"Hey Sid! Who's the mystery girl you've been with?" Stinky bellowed out in the middle of the place.

Currently they were at a bikini bar where anyone over 18 were allowed to go and girls were dancing on the stage. Arnold groaned the second they took him there saying how no one ever listened to him. When they offered to buy him a lap dance, Arnold declined only wanting one girl on his lap. He just watched as his single friends would drift into the private area.

Sid put down his soda just shaking his head. "I'm not gonna say. It's a secret."

"Oh come on, Sid! You always share with us." Harold complained slapping him on the back. "Spill."

Making a face, Sid silently begged for the more sensible ones in the group to help him out. "Look, I made a mistake when it came to Helga. No way I'm sharing anything."

"Well with, Miss Helga, you weren't doing anything. With this here girl, you are." Stinky observed as he eyed his lemon drink.

"Seriously guys, if Sid doesn't want to share, he doesn't want to share." Gerald called out as he mostly paid attention to his cell phone.

"Thanks Gerald." Seeing how Arnold looked mostly uncomfortable and bored, Sid frowned. "You don't like it here do you, Arnold?"

Seeing his cousin drift out of the private lounge area, Arnold shook his head. "Right now I'm glad I'm not 21 and drinking, but yeah I'm not having fun. I'm fine if you guys are."

Sitting down beside him, Brainy peered up when he spotted a red head now dancing on stage. That is one thing that Lila wouldn't do even in private. "What did you want to do?"

"Anything but this."

"Free the animals!" Thad cried out as he casually dropped money into one of the girls string bikini.

Making a face, Arnold was perfectly content in freeing a turtle with his grandma. That! The thing that Thad loved to do, was something not on his check list. Glancing over at Gerald he saw he was texting, Phoebe. Pulling his phone out he texted Helga.

Bikini bar with the guys. They tricked me and I hate it here. Only woman I want to see dance in front of me is you. - A

I'm with you but in my case, guy. The girls dragged us to a strippers bar. Phoebe, Lila, and I are uncomfortable. - H

Arnold made a face. He had a clue what they do to women who are getting married.

Is it full nude or...? Please don't let them drag you up on that stage. - A

Nude. I will kill Rhonda later. Yes they have and I covered my eyes the whole time. Kill me. Please. - H

I won't. If you want I'll dance nude for you on our honeymoon to make up for your eyesore. - A

:D That brought a smile to my face. I may do the same for you too. - H

Arnold groaned at imagining her doing that. Tomorrow is the day.

I'M MARRYING THE GREATEST GIRL AROUND! - A

Blushing at his response from her end, Helga couldn't help but dance her feet on the ground as she sat there.

I'm dancing here. I'm so excited, Football Head. I love you. - H

You are so cute when you're excited. I love you too. - A

Smiling at her text and watching Phoebe doing the same thing with Gerald, Helga looked up from her phone to see something shocking from Rhonda. She acted like she was fine in being single, but the girl was still reeling from breaking up with, Thad.

"What is it, Helga?" Phoebe wasn't looking on stage till she saw where her attention was diverted. Her cheeks became red, and her hand covered her mouth. "Oh... My."

"Oh I ever so believe that she is sad from her break up. She's never acted like this before." Lila had to look away, fish out her phone, and text Brainy just to get rid of the image in front of her.

All Rhonda's friends were in a state of shock except for all the strangers egging her on. Helga's eyes widened more before she decided to stand up, and rush on stage taking, Rhonda's hand to drag her away.

"All right girls! Let's head on out." Helga ordered.

Putting her arm around, Rhonda's waist she supported her with the others following behind. Once they went into the limo and pulled away, Rhonda started to break down crying. She apologized in being a wet blanket, but Helga quieted her down. Everyone spoke to her trying to soothe her.

"Me! Crying over a boy! Who has ever heard such nonsense about me?" Rhonda wailed. She felt Nadine's head against her shoulder. "Why?"

"Well because you loved him. You never have before." Nadine offered. Soon Rhonda flopped over to her to hug her. "Hey it's ok. You never know what will happen in the future. This isn't the end of the road."

"Come home with me, Nadine. I don't want to be alone." Rhonda begged of her best friend.

"I was coming over anyhow."

"Oh yeah." Continuing to cry, Rhonda wasn't even aware of Helga stopping the car to head inside to Slauson's with Phoebe behind her. "Why are we stopping?" She sniffled.

"It was what Helga wanted to do." Patty answered. "You'll see."

