Hey Arnold! Living with Helga

AN: Thanks for reading! You will notice that all the song lyrics have been taken out of previous chapters, and the story has been edited for easier reading. By the way, this chapter is rated Teen if you were wondering. It's also kind of fun, reading back, knowing that Arnold had a spell on him the whole story. It should all tie together perfectly.

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The J.A.M.: Lol, yes, it is. Thanks for the review.
Kryten: Yes, I love keeping my readers on their toes; it's a talent. Thanks for the review.
Nairobi-Harper: Wow, thank you! And thanks for the review.
Em Pataki: I did read that story, and I would say your theory is correct. At that point in my story, Helga was beginning to lose faith. Yes, everyone is going to start asking Arnold for more advice in this chapter, but I only lightly touched on it. Thanks for the review.
PlayOutInTheRain: Thanks, you too, and thanks for the review.
Thatamosgirl: I enjoyed writing that scene, but it took a lot of time to put together. Thanks for the review.
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Smooth Pancakes: Yeah, and just think, I almost ended the chapter halfway through. And yes, it's understandable why Helga would have trouble believing Arnold loves her. I was planning on Gerald and Phoebe getting back together the whole story, and that dance scene was one of the best bits of role-playing I'd ever done with somebody. It was hysterical to write, yet hot at the same time. Thanks for all your reviews.
Eveythingicecream: In some ways, I should, but it's not happening. I'm kind of tempted to take the end of chapter eleven out, too. Thanks for the review.
Kazakhpotato: Aww, thank you! This is the last chapter, but I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Thanks for the review.
CoolGirl_Pataki: Hey! I'm pleased with the results of Arnold and his parents' relationship. I've never seen Inuyasha, but I'll watch it sometime and see what you're talking about. I was dying to write the confession scene, and that dance scene was fun to write. This isn't the end of the talk about addictions even though it's the completion of the spell Helga put on Arnold. Thanks for the review.
Forever Rogue: Gerald will still need to make a lot of progress with Phoebe, but I'm happy with their conclusion. They are eleven/twelve years old after all. It frustrated me interrupting that confessions scene and the dance was crazy to write. Glad you enjoyed the chapter, and thanks for the review.
The Wasp1995: I responded to you in a PM, but I still want to thank you here for your reviews to this story. I enjoy reading them. Hopefully the ending is exactly what you're looking for. It should answer any additional questions you have. Can't wait to see how Rhonda's party plays out in your story!

Chapter 22: Arnold The Psychologist

Sunday, June 19th: Afternoon…

Arnold's Room, 6 PM…

Helga was lying on her right side on Arnold's bed, reading a jug-head magazine when Arnold walked in from taking a shower. He had his regular clothes back on, and his hair was hanging down with a towel sitting over both of his shoulders. They hadn't said much to each other that day, but knew they needed to go to bed soon, and face what happened between them.

Helga sat up from his bed and looked his sultry body over. She couldn't help but shiver in want as she remembered what his hands did to her that night, and then she swallowed the lump in her throat before she whispered to him, "Did… did you just take a cold shower?" She was hoping she wasn't the only one that was feeling the temperature rise around them again.

He nodded embarrassingly as he walked in front of her, before saying, "Helga, what happened last night," he took a deep breath, "it was something. I mean, it was wrong but in all the right ways—"

"—And let me guess, Bucko." She stood up and narrowed her eyes at him, "We're going to pretend that didn't happen, either, aren't we? This just in, Arnold-o. You were the one that started touching me on the dance floor and wanted to dance the lambada, not me! And don't even think about blaming your eagerness on that stupid spell because it's not going to work. You were sexually frustrated after the spell was broken! Doi!"

