "Hey, you were the one facing the screen." She pointed out and he halted in his steps to shoot her a slanted, but flushed look. She just looked at him for a moment before she let her free hand pet his head. "This is your own fault."

"How so?" Arnold asked with a frown. "Bad karma." Helga replied and he quirked a curious eyebrow. "You tried to sneak in the Kiska without paying once and now you are forever doomed." She explained with a grin and started to walk again. He kept frowning for a moment, but then broke into a grin himself. "Bad karma, you call it…" he muttered and she shrugged. "I'm your bad karma too." She admitted and they chuckled for a moment.

"So, we're obviously skipping the movie… Wanna head to dinner then?"

"Yeah, but let's go somewhere with some sort of entertainment. I'm in mood of some."

Arnold and Helga walked around in Hillwood for about a half hour. They chatted about what they had been up to during the last seven years. Helga talked about her school and her experiences with the acting world, while Arnold spoke mostly about Hillwood, their old friends and what they were up to now, if he knew. "Why doesn't it surprise me that Nadine became a biologist?" Helga wondered aloud in artificial awe. "Because she was one when we were children already?" Arnold suggested and she chuckled.

"Remember when I asked her to bring her cockroaches to Chez Paris so we wouldn't have to pay?"

"Oh, right! Why did you do that anyway? Didn't you have a coupon for that place?"

"Wrong restaurant… The coupon was for Chez Pierre."

"Oh… Huh, so even you can be a bit of an airhead?"

"Hey, be fair! Rather than what damn French restaurant we went to, I was more focused on - - " Helga retorted, but managed to stop herself before she went any further with her unconscious confession. "More focused on… what?" Arnold probed curiously, but the way his smile was crooked told her that he knew more than he led on. "Nothing of importance." She insisted, but she knew she was fighting a lost battle. "Nothing of importance? It was important enough for you not to pay attention to the name of the restaurant though." He mocked in a singsong voice.

"Listen here, Shortman. If we have to get through every single one of my secrets through the years, it's gonna be a long night."

"Fine." Arnold responded and Helga blinked in surprise. "Fine? You'd… be willing to spend the entire night with me just to hear some secrets of mine?" she asked and he shrugged innocently. "I want to get to know you a little more." He explained and that caught her so much by surprise that she stopped walking. "But… you've known me since I was three." She reminded him and he smiled. "Well, yes… but I've realized lately that… I actually don't know that much about you. We were barely friends as children and we haven't seen each other in seven years. I… I want to know you… properly."

Helga felt her face flushing. The memory of that young, insecure girl who wanted nothing more than the boy in front of her to even notice her was now telling her that he wanted to get to know her. She looked away, hoping to hide her blush at least a little bit and saw a restaurant close by. Music was pouring out of every window and it looked like just the entertainment she needed. "Fine…" she agreed and smirked as she pulled him towards the restaurant. "But if we're gonna go through the many secrets of Helga Pataki, I'll need a drink."

"Through the vents?!"

"How else if I didn't want you to see me?"

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Probably, but I've never gotten hurt." Helga replied with a shrug and sipped from her sangria. Arnold was shaking his head in disbelief. "To quote Gerald: you are one bold kid." He said and let his glass clink with hers. "Gerald calls me that?" she questioned in confusion, but he shook his head. "No, he calls me that." he explained. "Why?" she asked simply, in slight incredulity and even chuckled at the thought, which he frowned at. "Mr. Goody-two-shoes bold?" she questioned again. "Did I miss something during our childhood?"

"Hey, I'm not that much a goody-two-shoes."

"Yeah, right. Arnold, you play it safe and there's nothing wrong with that. I gotta question Gerald's observation skills though for calling you bold."

"It's not like I'm boring, right?"

"I never said you were! First of all, a boring person would never have let me do what I did in the Kiska… but you are blushing right now at the thought." Helga stated when she saw the red tint spreading across Arnold's cheeks. "I'm not a prude either." He insisted in embarrassment and she held her hands up in apology. "I never said that either! Criminy, defensive much?" she teased and turned to look at the Spanish band playing up on the small stage next to them.