Coming out, Helga had a few tubs of ice cream in a bag. She requested the driver to head to the park. Not answering anyone's questions, the car pulled into the park and dropped them off. Patty dragged Rhonda out as she complained about her make up.

"I'm the bride and I want you to come with me." Helga ordered. "We are taking in a movie here. We'll eat ice cream, and enjoy ourselves." Turning to face, Rhonda, she placed her hands on her shoulders. "You haven't properly basked in the glory of stuffing your face and weeping over a great movie. You have us and we will enjoy ourselves."

Smiling very weakly, Rhonda nodded at the order as she felt Nadine's hand in hers to guide her to where the movie was. It was definitely an old movie with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers. She can go for watching something like this. She never really had before, but she could go for something vintage.

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"You nervous?" Gerald inquired from the couch.

They were already home at the boarding house. It was 12am when they finally came back, and with Arnie asleep in Helga's old room, Gerald at least had the couch.

"Not nervous. Just nervous about tripping down stairs and screwing up my vows, but not about marrying her."

Gerald could see his friend's face in dreamland already. "Ah you'll do fine. I'm sure she is nervous about tripping as she walks down the aisle."

Arnold let out a small laugh there. "She is, but if she does I may swoop in and pick her up."

"Man you can be so lame at times."

"You say that now, Gerald, but I guarantee you that when you marry you'll think the same thing." Arnold countered.

Gerald knew he was right. He would love to swoop in himself and catch, Phoebe when she slips. Her reactions were always the best. The little blush. The 'Oh my." The way she puts her hand over her mouth. The way she nestles into him. He sighed in contentment thinking of her. "Oh I do understand what you are getting at, my man."

Yeah, Gerald wasn't as cool and collected as he thinks he is. Arnold smirked. "I don't mind the little arguments we have. You would think it would irritate me, but no, it charges me up. Excites me. Do you ever argue with, Phoebe?"

"No. Is that weird?"

"I don't think so. Funny how when we have these heated discussions it reminds me of my grandparents or my parents when they argue. Guess the men in the family love to be with fiery females."

"Well you are boring otherwise." He quipped. "How you ended up with someone that isn't boring at all, is a head scratcher."

Lifting up the water gun, Helga left on the shelf, Arnold shot him from across the room. "Oh sorry, Gerald, you seemed a little hot under the collar there."

Wiping his face free of water, Gerald just narrowed his eyes at him. "Guess you aren't that boring after all."

Acting like he just fired a bullet from the squirt gun, Arnold blew at the opening. "And don't you forget it." Being with, Helga rubbed off on him.

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At Phoebe's, Helga was glad that she wasn't doing the huge slumber party before the wedding type of deal. She was glad not to sleep at her sister's seeing she was in the town over, and she didn't want to chance being late to her own wedding. She wasn't nervous. Didn't have any second thoughts, she just had one.

"So it hurts, doesn't it? Sex." Helga was never shy about speaking her mind when wanted to speak it.

Phoebe turned to the side so she can see, Helga in the spare bed. "At first, but it does get better."

"And the blood?"

"Some experience a significant blood lose after it's broken. Some have minimal, while others are lucky to not have it at all." Phoebe remembered her first time with Gerald. It hurt and yes she bleed a lot. "You nervous about it?"

"Yeah. Only that. Although I am also excited too. He and I have only done foreplay so this will be that extra step." Helga felt strange not being in bed with him. This was just one night. "He's incredibly thoughtful with me and so incredibly sexy. There are times he reminds me of a tiger about to pounce on me. It excites me."

Giggling at the description being placed on Arnold, Phoebe didn't want to imagine it. "I think Gerald is sometimes afraid that he'll break me. I know I'm small and all, but I'm pretty strong."

"I imagine you being the tigress and Gerald is the one getting pounced on. You can get feisty at times, Pheebs. I know he loves your sweet nature." Helga wondered what Arnold was wearing to bed tonight. There were times he liked to change it up.

"He does. Oh he likes to sometimes give me a private dance. It is most exhilarating." Phoebe smiled widely.

"Well we have two guys who know how to dance. So with that in mind, we both know what we were getting into."

Phoebe heard the double entendre in her voice. Enjoyed the meaning. "He does have a great rhythm."

Yawning, Helga figured it was time to sleep. "I marry my Football Head. The little girl in me is skipping along and singing."

Drifting off to sleep, Helga and Arnold, had one of the best dreams of their life.

I'll let you guys use your imagination on what Rhonda was doing.

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