He sighed as he grabbed both of her warm hands with his and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Just looking at her was causing his heart to skip beats, and his body to feel tense, and he didn't have a spell he could blame it on. He admitted to her with embarrassment, "About that. I've been a bit more, well, frustrated. My hormones have been going crazy since last night. I mean, I haven't been able to focus on anything else—"

"—Whoa-boy, you're not the only one." She let go of his hands to fan her face with her hands. "I'm so hot right now I'm practically soaked! What did you do to me last night, Bucko? Now I'm the one who's sex crazed!"

He blushed as he rubbed his neck and turned away, "I guess I got kind of, uh… carried away?"

She blushed as well as she mumbled back, "Yeah, that's one way of putting it."

Arnold took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts and his body down. The tension between them wasn't helping anything, especially with them still living together and sharing a bedroom. He forced down his hormones before saying to her, "Listen, I don't want to fight about this, and I don't want things to be awkward between us, either. We've been getting along great lately, and I don't want to ruin it, all because of our hormones. I don't think either of us should let what happened back there affect us." He held out his left hand to gesture towards the outside, "We both went a little overboard, sure, and it was a bit hands-on and unplanned, but—"

"Save your sermon, Football Head." She took a breath, now trying to calm her mind down, "What's done is done, but I'm not the one trying to change myself or the sexual feelings I have. The real question is: what are you going to do about what we've done? How are you going to face the other seventh graders in a couple months while you're solving their problems? And is this your relapse or did this really happen between us in front of everybody?" She crossed her arms, tapped her left foot, and waited impatiently for his "do-goodie" answer or any excuses he had. She asked him a trick question and she knew it. If he said it didn't happen, that meant everything that happened that night didn't mean anything to him, including his feelings for her... but if he said it did happen, wouldn't that mean he "fell off the wagon" again? And wouldn't that mean she was a mistake for him, and that he didn't solve his own problems after all?

He looked into her weak and tired eyes, not knowing how to answer such a tender question. Instead of answering with words, he moved closer to her and brought his hands down her thin arms until they reached her hands. He squeezed them gently as he looked into her surprised eyes. He raised his left hand to tilt down her chin and leaned close as he kissed her gently. He licked her lips passionately as she slowly opened her mouth to him. His French kiss was passionate, but not lustful. It was full of tenderness and unconditional love.

Something was different to Helga. For a moment, she kissed him back with as much passion as he was kissing her, before realizing that he didn't explain anything to her. Suddenly, she pushed him away as she used to do in the past, and asked him harshly, "What gives? What the heck was that for? I asked you for words, not actions. Why are you constantly kissing me instead of talking?! Why haven't you learned to say what you feel?!"

He tried to explain with words, "Babe, calm down. You need to learn that sometimes actions speak louder than words. 'I love you' isn't enough to convey my feelings for you, and words can't explain how much I don't want to take back anything that's happened between us, even the bad. You're my world, and you always will be."

She swallowed in nervousness as she asked softly, "You… don't want to take back anything? Even all the times we were sneaking around, trying not to get caught?"

He explained, "Of course not. It's a learning experience, and life isn't a destination, it's a journey. A journey each of us must walk along every-day and try to 'do the right thing'." He pondered a moment. "The goal isn't to get rid of all the problems and addictions in the world. Maybe helping others eliminate their shortcomings is hindering them. The goal should be to walk with them in their journeys and help them to help others. We're all going to backslide sometimes in life, but isn't that normal? Life's a journey to be a better person than we were yesterday."

She was silent a moment as she thought about her many mistakes in the past, before asking softly, "Do you really believe that? I mean, all my past tongue-lashings toward our class isn't meaningless, even your own mistakes have a purpose?"

He put his right arm around her shoulders and walked her over to his window, to the outside world, "One day you might be able to use what you've learned to help somebody else, just like my mom helped you through the pain from her past experiences with abuse. I'm already helping multiple people with a variety of different addictions. I think a lot of people were afraid to come forward about more serious problems until they realized I had them, too. It took me awhile to bring my old self back, you know, the Arnold that feels responsible enough to help others, but after learning from my own problems, I was able to put my past failures behind me and do what I did before, help others with their problems." As they both watched the different people walking around to various places outside, he said to her firmly, "Don't ever let your past bullying or problems with your aggression cause you to give up on yourself. One day, you're going to be thankful you've been through the struggle."

