Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Or anything else that probably sounds like you could make some money off of it.

Story Summary: Helga figured that Arnold was drunk enough to not remember anything, and she was drunk enough to think it was a good idea. But she'll soon find out that what they'd done that night isn't going to be a secret for long.

This is slightly AU, as in if things went the way C.B. had wanted, I'm changing it a little. Arnold has recently moved back from San Lorenzo with his parents after being away from Hillwood for 6 years. So he's a junior in high school now. What didn't happen was the realization of his feelings for Helga and it wasn't a class trip, only because that's a LOT of back story and this story is going to be busy enough!

Warnings: This will be rated high T for content, language and mild adult situations. It may be bumped up to an M rating for later chapters.

So enjoy, first HA on this account, but all my old ones were crap : P

Cast List
(Because I can)

Ok, sooo this is a personal choice, because while I love cartoons (especially this one) I enjoy having real faces in my mind occasionally. So, while I won't go into details about every aspect of their clothing for every day, I figure the cast I have chosen for the characters will also represent how they shall dress unless I find it necessary to point out something specifically.

Also, this is just MY personal opinion on how I'm viewing these characters. If you don't like the actors I've given, by all means, picture who you want. This is just for fun.

Helga…Dianna Agron

Arnold…Zac Efron..Yes, haha. But I think he embodies Arnold's personality perfectly. Just picture him blond :P

Gerald…Donald Glover

Phoebe…Carmen Soo

Grandpa Phil…J.K. Simmons; ya, not really the voice but he's funny in that quirky way.

Grandma Gertie…Meryl Streep, because she is awesome and could pull it off.

Miles…Aaron Eckhart

Stella…Rachel Weisz

Big Bob Pataki…Jeffry Dean Morgan

Miriam…Michelle Pfeiffer

Olga…Pairs Hilton, because her voice is perfect.

Rhonda…Megan Fox

Lila…Elena Satine

Sheena…Keira Knightly, but a very young one with a slightly higher voice.

Nadine…Hayden Panettiere, just imagine she's super tan though ha.

Sid…Mark Salling, because the way his Glee character is totally reminds me of how Sid would act at that age.

Stinky…Cory Montieth only because him and Mark have good chemistry together and he's super tall and can do a really good confused face, ha.

Harold…Channing Tatum, because he's like the only really big guy who is still young and he has the right head shape for Harold. Plus, I don't think Harold would stay fat forever. : )

Eugene…Chris Colfer, because from the moment I saw him he just screamed Eugene even though he wouldn't tuck his underwear in his shirt EVER haha.

Curly…Shia Labeouf, because he could do crazy so awesomely.

Wolfgang…That jerk Boyfriend from 17 Again ha.

Arnie…Chace Crawford. Not saying he's ugly, just that no one would expect Arnie to turn out attractive.

Any one else I mention I'll either say so when they come up or They aren't a big enough part to find someone : P

Chapter 1
"Of Collisions and Parties"

Lady Gaga blasted through the not-so-quiet summer day of Hillwood, sharing Helga's sentiments it seemed on receiving yet another call from her father, "What?" she hissed into the receiver, trying to manage holding the phone and the numerous grocery bags at the same time. She made a point to roll her eyes before answering, "For Pete's sake I'll get home when I get home, Bob. You calling every five minutes won't…Yes, I have your Yahoo Cream Soda and your precious pork rinds, don't worry. I'll be home soon! Crimeny!" She exclaimed as she snapped the phone shut, her voice having a similar quality to that of her sister's, yet was still so completely Helga it was almost comical if it weren't for the fact if you laughed, you died.

Helga prided the fact that she was an excellent multi-tasker, and people were too frightened of Ol'Betsy to tell her she was rather mistaken unless the multitasking involved verbally, mentally and physically abusing someone. So, as she attempted to walk, put her phone away and keep the grocery bags from falling, she gave up looking where she was going and before she knew it all that hard work was for nothing and she ended up sprawled across the sidewalk anyways.

But that wasn't her fault. Oh no. It was whoever ran into her, and she was going to tear into them like a-

"I'm so sorry, miss-wait, Helga? Helga, is that you?"

Helga could only stare blankly for what seemed like forever. Those green eyes told her all she had to know, and she had to refrain from slapping herself. Instead, she played aloof, "In the flesh, Football Head. I'd have hoped this bowling me over would have faded with puberty. Ya gonna help me up or stare goofily at me all day, Arnoldo?"

Arnold shook his head, "Oh! Uh, sorry Helga, I was just so, well, surprised to see you. That's all."

She ripped her hand from his after she was vertical again, even though her body was screaming for his contact, "Ya well, I guess I'm surprised too. Didn't know you were coming back. Jungle get to rough for you?"

It was a lie. Of course she had known he was coming back. Her heart hadn't settled since she had gotten the news and now here he was! Standing there in all his deliciousness, talking to her. Talking to her.

Asking her something.

Oh.

"Huh?"

The side of his mouth twitched upwards, "I said, did you need some help with those?"

She glanced blankly down at the mess of groceries, "Well doi, Football Head! You're the one responsible, of course you should help, sheesh."

