Hey everybody! Sorry this took soooooooooooo loooooooooong, but college is a thing, but we're here and ready to see the continuation of this crazy Spring Break! I have no idea how long this story arc will be, we'll just have to wait and see!

Spring Break: Part Three

She was not a light sleeper. That was one definite you can say about Helga G. Pataki. She slept like a rock through the initial soft knock on the door, the second, the third more forceful knock, and finally the forth pounding on the door.

Helga was sleeping in the empty boarding room that was just right of Arnold's stair landing. Arnold pounded on the door as hard as he could, but Helga didn't respond. He took in a deep breath, and decided to go into her room.

The knob creaked as he turned it, and the hinges shrieked in distress as they slowly swung the door open. Helga's bed was off to the side, near the window. The sun had barely started to rise as the time of 5:30AM. Arnold knew Helga was not a morning person, and she definitely was not going to be pleased with him. Arnold walked over to Helga, floor boards groaning underneath him. He gently shock Helga with one arm by the shoulder. She didn't wake up. He tried a more forceful, quicker motion. Nothing.

"Helga?" He whispered. "Helga?" He spoke louder. "Helga!?" He raised his voice, and quickened his shaking motion. "HELGA!?" He shouted as loud as he could.

Helga's eyes flung open, bloodshot with angry fury burning inside them. Helga grabbed Arnold by the shirt.

"Why are you waking me up so early?" She said in an angry quiet voice.

"Because, w…we have to get ready… the fight… the trip." Arnold stuttered in fear.

Helga blinked, then smiled, and just like that, her entire demeanor changed.

"Oh right! Gotta get ready!" Helga jumped out of bed, and started getting her outfit ready for the day.

Arnold blinked, amazed at the shift in her attitude. "Right, I'll let you do your thing, I need to take a quick shower. Be ready in about half an hour."

Helga waved at him, not really paying attention, "Yeah, yeah."

Arnold smiled. He left Helga's room and went over to the second floor bathroom, where he found a note.

The lock on the door is broken. Please put the OCCUPIED sign on the door when using.

Arnold shrugged, went into the bathroom before putting the sign up on the door. He then began his shower.

Back in Helga's room, she had just finished getting dressed, and gathered her stuff to brush her teeth. She also grabbed her CD played, and put her headphones on to listen to some music while she brushed. She walked over to the second floor bathroom, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the music, dancing by swaying back and forth.

She opened the bathroom door, and went over to the sink, music blaring in her ears.

Arnold rubbed his shampoo in his hair as he sang a classic jazz song in his head.

Helga squirted the toothpaste on her brush, and began working away the plaque that had built up over the last day.

Arnold rinsed his hair out, and began to scrub himself with soap.

Helga spat out her toothpaste when she was finished, and rinsed with some mouthwash.

Arnold washed himself off and turned off the shower.

Helga looked curiously at the mirror as it started to fog up, and it became humid in the bathroom.

Arnold opened the shower door, and reached for his towel, and began running it furiously on his hair to quick dry it.

Helga took the hand towel from the side of the sink, and began wiping the mirror clean, when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head.

Arnold brought the towel down to his neck and began to dry it, when he was suddenly sprayed with mouthwash.

"ARNOLD!"

"HELGA! What are you doing in here?!" Arnold shouted as he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist.

"I was… I mean… I didn't… why didn't you lock the door?!" Helga shouted.

"It's broken! I put the occupied sign up! I told you I was taking a shower!" Arnold began to turn red.

Helga turned towards him, and saw how embarrassed he was.

"I'm sorry football head, I really didn't see anything. I just saw your hands really before I panicked." That was a lie, but it made Arnold feel better.

"Well, good! Well, I need to quick hop back in to wash this stuff off me." Arnold said.

"Right." Helga said, but she didn't move. She rarely saw him without a shirt on and wanted to savor the moment.

"Helga? That means wait outside please." Arnold told her.

"Oh, right! Sorry!" Helga started to blush, and quickly gathered her stuff, and walked out.

Arnold chuckled to himself and shock his head.

An hour later, the four travelers were heading through airport security. Nothing too crazy occurred. Arnold and Stella had a hard time going through the security scanner due to their football heads. Helga was sweating when she thought she was taking too long to load her items on the belt. Overall, it went smoothly.

A few minutes later, they were onboard the plane. The company Stella worked for had upgraded all four of them to first class. The first class seats had a TV, a plug outlet, plenty of legroom, and the seats could fold down to a bed. Helga took full advantage of the last feature during the flight. Once they were airborne, Arnold and Helga folded their seats down and slept.