Indeed, why was Arnold being defensive? It wasn't like what Helga was saying was untrue; he did like to play it safe most of the time, even more so than when he was a child. He had always been a careful guy, sensitive and shy, liked his rigorous routine. It was only around Helga he truly took any chance. When did he become so boring?

When a series of claps started, Arnold automatically started clapping rather mechanically. The Spanish woman on the stage made some odd noise that Arnold couldn't even describe, but the crowd kept cheering loudly. She started speaking in Spanish and Arnold frowned as he looked at Helga who looked back at him. "Any chance you know Spanish?" she asked with a bit of a laugh and he shook his head. "Well, damn." She muttered and looked at the woman, who kept speaking in Spanish, but she suddenly said a word Helga recognized: bailando.

Helga looked at Arnold, who seemed to know the word as well and some people in the crowd started cheering. I guess those people know Spanish. She thought and noticed how a few couples had just stood up and were taking each other's hands. "What's going on?" Arnold questioned, but stood up himself. "You're asking what's going on and yet you're following them like a sheep?" Helga asked, took his hand and let him lead her to the open floor. He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. "You're one to talk; you're following me."

Helga frowned for a moment, but then made the same noise of a sheep, causing Arnold to laugh and a few people to give her weird looks. All the couples each found a spot on the wooden floor with enough room around them so that they weren't cramped. A bunch of people were still seated, but about five couples were out on the floor. The Spanish woman kept speaking as she went into a dancing position with one of the males on the stage. "Wait…" Helga said and leaned to whisper in Arnold's ear. "Are they going to teach us to tango or something?"

Arnold sighed a bit as he put his hand on her hip and used the other to lift her arm. She put her free hand on his shoulder and rolled her eyes. "Seems a little ridiculous for us, doesn't it? Tango is not even a Spanish dance." she whispered and watched the couple on the stage take a step as some music began. She and Arnold followed them with ease and quickly got bored faces on them, while the other couples struggled a little more. "Well, yes, but most people don't know how to tango, Helga… Think about it. It would be fun if - - "

"If we hadn't practiced tango a million times by now. Can we freestyle a bit?" Helga asked, but didn't wait for Arnold's answer; she just stretched her ankle and let it draw a half circle on the floor and let it stop behind her leg. He smiled at her, recognizing the step from Roadside Girl and followed her. They did their best to stay in their own spot, but they were quickly getting emerged into this tango routine, which had become like second nature to them. Even if they fought, even if they were angry, doing the tango scene never seemed to be a problem for them. They were in their own little world when they were dancing with each other. In fact, they were so much in their own little world right now that they hadn't noticed that the other couples had moved to the sides and were looking at them in awe.

The music may not have been fit for their own tango routine, but it fit well enough for them not to care. When they heard the music dying down, they skipped a couple of the next moves and went straight to the final. Arnold swung Helga beneath his arm a couple of times and let her head fall to the floor. She stretched her arm downwards, while one of her legs lifted from the floor and sneaked behind Arnold's knee in order to hold her up and he smiled at her.

With a chuckle, the blondes stood upright again, only to be applauded. They looked around in surprise and flushed bright red when they realized what they had just spontaneously done in front of a bunch of strangers. The Spanish woman stepped down the stage, continued to clap until she grabbed Helga's wrist and lifted her arm up in the air, making the crowd cheer a little louder. Arnold felt his own free hand being lifted too and the two youngsters tightened their hold on each other's hands, subconsciously afraid of being forced to let go of each other.

Once the applauding finally finished, it took Arnold and Helga only a small glance to tell each other that it was time to get out of there. They paid their bill and hurried outside, people whistling behind them teasingly. Helga was about to say something, but it turned into a surprised sound when she felt rain hit her bare arms. She looked into the sky and sure enough; the dark blue sky had a gray tone in it and droplets of water was starting to fall. When a drop hit Arnold's nose, it twitched much like a bunny's nose usually did and Helga snickered at the cute sight.

Arnold used his hand to scratch his nose to get the ticklish feeling away. "Should we find somewhere else so we don't have to stay out in the rain?" Helga asked and took his hand, about to lead him away. He nodded behind her though she couldn't see him, but then an idea came to mind. "Wait." He told her and she stopped to look at him. With only one step, his lips were suddenly on hers and she made a small whimper of surprise, but that whimper soon turned into a moan when his already wet hand went to her neck and caressed it gently. The rain kept falling lazily on them, gradually making their clothes wet and making their hair fall into their own and each other's faces, but they weren't bothered by it in the slightest.