Before she could think of a reply to his incredible speech, there was a knock on the bedroom door. The two preteens turned around and glanced in curiosity at it, wondering who it was.

Stella walked in and over to the two preteens, holding out a cordless phone with urgency. She looked a bit concerned, "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I think this is important. Helga, there's someone on the phone for you."

Helga looked at Arnold before she grabbed the phone from Mrs. Shortman, "Thanks, Mrs. Shortman. Well, guess I'm going downstairs to talk to Phoebs."

After Helga walked out, Arnold noticed his mom's worried gaze, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Stella sat down on his bed, putting her head in her arms, trying not to be upset. As Arnold sat down on her left with a curious look, she looked up in his eyes again, and started to explain, "Helga's mother is on the phone. If she's doing worse, it could be difficult for Helga, but if she's doing better, it may be difficult for all of us."

"What do you mean?" Arnold was silent a moment before he blinked in realization, thinking about Helga's living situation. Would she really leave him if given the opportunity?

No...

Downstairs…

Helga sat down on the couch downstairs before answering, "What's up, Phoebs? How are you and Gerald? Any more trouble getting him to give in to you?"

Miriam sighed on the other line, sitting on her own living room couch. She was nervous about bringing everything up to her youngest daughter, but she knew she had to, "Helga, it's not Phoebe, it's your mom, Miriam."

Helga gasped. She just about dropped the phone in shock, "Miriam?!" Once she caught her breath, she exclaimed, "I didn't even know you were still alive! I mean, I thought you were in one of those treatment homes?!"

Miriam admitted, "I got kicked out. I had to get real help for my addiction and move on past my last relationship before getting in touch with you. I didn't have another choice if I wanted to stop drinking."

Helga was curious and brought the phone closer to her ear. She whispered hesitantly, "Where are you now, Mom? Are you living with Olga? Are you back with Big Bob? I need to know everything!"

Miriam said sternly, "Honey, your father is gone from our lives, and probably always will be. I am not going back into an abusive relationship with him, and I'm not putting you or your sister through that emotional abuse again. Right now, I'm living in my own apartment."

Helga paused a moment before saying, "I—really? You're living in an apartment? Wait a minute, does that mean you have income? You're actually working again?!" She never thought she'd see the day!

Miriam explained, "I am the manager at Mrs. Vitello's flower shop. Mrs. Vitello retired and left her business to me. I work a lot these days with order arrangements and flower designs. I'm hardly ever home. It's become my life, my reason for existing. My other reason, Sweetie, is you."

Helga was speechless for a moment as she listened to her mom talk.

Miriam took a deep breath, "Honey, I am so sorry for being such an awful parent over the years. I know there's nothing I can do and no excuses I can make to take back the days I was drinking. All I could do was change myself. I've been sober for six months now. I'm in recovery and I'm going to Alcoholics Anonymous every week. I wanted to wait to get in touch with you until I knew I could be the kind of parent you would be proud of, that is, if you're willing to give me one last chance to do this right. I can't promise you expensive things or gourmet meals, but I can promise you a home. I want to be your Mom again, the mom I should've been since you were born. You're the only daughter I have left to raise."

Helga was silent as she processed everything her mom said, "You're—you're being serious, aren't you?" She swallowed nervously, "Are you sure about all of this, Miriam? This is a lot to take in. I mean, you're really sober for the first time ever and your willing to take me back—"

"Offering you the invitation to move in with me. It's a two-bedroom, so you'll have your own room again. I know it's not a house, and it's not anything fancy like the home we had before we moved into the beeper emporium, but I got it hoping you would move in. It's up to you, Sweetie. If you want to stay at the boarding house with Arnold instead, I can't really stop you. I'm sure he's shown you what love is in the last year, more than I ever did in your whole life. And I'm sure his parents have shown you what a real home is like as well. After all, living with me hasn't been much of a home for you over the years, has it, Helga?" she admitted sadly.