Arnold was woken up by a flight attendant, letting him know that they were landing in Paris soon, and had to sit their seats up straight.

The flight attendant was about to wake up Helga.

"Wait! Better let me do it." Arnold told the attendant. "Helga?" Arnold shock her awake.

Helga's arms went ballistic. Arnold, recalling his karate training with Grandma, dogged them in quick succession. Helga calmed down after a few attempted tiger hits.

"Jeez football head! I thought the plane was crashing!" Helga said as she woke up.

"Sorry Helga, but we're landing now, time to sit up straight, and get ready for France!" Arnold said excitedly.

"Try to stay calm Arnold-o, we're not there yet." Helga said in a tired voice.

"Calm? Helga, you can't tell me you're not the slightest bit excited to be landing in another continent!" Arnold smirked at her.

"Of course I am, but I want to make it on the ground first." Helga said.

"What?" Arnold questioned as he looked closer at her, and saw she was clutching the seat. "You're afraid of flying?"

"What?! Please, I would never be afraid of flying! I'm Helga G. Pat…" Helga was inturupted when the plane hit some turbulence. She grabbed Arnold's hand.

Arnold smiled at her, "Don't worry Helga. It'll be alright."

Helga looked at him, his green eyes reflecting her frightened face. There was such peace in his eyes. Helga focused on that, and through the landing, she felt nothing but the reassurance of his gaze.

Helga fell into a dream. Arnold standing outside a Parisian restaurant, holding flowers and Belgian chocolates.

"Helga, my dear mademoiselle, come away with me. We will for eternity here, in Paris." Arnold said in an over-the-top French accent.

"But my Arnold, what of our friends? What of our families? No monsieur, we can't." Helga said, in an equally over-the-top fashion.

"No others matter but you my beau. I will care for you forever, no matter where we go."

"Oh, Arnold, hold me."

Arnold put his arms around her and dipped her into a kis…

"Ladies and gentlemen we have arrived at De Gaulle International Airport in Paris where the local time is 4:30 PM." Helga heard over the loud speaker, snapping her out of the trance.

"Wait, we're here already?" Helga asked as Miles and Stella got up in front of them.

"Yeah, we've been taxiing for fifteen minutes. You didn't know that?" Stella asked.

Helga blushed. One stare from Arnold took me out of the world for fifteen minutes!

"Come on Helga, what are you waiting for?" Arnold asked.

Helga blinked, "Oh, yeah! Coming!" I need to get used to being around him like this, I have a feeling it's not going to end anytime soon, so get it together girl!

Once off the plane, Miles, Stella, Helga, and Arnold all got their suitcases, and went down to the trains.

After a lovely train trip to Marseille, in which they saw the great sights of Paris, the rolling vineyards, and they charming small towns, they arrived at the station.

"Whoa, this town is amazing!" Arnold exclaimed.

"Yeah! Look at the hills! See, in the distance." Helga pointed at the tall hills west of the city.

"Beautiful! This is so great mom, thank you!" Arnold said to Stella.

"It was nothing. Now we need to find our way to the hotel." Stella said.

"I've got it!" Miles ran down the staircase, and tripped, and fell a good seven feet.

"Dad!" Arnold ran down to see him, "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Miles blushed.

"Your dad's had worse falls than that." Stella rolled her eyes.

"All of them intentional!" Miles stated.

Arnold and Helga chuckled.

Eventually the four hailed a taxi, and made their way to the InterContinental, where, once again, Stella's company spared no expense.

Arnold and Helga sat in the lobby, waiting for Stella and Miles to get checked in.

"I just want to say, thank you for inviting me to come along. It really means a lot to me." Helga said.

Arnold was surprised by this sudden show of openness and gratitude. He smiled affectionately.

"Of course." He said simply, as he put his hand on top of hers.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the lobby, a tall dark-haired woman yelled at a receptionist.

"What do you mean our usual suite is taken?!" The woman yelled.

"I am sorry madam, I can get you a room that is just as nice." The receptionist reasoned.

"That room has a perfect view of the harbor and I will not…" The woman continued to ramble on as her similarly dark haired daughter gazed at Arnold and Helga holding hands and smiling at each other.

The girl smirked as she took of her sunglasses, revealing her brown eyes.

"This is too good." Rhonda smirked.

OHHHHHHHH! Not even I saw that coming! And I wrote the thing! Thank you all sooooo much for your patience! Sorry it took so long once again. With college, then work, then family, then falling out of interest, then falling back in, writing's hard! But it's here!

R&R