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Finding your Feet	By : DancingBear Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 13192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold, nor any of the characters. I do not, and will not make any money from this story. (Original creator: Craig Bartlett)

Chapter List
- 1-Finding your Feet
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"Oh my god!" Helga threw her arm across her eyes and groaned. "This is so bad"

Arnold chucked. "I didn't know Darth Maul had been banished to the other."

"You always choose the worst movies. I told you we should have watched TopGun."

"I thought you were joking! What kind of girl likes TopGun?" Arnold scoffed.

Helga Huffed, twisting her neck to look up at him. "TopGun, Arnold, is a classic. Not like this Insidious bullshit." She stretched a little, wriggled, obviously restless. Her head lay on his good thigh and she rolled onto her back, her eyes on his face.

She sighed, pointedly.

"Aright Pataki, I'll take the hint. What do you wanna do?"

She shrugged. "I dunno."

"So keep watching the movie."

"I don't wanna watch the movie!"

"Fuck you're a brat." He grinned. "Does the little princess want a coffee?"

She glared. "Don't call me that. Ummmm… I dunno, I can't be bothered moving."

"You're not in a good mood, are you?"

"I'm fine! I'm just restless, and tired. It's been a long week."

They sat silent for a minute, the movie still playing on his TV, but neither of them watching it.

"Do you wear your leg all the time?" She asked suddenly.

Oh, she's in one of those moods. Alright. "Uh, no… is it ask Arnold awkward questions time again?"

She grinned. "You can ask them back! Let's play Truth!"

"Oh god."

She grinned. "You love it. OK, so do you just take it off to sleep, or what?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I tend to take it off whenever I can. It's not the most comfortable apparatus."

"So why don't you take it off now?"

"No, it's my turn." She huffed, but he ignored her, thinking for a minute. "What made you and Miriam move to Florida?"

"She found out Bob was sleeping with someone else. It was the last straw, thankfully." She answered without missing a beat. "So… why don't you take your leg off now?"

"Because you're here."

"That's not enough of an answer."

"It'll have to do."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "You know I don't care about your stupid leg, right?"

He shrugged. "I care." He continued before she could start trying to talk about it further. "What's the worst thing you've done while you were drunk?"

She laughed. "Surprisingly enough, Shortman, I've never been a big drinker… having a wreck of an alcoholic mother will do that to you. I think just vomiting copiously into a friends garden and telling a guy I liked that I liked him is probably the worst I've done."

"Dammit." He braced himself for the next leg question.

"Tell me about the first time you had sex." She took his hand, which was resting on her stomach, and brought it up to her face.

He hesitated, worried. He didn't like to divulge stuff like that, when it was about other people… and he could feel her breath on his palm, which was making his head cloud up a little.

"Just the basics." He said, a little slowly. "It was Jenny Tanner, in her room, and I think we were both fifteen."

"Jenny Tanner? Really?" Helga grinned. "I wouldn't have picked it." Her lips brushed the base of his finger as she talked. Shit.

"Yeah, well, she kind of accosted me. Apparently she had liked me for ages, but it never happened again." Arnold sighed. "It was pretty tragic, really."

"Oh, I so have my next question already. Quick, have your turn." She was grinning.

"Uhhh…" He thought for a second. He didn't really know what to ask. Helga was looking up at him, his hand covering most of her face. Gently, she put her teeth to the side of his index finger and bit down slightly.

He started to panic a little, what is she doing? "Hurry uuuuup." she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Uh. Why were you so mean to me when we were little?" He blurted out the first question that popped into his head.

She blinked at that, and, mercifully, took his hand from her face. She then, however, placed his palm on her chest, his palm on her collarbones, his fingers on her neck. Her skin was soft…

He tried to concentrate.

"Pull out the big guns, huh?" She grinned. "I've wondered the same thing, over the years." She paused, bit her lip. "OK… there were a few reasons actually, if you can cope with me being emo for a minute?"

"What's new?"

"Har har." She rolled her eyes. "Uh… firstly, I suppose, you were that guy that liked everyone… I suppose I was kinda scared that I would be the only person you didn't like if you actually got to know me, so I never let you get to know me." She shrugged, her shoulders pressing against his jeans. "Morose, I know… but I wasn't exactly the most well adjusted kid."