Not even batting an eye, Arnold bent down to pick up the fallen items, and Helga tried to as casually as possible have their hands touch accidentally.

"Still live in the same house I take it?" Arnold asked while gathering up some of the bags.

"Wouldn't dream of anywhere else," Helga answered flatly and walking ahead of him.

"Well, it really is good to see you, even under the circumstances of meeting up again," Arnold offered, his sideways smirk making her want to swoon just a little.

"Pft, cut the crap, Arnoldo. It was only, what? Five, six years since you last saw me?"

He blinked, "That's a long time Helga. We were kids the last time I saw you."

"Ya, how did you know it was me anyways? And if you say its because I look like my sister I will beat you to a bloody pulp."

She said it in such a way where he didn't exactly think she was kidding, but he chuckled because it was Helga and he actually had missed her, "No, I recognized you from your school picture. It's last years, but obviously it was you."

"Whoa, picture? What picture?"

He gave her an innocent look, "Lila sends me pictures every year of everyone. Usually they are of everyone hanging out, but also school pictures, too."

"Oh, I see. How thoughtful of Li-la to do that. Actually, kinda creepy if you ask me."

"Well I wrote you, you know. And sent pictures every now and then to Gerald so it wasn't like-

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Football Head. We're here anyways. Thanks for helping with the bags, it was the least you could do."

"Oh, well are you sure you don't want some help taking them inside-

"Nah, I got this. Now hand the bags over and beat it," she went to grab them from him and for a moment their faces were so close it was nearly painful not to prolong it, but she pulled away and attempted to open the door with her foot, when Arnold merely opened it for her. She graced him with a scowl, because that's what she did, and went inside without looking back, kicking the door shut. She practically dropped the groceries in the kitchen, no longer caring and certainly not listening to Bob's yelling as she made a beeline for her room. There she spent a few minutes screaming into her pillow, hardly believing that Arnold was back.

Two Weeks Later…mid August.

"Hey, doll! I'm assuming you've heard all about this party I'm throwing this weekend right? You are coming, aren't you?" Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd asked, standing there in a red mini that showed off her legs to perfection.

At least, that's what other guys were noticing. Arnold, however, was looking at her face, "Wouldn't miss it Rhonda. It'll be my first high school party, I'm really looking forward to it."

"Fabulous! I'm so glad to hear it," Dark blue eyes showed a genuine smile as she handed him an envelope, "Invitations are not necessarily required, but I always give a few out to people I hold near and dear to me."

Arnold smiled, "Well, thanks Rhonda. I'm honored."

She shrugged prettily, "Think nothing of it, Arnold! Well, I'd better get going, see you later!"

Turning back to his locker and chuckling, Arnold gathered up his books, checking to make sure he had the right homework assignments with him before shutting the locker. It was already halfway through the first week of school, and Arnold was getting all caught up with what everyone had been up to. Gerald had kept him up to date with big things, but it was definitely good to talk to everyone again.

Walking into his first period, World History, he saw Lila across the room in her assigned seat. He gave a smile, which she returned, before taking his seat. Lila had definitely grown up pretty, but he was hardly surprised. She still was as sugar sweet as he remembered, too. She had apparently gotten really close to Eugene and Sheena, which surprised Arnold at first, but after thinking about it, he realized it made sense. They were some of the nicest kids he knew, no wonder that they would get along so well. Lila was also a cheerleader for the Hillwood High Ravens, of which Rhonda was the captain. That, however, most certainly didn't surprise him.

"Move it, bucko!"

Arnold looked up to see an unfortunate sophomore be shoved out of the way by none other than Helga G. Pataki. To his credit, the guy recovered quickly and hurried to his desk as fast as he could. Helga made her way to the seat diagonally behind Arnold, flopping down unceremoniously into her chair.

"Good morning, Helga!" Lila greeted from across the room.

"Yeah, yeah whatever," Helga snipped.

Lila appeared undeterred by Helga's tone, and happily went back to her conversation with the person seated next to her.

Arnold turned to face the fair-haired girl, "Morning Helga, how's it going?"

She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, "Its morning."

Before he could try again at conversation, the teacher walked in and began speaking.

Arnold had almost expected spitballs to start hitting him any second, but just like the previous days, he was proven wrong.

Saturday Night…Rhonda's Party.

"Are you sure this punch is ok, Gerald?" Arnold asked, looking around at all his classmates, the majority of which looked buzzed or completely trashed. Harold, flanked by Sid and Stinky, came shouting through with a keg above his head. At this, a group of who-knows-how-many kids started following him and yelling something about a 'Keg stand'…whatever that was.

"Man, I'm telling you its fine! There's a spiked punch bowl and a normal punch bowl. You got the normal one, I promise."

"You really believe a bunch of high schoolers are going to leave a punch bowl alone?"

Gerald shrugged, taking a sip from his cup, "Why not? They got they're spiked one don't they?"

"And where are Rhonda's parents? I mean-

"Arnold! Just drink your punch!"

Arnold sighed and took a tentative sip and found it to taste fine. After all, he'd know if there was something off about it, right?

"Hey, I'm gonna go call Phoebe. I told her I'd check in with her around ten," Gerald said before patting him on the shoulder and walking off.

