My Summer Love

I'm bored. I no own.

Arnold couldn't wait! His grandparents were going to be there. Gerald was going to be there! The boarders . . . oh he hadn't seen them in such a long time, and he was incredibly excited. He looked out at the waves crashing onto the shore and smiled, tilting his head to the sun. This was going to be the best summer!

Phoebe looked over at Helga. Helga was staring out the window of the car, glaring at the outside world. Olga was spending summer with them. She was going to meet the Pataki family at the beach. Helga had begged and begged Phoebe to go with her.

Phoebe had said yes, but she had an ulteria motive.

Gerald was going to be at this beach. They had talked about their summer plans, and discovered they were going to the same location. It was going to be great. Okay, Helga was going to be a little peeved that Phoebe was ditching her for Gerald, but maybe she could get along with Arnold . . .

'Yeah, if Arnold wants to spend his summer as a punching bag,' Phoebe thought.

"This is going to be the worse summer ever Phoebe," Helga whispered to her. "No Derek, no parties, ugh! And sand . . . worst summer EVER!"

'Oh, and it's going to get worse' Phoebe thought. Phoebe had been seriously contemplating her friendship with Helga over the last year. She was branching out into new activities, and meeting new people. Helga was different. Helga hung out with Wolfgang, Harold and Patty. Not that Patty wasn't nice. Phoebe liked her, and she seemed to be the only person Helga ever listened too, as strange as it seems.

Helga was into her grunge,rock, punk and metal music. Phoebe liked her classic and pop music.

Helga liked wrestling and parties. Phoebe hated that.

Her and Helga were complete opposites. Helga was as quick tempered as Phoebe was slow. Helga was always ready with her fists. Phoebe believed in words. Helga liked noise. Phoebe liked quiet. And it was very rare that they ever saw each other in school anymore. They shared no classes, didn't sit with each other at lunch-periods. The only time they ever saw and spoke to each other was on the bus. Or out of school hours.

Which is why Phoebe had been so stunned to receive a phone call from Helga begging her to come on this trip with her. Her parents wouldn't allow her to bring Harold or Derek or Wolfgang. They were boys. And Patty had other plans for the summer. Originally Phoebe had declined and Helga had just slammed the phone down on her. Then while talking to Gerald, she had changed her mind. This was the perfect opportunity for her to spend time with Gerald. Alone.

"I don't know, Helga," she said. "This might end up being the best summer ever."

"Yeah, right," Helga snorted.

Arnold's eyes snapped open when he heard a car pull up. He heard some noise coming from the attached bach, then the door flew open and a blonde woman, who kind of looked a little familiar, ran out to a car that was tooting it's horn loudly.

Just behind he saw a green Packard pull in behind the other car, almost colliding. Arnold stood up.

"Mom, Dad! Grandma and Grandpa are here!" he called out, and jumped down the stairs and ran towards the cars. Then he stopped. He recognized the man behind the wheel of the black car.

Big Bob Pataki.

And that could mean only one thing.

Helga G Pataki.

Arnold let out an anguished mental scream. How could his perfect summer be ruined so fast! Gerald hopped out of the car and walked over to Arnold looking at the Pataki's car.

"Hey, man, sorry I didn't warn you," Gerald said.

"You knew they were coming?" Arnold asked.

"Phoebe mentioned it to me. So how ya been man?" he asked holding out his thumb. Arnold smiled as they did their secret handshake.

They turned when they heard a car door slam.

"I hate you! I hate this place! I HATE IT!" Helga screamed and turned around and stalked off down the beach.

"You come back here Little Lady! I'm not your slave! COME BACK HERE AND CARRY YOUR OWN DAMN BAGS!"

"Daddy please, she's had a long drive, all she needs to do is stretch her legs, get some fresh air and she will be fine,"

Arnolds parents came out at the ruckus they had heard.

"Arnold? What's going on? What's all this noise about?" His mother asked.

"Helga G Pataki." He stated, watching as the slim blonde disappeared do the beach.

"Hi, Gerald!" a girl called out, rushing over.

"Oh, hey Phoebe, you remember Arnold, right?" he asked.

"It's very good to see you again Arnold," she said smiling.

"What's wrong with the Bitch?" Gerald asked.

"Oh, she's just mad cause she wanted to go to Sweden this year to be with Inga, but Bob had some kind of apithiny and decided he wanted the family together for the summer. Helga's fuming also, because she's away from Derek. Her boyfriend," she explained to Arnold. Arnold felt his mouth drop open. Helga. Has. A. Boyfriend? Was the guy a nutcase, or just suicidal?

"I bet she is. Damn, no parites, no drugs, no alchol, no sex, how is she going to cope?" Gerald said in a disgusted voice.

"I'm sure she'll find a replacement for Derek round here in no time," Phoebe said flippantly. Arnold stared at her. Was she basically saying that Helga was a slut? He shook his head. No way. Phoebe wasn't like that. Was she?

Helga kicked the sand. How could Phoebe have betrayed her this way? She thought she could rely on Phoebe, no matter what. "I'm so stupid!" Helga yelled at the sea. She only came because she knew Gerald was coming here. Tears slid down Helga's cheeks, and she huridly wiped them away. The water came and surrounded her toes. It was cold, but nice. Helga walked in a little more, up to her knees, and then flopped down. She sat there, letting the waves crash into her body. How could she have been so stupid? Phoebe had become just like those other girls. Sneaky, vindictive, two-faced.

"Helga!" she heard Phoebe call out to her. "Helga, what are you doing?"

"Hoping that by some miracle I will drown," she said.

"Don't be so dramatic," Phoebe said. "I am still going to be here with you. I just want to spend some time with Gerald. Um, Helga, are you aware you have all your clothes on?"

"No, Phoebe, I don't" Helga replied flatly. "I thought I was in my underwear. Oops, my mistake."

Gerald and Arnold came up behind Phoebe.

"Hey Helga," Arnolds voice said.

Helga wanted to rip her ears off just so she couldn't hear that voice. The voice that once brought passion to the surface brought only annoyance.

"Fuck. Off." She said, getting up. "I'm not feeling to much like hanging out with two-faced backstabbers today. Maybe tomorrow though," she said acidly. Then she walked away, further down the beach.

"Where are you going?" Phoebe called.

"To find someone to replace Derek while I'm here!" she yelled back. Phoebe flushed. "Check your phone you idiot, before you say stuff like that about someone!"

Phoebe reached into her pocket and pulled out her mobile. Sure enough her phone had called Helgas. "Oops,"