Helga couldn't get past hearing her mom was sober, "You're really not drinking anymore? And you have a job? And you have a two-bedroom apartment?" She thought to herself. She's completely serious, isn't she?

Miriam nodded, saying softly, "Yes, I've got all of that. I've even got my license back. My motivation to change was you. Once I hit rock bottom, only the memories of having my two daughters back in my life gave me hope."

Helga asked nervously, "And Olga? Where is she?"

Miriam smiled, "She's living with Susie now. She's staying in another apartment around the area."

Helga jumped up from the couch and exclaimed in excitement, "This is amazing! All I've ever wanted was a mom that didn't drink all the time and a sister who could get her act together!" She blinked, thinking about something else, "Wait a minute, is Olga really not with that scum anymore?" she thought to herself. Maybe we can actually get along now.

Miriam reassured her, "He's in jail, Helga, and Olga won't be getting into another relationship anytime soon after what she's been through." She paused a moment before saying, "So, what do you say, Sweetie? Are you willing to give me one final chance?"

Wednesday, June 22nd, Arnold's room…

Arnold was standing up, having a heated argument with his girlfriend, "I can't believe you! One conversation with your mom and you're ready to move out of the Boarding House?!" He was starting to understand his mom's sadness a few days ago; he was devastated.

Helga argued back, "Oh, quit being such a baby!Out of all the people to understand why I'm moving out, I figured you'd be the first one! You really are selfish, you know that? You think that I'm your property now or something? That I can't have my own life apart from you? This... just... in," she screamed, "She's… changed!"

He groaned as he put his right hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache from thinking about not living with her anymore. He was hoping to change her mind and he couldn't help but be a bit selfish, after all; how was he going to live without her? He spoke up, nervously, "You know you don't have to do this, right? You have a good home at the boarding house with me and my parents-"

She growled, sick of his persistence, "You know what? If you don't love me enough to be happy about me moving back in with my mom after she's gotten sober, maybe we shouldn't be in a relationship!"

He felt the life pour out of him at her cruel words, "What?! But, how would that make things any better?! I need you in my life, Helga!"

She raised her arms, and said harshly, "And don't you think I need my mom in mine?! What about your parents' disappearance? How would you feel if I decided not to sacrifice my locket and save your parents, all because I wanted to keep you for myself?! If I wasn't willing to take the risk they would stay in San Lorenzo and take you away from me, you would never have your parents back, because I never would have sacrificed anything! I loved you enough to give you what you wanted, at the sacrifice you might leave me forever!"

He paused a moment before saying to her, "Oh, come on, Helga. That's different."

"What's so different about it? If you stayed with your parents in San Lorenzo, of course I would've been upset, but I would've wanted you to be happy. Isn't that the way you should feel about me and my life?!"

"I do, Helga, it's just..." He sighed, before saying, "You've taught me so much about life. You've made me a better person, and after living with you for eight months, it's going to be a difficult adjustment to live without you. Everyone hear is going to miss you. You've become like family!"

Despite Arnold's honest words, she laughed bitterly. It was hard to believe anyone would miss her. She was still mean a lot of the time, even when her intentions were to be nice. She said to him,"I was more of a hindrance to all of you than anything. Besides, I can always visit, and you won't have to worry about 'giving in' with me. Isn't this what you need?"

He groaned, pulling her against him in a gentle hug, "What I need is you here right now! Your presence has helped me with my problems more than your absence ever will."

She paused a moment before she smirked, ruffling his cornflour hair, "You know, I can always give you something to remember me by, right?"

He shushed her playful yet tempting words, "Hush. At least let me savor the last few moments I have with you here."

She couldn't help but chuckle, "Who would've known you to be the clingy type? I'm still going to be your girlfriend when I leave, you know."

