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 Helga and Tate Haddock had officially introduced themselves to each other, it was time to start the scouting and rehearsing the play. Tate was quick to interfere with the acting and even challenged Helga to do the love scene with David rather than Arnold. The outcome was more than satisfactory, but that didn't mean that Helga had forgiven David for his comments last Saturday.

After changing into their newest costumes, the rehearsing continued and so did Tate's nagging. He continued to question Helga, change the scenes and interfere until the director was ready to go berserk. Helga was the one to put a stop to it though, afterwards believing she had ruined her chances of going on Broadway. To everyone's surprise, Tate turned out to respect Helga's decision and declared her a soon-to-be Broadway actress.

Author's 1st note: So much blushing in this one, you won't believe it! xP

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

Chapter 21: "It's making me blush"

"Oh, my baby girl is going on Broadway!" Miriam squealed and managed to lift Helga off the ground. How can a drunk have this much muscle power?! Helga thought as she almost choked in her mother's tight hold. "I am so proud of you!" Bob said before wrapping his arms around her too. "Yep. Thanks. Now please let go or all I'll be able to play on Broadway is a corpse!" Helga managed to choke out and her parents finally let go of her. "I didn't think you'd be this happy." She muttered as she massaged her sore throat. "Of course we are!" Miriam said and tangled her hands together. "My daughter, on Broadway." Bob said proudly. Helga quirked an eyebrow when his face suddenly turned excited. "We should host a party as a celebration." He suggested and Miriam gasped happily. "Yes, what a good idea!"

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Helga interjected and her parents turned to look at her. "I have some rules if we're going to be having a party." She said and Bob frowned. "Rules?" he questioned and crossed his arms, looking ready to get defensive if needed. "One, you are not cooking." Helga said as she pointed at Miriam, who made a sour face, but nodded in agreement. "Two, you are not allowed to chew anyone's ears off about how proud you are of me." She said as she pointed at Bob who scowled deeply, but agreed with a groan. "Three…" Helga continued and chewed on her bottom lip. "I want to invite my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Bob repeated in confusion and looked at his wife. "The young man who picked her up for a date not too long ago." Miriam explained with a smile and Bob hummed in recognition. "The orphan boy!" he declared. "Ok, stop." Helga said, her eyes shut painfully tight. "Here's my next rule: You are not allowed to call him that. His name is Arnold and you will address him as such. Is that clear?" she asked sternly. Bob blinked in surprise. Helga had never talked to him in that sense before. Sure, she had been angry with him and yelled at him, but this strict tone in her voice was new. "All right." He said and put his hands up in defense. "If you say so."

Helga was surprised at her father's submissiveness. Frankly, she had imagined him throwing a hissy fit because of the way she had chosen to talk to him. "Well, all right then." She said in a stern voice and turned to walk out of the room. "You two can plan the details as long as you follow those few rules." She said as she waved dismissively and went up the stairs. Did I just win a fight against my dad? She wondered for a second, smirked and made a small triumphant twirl before heading inside her room. She hopped onto her bed and stretched before grabbing her phone. It took her less than a second to speed dial Arnold's number and placing the phone next to her head on the pillow.

At Sunset Arms, Arnold gasped when he heard his phone ringing next to his ear. Much like Helga's current position, he was also lying on his bed and staring at the star-filled sky above him. He had been making small, casual plans about all the stuff he wanted to try with Helga here in Hillwood before she had to go to New York when his phone had started ringing. Once he saw Helga's name on the display, he couldn't help but look around suspiciously. It would be typical if she had decided to jump him right now, but he didn't see any pink or blonde nearby so he simply answered. "Hi, Helga."

"You ever been choked to death?"

Arnold blinked one, two, three times in surprise at Helga's question. He then snickered. "Well… if that was the case, I would be living proof that zombies can co-exist in our world." He said before turning around on his back, his hand holding the phone close to his ear. He could hear her chuckling on the other side of the phone and a familiar warmth spread in his chest. He really did like her laughter, even with that little snort she would sometimes make. It was really cute, but he couldn't copy it even if his life depended on it. It wasn't cute when he did it. "I'm guessing your parents were happy about the news?"

"Ding-ding-ding, a blue ribbon for the blue-hatted boy." Helga answered in a singsong voice, causing Arnold to laugh. "They're so happy that they're planning to throw me a party." She continued and he blinked again in surprise. "Really? Whoa! They are really going all in, huh?" he asked with a smirk on his face. He really was happy that Helga was getting more along with her family, or that they were at least paying more attention to her. A party to celebrate Helga going on Broadway… huh. He thought and felt the smile leave his face. No. Keep smiling. He ordered himself, but when he looked at himself in the mirror, Helga's voice continuing to speak in his ear, he saw that the smile refused to get back on.

