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Troubled Times	By : Silent Pluto Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 12921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Shit, I still can’t believe it!” Gerald yelled at the top of his lungs in the crowded fast food restaurant.
“Me neither!” Helga grumbled under her breath.
“What was that helga?” Arnold said wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.
“Nothing. I said me neither! Wow!” Helga said laughing nervously.
Helga, Arnold, Gerald, and phoebe were all inside a booth snacking away at “The Shack”. And apparently everyone that was at the game decided to follow the basketball players to “The Shack” to party. The owner was extremely excited to see so many young people in his restaurant didn’t seem to care if some of them shot spit wads at the cashier, and waitress. Business was booming. And Eugene was the star of the evening. Which was extremely rare.
“Oh Eugene! Were you nervous?” A blonde cheerleader asked him.
“Well, yeah! I mean, no not really. You have to understand the game you know?” Eugene said trying to play it cool while the spirit squad gushed over his every word.
“Oh wow! Your so deep!” Another commented.
“Gag me!” Helga said rolling her eyes, as she munched on some of Arnold’s nachos.
“Oh come on helga, it’s only fair Eugene gets some credit. I mean he did make the winning basket.” Arnold said watching helga eat his nachos.
“That’s true enough, it’s sorta unbelievable. This is Eugene we’re talking about. Now he’ll be like a school hero by tomorrow.” Gerald said slurping up his soda.
“Arnold you totally screwed over my schematics.” Phoebe said munching on a curly fry.
“What?” Arnold asked dumbfounded.
“Huh?” Gerald said.
“I-OUCH! Helga!” Phoebe shrieked, throwing a fry at her friend.
Helga had stomped on phoebe’s foot trying to keep her friend silent.
“Wait a minute. Phoebe how did I screw over your schematics? That doesn’t make sense.” Arnold asked.
“Don’t worry about her Arnold. Phoebe doesn’t make sense. I thought you knew that?” Helga said toying with Arnold’s hair trying to distract him from phoebe’s fumble.
Arnold lifted an questioning brow.
“Yeah right, helga. I heard her, something’s up!” Gerald said setting his soda down to glare at helga.
“What do you mean something’s up? Nothing is-”
“Helga.” Arnold said calmly.
“Oh come on, Arnold really-”
“Helga! Just tell us what you did! We already know you two were up to something.” Arnold said.
“*gasp* How dare you throw such accusations? We are not on trial here! I plead the fifth!” Helga said dramatically, turning away from Arnold .
Arnold rolled his eyes, knowing helga for her dramatics decided there was no use trying to get information out of her like this, she’ll go on and on like Shakespeare. ‘Geez, I swear she should try out for drama club. She’s a great thespian!’
“Ok phoebe what happened?” Arnold said turning to helga’s best friend, knowing she’ll cave in with Gerald around.
“We helped you guys win the game of course.” Phoebe said rubbing her leg under the table.
“Phoebe!” Helga swirled around to glare at her traitorous best-friend.
“Shut up helga! You kicked me!” Phoebe snapped. “And it hurt.”
“Oh great, tell the whole world why don’t cha?” Helga exasperated as he threw her hands up in the air.
“Really? How did you guys do that?” Gerald asked.
“At half-time helga grabbed the playbook, and I changed the plays. Mr. O’Donnell, didn’t seem to notice, apparently. That was the strange part.” Phoebe said tapping her chin.
“Judson is always making up new plays on us. Even at crucial times like tonight. Kind of nerve wrecking. But we’ve gotten used to it.” Arnold said.
“No wonder, he didn’t look at us suspiciously when helga came back and told him about Mr. Judson’s over-active bladder.” Phoebe said grinning triumphantly.
“Over-active bladder?” Arnold asked.
“Yeah, Helga took care of Judson while I fix the playbook. That was the plan. Wasn’t it helga?” Phoebe admitted smirking at her friend who was glaring at her with venom.
“Helga!” Arnold sighed. “What did you do to the coach?”
“Nothing!” Helga said innocently. “ Just a little something in his drink.”
“Ha! Ha! Helga you put ex-lax in his soda didn’t you? Damn you’re good! I couldn’t think of anything else that could get that man away from a game. Not even small pox could pull him away!” Gerald laughed.
“Gosh helga, you gave him ex-lax? But still that couldn’t have got him to leave and go home! How much did you put in there?” Arnold asked.
“Uh, I think I need to take my medication. You know doctor’s orders!” Helga said digging in her purse.
“Helga come on. He’s probably has diarrhea.” Arnold exasperated.
“Well, maybe he needed a good purge. Nobody wants an anal instructor.” Helga chuckled.
“Oh god never mind. Well, at least we got to the finals this year.” Arnold laughed giving up on trying to lecture helga’s actions.
“Exactly. But I still can’t believe you passed the ball to Eugene. What were you thinking?!” Helga snapped as she popped a pill in her mouth.
“Hey let me see that prescription bottle.” Arnold said taking the bottle from her hand before she could hide it from him.
“Well that is a good question why did he pass it to Eugene.” Phoebe asked.
“Typical Arnold. Still time I’m baffled also.” Gerald said.