Saturday, June 25th, afternoon…

Arnold got off the city bus and looked down at the address in his left hand, the new address where Helga now lived with Miriam. She moved out a couple days ago. He missed holding her every night, talking to her every day. He would give anything just to argue with her everyday again. He was a mess.

Seeing the signs to the apartment homes, he walked over until he saw the address Helga gave him. It was a brown and red apartment building. He walked up the stoop and knocked on the door.

It was Helga that opened the door with a teasing smirk, "Hey, Football Head, how's tricks? So, guessing you came over for a tour of the place, huh?" She held out her left hand as he walked in and looked around at the living room, painted in brown and yellow. It looked like a relaxing atmosphere, a lot more relaxing than any of the other places Helga lived, even the boarding house. It was clean and organized, not to mention there was a wonderful smell of food that was coming from the kitchen. "Is your mom home from work yet?" he asked her.

Helga nodded, sitting on their couch in front of the television. She turned it off and looked at her boyfriend, who sat down to the right of her, "It's Mom's first day off work in two weeks. She's making meals for me to microwave, since I'm going to be home by myself a lot. She's also making dinner tonight. We're going to play Monopoly later if you want to stay for dinner."

Underneath the heartbreak he had of his girlfriend leaving the boarding house, he was relieved to hear she was doing good. "That's great! I'm glad to hear the both of you are doing well and getting along."

Miriam walked out of the mini kitchen; an oven mitt was in her hands. She sat the cooked lasagna down on the table in front of Arnold and Helga, "Hey, Arnold. Helga, why didn't you tell me you had friends coming over? I could've made extra food for all of us. Anyway, have as much as you want, there should be enough for all three of us. I'll put more in the oven." Her mom turned around to walk back in the kitchen.

Helga stood up and held out her right hand, "Mom, uh, wait a minute!" When Miriam turned to look at Helga in surprise, she said to her mom, "This is my boyfriend, Arnold. He'll probably be over a lot this summer. Yep, just wanted you to know." She stood there with her hands behind her back, embarrassed for making a scene, but happy she was being opened with her mom, for probably the first time in her life.

Miriam smiled. She was happy that her daughter had a boyfriend but unhappy because of all the wasted years she still needed to make up for, "Sweetie, I am so happy for you, that you have somebody that's good for you to share your life with."

He rubbed his left arm with his right hand, watching the whole scene. It was obvious Helga felt more comfortable around her mom because she was more open with her about her life. Maybe he needed to be open with Miriam as well, "Speaking of sharing our lives, I need to talk with you about some things, Miriam. Do you have a moment?"

Miriam paused a moment before saying, "I suppose I can get some more food ready to be oven baked in a couple minutes. What's wrong, Arnold? Is there anything you needed to talk about?"

Helga noticed her boyfriend's hesitance and Miriam's concerned expression, and excused herself, looking down at her "fake" watch. She lied, "Well, will you look at the time? Wrestle-Mania's on! Catch you both later." She ran upstairs, giving them privacy. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't worried about her boyfriend cheating on her, or telling her mom about the private aspects of their relationship. Maybe it had to do with her changing herself and working on cognitive behavior therapy, or maybe it was because she was growing up. One thing was for sure, after everything her and Arnold had been through in the last year, she trusted him.

Miriam sat down on Arnold's left, where Helga was previously sitting. She asked, "What did you want to talk about, Arnold?"

He could tell the woman in front of him had changed from the woman he saw at the homeless shelter last year. He forced himself to look in her eyes, even with the guilt he felt lingering behind them at what he was going to say, "I need to apologize for leaving you at the homeless shelter, and for not being more supportive when you were struggling with your alcohol addiction." He put his hands in his lap, continuing, "I know there isn't an excuse for my ignorance, but as an explanation, I didn't understand what you were going through. Not only had I never been an alcoholic, but I didn't understand the process of withdrawal or the devastating effects of an addiction on the mind. I'm sorry."