It took Helga a few seconds before she realized that Arnold wasn't responding and perhaps wasn't even listening to her. "Arnold?" she asked gently and heard him hum absentmindedly. What's with him? She wondered for a second, but then gasped when she thought she realized what the problem was. "Oh, Arnold. I'm sorry." She said and finally got his attention again. "Huh?" he questioned and sat up. "I keep talking about my parents and how they're noticing me all of a sudden and you… I-I'm sorry." She repeated and Arnold frowned confusedly for a moment. Why is she…? He thought, but then figured it out. "Oh, no, Helga, that's not it! I wasn't thinking about my parents at all!" he insisted with a laugh and heard her sigh in relief. "Oh, thank God! I thought I had just… Wait, what were you thinking about then?"

When Arnold's laugh faded, Helga frowned. "Oh…" she muttered when she understood and sat up on her bed. They were quiet for what seemed like forever. "So, uh…" Helga mumbled. "Would you be completely against coming to the party?" she asked softly. "Huh?" he muttered in confusion. "Oh, uh… I-I told Bob and Miriam that I wanted to bring my boyfriend." She explained. Arnold felt heat rushing through him. Boyfriend? He repeated in his head and a blush spread on his entire face and his ears. "There's no date for the party yet since they only declared they wanted to throw one ten minutes ago." Helga continued nervously, hoping she didn't sound as nervous and lame as she felt. "I don't know if they want it to be casual or this big thing. You know Bob, he likes to overdo things and - - "

"I-I'll be there." Arnold interrupted, putting a sharp halt on Helga's one-sided speech. Somehow, she felt surprised, but she wasn't sure why. Then she suddenly realized that she had called him her boyfriend and while that was indeed true, she had never said the word aloud before. Her cheeks turned pink at the realization. "R-Really?" she asked and felt a smile creep up on her face. "Yeah. J-Just tell me when as soon as they know, ok?" he asked excitedly and could hear her sigh in relief on the other end. "Sure!" she said happily and looked towards her clock. "Oh, we should probably go to bed. The photographer will be there first thing in the morning." She said in a speedy voice, her heart pounding eagerly inside her ribcage. Arnold nodded at her reminder, but then shook his head when he remember she couldn't see him. "Yeah! L-Let's go to bed then." He said and fell back on the bed obediently to his own suggestion.

"Yup, we should look fresh and rested tomorrow so go to bed, Football Head. Oh, bad rhyme." Helga responded and laughed lamely before landing on her bed again. Arnold laughed though. "Yeah. Good night, Helga." He said and turned on his side. "Sweet dreams, Arnold." she responded and waited a couple of seconds before she hung up. Arnold kept smiling at his phone as if he thought Helga could see him through it. "Boyfriend…" he whispered and felt the red color spread like paint over his entire skin. He then pulled his duvet over his whole body before rolling from side to side like a hyperactive caterpillar that wasn't sure how to move around just yet. In the back of his mind, he questioned if he was too old to feel this happy about something so simple… but the front of his mind just didn't care. Both he and Helga fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

"I think Miss Pataki should change her costumes so we get pictures with all of her outfits."

"No, bad idea. Somehow, that spoils her look for every scene. It'd be better just to have her in the very first outfit instead."

"How does her clothes bust the play?"

"Not the play as such, but if people have already seen every piece of clothing she will wear, the effect of it will wear down during certain scenes."

Helga's eyes, along with the rest of the actors', continued to travel between the director and the photographer who had been discussion the same issue for a while now. Some might call it creative differences; Helga would call it idiocy. The director insisted that Helga should wear one outfit for every picture, no matter what the picture would be used for, so that as little as possible would be revealed. The photographer, on the other hand, insisted upon variety and to make the fact that Helga was the protagonist more obvious by having her the only one switching outfits between the pictures. As if her name beneath the title wouldn't be hint enough. This discussion had been going on for about a half hour: everyone was already dressed, the girls in the black leather-dresses and Helga in the same one, the boys and David in leather outfits as well, albeit more varied than the girls dresses were and Arnold in his Dimitri costume, as Helga had insisted upon calling it. They had been ready for the photo-shoot for a while, but had yet to have a single picture taken.