When Arnold's mouth left Helga's, it did so with a small pant and he smiled as his forehead leaned against hers. She smiled as well. "What was that?" she asked in a small voice and opened her eyes to look at him. He opened his eyes too, but seeing her blue eyes so close surprised him a bit so he hesitated to answer. "Me being bold." He replied in just as small a voice as hers had been and kissed her again.

They stood there for a bit until Helga heard a very familiar melody and looked over Arnold's head towards the restaurant where the music was coming from. "Stand by me." She observed and he was about to ask her what she meant when he heard the melody as well. He looked at her as she tilted her head from side to side to the music. "When the night has come and the land is dark y la luna es la luz que brilla ante mí." The Spanish woman sang from inside the restaurant and Helga snickered. "I had the first couple of sentences correct."

Arnold smiled and took Helga's hands in his and she looked at him in surprise when he started dancing with there. "Miedo no, no tendre, oh, I won't me assustare. Just as long as you stand, stand by me." The woman sang and Helga laughed for a moment as she followed Arnold's steps. "Dancing in the rain, huh? If you ask me this is cheesier than when we danced outside my house." She told him and let him twirl her around beneath his arm. "Complaining?" he asked teasingly and stepped towards her as she stepped back. "No." she replied honestly and noticed that her cheeks weren't even flushed. She wasn't even embarrassed; she was just so lost in this cheesy, absolutely ridiculous perfect moment and she hoped it would last forever.

"Y aunque las montañas o el cielo caiga. No voy a preocuparme porque se, que tu estas, junto a mí. No llorare, no llorare. Oh, I wont shed a tear porque se, que tu estas, junto a mí." The woman continued to sing and Arnold noticed something on the other side of the street. Helga noticed his look and asked him what he was looking at. Rather than answering, he twirled her under his arm and turned her back as against his chest, holding her around her waist by her hand. On the other side of the street stood two girls, about the age of fourteen Helga believed. They were attempting to hide behind a car while one of them held a phone up in front of her. They were smiling giddily as if they were watching the cutest thing in the world.

"They're recording us." Helga observed in a quiet voice and turned to look at Arnold over her shoulder. "Should we stop?" he asked, but she shook her head. "No way. Let them record us." She said and he twirled her under his arm again and she stepped closer to him. "Maybe it will go viral?" she suggested and snickered for a moment. He snickered as well and then with a mischievous grin, he twirled her around again and dipped her down until her hair reached the wet asphalt.

Helga gasped in surprised, but her body had reacted on its own and her ankle was once again hooked securely behind his knee. She could see the girls over by the car and she winked at them, surprising them both before Arnold pulled her up again. The girls looked at each other in surprise; they really thought that Helga Pataki, their favorite theatre actress hadn't seen them, but then they giggled inaudibly in order not to mess up the footage. The fact that Helga Pataki had just winked at them rather than scolding them for recording her and her boyfriend Arnold Shortman must have meant they had her blessing. That's what they decided anyways as they continued to record the very sweet, romantic scene in front of them.

"And darling, darling, stand by me. Ooh, ooh, stand by me. Ooh, stand junto a mí. Junto a mí. Junto a mí. Junto a mí."Arnold and Helga mostly swayed at this point, completely lost in each other. They had even forgotten about the two girls as they kissed each other again, the rain still pouring down as if it would never get another chance. "I'm soaked." Helga panted and snickered with Arnold. "Want to come to Sunset Arms to dry off?" he asked and she smiled. "Yes, please." She replied, took him by the hand and started running with him while the song became a mere echo behind them. "Stand junto a mí. Junto a mí…"

Author's 2nd note: First of all: I do not speak a word of Spanish! So if there are any mistakes, blame Google Translate and please do tell me if there are any mistakes because I wanna fix them xD I'm not unsure about the song though because I found the lyrics on the internet so they should be correct I would hope xD

Prince Royce – "Stand by me"