Miriam was silent a moment before she turned to him and said, reassuringly, "It's understandable, Arnold. You wouldn't have understood what I was going through, and I don't expect you to now. I forgive you for being naïve. After all, you're the same age as my daughter, twelve. I don't expect you to know about addictive tendencies at your age."

He took a deep breath, before saying, "Well, I didn't know what withdrawal was at the time, but I do now. I'm embarrassed to say that I struggled with my own problems this year. I even needed to seek help with a psychologist. I'm thankful though, because it's helped me to understand myself and the world a little better. It's also helped me to be a more compassionate person to people who are struggling with addictions now. Miriam, if you need anything or somebody to talk to, to get you through a difficult time, I'm here. I may be only twelve, but I'm good at listening and solving other problems. If there's any time you feel tempted or you need to talk with somebody, I'm going to give you my number to call. I may not understand exactly what you're going through, but I can be there to listen and to be a shoulder for you to lean on sometimes."

She couldn't help but smile at the young man, and she gently hugged him in gratitude as he allowed her to embrace him. She said to him, softly and gratefully, "Thank you, Arnold. I appreciate that very much…"

Sunday, June 26th, afternoon…

Arnold and Helga were holding hands, walking around the neighborhood. They were currently in the park. It was a beautiful sunny day, and they were enjoying their first date as a couple in months. It was a nice change from all the sexual tension and fighting they had been doing for the past year.

Helga sat down on the ground with her knees up, underneath some trees in the park, in a shady area where the sun couldn't reach. She said to him as he sat on the ground in front of her, "So, been meaning to ask you, boyfriend. What's with the blue notepad you've been carrying around everywhere in your left pocket for the past week? I didn't realize I was hanging out with Phoebe."She thought to herself, Then again, Phoebs only carried that notepad because of ideas and evil schemes I would have, usually to do with Arnold… so what's his deal?

Arnold took out the notepad and explained to her, "It's where I keep track of everyone's problems. There's been more people coming to me for advice since I spoke at graduation, so many, that it would be too many problems to handle without writing them all down. I'm in training with Doctor Bliss to become a psychologist one day, and I'm using this opportunity to work through all the problems I can."

She asked, curiously, "But, I thought you said after graduation that you didn't want to solve anybody's problems anymore."

He explained to her, "I only felt that way because of how much I was struggling with my own problems. Now that I've been able to forgive myself, I've been able to help others again. Doctor Bliss also reminded me that everybody makes mistakes sometimes, including me."

"But, why write them down in the first place? You've never had to take notes on anybody's problems before. It's always comes naturally to you. What, are you losing your touch or something?"

He explained, "Not exactly." He opened his mini-notepad to show her his notes, looking into her eyes, "In this notepad are problems related to drug addictions, pornography, gambling, and over-eating, among other things. I listed the problems without the names, only initials. The problems people are asking me to help them conquer are more severe and require more time to work through. They also require things such as cognitive behavioral therapy and meditation, among other coping mechanisms. They aren't simple problems. This is giving me practice for solving even deeper problems in the future."

Her eyes widened, "Why are you trying to torture yourself?! Just be a kid while you've still got the chance!"

He sighed before he said, "I'm not torturing myself, I'm helping myself, and I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm practically a teenager. If anything, I need to know how to solve problems like this, for my own sake. It also helps me to not focus on my own… tendencies?"

She had to laugh at that before saying sarcastically, "Is that supposed to mean you've been 'taking care of yourself' without me? Criminy."

He explained to her sternly, "I'm taking care of myself by taking care of others. It's what I'm destined to do. Helga, you'll always have a place in my heart, but there will be time for those things later." He looked into her eyes, grabbing both of her hands, "I'll never forget all you've taught me about life. How living with you has changed me."

She nodded, "Well, that's pretty obvious from that first paper you wrote. Where has the time gone? I can't believe we're entering seventh grade in a couple months, or that we've been together for almost a year!"