She took a breath. "Umm, secondly, you only ever really paid attention to me if you were angry at me, or if you felt sorry for me, which really pissed me off. I suppose I wanted you to pay attention to me because you found me interesting, or something…" She took another breath, averting her eyes from his and smiling a little, "… and the only reason either of those mattered was because I had a massive crush on you."

Arnold snorted. "No you didn't."

"Uh, yeah I did." Her face was blushing a deep red. "You know how kids are, being mean to the person they like." She grinned. "I thought you were lovely… I mean, I wasn't wrong, you are… but I wasn't exactly emotionally equipped to deal with the ramifications of telling you straight up that I wanted to have your babies."

"You babble when you're embarrassed." Arnold laughed.

"And you stutter, don't be mean." She poked her bottom lip out.

"Alright, your turn." Arnold smiled at her, laughing inside his own head. He had always kind of suspected that she might have liked him - liked him. Now he knew.

"Did you ever make it with Lila?" Her grin was wicked. He laughed.

"Nope, not even close."

"What about with Ruth McDougal?"

He laughed harder at that one. "Jesus, I haven't thought about her in years…" He let his thumb stroke down her collarbone. She closed her eyes.

Shit.

"Your turn." She mumbled, her fingers were on his wrist.

"Uh…." He looked at her. "Did you ever succumb to peer pressure and, uh, groom your eyebrows?"

Her eyes snapped open. "Arnold!" she gasped. "You'd dare poke fun at my eyebrows? I'm wounded!"

"I… I'm sorry! I didn't think…"

She laughed. "Ha! PSYCHE!" She grinned. "Yeah, I clean them up a little." She stroked one with a finger. "But when I first moved to Florida, though, this big dumb jock, a guy by the name of Marcus Bredder, told me that I'd be hot if it wasn't for that gross monobrow. I vowed to never make them 'perfect'… don't want the Bredder's of the world finding me attractive." She beamed. "You can touch them, if you like."

The big stupid grin on her face was enough to make him laugh, but when she started trying to egg him on… "C'mon Shortman, It's OK… they're so soft and luxurious…" He totally cracked up.

"You're…" he gasped "you're such a weirdo."

She clambered to her knees, shifting round to kneel beside him. "You'll like it, I promise…" She was nudging her forehead into his chest, one hand on his shoulder, the other braced against the back of the sofa. "How can something so natural be so wrong?" she wailed, throwing her head back.

"Oh my god you freak!" He was laughing so hard his stomach started to hurt. "Fine, I'll give in to temptation… c'mere." He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugged her forward.

She froze, her eyes on his, a sly smiled on her face. "Go on… do it…" she whispered, making him snort with laughter.

Tentatively, he raised his other hand to her face. "I don't know… what if someone finds out?" He asked in a hushed voice.

Her mouth twitched, struggling to keep her composure. "I won't tell if you don't."

He ran his finger across her left eyebrow. He groaned dramatically. "I… I never knew…" He smirked.

"There's nothing like the first time." She grinned back at him, "You'll remember it forever." Her gaze darted from his eye to his mouth. She shifted a little, her lips parted. He tried to smile, suddenly terrified. She was so close. His hand was still around her waist, one good tug and she'd fall into him, her chest against his. He could just grab her… if he had the balls.

"Your turn." He tried to stop his voice from wavering.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

He nodded, dumbstruck.

"Are you going to?"

He shook his head. She sighed.

"But you want to?"

He nodded.

She leaned forward. He could feel her back arching as she moved towards him. He couldn't do anything, he didn't know what to think. More than anything, he wanted to kiss her… but then what?

She stopped, her mouth a hair's width from his, close enough to feel her breath on his lips. Involuntarily, his fingers gripped her waist. A thousand images flew into his head, a thousand questions. What would she taste like? Would she feel the same as he had imagined she would? Would she move the same?

"May I?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. He could feel her shaking slightly. He nodded.

She pressed her lips to his. Softly, briefly. A mere moment of pressure against him, and she pulled away.

"Your turn." She breathed, a tiny smile on her lips.
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