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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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Relations~~~~

*Ring! Ring! Ring!*
“Huh?!” Helga said, bolting up in her bed Saturday morning.
*Ring! Ring! Ring!*
“What the?! Who the hell could be calling me on a Saturday morning?!” Helga wailed, ready to pull her hair out from the roots.
“Maybe it’s Arnold!”
Remembering their walk to her home last night made helga blush, after rushing off of the bus, both helga and Arnold felt awkward towards each other. Both not wanting to say something wrong to start and argument, yet both were excited from what happened on the bus.
So helga couldn’t stand the silence anymore, and decided to broke the ice.
“Why are you walking me home? You live blocks up that way!” Helga said pointing in the opposite direction of where they were going.
“I should’ve walked you home.”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here. Besides I asked you out. So I get to walk you home.” Arnold smirked, wrapping his arms around here waist.
“Really, I didn’t know gentlemen carried their date’s purses.” Helga teased, smiling up at him, lifting an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Well, not really a date’s purse. But a girlfriends purse maybe.” Arnold grinned, remembering he carried his gym bag and helga’s purse on his right shoulder.
“Oh, I see. So when I ask you out, I get to walk you home right?” Helga grinned wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Ok seriously who’s wearing the pants in this relationship anyway?” Arnold asked raising one eyebrow.
Looking down at their clothes helga sneered.
“Well me of course! What a stupid question.” Helga laughed.
Arnold just rolled his eye’s.
“Hey, are your parent’s home?” Arnold asked as they stopped in front of her house.
“Well, maybe, I’m not sure, Miriam’s taken up bingo. And god only knows what my dad is doing with his off-time.” Helga said absently stroking her bandaged left arm. For it itched slightly.
“Why don’t your parent’s try to do something together?” Arnold asked trying to peep through the mirror, noticing the light in the living room was on.
“They do.” Helga said defensively.
“And what’s that?” Arnold asked turning to helga.
“Well, they eat breakfast together on Fridays, and Sundays. Oh! And sometimes on Wednesday!” Helga smiled openly.
Arnold frowned at her.
“What?” Helga shrugged. “Have tea? I don’t know! Shessh. I’m not psychic or anything. Hey! Maybe I can have dinner at your house!” she smiled, trying to change the subject.
“Uh.. I dunno helga.” Arnold said nervously scratching the back of his head.
“Why not? You have rats?” she asked stepping closer to him.
“No.” he answered.
“Roaches?”
“No.”
“Termites?”
“No! We don’t have rats, roaches or termites in the boarding house, helga!” Arnold exasperated.
“Then why don’t you want me to have dinner at your house?” Helga asked pouting.
“Well, I…um..”
“Are you ashamed of me Arnold?” Helga said with a quivering voice.
“No! No! I never said that! I like you , helga, a lot! I like you a lot!” Arnold said resting his hands on helga’s shoulders. Trying to reassure her of his feelings
‘maybe even more than I want to admit!’ he thought.
“It’s just that my house, has a lot of people living there. It’s always hectic. And my grandparents, well, they get over-excited when company comes over.” Arnold said carefully choosing his words.
“*snort* Well that I believe!” Helga laughed. “But I don’t mind. Their hilarious to be around! I mean you can never really be bored there.”
“Of course you can’t! Especially when my grandmother tries to operate heavy machinery.” Arnold joked.
“Wasn’t she the one that slammed the wrecking ball in the side of the house?” Helga asked remembering when that happened 2 years ago. It was months before the house was completely repaired, and Arnold had to stay with Gerald the whole time.
“Yup! She was under house arrest for 3 months!” Arnold sighed.
Helga laughed. Seeing helga’s face light up made Arnold smile, even though the whole situation wasn’t something he ever laughed about. His grandmother drank some Tequila that night, and very got drunk and started mixing other drinks. And the rest is history.
“Whoa, it’s late.” Helga said looking at cell phone clock.
“It’s only a little after 10.” Arnold said not wanting the night to end so soon.
“Yeah, but I actually have a curfew. Plus, I’m a little tired.” Helga said, about to turn to her house.
“Wait!” Arnold said pulling her back.
“What? Oh yeah! Thank you for a wonderful evening!” Helga said plastering a fake smile.
“Yeah, whatever. What kind of thank you was that anyway?” Arnold teased. “What about this?” He whispered pulling her body firmly against his body and tilting up her chin with his finger.
“Oh yeah.” Helga grinned before he captured her lips again for the evening.
Turning his head aslant Arnold let his hands roam her body. Letting his tongue dominate her own, helga moaned as she closed her eyes and grabbed Arnold’s wild hair with her hand. And gasped when she felt his cold fingers tickle her stomach.
“Arnold, stop!” She giggled, and nipped his bottom lip.
“Mmm.” Arnold moaned as his hands moved up to under her shirt to her bra. Loving how plump they were he gently squeezed them. Earning a moan from her lips. Helga gasped into his lips as she felt his fingers rub her sensitive nipples. Loving the feel of her warm flesh under his hands, Arnold searched for the clasp of her bra.
