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: Helga and Arnold went on a date to the old theatre Kiska to watch the next Evil Twin movie. What should have been a calm trip to the theatre turned out to be something much more fun for the both of them, when Helga decided to turn her head on the screen. Their little sexual encounter though was interrupted by one of the employers at the Kiska and they had to run away.

Afterwards, they went to a Spanish restaurant where Arnold started to question his spontaneity when Helga teased him about the subject. Unknowingly, they stood up to learn the tango when the band suggested it, but ended up taking the whole floor for themselves as they freestyled. The dance continued outside the restaurant and to their almost immediate knowledge, a couple of young girls decided to record them as they danced in the rain.

Author's 1st note: I don't know what to say: "blah-blah-blah, here's the next chapter."

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

Chapter 15: "A pure tunnel of love"

Helga growled at the back of her throat. It was rather dry and she seriously needed something to drink. She tried to sit up, but felt something on her back holding her down. Much to her displeasure, she forced her eyes open to gauge at her surroundings. She had expected to see the bedroom; her own bedroom. Not Arnold's bedroom. She blinked as she got used to the light and then used her elbows to sit up a little bit on her stomach. She looked around. Yeah, this is definitely his bedroom… but where is…? Oh, there he is. She thought as she caught sight of Arnold sleeping next to her, his arm being the thing on her back, which was holding her down.

Arnold was snoring peacefully and Helga let her head fall back to the mattress as she smiled at him. What happened yesterday? She wondered and closed her eyes as the memories flooded back to her. Like Arnold had suggested, they had gone to Sunset Arms in order to dry off. Helga had half expected Phil and Gertie to appear in the hallway until she remembered they had died a couple of years ago. She then remembered that she had even anonymously send flowers for the funeral and then admitted that to Arnold. He had kissed her tenderly and thanked her like a couple of million times; she lost count through the night and they had then gone to the bathroom to dry each other with the towels. It had been an oddly sweet and playful moment and for the first time in a long time, Helga had felt like writing a poem about Arnold. They had then gone to his bedroom to watch movies, but fallen asleep on his bed.

"You still live in the same room… Mr. Play-it-safe." Helga whispered teasingly in Arnold's ear and then bit on his earlobe. He flinched in his sleep, but hadn't woken up just yet. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." She whispered and blew gently on his face. His face scrunched and he turned onto his back thereby removing his arm from her lower back. "Stubborn…" she muttered and then straddled his lap and started to tap her fingers on his bare chest. They were both wearing the same clothes as last night, but had both lost their shoes and Arnold was without his tie. His shirt had at some point opened during the night, but Helga was pretty sure she hadn't been the one to open it… and she doubted Arnold had.

Arnold was stirring and started to lift his hips in his sleep. Helga stayed put on his lap and he seemed to start feeling that something was sitting on him. She snickered, as he seemed to roll experimentally around as if trying to figure out what was on him. He was starting to open his eyes so she leaned forward, put her hands over the other on his chest and put her chin on top of them. When he was finally capable of seeing her, he flinched in surprise and she hid her face in his chest as she laughed. All he could see was her shoulders shaking and her blonde and pink hair cascading down his stomach and chest. "Wha'… Helga?" he questioned and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Why are you…?"

"We fell asleep, you nut." Helga responded and lifted her head up from Arnold's chest, but stayed lying on top of him. He finally opened his green orbs and looked at her properly. He smiled. "Good morning." He said and she giggled. "Good morning, Sleepy Head. Boy, you're not a morning person, are you?" she asked as he yawned. "Not anymore… I'm getting old." He retorted. "You willy old coot." She stated and started tickling him. "No! Helga! I just woke up! And I'm not that old!" he insisted and grabbed her wrists to stop her and she landed on his chest right in front of his face. She was laughing and so was he, but only for a moment until he gave her a sweet good morning kiss.

"I could get used to this." Arnold stated as he wrapped his arms around Helga's waist and rolled them both to the side. She chuckled in surprise and then nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck. "This is the first time you woke up next to me." She pointed out, but he just huffed. "I could still get used to it…" he repeated and kissed her neck. A smile cracked on her face, but she hid it from him by burying her face in his neck again. "What time is it?"