"This is getting ridiculous." David whispered in Helga's ear and she nodded in agreement. "Can't you do something?" Maria asked and Helga shot her an incredulous look. "Me? What the hell am I supposed to say? It's not like we can find some middle ground here or anything." She said, but as soon as she heard her own words, she sighed. "I'm such an idiot." She stated before stepping forward and coughing to get the men's attention. They turned to look at her. "How about this: We agree that I have six different outfits to work with, right?"

They nodded.

"Mr. Hirsch, you are nervous about the lack of power some dresses will have if people have already seen them. I'm imagining that you're thinking specifically of the outfits for Bad, I'm your favorite drug and I'm not an angel, am I correct?"

The photographer looked at the director who nodded.

"So how about we leave those outfits out and for the photos, we will use the outfits for I hate you, I want my innocence back and s.e.x.? That way we can get the variety you want, but also the power of surprise for once the play has premiered. Fair enough?" Helga suggested. The director and photographer looked at each other, smiled and nodded. "Very diplomatic of you, Helga. We shall do that then. We'll begin now." The director said and clapped twice while the photographer started to pull out his equipment. Helga turned to smile at her fellow actors. "Quite diplomatic, aren't I?" she asked with a big grin.

"We shall start with the more dull pictures first." The photographer declared while he adjusted the equipment on the stage. "I need you all to line up for portraits. We'll use these pictures to put next to your names and roles in the folders that will be sold before each play." He explained and watched them all line up. Helga was the first in line, simply because she had been the quickest on her feet. The photographer smiled at her. "Come over here, Miss Pataki." He ordered gently and she skipped towards him. Once he had taken her picture, he took Arnold's, David's, Maria's, Damon's, Camille's and soon, he had a portrait of everyone in the play, even one including the director.

"All right. We shall continue with the rest of the pictures for the folder. Not all the pictures we take now will be used, but feel free to improvise and have fun with it, ok? We have nothing specific in mind for these particular pictures so just go with the flow." The photographer said before looking up at the sound technician. "Could we have some music, please?" he asked and the sound technician shrugged before he looked through the music. "Uh, none of our songs are really for cutting loose." Maria pointed out as she and the others went on the stage, but the photographer waved her off. "Just have fun with it."

"I'm confused." Helga stated in a low voice to the people closest to her. "One second he's very professional, next he's all casual. Photographers are weird." She muttered before lifting her arms and stretching, her back making a small crack in the process. Arnold hissed at the sound and put his hands on his ears. "You really need to stop doing that…" he begged and she pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweety." She said before patting his head. He sighed in relief, but as soon as he had removed his hands, she cracked his fingers. "Helga!" he scolded at the laughing girl, but soon her laughter was overpowered by the music from the stereo. Helga looked at the sound technician in disbelief when she recognized the song. "Shake it off, really?" she asked and saw the sound technician shrugging innocently in his glass booth. "I love Taylor Swift!" Maria declared as she bounced happily and started dancing.

The others gawked at Maria for a while due to her weird way of dancing, but soon Maria turned to look at Helga. "Come on!" she begged and reached her hand out for her. With a sigh, Helga lifted her hand and Maria was quick to grab it. Helga gasped when the shorter girl pulled her roughly towards her and started doing some sort of silly tango with her. Helga couldn't help but start laughing; this was extremely weird and awkward, but also so much fun. The song was perfect for it after all. "Come on!" she encouraged the others and took Arnold's hand, forcing him into a three-way tango with her and Maria. After a few seconds, he had caught onto their steps and was laughing with them.

"Yes, that's the spirit! Come on, the rest of you join in!" the photographer encouraged and readjusted his camera. When everyone seemed a little too shy to actually step forward and just be random, Helga shot them a look, which got them all sprinting out on the scene. The click from the photographer's camera was barely heard due to the music, but they were all aware of the camera. While some very going full-blown crazy, others were choosing their moves more carefully. Once the song was over, the photographer declared that they had enough, and good, pictures for the folder. "Now, we need the pictures for the posters and such. You will still get a chance to improvise, but we have some specific situations and positions the writer has requested."

The photographer handed Helga a piece of paper. She quickly scanned it and found her own name soon. "He's got a theme, I see." She muttered and showed Arnold the different drawings of positions the writer wished for. The blonde boy blushed at a few of them. "Sheesh…" he muttered embarrassedly, earning an elbow to his ribs from Helga. "Don't pretend you're gonna hate it." she teased and handed David the paper. He and the rest of the actors and dancers soon had an idea for what the writer wanted and went to their positions. "We'll start with the front shot of Miss Pataki and the prostitutes." The photographer stated and waved the girls over to him. "We really are your bitches." Maria said to Helga who couldn't help but place her arm over her shoulders. "My girls from Hell."