He moved closer to her and put his forehead against hers. He said, softly, in a whisper, "It is pretty crazy, but I don't regret any of it, even the tough times," he leaned in to kiss her lips gently. No Frenching or tongue lapping this time, just a gentle loving kiss that told Helga the things words could never say. A kiss full of youth, unconditional love and innocence. He pulled back reluctantly and looked into her blue eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. The words that were so difficult to say a year ago slid off his tongue easily now, with a half-lidded gaze, "I love you, Helga."

She sighed with a love-struck look, content with life and all the gifts she received, including the words of Arnold's love for her. She softly said back, "I love you too, Goof-wad."

Olga continued to live with Susie until she got her doctorate in special education and moved out to her own house. She's still single, and unsure if there will ever be a "Mister Right".

Bob Pataki never looked back and continued to work and live in Oregon with his uncle, until his football days caught up with him and he developed Alzheimer's. Less than ten years after his divorce, a heart attack was the end of him. No one from Hillwood knew or bothered to notice, except Helga when she had to research her medical history before she married Arnold.

Yes, Miriam inherited Mrs. Vitello's store, and she became an interior decorator. She had an occasional alcohol relapse due to the stress of managing a business and difficult memories from her past, in which Helga returned momentarily to Sunset Arms, but those were minor stumbles. She always recovered and recognized that recovery would be a lifelong process for her.

It would be naïve to say that Arnold never relapsed nor gave in physically with Helga again, especially since he's in love with her, but he took his mistakes as learning experiences and opportunities to teach his peers "the right thing to do". Helga did the same with her aggressive and bullying tendencies, choosing to allow her failures to make her a better person, not a bitter person.

Nobody's perfect, after all. We can only strive to do the best we can and help others along our journey.

THE END!

Special Thanks (you know what you did):
Craig Bartlett
The J.A.M
Lord Malachite
The WASP