Arnold hovered over Helga as he grabbed his phone. She turned to look at the phone as well and their eyes widened. "Oh, shit!" she hissed and they hurried out of the bed. "Why don't you have an alarm set on?!" she asked a little angrily and looked at herself in the mirror. "I usually do, but we must have been too deeply asleep to notice!" Arnold replied as he went through his drawer, trying to find a more casual t-shirt to put on than his blue dress shirt. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" she questioned as she desperately tried to tie her hair into a ponytail. "I don't have time to go home and change and I can't waltz up looking like this."

Arnold looked at Helga and blushed a little at the sight. She was of course still wearing the same outfit as the night before; the blue plaid skirt, the black vest and the knee high socks, but it all looked ruffled and wasn't sitting properly. Her skirt was flipped behind her, one of her socks had fallen to her ankle and he was pretty sure that the vest used to have two buttons open and not four. She looked at him and rolled her eyes at the way he was staring. "Mr. Goody-two-shoes or not; men are all the same."

Arnold shook his head to pull himself out of his reverie and then looked through the drawers again. "W-Wanna borrow some of my clothes?" he asked and that caught Helga's attention immediately. Don't tease my girlish heart, Arnold. She thought and did her best not to look too eager. "Well, that might work. You got anything that would fit me?" she asked and sat down on her knees next to him to look through his nether drawers. He jumped a little backwards when the wood hit his legs and he looked down for a moment to see what she was doing and it made his heart beat to think of her wearing some of his clothes. It made him feel… oddly possessive, like if he was marking her as his own.

"Oh, found one!" Helga exclaimed and pulled out a shirt, she recognized. Well, it may not have been the same red plaid shirt, but it looked a lot like the one he usually wore in fourth grade. He's always had a thing for plaid… She thought and eyed her plaid skirt with a smirk. "Wouldn't it seem weird to show up in a shirt for the play? Don't you usually wear sweatpants and a t-shirt?" he asked though he really didn't mind if she wanted to wear his shirt instead. Especially not since it was his favorite. "Hm. True…" she said and put it back in the drawer reluctantly and started to rummage through his clothes again.

"I found some pants that might fit you." Arnold said and pulled out a pair of regular black Everlast pants. Helga stood up from the floor and took them to eye them. "I can tighten them around my waist too." She observed and walked towards his bed. He started looking through the lower drawer once he had closed the top one, barely noticing what Helga was doing behind him. She eyed him for a moment, wondering if she dared. What a dumbass question. She thought and started to pull her skirt down. He's seen my legs before.

"I have this baggy t-shirt that might work." Arnold said and was about to show it to Helga when he practically fell on his ass when he saw her skirt fall to her ankles. "Hel…" he was about to say her name, but didn't get to finish. She looked at him questioningly, ignoring the heat that started to prickle on her skin at the way he was staring at her. "Hell?" she repeated and sat down on his bed to take her socks off too. Hell is right; Why does my body get so hot so easily just because he's looking at me? She wondered though she already knew the answer as she pulled her sock down slowly.

Arnold was staring, the gray t-shirt forgotten in his hands. His staring embarrassed Helga, but there was also something very gratifying about it. "Weren't you saying something?" she asked and threw her sock at his face by using her foot as a sling. He jolted when her sock hit his face and fell to his lap, but he just coughed awkwardly and threw the t-shirt at her. She eyed it; it seemed a little too big for her, but she did love wearing baggy clothes. "This might work." She said, pulled her other sock off and started to pull the pants on.

While Helga was undressing, Arnold did his best to look away, but it was rather hard to resist the temptation. She also seemed so open about it, like it didn't really bother her if he was looking. He frowned a little when he wondered if she had done the same in front of David so many times that she wasn't even embarrassed about it anymore. To his surprise, she suddenly coughed and he looked at her. "I know what you're thinking." She told him, but he didn't really hear her. She was now wearing his pants and had pulled her vest off thereby showing the dark blue bra beneath it with black lace on it. She rolled her eyes again and pulled the gray t-shirt over her so that he could focus on her words rather than her chest. "You're wondering why I seem so comfortable undressing in front of you."

Arnold finally heard Helga's words and watched her as she crouched in front of him. "It's not because of David." She told him and he frowned. "Am I that see-through?" he asked, but she shook her head. "Not really. I just know you. Besides, I figured that, much like me, you don't really like that I used to date David." She pointed out and he looked at her in slight confusion. "I mean, like I don't like the fact that you used to date Lila." She explained and he nodded in understanding. "It… bugs me that Lila is the first girl who's seen you in the nude. It kind of makes me want to poke her eyes out."