The photographer laughed at their exchange. "Ok, girls. This particular picture is a little more free-spirited than some of the others. You know the basics: make it sexy, but not too vulgar and go with the flow." The photographer ordered before turning to look at the sound technician. "Fitting music, please!" he said and the sound technician gave him a thumbs-up before starting a playlist with the instrumental versions of all the songs in the play. The boys watched in the background as the girls experimented with different poses and were obviously having a lot of fun with it. Arnold on the other hand felt ready to burst when Helga at one point decided to wink at him while one of the girls leaned her back.

David nudged his elbow teasingly against Arnold's arm few moments before Maria decided to copy Helga's action and it was David's turn to be nudged by Arnold. "How is it going with you and Maria, by the way?" he asked curiously and David shrugged. "Not sure. After Saturday night, it feels like she's… given up on me." He replied with a sour look on his face, which Arnold studied with interest. "Do you want her to give up on you?" he asked. David tilted his head to the side thoughtfully as he watched Maria goof around with Helga while the photographer was fixing something on the camera. He then looked back at Arnold and shook his head. "No, I don't."

"Miss Pataki, the camera really loves you. Have you considered modelling?" the photographer asked with a smile, but Helga shook her head violently. "Hell no! Been there, done that, never doing it again!" she replied and the photographer laughed. "Well, all right then. Ok, girls. We have some really hot shots of you now. Miss Pataki, please go and change your outfit for your pictures with Mr. Whitlock." The photographer said and Helga nodded before jumping off the stage. She quickly found the dress, which was designed for I hate you, the duet between her and Arnold, but would be the one for the pictures of her and David. Helga loved this particular dress, though she couldn't put a finger on why. It was made out of a black corset with what looked like red petals over her breasts and stomach. The skirt of it was black and frilly and with three red lines for every layer on it. She was also wearing a pair of black, long gloves and some thigh-high stockings with black garters. It wasn't her favorite outfit, that was the one for I'm your favorite drug, but this one had something about it. Once she had gotten dressed, she moved back to the stage to see that everyone were already in their positions. She quickly scooted over to David who was standing at the front of the stage.

"All right. Let's do the choke." the photographer suggested as he eyed the paper in his hand. "The choke." Helga repeated in horror, but stepped obediently in front of David who snuck his arms around her. "Mr. Whitlock, one hand on Pataki's throat, the other on her hip, your nose next to her cheek so we can see half of your face. Miss Pataki, dead look in your eyes, mouth slightly open, your left arm hanging over Whitlock's arm. People in the back ground, stand stiff." The photographer instructed and the actors did as told. The photographer kept taking pictures as David and Helga moved an inch for each new frame, they had done this before after all and knew how it worked.

"Twist your right leg." The photographer ordered and Helga twisted her knee towards her other leg. "Good." He said before she declared that she was losing her balance. David was quick to react and grabbed her thigh in a feeble attempt at steadying her. It worked for about a second, but they both ended up clashing on the floor. "Ow!" Helga declared and swung her leg out to stretch it. "Sorry. You ok?" David asked and removed his weight from her. "Yeah, think so. Did we get the shot?" she asked before grabbing David's hand and letting him hoist her back up. "The last one was in fact perfect!" the photographer answered enthusiastically. "Fantastic. Can we take five?" Helga asked while she readjusted her leg, hoping she would feel no pain. "Yes, sure." The photographer answered and went to sit in one of the seats while he looked through the pictures.

"You sure you're ok?" David asked as they walked towards the others at the back of the stage. "I'm fine. Don't worry. You haven't given me yet another reason to be pissed at you." Helga replied with a smirk, patted his head teasingly and went to sit down with the others, more specifically next to Arnold. David groaned sarcastically before sitting down as well, noticing that Arnold had a rather wide smirk on his face. "You sure you're ok?" he asked and started playing with a lock of Helga's hair. "I'm fine, Football Head…" She muttered with a cracking smile on her face. The others around them looked questioningly at each other. "Um, excuse me, but aren't you two even more disgusting than usual?" Camille asked with her painted eyebrow quirked.

