Helga And Arnold…

  Together again. This time, everyone attended this wild party. Everyone's drinking…getting high. You know, those usual big parties. Helga and Arnold are juniors in High School. I don't know why I chose for them to be juniors and not seniors. Well, then…HELGA GETS PREGNANT!! By WHO?! 3 guesses…Hahaha. You'll probably get it in one. But anyway, on with the show! How does the father react to such news? Will he even help? Is he emotionally capable of having a baby?

Chapter One: The Day After

"Man, Phebes, I have this huge headache," mumbled Helga over the phone. She put her hand on her face.

"You must've had a lot to drink last night, huh?" She asked.

"You don't even know the half of it." Helga shook her head. Everything was so blurry to her. She remembered a lot of beer, lots of people. Lots of throwing up. And then she must've blacked out because she didn't remember anything for the rest of the night until the host of the party (Rhonda) made her wake up and shoved her out. Or something…Rhonda's parents were out of town, and she wanted to make everyone have a fun time because they were just juniors.

"It was worse?"

"Everyone was so wild…it was crazy. Hectic. Hell, I don't even know how I got home."

"Seems like I made the right choice to stay home yesterday."

"You don't know how lucky you are. I don't know how many times I threw up this morning," she moaned. "Hang overs are so not fun."

Phoebe chuckled. "What did you do most of the time there? Besides drink?"

"Well, I think there were a lot of people making out…everyone was practically. I think. It's just an hour into the party, and I forgot everything."

"Did you really get that drunk? Can't you try to remember a little?"

Helga squinted and tried to think back. "I remember this guy…I only remember yellow…on the top."

"Very interesting."

"Yeah…I spent the whole night with him, I think."

"Well, Helga, I've got to go. Gerald wants to see me in an hour. Bye!" said Phoebe quickly.

"Bye, Phebes." She hung up the phone.

The only real thing she could remember from the party was that she was indeed making out with one guy…. but then…after that, it was hard for her to remember exactly what happened. She remembered some sleeping…and the whole night spent with a guy. The only thing she had from him was this blue shirt she ended up waking up with this morning.

Well, it didn't matter. Everyone was doing it. If she didn't…with that guy, they would be different. Besides, seniors were there too. And if you wanted to be in you had to do what everyone else did. Right?!

Helga hurled in the trashcan again. She still felt awful. Not really good enough to get out of bed. Not really good enough to take her temperature.

As far as she was concerned…

She wouldn't drink another drop of beer or vodka…

For the rest of her life.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and forced herself to go to sleep.

***

The telephone rang in the boarding house. Grandpa picked it up. "Hello? Just a sec." He put his hand over the receiver. "Arnold!" He called out. "Your friend is on the phone."

Arnold woke up as the sun hit his face and groaned. "What time is it?" He mumbled to himself. He glanced at his clock. It was noon. "Ugh…" he groaned. He felt just as awful as Helga did.

"ARNOLD!" Grandpa shouted.

"Okay, Grandpa," he replied as he stumbled to his phone. "Hello?"

"Hey man, it's Gerald. 'Sup?"

"Nothing really," Arnold yawned.

"You sound beat."

"Yeah. The party was a killer. I spent the whole night puking once I got home."

"Damn, that must suck. I guess that's a good reason for me to have not gone to the party."

"You don't know how lucky you are to be feeling good today."

"How were the girls?" Gerald wondered aloud.

"Good – I think I spent some time with this one girl. She was pretty cool. Too bad I don't remember who she is."

Gerald chuckled. "You guys spent the whole night with each other? Did you guys…"

"I don't know. Everything's too screwed up."

Gerald chuckled some more. "Well, I just wanted to check up on ya. You know. To see if you remember anything from the party."

"Tough luck."

"Anyway I gotta go now. I'm meeting Phoebe real soon. Catch ya later. And try to stop puking." He hung up.

Arnold groaned and hung up too. Who ever knew going to High School parties would be so painful?

He fell asleep with the clothes he wore last night. All on backwards. He looked at his foot and saw a pink sock. "Hm…" he mumbled. He could remember something about the pink sock. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Hey Arnold," said Grandpa, knocking on his door.

"Come in Grandpa," said Arnold, taking a seat on his bed.

Grandpa walked in and laughed. "Had a long night, didn't you, short man? And…where's your shirt?"

 "It was a wild party," he said pulling his hand through his hair.

"Ah, I remember back in the days when I went to parties like that." He sighed. "Any nice girls?"

"Yeah. There was this one girl…I really hit it off with."

"Who was she?"

"I don't really remember. She's kind of a mystery girl. You know?"

Grandpa winked. "I remember those party days," he sighed again. "Fun…" He chuckled. "W-w-w-ait… Arnold, you didn't…"

"Grandpa!" Said Arnold sternly. He wasn't even sure if he DID or not.

"Haha, Just kidding, Arnold…Just kidding!" Grandpa said. "I'll just go and leave you alone." He patted Arnold's back. "Go back to sleep. I'll save you some lunch." He grinned and walked out of his room.

Arnold groaned and fell back on his bed. Life could not possibly be so hard. He began to reminisce about that night. Trying to remember what had happened…

***

"That was the wildest party ever," said Harold during lunch. "I never knew ANYONE could've gone out of the party alive."