"Helga!" Arnold scolded, but her comment made him laugh. She laughed as well and sat down next to him, pulling one of her knees all the way up to her chin and rested it on it. "Oh, come on, Mr. Goody-two-shoes… Doesn't it bug you too that David was my first rather than you?" she asked and tilted her head to the side. His mouth twitched and he sighed at the thought. "Why do you think I left my own welcome party for about ten minutes once I heard that?" he asked and she smiled a little at his answer. "Is it bad that I'm a little happy you got sad because of it?" she asked and he chuckled. "Hey, I was happy when you said you've never been in love with David."

"It's true, you know… but it's also true that I wanted to be. I felt so… guilty through the whole thing. Guilty towards him, towards you… towards myself… I felt like I was betraying you, which is ridiculous, but… I also like I was betraying myself. M-My own feelings, you know? That's also why I admitted all those things to you at that party… I guess I felt bad." Helga admitted and started fidgeting with her fingers. Arnold's eyes were big in awe and this unknown feeling started to grow in him. "I-It's you, Arnold…" she continued a little unsurely and turned her head to look at him. "It's always been - - "

Arnold grabbed Helga by her cheeks and clashed his lips against hers, causing her to gasp in surprise. "Arnold?" she asked in a muffled voice, but finally closed her eyes and let him push her backwards onto the floor. She wasn't sure where this spur of passion had come from, only that she liked an aggressive Arnold almost as much as she liked the gentle one. She moaned when she felt his hand travel up beneath the t-shirt and he had almost reached her breast when a ringing caught their ears.

Arnold let go of Helga and looked towards his phone. "Snooze…" he explained with a sigh and let his forehead touch her chest in defeat. He could hear and feel her pant beneath him, his kiss having obviously surprised her. "Um… sorry." He whispered against her chest, but she took his cheeks and kissed him again. "For what?" she asked, kissed him once more and then started to push him off her. He smiled as he helped her standing up and then he eyed her outfit. "How can you look sexy in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt?"

Helga smiled in surprise at Arnold's choice of words and then looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh, that's because the t-shirt is so big that my shoulders and half my chest is showing." She explained nonchalantly and he looked at her reflection. "Oh, yeah. That's it." he agreed and kissed her half-exposed chest. She laughed at the ticklish feeling and smiled at him. "We really should go…" She said before kissing him and he sighed into the kiss, but then agreed with her.

"This is the first time I'm this late!" Helga yelled as she and Arnold ran through the street, both already sweating. "Me too!" Arnold retorted, opened the door for her and ran after her as soon as she was inside. "What the hell are we supposed to tell them?" she asked and stopped in front of the door into the auditorium. He halted as well, about to tumble into her, but she steadied him. "Uh… what, indeed?" he wondered and tried to think about it for a moment, but Helga lost her patience and opened the door.

Loud music was booming inside the room and the two blondes recognized the scene. "Well… we gave them a reason to rehearse the few scenes there are without any of us in it…" Helga muttered in embarrassment and jogged towards the stage with Arnold right behind her. When the director noticed them, he put on a look of pure rage, which Arnold hadn't seen before. Helga though, had been ready for his anger and put a hand on Arnold's chest, telling him to stay back while she went to talk to him.

Arnold felt like he was betraying Helga for staying back and was about to approach her and the director instead of following her order, but the music stopped and David approached him. "Hey, what happened to you two?" he asked and Arnold turned around to see that Maria was standing behind him too. "There aren't a lot of scenes without Helga in it, you know." David continued with a bit of a frown and Arnold crumbled beneath his sight. "We're so sorry. We, uh… Why are you smiling?" he asked when he saw the smirk on Maria's face. "Did you two dance in the rain last night?" she asked and pulled her phone out from her pocket. His eyes went wide at the question. "Wait. What? H-How do you - - "

"Oh, my God! I knew it was you and Helga! Someone recorded you two dancing out in the rain last night, it has like a million views already!" Maria shrieked and stepped to the side to show Arnold something on her phone. "A million?!" he repeated and looked at the video. It was indeed a rather good recording of him and Helga dancing to Stand by me and he blushed at the sight. I need to find this video on YouTube later… He told himself and his eyes traveled towards David to gauge his reaction. He had an eyebrow arched and a lopsided grin on his face. "You two really can't keep your hands off each other." He stated and Arnold smiled a little in relief. Good. He doesn't seem angry or hurt… then again, he's an actor. He thought.

