Arnold thought long and hard about his decision. On one hand, Helga really was changing and Arnold could honestly feel himself falling for the bad girl. He's grown up with her, knowing that she had a secret and then he found out the truth. She's liked him forever and there was really no chance of rejection. Still, she has not been nice for long. There is no telling what could happen to make her go back to being the mean vicious girl that the entire school feared. It was no surprise that Arnold was completely torn when it came to decisions concerning Helga. What the real surprise was: was how easily Arnold made his decision. "I know what I'm going to do, Gerald."
"If you say so."
Meanwhile, Helga walks out of her appointment with Dr. Bliss. She never really explained her deep feelings to anyone before. Sure she told Dr. Bliss that she loved Arnold and that was an extremely deep feeling and yeah she told stories to people, but she never told stories through feelings. I don't know, it was just sort of new to her. Helga walks down the street with her head tilted up. She stares at the many clouds above her. Her hands remain in the crevices of her pockets. She steps in something wet but realizes that it's just a bit of melted slush. She steps in it again with her other foot just for the sake of being able to. She smiles and walks on. Helga takes out her phone and decides to call Phoebe.
"Hey Pheebs." She says.
"Yes Helga." Phoebe's voice answers on the third ring.
"What are you doing tonight?" Helga says desperately needing some sort of teenagerly advice as well as psychological.
"Oh. Uhm. I already had a prior engagement with Gerald tonight." Phoebe answers quietly. She is answered by silence. "I'm sorry Helga."
"Whatever. It's fine." Helga hangs up, frustrated. She attempts calling a few other classmates but they aren't very fond of her to begin with. Was Helga really this lonely?
At this point Helga was just searching through her contacts for someone to talk to. Then sees the name "UGH Blythe." Not a very flattering name but hey, it couldn't hurt to try calling him. So, of course, that is what Helga does.
"Hello." Blythe's voice rings happily through the phone
"Hey." Helga responds nonchalantly. "I cannot believe that I am about to ask this but do you want to hang out tonight?"
"Okay. Just let me check my Calendar." Blythe says. Although Helga cannot see his face, he bears a giant grin from "ear to ear."
"Your calendar; why would you need a calendar? Since when did you get a life?" Helga says.
"Wow. That's mean, coming from the person who just asked ME out." He laughs.
"I did not ask you out, Geekba…Blythe. It's as friends. I don't want you getting any funny ideas, got it?" Helga commands. She points her finger at a stop sign as she begins to walk across the crosswalk.
"Don't worry. I got it. So, Helga, what exactly are your plans for us tonight?"
At the word "us" Helga cringes. She shakes it out of her mind because she remembers that her plans were strictly revolving around hanging out with a girl. "DAMN!"
Blythe burst into laughter. As much as he tried to hold it in, he could not do it. "You went through all of that trouble to ask me out, which we both know that you never would have thought have doing in a million years, and you don't even have a plan set up." He laughs some more.
"Well if you're so smart. Why don't you just come up with something? We also both know that you have been dying to ask me out since the moment that you laid eyes on me. What do you think about that?"
"I think that that sounds like a beautiful idea. Get ready because I am going to pick you up in an hour."
"I didn't even tell you where I live yet, moron."
"I don't need you to tell me where you live. One of the perks of being rich is that I have my own technology to tell me exactly where I need to be and how to get there in time." Blythe winks, completely forgetting that he is talking over the phone.
"See ya then." Helga says as she hangs up her cell phone. She stops walking and instead looks at the street sign to figure out where she is relative to her home. She realizes that in the midst of talking to Blythe she walked five streets farther than she needed to. She quickly turns around and pretends that she was walking that way to begin with.
Within minutes she is home. Big Bob asks her where she was. Although she is flattered that for once her father is finally paying attention to her, it bothers her that he thinks that he needs to monitor her every mood. I mean c'mon, does he not know how old she is. She does not need Big Bob finally being a parent. She tells him "nowhere" and then runs upstairs to get ready.
She begins to look through her closet but everything has an annoying sameness to it. She wants to look special but she does not really know how. She groans loudly which is answered by a knock on the door. "Don't worry. I'm fine." She calls out.
"What a whack job." Big Bob mutters as he walks away to go back downstairs.
Helga thinks through her wardrobe choices. She knows that there is not a single article of clothing that she owns that will impress him. That leaves one option and one option only: She must raid Olga's closet.
She quietly sneaks past her doorway and tiptoes her way into Olga's room where she slowly shuts the door. Why Olga even still has a room is weird to Helga but at least Helga is old enough to steal and fit into her clothes. In Olga's closet there is the same old uniform-like outfit, along with some old dresses that she wore on very few occasions. Helga slams the closet door in frustration. She walks over to and jumps on the bed. She groans again but this time softer so that no one could hear her. If I were Olga where would I keep my best clothes? Helga thinks to herself. She decides to go to one of the most classic hiding places. After all, Olga was never one for originality. She checks under the bed and sure enough there it is: a giant box holding the absolute perfect outfit.