"I know I wasn't alive when I woke up," said Rhonda. "There was so much crap on the ground. It was really messed up. And my mom's porcelain vase smashed…it cost $1000! Or even more. And SOMEONE JACKED ONE OF MY DAD'S ROLEXS!" She complained.

"That really sucks," said Harold.

"You're telling me."

"Rhonda, that was a wild party," said Helga walking up to her.

Rhonda shook her head and looked down. "It was so disgusting. Puke everywhere…and all these clothes on the floor. Ugh."

"Yeah – everyone was kind of getting…uh…"

"Frisky?" Sid asked.

"Yeah, Sid." Helga said sarcastically. She laughed. "But really. I don't think anyone left Rhonda's house without getting either drunk, or laid."

"I think that was the best part of the whole party," said Sid.

Helga shook her head. "Do you even REMEMBER anything about the party?"

"Sure – I – Okay. Fine. I don't. SUE ME OKAY?!"

"No one really remembered what happened," said Arnold, walking in on their conversation with Gerald and Phoebe. "I think everyone who didn't go was lucky they didn't experience being hung over."

"You're right, Arnold," said Helga. "And may I remind you – being hung over feels bad."

Well, I can't say that Helga and Arnold are exactly the best of friends – but they're still like usual. But Helga's temper is a little better…and she's got the looks. With her hair a nice golden blonde, and her eyes big and skin so peachy and soft. Arnold didn't look too bad himself. He had developed muscles and had a growth-spurt. Any girl would love to be with him.

"So did any of you guys get in trouble?" Gerald asked.

"Nah, Grandpa didn't care," said Arnold.

"Miriam was already hung over herself…and Big Bob pulled an all-nighter at the store."

"My parents scolded me forever. And then I had to go to Rabbi Goldberg…and it was just pain and suffering. I'm grounded for a month," said Harold. "And I'm sentenced to community service every Saturday."

"Ouch," they all said together.

"Get this: If I don't clean every inch of my house by the time my parents get home tomorrow…I'm going to be living without any make up for a month!" Rhonda wailed.

"Oh…Gee, Rhonda. That sucks," said Helga sarcastically. "Eugh, is it just me, or are you guys also experiencing stomach pains?"

Harold rubbed his stomach. "Nah, I feel fine."

"Maybe you had too much of that filet minion," said Arnold. "I know that that stuff is weird…"

"I had some of everything. And I'm fine," said Harold.

"I know, Harold," said Helga.

"Or maybe you're just still tired from the party," said Phoebe. "I've read that your stomach can stay agitated for a couple of days after being hung over."

Helga sighed.

"Don't worry, Helga. We'll all probably be experiencing that sooner or later," said Arnold, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't feel left out." He winked.

Helga took his hand off her shoulder. "Try not to touch," she said. How she wanted him to touch her…but she still had to keep herself sane.

"Hey, do any of you guys remember who you slept with at the party?" Arnold asked out of the blue.

"Eh…it's all a big blur," said Harold. "I'm pretty sure I stayed with Patty the whole time though."

"Don't even remind me about the sex. There are condoms everywhere."

The bell rang.

Arnold and Helga walked together to class. "What about you, Helga? Do you remember?"

Helga glanced at Arnold. "No, not really. Do you?"

"Nah. Not at all…All the evidence I have is this sock." He explained. "I accidentally wore it instead of mine. So you see…"

"Yeah. I even have a shirt from the guy. But anyway, I never would've known you would fall into peer pressure like how you did, Arnoldo."

"Well, everyone does. Once in a while." He shrugged. "Right?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

***

"Today class, we're going to be talking about reproduction in the human body!" The teacher said, trying to make it sound as science-y as possible.

The guys chuckled lightly and most of the girls blushed. Helga just sat there, laughing along with the guys.

"This is no laughing matter!" She demanded. "I'm going to show you all a slide-show right now. Just to get an idea…" She turned off the lights and turned on the projector.

"Now, these are what happens during the 40 weeks of pregnancy." She showed them slides, as she expected the class to take notes.

Arnold sat next to Helga and wrote her a note.

Hey Helga…
 This is fun, isn't it?

He passed it to Helga, who sat right next to him. She smiled and wrote back.

Oh yeah, Arnoldo…
Thrill of a lifetime. Are you still alive there?

Barely, he wrote, this stuff is nasty.

You're telling me. And I'll have one of those growing in me one day!!!

Hopefully later than sooner. It looks too…too…what's that word?

Gruesome?

That's for sure. They both laughed.

"Ms Pataki, Mr Arnold…is there something funny about this?" Her right eyebrow arched.

"No, ma'am." They said together.

"Good. No more noises out of you two for the rest of class. Or else."

The bell rang. "Tomorrow, class, we'll be talking about symptoms…and labor."

Once Helga and Arnold stepped out of the room, they let out their breaths. "Man, that was just wrong…I hope I never see that again," said Helga.

"Definitely. I just don't like the idea of our teacher telling us about…sex…and stuff." He shivered.

"So when you get married, what'll you name your kid?" Helga asked.

"Actually, I don't know. I want it to be one of those spur of the moment kind of things."

"Well, my next class is across the school. I'll see you when I see you, Football head," said Helga.

"Nice chatting with you, Helga." He smiled.

A/N: I know, I know…it's all really predictable!!! I'm SOOOORRRRRRYYY…but I just couldn't make it subtle..and all secretive. But, hey, this time I promise no one dies…and I promise that it'll be a good read!