"You two are so freaking adorable! I've read the comments on the video, which by the way is called Cheesy couple dancing in the rain to 'Stand by me' in case you wanna know, and some people have already recognized Helga, which means they are recognizing you, which means they will connect this video to our play!" Maria said in a cheerful voice and Arnold wondered how she managed to say all that without losing her breath for even a single moment. "Your relationship is wonderful ad for the play and it's super cute!"

"Excuse me?" Helga's voice said behind Arnold and he flinched in surprise. "Oh, uh, hi, Helga, did you… talk to the director?" he asked, trying to play off his surprise. "Yeah. He was furious at us for being late and we have to stay behind two extra hours today, but besides that he's cool… What is that?" she asked when she heard the melody from Maria's phone. The girl showed Helga what they had been looking at before she came and her eyes widened. "Criminy, those girls worked fast!" she exclaimed and took the phone to look at it properly. "A million views?!"

"That is something I would like to talk to you about as well." the director said, having heard Helga's exclamation. The blondes gulped and turned to look at the man who was pointing at them with the rolled manuscript in his hand. "I am just reminding you what I told you last time: it is good advertisement, I do not care what my actors do in their private time… but I will not have your relationship ruin the play. Is that clear?"

"Crystal." Helga replied and Arnold nodded in agreement. The director then turned on the mic on his headset in order to talk to the sound technician. The blondes sighed in relief and turned to look at Maria and David again. "Criminy, that man scares me." Helga admitted and they all looked at her in surprise. "You seem so calm around him?" Maria questioned and Helga waved her comment off with a flick of her hand. "I try to be professional, but seriously; he is a scary man." She said and then clapped her hands. "Well, no more of that! Let's get to work, people!"

"And curtains." The director said with a satisfied smile as the two blondes fell to the floor, both panting and heaving for air. "Very nice work, you two. I do hope this means you won't be late again in the future." He continued. Helga lifted her hand as if saluting him, but she was too tired to finish the gesture so her hand just fell back on Arnold's chest. "Yes, sir…" she said instead and Arnold nodded. "Good." He said and turned his back to them to start walking out of the auditorium. "I will see you two tomorrow. On time."

Once the director was out of the room, Helga sat up with a groan. "The man is a tyrant." She uttered with a bit of distaste in her voice. "Tell me something I don't know…" Arnold muttered behind her and she turned to look at him over her shoulder. "I could easily take a nap right here, right now…" he continued, but she snapped in front of him. "Not good for your spine. Come on. Up." She said, grabbed his hands and started to pull him up from the floor. "Up. Up, up, up."

Arnold sat up with a groan and his forehead hit Helga's chest lazily. "I'm not a pillow." she pointed out, but laid her arms lazily over his back rather trying to push him away. "My clothes are still at Sunset Arms…" she muttered. "Huh? Why didn't you bring them here?" Arnold asked, not particularly interested in the subject. He was far too exhausted. "I forgot." She admitted and then fell backwards, which meant that Arnold fell on top of her with his face still on her chest. "Helga… as tempting as you are, I'm too tired…" he said in a muffled voice due to her breasts and she laughed. "I'm not starting anything. I'm too tired too. I'm trying to motivate myself to get up again."

"You're not gonna find any motivation in me. I would rather stay here."

"We can't stay here forever."

"Why not? We technically have all the essentials; a room to dress, a kitchen and several bathrooms."

"There are no showers."

"Huh… that presents a problem." Arnold said and they snickered at their lazy joke and Arnold finally sat up. "Come on. Up." He said in a singsong voice and took Helga's hands. With a bit of struggle due to their sore limbs, they got each other standing up and started to descend the stage. "I need to go to your house to get my clothes." She told him as he grabbed his bag. "Yeah." He muttered, yawned and then they started walking out of the auditorium.

"Shit. My back hurts." Helga stated and bend her back from side to side in a weak attempt of making herself feel better. She was waiting for Arnold to unlock the front door. "He did seem angrier with you than me." Arnold observed and opened the door. "That's because I'm the protagonist. I'm in almost every fucking scene so if I'm not there there's not a lot to rehearse even if they use my recorded voice during dances." She explained and walked past him and up the stairs. "That's true." He agreed behind her and followed her into his room.

