A/N: Ok, so I haven't been writing anything for a while and I kind of want to get back in it. But I'm having an issue writing anything because I think everything sounds bad that I write. So I figure that I will post this whether it is bad or not and everyone can tell me if it's good. I have a couple of Hey Arnold! fics on my mind so here goes, I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: Hey Arnold! does not belong to me and I am not making any money from this.
When Helga moved away from Hillwood the summer before fifth grade, she thought that her life was over. Big Bob expanded his beeper emporium, which now consisted of cell phones and GPS devices as well, to California and made a lot more money than he had in Hillwood. It took a while before she was able to stop moping and decided to make the best of her newfound situation, and Helga realized that it wasn't all that bad.
The rest of elementary school passed, along with junior high and high school finding Helga with friends and the best grades in her graduating class and a full scholarship to NYU to become a child therapist. Her love for writing hadn't stopped but she was still wary of too many people reading her work, plus she remembered Dr. Bliss and how she had helped her. So Helga moved into her new dorm room and met her roommate who had more interest in boys than school.
Helga had dated a few times, and even had a long term relationship that started at the end of eighth grade and was great until they ended it at the beginning of tenth grade after they had given each other their virginity and both decided to call it quits. Since then, she had had a few one night stands and fewer relationships. Helga had also not allowed her mind to think back to when she was a kid with an obsessive crush, which is what she called it now, because it obviously could have been love at that age; no matter how real it had felt at the time.
Her first semester of college went by fast and almost too easy for her, considering Helga had been reading every book on becoming a therapist since the middle of seventh grade and reading up on child therapy since the beginning of ninth grade. She was packing up to head home when her roommate burst in their room yelling, "Helga! There is a party going on in my boyfriend's frat house tonight. It's the last party of the semester, and you haven't come with me to any other parties so you have to come to this one. I won't take no for an answer this time!"
Helga looked at her roommate who was looking at her sternly and pleadingly at the same time. She sighed, "Fine I guess I can go to one party. But I want to wear that pink top you just bought."
Her roommate looked puzzled for just a moment, after all she went shopping a lot, and then went over to her closet and rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a pink, low cut and long sleeved buttoned blouse. "This one?" She looked over at Helga who nodded and caught it when it had been thrown at her. Helga changed into some black jeans and pulled on her black flats and was ready to go.
The party was loud and every time she turned around there was another guy who had a new drink for her. With all of the mixed alcohol in her system, Helga wasn't all that surprised when she woke up the next morning to find that she couldn't remember much of the night before. Rolling over, again she was unsurprised to see a guy beside her, and from the small ache between her legs she knew what had happened. What did surprise her was that the guy beside her was blonde. To avoid memories of when she was younger, she never dated or got with a blonde guy, it was her unspoken rule. She had never broken it before in the past even when she was completely drunk like last night. The guy shifted in his sleep and Helga suddenly found herself freezing when she realized that he had an odd shaped head.
"No," Helga said quietly to herself as she reached out hesitantly with a shaking hand to move his blonde locks off of his face to get a better look. She was out of the bed snatching her clothes up off the floor and pulling them on as she shook violently realizing who she had slept with. "This cannot be happening to me," she was mumbling to herself and looking around for her shoes when movement on the bed and a soft voice made her freeze again.
"Hey Helga." Arnold's voice, deeper and more masculine than Helga every remembered it before sent a shiver down her spine as she slowly turned to look at the boy lying in bed and looking at her with a sleepy smile on his face. The smile turned to a look of concern as he took in her facial expression, "are you alright? You look like…." His voice trailed off as a thought had occurred to him. "You don't remember what happened last night."
For just a moment, she contemplated not answering him. She pictured picking up her shoes, that she still couldn't find, and walking out. But as she looked at him, feelings that she hadn't felt in a long time were poring over her. "I- I uh, I don't remember what happened last night. I know we had sex but that's about it." She watched his face fall for a moment before he looked a little fearful and looked up at her.
"You do remember me though right?" He looked hopeful although she couldn't fathom why that was. She nodded her head slowly and watched as he looked relieved. "Helga," he started "I have missed you so much! I had no idea that I would find you at a party in the frat house that I lived in. I know meeting up like this must seem pretty weird but I guess we were both pretty drunk last night and I know that you probably haven't thought about me in years but I want you to know that I haven't forgotten about you. And I also wanted to stay that I don't usually sleep with random girls either, I'm not even sure how this happened really but," Arnold take a small breath and looked up, locking his eyes with hers, wearing that determined look that she used to swoon over (because she definitely wasn't swooning now), "I do not regret it happening. In fact, if you'd like, I would love to take you out!"
Helga watched him look at her hopefully again and knew that she would have to say something. After a deep breath and another small hesitation she said, "I guess if you want to take me out you can, next semester of course. I mean you're going back to Hillwood and I'm on my way to California for two weeks. So I'm not letting you take me out now and then forget about me over the holidays. Criminy Football Head, who exactly do you think I am?"
Looking back over at Arnold, she found him beaming at her. She arched one side of her unibrow that she still hadn't gotten rid of at him and was about to ask what he was smiling about when she felt herself being pulled back onto the bed. Arnold, with the sheet still wrapped around his naked waist pressed himself flush against Helga with that smile still on his face as he laughed softly. "You have no idea how much I've missed hearing you say that that." Helga smiled softly at him as he leaned in and sealed their lips together.
Wrapping her arms around Arnold's neck and pulling him closer as she kissed him back, she found herself pleased to note that she has missed saying it.
A/N: Once again, I hope you enjoyed this story! It's short and I think cute but you can let me know if you hated it, loved it, liked it or had no feelings over it at all.