Arnold and Helga didn't notice the hidden insult in Camille's voice and just shrugged innocently. "Nothing… specific… happened." Arnold insisted, but Helga's snicker spoke against his words. He punched a small and very gentle fist at her shoulder, but she just waved his hand off as if it had tickled. Camille stuck her finger into her mouth and made a fake gagging sound, which caused a few laughs. "Seriously, what's going on?" Maria asked and bounced on her knees excitedly. "Calm down, sweety." David ordered gently and with a smile on his face. Maria's smile faded instantly and she gawked at him in slight shock. The sound of the nickname had made her skin change color quicker than dipping something in red paint would have. "Oh, God! Two dumbass couples!" Camille declared in despair and fell backwards as if all the sugar around her had killed her.

Helga looked questioningly at Arnold when she had heard David call Maria sweety. He simply smiled and shrugged at her before kissing her cheek. "I'll tell you later." He promised her and she smiled. "Seriously though, what's gotten you two in such a mood?" Damon asked as he wiggled his eyebrows. "Is it because of what I think?" he asked and nudged his elbow at Arnold who blushed a bit, but the grin was still wide. "No! You pervert!" Helga replied and kicked him by his chest. She had done it gently, but he had gotten the message and moved away from Arnold.

"Wait. You haven't done it yet?" Damon asked in shock and Helga frowned. "It's none of your business." She insisted again. "You're kidding!" Maria squealed in slight horror. "You've been together for this many months already! It's cold outside by now, go warm each other up!" She continued and started smiling again. "That would have been the first thing I would have done." Camille stated. "We know, Camille." David said and she snorted at him. "To be fair, they have only been officially together since the party." he pointed out. "But they've known each other since they were three and they have unofficially together since Arnold join our play." Maria argued. "We hated each other in the beginning!" Helga stated, but they all just shot her a bored look. "Yeah, right." They countered and Helga frowned in Arnold's direction who looked a little dumbfounded at the situation.

It wasn't like Arnold didn't want to sleep with Helga… he would have to be blind, dead and crippled all at the same time if he didn't. As much as they had already done, they had in fact never been alone for long enough to go all the way. "I'm just saying," Maria interjected. "It's not like they have all the time in the world. The premiere is this Saturday and once it's over, Helga will be going to New York! It's already Tuesday and these last couple of days, we're going to be rehearsing 24/7. Their chances are running out!"

"Hey, sweety." Helga hissed and caused them all to look at her. "Arnold and I are right here." She pointed out before standing up. "We're ready again!" she told the photographer and started walking backstage in order to change. "Oh, we're sorry, man." Damon said and patted Arnold's back. "We didn't mean to put a downer on you two." David explained, but Arnold wasn't angry with them at all. He simply nodded and stood up, brushing his backside off just in case the least bit of dust had gotten on the costume. They're right… Helga and I actually have a deadline. He thought and sighed. A deadline for having sex was probably the worst kind of deadline he had ever encountered.

Helga was quick to return after having changed. The outfit she would be wearing for the final shots with Arnold was the same outfit she would be wearing at the end of the play; for the song I want my innocence back. Their eyes met, but not for long. They knew what the other was thinking, it didn't take a genius. They had been so happy a second ago, but their crewmembers had been quick to remind them of the pain soon to come. Helga shook her head, refusing to let her now sour mood ruin the pictures. She approached Arnold and kissed his cheek, hoping it would coax him into doing the same. At the sight of his usual smile, she smiled as well.

"Ok, you two. Get in position." The photographer ordered and got behind his camera. "Uh… what was it again?" Arnold asked and Helga had to chew on her bottom lip guiltily. "Yeah, I don't remember either." She admitted and the photographer rolled his eyes. "Lie down on your back on the floor, Miss Pataki." He ordered and once she had done as told, the photographer told Arnold to hover above her, with his legs between hers. He coughed a little awkwardly when some of the boys behind them decided to whistle teasingly. "You need to get closer to her." the photographer encouraged and some hollers were heard from the others. "The maturity level of you guys is extraordinary!" Helga scolded, but did in fact feel a bit bad for Arnold. He was blushing a tiny bit, especially when their pelvises touched. He'd had his eyes closed until the photographer told him to open them.

"Miss Pataki, put your left leg over Mr. Shortman's waist, please." The photographer said and Helga did as told, not blind to Arnold's reaction to it even though he was doing his best to hide it. "Hand on his throat." He continued and Helga did as told though only after she had pinched Arnold to mock him. He frowned at her, but the feeling of her bare legs around him, even if he himself was wearing pants, made the frown fade soon enough. "Arnold." Helga whispered and his eyes shot open. Her hand on his cheek turned him to look at the photographer who was smiling patiently. "Mr. Shortman. I understand you may feel awkward doing this, but I need you to listen to what I'm saying."