Songs that inspired me AKA Living with Helga song album:
"All of Me" - John Legend (Chapter 2) (Arnold)
"Piece by Piece"- Kelly Clarkson (Chapter 2) (Helga)
"I'm With You" - Avril Lavigne (Chapter 3) (Helga)
"What I was trying to do" - Rascal Flatts (Chapter 3) (Arnold)
"Shameless" - Garth Brooks (Chapter 4) (Arnold)
"Landslide" - Fleetwood Mac (Chapter 4) (Helga)
"I Won't Give Up"- Jason Mraz (Chapter 4) (Arnold)
"Concrete Angel" - Martina Mcbride (Chapter 5) (Helga
"Stand By you - The Pretenders (Chapter 5) (Helga)
"Burning House" - Cam (Chapter 6) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Stand By You" - Rachel Platten (Chapter 7) (Helga)
"Bring me to Life" - Evanescence (Chapter 7) (Helga/Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Wreaking Ball" - Miley Cyrus (Chapter 8) (Arnold)
"Beautiful Mess" - Diamond Rio (Chapter 8) (Arnold)
"One More Night" - Maroon 5 (Chapter 9) (Arnold)
"Battlefield" - Jordin Sparks (Chapter 9) (Helga) RECOMMENDED
"Sometimes When We Touch" - Dan Hill (Chapter 9) (Arnold)
"Hands Clean - Alanis Morissette (Chapter 10) (Helga)
"Love Hurts" - Incubus (Chapter 10) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Animals" - Maroon 5 (Chapter 10) (Helga)
"Sweet Escape" - Gwen Stefani (Chapter 10) (Helga)
"Dark Horse" - Katy Perry (Chapter 11) (Helga) RECOMMENDED
"We Need A Resolution" - Aaliyah (Chapter 11) (Helga)
"Hole In The World" - The Eagles (Chapter 11) (Miriam/Olga)
"I Feel It Coming" - The Weeknd (Chapter 11) (Arnold)
"That's All" - Genesis (Chapter 11) (Arnold)
"Kiss From A Rose" - Seal (Chapter 12) (Arnold)
"Show Me Your Colours" - S-Club 7 (Chapter 12) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Died in your Arms Tonight" - Cutting Crew (Chapter 12) (Arnold)
"Toxic" - Britney Spears (Chapter 12) (Helga)
"What do you want from me" - Adam Lambert (Chapter 13) (Arnold)
"All the Things she said" - TATU (Chapter 13) (Arnold)
"Show me the meaning of being lonely" - Backstreet Boys (Chapter 13) (Arnold)
"Clarity" - Zedd (Chapter 13) (Helga)
"Elastic Heart" - Sia (Chapter 13) (Helga)
"Total Eclipse of the Heart" - Bonnie Tyler (Chapter 13) (Helga/Arnold)
"Try" - Pink (Chapter 14) (Helga)
"Standing Outside the Fire" - Garth Brooks (Chapter 14) (Arnold)
"It's Amazing"- Aerosmith (Chapter 14) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Breaking the Habit" - Linkin Park (Chapter 14) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Nobody knows it but me" - Tony Rich (Chapter 15) (Arnold)
"I wanna Know what Love is" - Foreigner (Chapter 15) (Arnold)
"Head over Feet" - Alanis Morissette (Chapter 15) (Helga)
"Sweet Dreams are Made of This" - Eurythmics (Chapter 15) (Helga)
"With or Without You" - U2 (Chapter 15) (Arnold)
"Will you wait for Me" - Brett Young (Chapter 15) (Arnold)
"It matters to me" - Faith Hill (Chapter 15) (Helga)
"Hold on" - Wilson Phillips (Chapter 16) (Arnold)
"Fight Song" - Rachel Platten (Chapter 16) (Helga)
"The Long Run" - The Eagles (Chapter 16) (Arnold)
"Because of You" - Kelly Clarkson (Chapter 16) (Helga)
"Uma Thurman" - Fallout Boys (Chapter 16) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Right Here Waiting" - Richard Marx (Chapter 17) (Arnold)
"The Reason" - Hoobastank (Chapter 17) (Helga) RECOMMENDED
"Numb" - Linkin Park (Chapter 17) (Arnold)
"That's The Way It Is" - Celine Dion (Chapter 17) (Helga)
"Invincible" - Kelly Clarkson (Chapter 18) (Helga)
"Hit me with your Best Shot" - Pat Benatar (Chapter 18) (Helga)
"Counting Stars" - Onerepublic (Chapter 19) (Arnold)
"Eye of the Tiger" - Survivor (Chapter 20) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Lose Yourself" - Eminem (Chapter 20) (Arnold)
"Hella Good" - No Doubt (Chapter 21) (Helga)
"Dance, Dance" - Fallout Boys (Chapter 21) (Arnold) RECOMMENDED
"Far Away" - Nickelback (Chapter 21) (Arnold)
"Misery" - Gwen Stefani (Chapter 21) (Helga)
"Moves Like Jagger"- Maroon 5 (Chapter 21) (Arnold/Helga)
"Rock Your Body" - Justin Timberlake (Chapter 21) (Arnold/Helga)
"I Know You" - Skylar Gray (Chapter 21) (Helga)
"Love Me Like You Do" - Ellie Goulding (Chapter 21) (Helga)
"Shape of my Heart" - Backstreet Boys (Chapter 21) (Arnold)
"Making Love Out of Nothing At All" - Air Supply (Chapter 21) (Arnold)
"Careless Whispers" - George Micheals (Chapter 21) (Arnold)
"Masochism Tango" - Tom Lehrer (Chapter 21) (Arnold)
"Back at One" - Brian McKnight (Chapter 21) (Gerald/Phoebe)
"Pray" - JRY ft. Rooty (Chapter 21) (Arnold/Helga)
"The Safety Dance" - Men without Hats (Chapter 21) (Harold/Patti)
"Big Girls Don't Cry" - Fergie (Chapter 22) (Helga)
"Someday" - Nickelback (Chapter 22) (Arnold)