As soon as Helga caught sight of her clothes on the floor, she bend forward in order to grab them, but the sound of her body cracking made her double over in surprise and she landed on the floor. "Was that you?" Arnold asked in shock of the loud snap. "Yeah, my back…" Helga corrected and tried to rub the sore part on her lower back, but it didn't do much difference. "Criminy, the man is a tyrant!" she repeated once more and went to lie on Arnold's bed instead. She arched her back as much as she could, the sight starting to entice Arnold. She was after all lying on his bed and that big t-shirt was crawling up her stomach because of the way she was attempting to stretch herself.

"You know… I never got to give you a massage back then." Arnold pointed out before he could stop himself. Helga's lower back fell back on the mattress as she looked at him in surprise. "That's right… Do you wanna… now?" she asked and laid on her side, ready to turn all the way around on her stomach if he said yes. He shrugged. "Sure. Since your back hurts and all…" he answered and was about to sit on the bed until he realized something. "Uh… H-Helga, where do you want me to sit?" he asked and she went to lie on her back. "Huh? Uh… on my thighs since it's my lower back that hurts?" she suggested, not really catching onto why he felt the need to ask her that. She heard him mumble behind her and then felt him sit on her thighs and then she realized why he had felt nervous. Well… I guess sitting on my ass when he's a boy might have been a little… She thought with a smile and then put her hands behind her back.

Arnold was about to ask what Helga was doing when she was pulling the t-shirt up to her neck. She hesitated for a moment, but then pulled it over her head and used it as a pillow, though she really just wanted to bury her face in it. Arnold looked at Helga's exposed back and noticed a red line beneath her bra. "Helga, is your bra too tight?" he asked and regretted his question instantly, especially when her head shot around to give him a look of disbelief. "Excuse me?" she asked and he flushed bright red. "Ah, n-no, I was just - - It's just, uh… the-there's a red line beneath your bra so…"

Helga kept frowning, but then made a sound that indicated she knew what he was talking about. "I've been sleeping with this bra on, Arnold. Of course, it's made marks. It's like if you fall asleep on your hand and you are wearing a bracelet or a watch then you're gonna have a mark on your face in the same shape." She explained and put her cheek on her hands again. "Oh… doesn't it hurt then?" he asked, his fingers starting to touch her spine absentmindedly. Her chuckle made him look at her face again though. "Arnold, if you're that eager to take it off…"

"That's not what I was…" Arnold started, but then frowned. Here I go again. Shy, modest Arnold… No. I'm not gonna let you tease me anymore, Helga. He thought and opened her bra quickly… albeit gently. Small steps, he figured. Helga blinked in surprise, but hid it by turning the back of her head to him. Huh… I wonder if my words last night got to him? She wondered and had half the mind to tell him not to worry so much about it… but she was rather curious to see how far he was willing to take this even if just to make a point.

Arnold's hands glided experimentally across Helga's naked back as he tried to remember how she had done it to him. It was in vain though since he was far too nervous to remember anything so he was mostly following his gut. "It feels good, Arnold, but the pain is in my lower back." Helga whispered teasingly. She was having a hard time not giggling at the way his fingers were shaking on her skin. Right… he scolded himself and led his hands to her lower back. He felt her flinch when he added a bit of pressure a little to the left side of her spine. "Here?"

Helga nodded to Arnold's question and he tried keeping his hands in that area without pressing too hard. "Is the pressure ok?" he asked and she moaned much to his mixed pleasure. "A little harder would be ok." She replied and he did as told, frowning a little awkwardly at her phrase. "Better?" he asked, but she told him that he could be harder. He felt himself starting to stir at the voice she had used to give him that command, but tried to shake it off. He added more pressure in his fingers and palms as he tried to ignore what his body wanted him to do. Helga moaned. "Harder, Arnold."

"I got it, Helga, you want it hard!" Arnold shrieked in a high-pitched voice and his cheeks were scarlet red as Helga chuckled at him. "I have a feeling it already is quite hard…" she teased and he jolted at her words, but even more when she decided to readjust herself beneath his thighs. "In fact, I can feel it." she whispered and let her thigh deliberately touch his swollen member. He jerked at the small friction and his forehead hit her shoulder blade in shock. When he panted, his warm breath tickled the nape of her neck and she gave an honest moan this time and felt goose bumps travel over her skin.