"Y-Yes, sir…" Arnold answered shyly as he heard Helga snicker beneath him. "All right, first shot." The photographer declared and Helga's face changed instantly. The smirk disappeared and turned into a pair of seductive, slightly parted lips, her eyes going half-closed. Arnold's own eyes widened. How could she change her expression so easily? "Mr. Shortman! Turn your head to look into the camera like Miss Pataki is doing." The photographer scolded gently and Arnold turned his head obediently. "I would prefer an aroused expression rather than a terrified one, Mr. Shortman, if you don't mind."

"Relax." Helga whispered in Arnold's ear and blew gently into the shell of it. Arnold's face scrunched for a moment, but once it relaxed again, his expression resembled Helga's. "Much better! Whatever you did, Miss Pataki, please continue." The photographer said, truly blind to what exactly Helga had done to make Arnold change his expression so perfectly. "Yes, sir." She said and smirked at Arnold who groaned at the feeling of his body starting to react to her advances. "Someone's having fun." she whispered teasingly as the photographer kept taking pictures and guiding them into changing their expression a small parts of their body. "Sh-Shut up!" Arnold begged in a low voice, going quiet for a moment as another flash blinded him for a mere second. "S-So are you…!" Arnold insisted and noticed Helga quirking an eyebrow at him. He felt another flash, but ignored it. "I'm guessing?" he added, but she still said nothing. "Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked. "You didn't ask anything." She responded and tightened her hold on him with her legs. "Did all the talk about sex get you worked up?" she asked teasingly. "You are working me up…" He muttered childishly before gulping. He felt his heartbeat quicken once his entire body got even closer to hers than before, but also because of her comment.

"Miss Pataki, please place Mr. Shortman's cheek against your own and turn to face me." The photographer ordered and Helga did as told. Once the first flash had shown, her expression changed to a small frown. "They're… right, you know." She whispered and turned to look at Arnold once the next couple of flashes had appeared. He looked questioningly at her. "We don't have all the time in the world… Once the play premieres, our free time will be even shorter. Our time is running up." She explained and he frowned, even scowled at her. He noticed another flash in his peripheral vision, but ignored it. "I don't… I don't want to do it just because." He insisted stubbornly.

Helga looked at Arnold for moment, observing the way his eyebrows were knitted together. "Arnold." she said in a grave tone he hadn't heard from her mouth before. "It will never be just because if it's with you." she swore and he felt his heart speed up again. Their chests were pressed together, their hearts starting to find a united rhythm. "Oh, by the way." The photographer said, unaware of the conversation going on between the blondes in front of him. "If you two have any ideas of your own then go for it. Don't hesitate to…" He continued, but before he could finish, Arnold and Helga's lips had met in a kiss. A kiss that showed so much passion that his eyes almost fell out of his eye sockets. "To improvise…" he finished and clumsily snapped many pictures.

Helga let go of Arnold's mouth with a small moan and her lips went to his ear. "I want you, Arnold… Surely, you know how much?" she asked huskily, her hands going into his hair and her hips meeting his desperately. She heard him groan in her ear, his enthusiasm starting to go just as physical as emotional. "S-Surely not right now?" he questioned shakily. "No, but when you want me…" she said and caressed her cheek against his. "Take me." She ordered in a whisper that made him choke. His breathing grew irregular and droplets of sweat was running down his forehead as he jumped off her, declaring that they should take another break before he jumped off the stage. "But we had a break just a minute…" the photographer countered, but Arnold was already out of the auditorium. The photographer, the director and the rest of the actors looked questioningly at Helga as she stood up and dusted herself casually off. Once she had noticed their stares, she shrugged innocently and started walking across the stage, humming to herself. "That magic in your pants, it's making me blush…"

Author's 2nd note: I believe that if I had counted correctly then there should be around… two chapters left or something like that… Oh, dear xD Once again, I feel myself torn between being happy that I have finished yet another story and sad that another of my stories is ending Cx Oh, well! That's the way it goes and I'm looking forward to start my next project once this is fully over :3 I hope you will want to read that one too! ^^

Oh, and as per usual, Helga's dress for her pictures with David had a referred picture so if you would like to see it, message me on YouTube or deviantArt and I will send you the link :3

Songs:

Taylor Swift – Shake it off

Ke$ha – Die young (deconstructed, since that version is so much better xD)