It wasn't long before Curly ran into him and started talking. In fact, Arnold was unable to shake who he discovered to be a very drunk, opinionated Curly, and Gerald found it too hilarious to offer help after he had finished his phone call. But, it wasn't all bad; after Arnold had gone back for his third cup of punch, and Curly had started rambling on about-really-who-knows-what?-Arnold realized he didn't really mind.

10:36pm…

Helga could see very clearly what was going on, and wondered where the heck Geraldo was. After looking around, she discovered he was entertaining himself by videotaping Harold, Sid and Stinky's beer pong game. Well…more like beer tennis, as they were using Rhonda's tennis court instead of a table. Good Lord..

Sighing, she turned back to see how Arnold was fairing. The prognosis was not in his favor.

He was pretty trashed, and it annoyed and saddened her. The poor yutz..

And yet…

She had been drinking tonight as well, but unlike Arnold this wasn't her first high school party, and she wasn't naïve. But, she was buzzed, and she intended it to get no farther than that. Still, she really couldn't be held responsible for any thoughts she might have in her buzzed state, could she?

Her eyes flitted back towards the staircase where she saw yet another couple creep up. Her eyes darted back to where Arnold was.

No, no, there's no way she was thinking about that!

Well…she was thinking about it, but not actually thinking about it. Like, not thinking about taking advantage of Arnold in his drunken state or anything.

Nope.

She wasn't thinking about that at all. Because that would be morally wrong. She knew that!

But, she was going to keep an eye on Arnold to make sure he didn't get himself into any trouble.

And to make sure no other girls were going to try the same thing that she wasn't thinking of!

A crash brought her out of her thoughts, and when she tried to focus on Arnold, she panicked when she couldn't locate him. It was then that she realized he was the cause of the crash, and was now having a hard time standing up straight.

She sighed and began to make her way over to him, seeing as how Curly would be of no help and Tall Hair Boy was useless. Arnold was probably ready for either a good puke or a good pass out, either way Helga hoped there'd be some room upstairs that wasn't occupied.

10:43pm...

"Okay, here you go you lush. A nice quiet bedroom where you can pass out," Helga said as she practically dropped Arnold onto the bed of some spare room in Rhonda's mansion.

"Thanks, Helga. You're the best."

She rolled her eyes, her buzz making her head feel pleasantly light despite how annoyed she was. But then she remembered her thought from earlier. The boy was trashed. Probably wouldn't remember a damn thing in the morning…and even if he did, by the looks of him it wouldn't be much. Worst case scenario, she'd tell him she was really drunk too. It wasn't a complete lie, it just wasn't a complete truth.

No. Was she actually entertaining the idea of sleeping with Arnold? Losing her virginity to Arnold? The boy she's loved practically her entire life?

Wait. When you think of it that way, that's not too bad.

No! He was drunk for Pete's Sake. She couldn't take advantage of him like that!

She glanced down at him lying on the bed, arm over his eyes. Oh, those arms…

"Hey Arnold?"

"Whoa, you said my name."

She sat on the bed, suppressing another massive eye roll, "Arnold."

He sat up, trying to focus his eyes on her, "Yes?"

"You are absurdly drunk."

"Yes I am."

"I am pretty drunk myself."

He peered at her, "You don't seem drunk."

And that's when she kissed him. Long and hard.

After she pulled away, Arnold said, "Okay…maybe you are drunk."

Helga felt herself smirk. Yes, she was going to take advantage of him. And in the morning when she'd feel guilty she'd blame it on the alcohol, like the song says you should.

She pulled him to her again, kissing him a bit more and feeling him start to respond felt amazing, drunk or not.

Pulling back for a slight breather she heard him speak up, "Helga?"

Crap, if he is sobering up now, that would totally suck.

"Yes?"

Oh, he was looking at her with that wonderfully sexy half lidded gaze, "I think I kinda like this."

"Really?" she whispered, all too pleased.

"Mmhmm," he nodded, kissing her now.

"So how about this then."

"What?" he murmured against the flesh of her neck.

"Let's have sex."

He stopped and looked at her, "…right now?"

"Uh huh," she said, already pressing him down to the bed and sliding over him.

"Well…that doesn't really sound like something I would do. I don't think this is right," but his hands were moving over her, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing, but it only pushed her forward.

"Don't worry, it's alright Arnold. I'm totally okay with this."

He stared up at her, seriously contemplating it while at the same time looking every bit in the drunken stupor that he was before responding, "Yeah, okay."

She smiled widely, feeling her skin light on fire wherever he touched coupled with the alcohol in her system was dizzying. She thought in the back of her mind that she wasn't sure how she'd survive tonight, actually having sex with Arnold. The thought alone made her stomach flop. She shoved any doubts to the back of her mind.

It was just one night after all.

Ok! My first HA! fic in probably forever, but I've had this idea for probably a year now, but just never fully committed to it. I haven't seen too many like this, so I think it'll be fun to write. I was inspired by both Juno and Glee, but the story will be no means go in the same direction as they do. Hope you guys enjoyed it! Please R&R! Critique is appreciated, flames are not :)

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