Arnold wasn't blind to Helga's reaction to their sudden closeness and he couldn't help but experimentally nuzzle her hairline with his nose. She flinched in surprise, but also moaned once she got used to the feeling. Now I know how cats feel… She thought and almost purred at the feeling. It tickled in the sweetest way, but a warmth also enveloped her from within. "That tickles…" She whispered into the pillow for no real reason other than her need to say something. Arnold didn't respond at first, other than blowing gently on her cheek and emitting another shaky moan from her. "You're not laughing though…" he whispered and licked behind her ear, causing her to jolt in surprise.

He really does feel like being bold today. Ok, Shortman, let's see how far you're willing to take this. Helga thought and deliberately made a soft moan for no other reason than to encourage him though she had a feeling she wouldn't have to fake anything soon. Arnold heard Helga's small sigh and smirked. I hope I can make that louder. He thought and kissed the nape of her neck after moving her hair to the side. She made another, though yet again soft, moan and arched her back, reminding him that he was pressing himself down on her sore muscles.

Arnold started to make a trail of butterfly kisses down Helga's spine until he reached her lower back. His hands started to massage her lazily as he kept planting kisses on random spots. They both started to feel tingly at the sensations and Helga was about to turn around and kiss him when the sound of glass breaking somewhere outside the room made them stop. "What was that?" Helga asked and turned around on her back in order to sit up. Arnold moved back so she could sit properly as a female voice started to yell in a sobbing voice. "Sounds like Susie and Oskar are fighting again." he answered with a frown. "Oh, right, them… Are they still together?" she asked as she pulled the t-shirt back over her torso and he nodded. "Why?"

"They love each other, Helga." Arnold replied before Susie's voice screamed once again in anger. "Oh, yeah." Helga retorted and stood up from the bed. "Their apartment is a pure tunnel of love."

"Ok, so they fight a lot. We do too."

"It's not the same."

"What's the difference?" Arnold asked and stood up as well to face Helga. She was about to reply when the sound of a door opening and banging loudly against the wall made both blondes walk towards Arnold's own door. Once he had opened it, they could see Susie downstairs walking away with a red suitcase in her hand. Oskar was standing in the doorway, telling her that she was being dramatic, but she wasn't listening. Once Susie was down the stairs, Oskar waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, declaring that she would come back and then closed the door behind him.

Arnold and Helga stayed in their own doorway as the display played itself out. "That." Helga announced and Arnold looked at her in confusion. "That's the difference." She continued and went inside the room. Arnold stayed back for a moment, contemplating what she had just said. He didn't understand so he went inside to question her, but halted when he saw her pulling her skirt over her bare legs. He turned his eyes away and asked her what she had meant.

Helga looked at Arnold over her shoulder as she continued to change. "Oskar isn't afraid. He is expecting Susie to come crawling back. He's not taking her seriously." She explained and closed the last button on her vest. "Well, she will be back. Susie always comes back because she loves him." Arnold countered, starting to feel defensive of the couple though he wasn't sure why. "Of course she will." Helga agreed and he turned to look at her in surprise. "Susie will always come back to Oskar so surely he has nothing to worry about, right?"

Arnold was still frowning in confusion so Helga decided to give it to him straight. "Let me put it this way…" she said and approached him. He felt cornered as his eyes locked on hers, which were dangerously close to his and showing a severity, he didn't see in them often. "No matter how many times we would fight, no matter how many times we would get angry and no matter how many times you would walk away from me… I would always be afraid that you wouldn't come back."

Arnold's eyes had slowly widened the more Helga had spoken. A heavy feeling surrounded his heart, but the heart itself was beating like crazy. It was a rather complex feeling and he wasn't sure if he had been about to say something before Helga had kissed him. "I'll see you tomorrow." She told him and walked out of the room, leaving him dumbfounded. He watched her as she walked down the stairs, her body looking oddly cold and mechanical to him. "But…" he muttered once she was gone. "You left me…"

Author's 2nd note: What Arnold is referring to in the end is when Helga left to go to an acting school back when they were thirteen, not at this very moment when she "left him" xP I just wanted to make sure no one would be confused, hah. xD

Oh, and I don't know of Everlast is a clothing mark known any other place in Denmark? I really don't care much for clothes so I don't know stuff like that, but it's basically just sportswear xD