“Well, cause he was the only person open for a clear shot. I was double teamed. And Gerald was nowhere near me.” Arnold said looking at the label on the front of the bottle.
“Hey how many have you already taken helga?”
“What a concept. In desperation you used the only alternative you have open to you.” Phoebe concluded.
“Well..yeah.” Arnold answered. “Helga!”
“What? I took all three for the day Arnold! Crimity! Get off my back football head!” Helga growled snatching the bottle back in annoyance.
“Well, your doctor said these are pretty strong aspirins.” Arnold explained.
“Yadda, yadda and I’ll become a basehead from over usage. Tell me something I don’t know.” Helga grumbled.
“I don’t think he said that.” Arnold teased.
“Shut up Arnold.” Helga said tossing one of phoebe’s fries at his head.
“You are soo lucky your arm is thrashed.” Arnold growled playfully, pulling helga across his lap.
“Hey! I don’t need a booster seat you know.” Helga breathed, blushing like a lunatic.
“Why not? I kind of like being your booster seat.” Arnold whispered in her ear, as he squeezed her butt.
“Arnold!” Helga whispered, trying to get his hands from his bum, but he started to nibble on her ears.
Not used to public displays of affection helga felt uncomfortable, and subtly pushed Arnold away. Arnold looked at helga confused, but removed his hand from her butt.
“Hey you two we’re still here you know!” Gerald snickered, trying to act annoyed.
An hour later the two couples decided to call it a night, Gerald and Phoebe were going off to phoebe’s house, since both her parent’s worked till Sunday both had the house to themselves. Neither helga nor Arnold wanted the details that Gerald was about to spring from his mouth. So both couples split ways and went off in different directions.
“You know helga, you didn’t have to do all that.” Arnold said as he walked in the direction of the night bus stop.
“Well, it’s not like I’m questioning you man-hood or something, but I guess I couldn’t stand back and watch you get your asses handed to you this year. That’s all.” Helga said lightly.
“Riiight. I didn’t know you were so noble helga. You have more team spirit than the spirit squad. Maybe you should try-out for cheerleading. Since you can’t do tae kwan do classes anymore.” Arnold teased.
“Ha, ha. Very funny. Who said I have team spirit? I did you guys a favor! You owe me! And screw cheerleading! I’d rather kiss herald!” Helga said, turning green by even the thought of it.
“Yuck! If that‘s how you feel maybe cheerleading isn‘t all THAT bad!” Arnold laughed as the bus stopped in front of them and they got on.
“Shut up football head!” Helga said walking to the back of the bus to sit, the bus was almost empty except for 3 other people in the front..
“I was only joking. But I don’t think I want your lips going anywhere except for here.” Arnold said sitting next to her.
“Where-”
Arnold cut off her words with his lips.
Feeling something like electricity jolt through their lips, both helga and Arnold pulled back from each other.
“Whoa.” Arnold grinned.
“What the fuck was that?” Helga whispered harshly.
“ I dunno. But I liked it.” Arnold said pulling her closer, for another kiss.
“Yeah me too.” Helga smiled resting her hand in his cheek as they locked lips once more.
Arnold wanting to taste more of helga, slowly nibbled on her bottom and teased her lips until she opened up to him.
Feeling his tongue tease and duel with her own made helga moan. Arnold pulled helga across his lap without any complaint from her, only a groan of excitement as she squirmed a bit.
“Helga, stop!” Arnold whispered into her lips.
“Hmmm, stop what?” Helga moaned turning her head sideways, and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
“Squirming. Stop - Hmmm.” Arnold moaned as helga’s butt rubbed against his erection. ‘Damn I wish she had worn a skirt today!’
Feeling her temperature rise, helga didn’t want to stop anything. And feeling Arnold’s hands massage her thighs and ass , and his cock bump her jean-claded rump didn’t ease her arousal.
‘Jesus, our first kiss was amazing, but now it’s really hot.’
“Gods, Arnold!” She breathed as she grabbed his hand, and guided it under the hem her jeans into her panties.
Arnold’s eyes snapped open to look down at helga, in awe. Her eyes were shut lost in the excitement. As his fingers brushed pass her warm curls , they met moisture, hot wetness, that seem to soak helga’s panties.
“Shit! Helga.” He breathed not wanting to leave her lips, as his finger dipped into her soppy cunt.
Helga back arched as she broke their kiss. Not wanting her to attract any unwanted attention to them, Arnold grabbed the back of her head with the other hand, and sealed their lips back together
“Oh god” helga breathed into his lips. “Don’t stop, Arnold, don’t stop!”
Arnold’s cock twitched at helga’s heated words. He moaned into her lips as her hips started to move in sync with his fingers, rubbing his erection very nicely.
Then something made him stop. Arnold looked up and noticed their stop was coming up. Fast!
“Shit!” He gasped, pulling on the rope to request a stop.
“Huh?” Helga asked foggily, wondering why he stop what he was doing.
“We were about to miss our stop.” Arnold grinned. “Come on.”
“Aww damn it!” Helga growled, as she disentangled herself from Arnold’s embrace.
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