“It’s in the front.” Helga breathed, before devouring his mouth.
Having a hard time concentrating on unclasping the irritating bra and helga’s passionate kisses, Arnold growled in frustration. Noticing this, helga was about to guide Arnold’s hand with her own when she heard the front door to her house open. Hurriedly, Helga pushed Arnold’s hand out from under her shirt. Apparently, he didn’t hear the front door open, cause he whined against her lips.
‘It’s one thing to get caught kissing a guy, but it’s another to get caught with his hands under your shirt!’ Helga confirmed to herself.
“Helga?” She heard her father growl.
Hearing Mr. Pataki’s voice made Arnold pull away from helga lips.
“Hi, dad.” Helga smiled.
“Good evening, Mr. Pataki.” Arnold said nervously, clearing his throat.
“Yeah, whatever. Helga, get in here and say goodnight! It’s not summer yet, you know!” Big Bob Pataki, grouched.
“Bob! Leave those kids alone, and get in back here!” Miriam said coming up behind her husband
“But, Miriam! Just look at them!” Bob growled.
“I can’t believe you! Stop spying on them already!” Miriam said pulling her husband inside the house.
“What’s wrong with spying on two teenagers? Especially when one of them is my daughter?” Mr. Pataki said challenging his wife.
“It’s makes you look like a pedophile! And extremely over protective! Now get in here, I need to speak with you.” Miriam said pushing bob back into the house.
“I’m sorry kids, Bob’s a bit antsy because of helga’s injuries, he’ll be fine after he gets a drink.” was all she remarked before she shut the door.
“Uh..I guess I should get going now.” Arnold said, turning to helga and giving her a peck on the lips.
Back to the present:
*Ring!* Ring!* Ring*-Click (answering machine) “Helga! It’s me phoebe, I really need to talk to you, about something. Call me back!”
“Oh well. It wasn’t Arnold.” Helga said looking at the clock on her nightstand. It said 9:30 a.m.
“*snort* Yeah right, like I’m going to call you now.” Helga mumbled before pulling the blanket up over her body and laid back down to sleep.
Then she heard her cell phone sing, “Vanilla Ice, Ice Baby!”
“Damn it! Phoebe!” Helga screeched, as she sat up and picked up her cell-phone off it’s charger.
“Hello!!” She growled.
“Wow, didn’t know you were so grouchy in the morning.” Arnold said on the other line.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry Arnold. I thought you were phoebe calling me again.” She winced.
“Don’t worry, apology accepted.” he chuckled.
“Well, at least that’s over with.” She sighed as she sunk back onto her pillows. “So what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just felt like calling you.” He said.
“Arnold. It’s 9:30 in the morning.” Helga growled.
“Aww did I wake you up?” He teased.
“Well, no. Phoebe did that a minute ago.” she said rolling her eyes.
“Oh. I was wondering.” Arnold said.
“Wondering what?”
“What are you wearing right now?” He asked huskily over the phone.
Helga flushed.
“What are YOU wearing?” she countered.
“No fair, I asked first!” He protested.
“Well, fine! I’m not wearing anything!” she lied.
There was a silence over the phone.
“Arnold?” she asked.
“I’m here! You’re so bad a lying. But right now it’s ok.” he groaned out the end.
“Don’t tell me your sporting a morning woody Arnold.” Helga whispered, grinning to herself.
“Ok I won’t tell you.” He chuckled.
“Oh my god! You so screwed up my image of you!” She laughed jokedly as she made her way to the bathroom.
“Well, I’m not a monk or something!” Arnold laughed.
“Thank god!” she laughed. “I can’t believe you called me because of that.”
“Well, I’m all hard because of you, you know.” he growled.
“Arnold!” she gasped.
“What? I was just telling you how I feel. We’re supposed to communicate right? So we tell each other these things.” he explained.
“Ok, you know what? I have to go.” Helga said closing the bathroom door.
“But why? I was just getting started.” he protested.
“Good bye football head.” she snickered. As she clicked off the phone. “What a freak!”
‘But he’s my freak now! Yum! All hard and worked up just for me! I could just die! Maybe I’ll surprise him! Yeah! I’ll go over to his house!’ she thought giddily to herself.
After doing her morning routine helga examined her breast once again. Feeling mediocre. But less disappointed as she was yesterday.
“Arnold didn’t complain. From the way he was fondling them he seemed very happy!“ Helga grinned at her reflection. Feeling much more elated she put on her robe and left the steamy bathroom. As she opened the door to her bedroom she saw her dark-haired best-friend sitting, on her chair. Apparently waiting for her.
“Phoebe?” she breathed as she closed the door behind her. “What are you doing here?”
“Helga, I really need to talk to you.” Phoebe said nervously, shaking helga’s eight ball franticly trying to read her future.
TBC:
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So, tell me how you liked it so far? Do you completely hate it? Is it exceptional? Tell me! I’m all ears! And tune in to see what’s on phoebe mind!
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