Hey, long time, no write! Ok, ok I know it's been forever since I last
updated, but I have really good excuses! Umm... well, I don't right now.
Ok, now I do: my computer got a stupid virus!!!!!!!! Plus regents, and working at stupid adventureland (hey, too much cotton candy can be a bad thing)
On a more truthful note, I can't thank you enough for the reveiws!!!!!! Wow, I feel wanted. )
On with the story...
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The next morning, Helga struggled to open her eyes. She couldn't have slept that long because hardly any light was coming through the window. Her body was achy and stiff. It took a lot out of her just to sit up. Thank God it was Saturday!
Her mind was haunted with flashbacks from the night before. Bob had never hurt her that much. Maybe Arnold was right. Maybe she should tell someone-
Suddenly another flashback hit her. "Arnold," she whispered, touching her cheek with her hand. Was this real? she wondered. We kissed, we actually... kissed? She felt that familiar flutter in her stomach.
Of course it was real, it was as real as the bruise on her leg.
She sluggishly walked over to her mirror to discover something missing; her pink ribbon. It was gone. She quickly searched her bed, under her bed, night-table. Then something cought her attention right outside her window. It was her ribbon, tangled in the branches of the tree. By the way it was blowing told her the wind was severly strong. She walked over and started to reach for it. She couldn't quite grab it, so she leaned out a little more. It still wasn't working, so she wiggled her way a little further.
An unexpected gust of wind blew causing Helga to lose her balance. "Ahhhya," she screeched trying to get a hold on anything.
Failing to grab something, she toppled out the window. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, preparing for the unsympathetic cement below.
She didn't land on cold, hard cement, it was warm, it was soft, it was... Arnold! (as if you didn't see that coming)
"Footballhead!! What are you doing here?!"
"I came to catch you." Surprise in itself held back her gratitude. "Aren't you going to thank me?" She smiled at this, completely forgetting why she was leaning out the window in the first place. "Hey, where's your bow?"
"Oh yeah, it's um..." she said looking up at the tree. Before another word, Arnold was climbing up the tree with ease. He successfully retrieved it and came back down. "Thanks, for rescuing my bow," a bit sarcastically.
"Here, turn around."
"Huh," she asked.
"Just turn around."
"Thanks, but I think I can tie a bow on by myself."
"Oh, will you just..." he grabbed her and spun her around. He started fidgeting with her hair, pulling it every-which-way, sometimes pulling a little too hard. "There," he said with a sense of completion like he had just finished a masterpeice. Helga reached up to feel her hair lop-sided, and bumpy.
"Great, now could you do my make-up?" Arnold laughed nervously.
"Anyway, I think we need to talk."
"Oh," playing dumb, " 'bout what?" It was getting cold and it started to rain very quickly.
"Oh, crap, let's go inside!" He started up her stoop. He looked back to see Helga just standing there.
"Let's go to your house."
"But your house is so much closer," he whined. Her eyes begged him, and Arnold was always a sucker for puppydog eyes. "Ok, ok," he gave in. He took her hand and started running.
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By the time they reached the boarding house it was pouring. Needless to say they were drenched from head to toe and out of breath. Arnold grabbed the knob of the green door to find that it was locked.
"Ok, you can open the door now," Helga said impatiently.
"I can't."
"Sure you can, give it another try!"
"No, I can't... it's locked."
"What do you mean? Are you telling me we have to crawl up your sad excuse for a fire escape in the middle of a thunder storm?"
"It's not a thunder storm," he started over to the ladder,"it's only a rain storm"
Just then, a bolt of lightening lit up the sky and a crash of thunder followed closely.
"Now it's a thunder storm."
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Finally inside Arnold's room, he offered her a thick towel, and she accepted. They sat on his bed for a while trying to make small talk. Helga noticed the time and realized that she had slept longer than she thought.
It was uncomfortably quiet for a while. The clouds covered the sun so much, it was pitch black outside giving the illusion of night. "Night has always been my favorite time of the day, ya know," Arnold finally said.
"Oh?" Helga answered with a bit of interest, not really knowing where he was going to take this.
"Yeah, I always find myself anticipating it more than anything. Do you want to know why?" Helga looked up to meet his striking green eyes. "Because of you; because of what we have at night... and... I don't want that to change. Do you know what I mean?"
Her heart sank. She knew exactly what he meant. She ripped her eyes off his as fast as she could. She could feel her blood pumping through her body, she had no idea what to do. She shut her eyes and wished her hardest that she wasn't hearing this, and that she wasn't there right now. She stood up and walked to the middle of the room.
At the same time, Arnold was having emotions run through him as well. Each word he said felt so wrong. Usually his heart and his brain worked together, but what he was saying and what he was feeling were two different things. He wanted things to change more than anything. Than why was he saying the exact opposite? Suddenly that familiar urge pulsed through his veins. He started shaking his head disagreeing with everything he just said.
"No!" he said standing up causing Helga to turn around.
"What?" she said dazed.
He looked into her aqua-marine eyes with so much passion it startled her.
Suddenly, he grabbed her in for a violent kiss. Helga was in complete shock; her eyes were wide open. They gradually closed as tight as possible. He pushed against her so much they were air-tight. Helga didn't quite know what to do with her hands, but finally rested them on his neck. So much energy was flowing through her right now. She grinded herself into him.
Arnold moaned at this action which rocked her to the core. His voice vibrated through her entire body. His tongue invaded her mouth with an aggression neither of them knew he was capable of.
Helga was the first to pull away. All they could do was stare at eahother in shock, gasping for air. Both were completely oblivious to eachother's thoughts.
Helga tried to compose herself, "Ar... Arnold, I..."
Arnold didn't let her finish as he kissed her already bruised lips. Helga took a deep breath and exhaled a squeak at the feel of his smooth, hard lips on hers. Arnold's mind started to wonder in dangerous places as well as his hands. They were traveling all over her, searching and feeling every inch.
Helga was panting and returning everyone of his touches with one of her own. Her body became tense.
Her mind and body were arguing with eachother. This is wrong! What we're doing is wrong. Really wrong. Really, really wrong. Really... really... good . NO, WRONG!
Helga's thoughts were interrupted by Arnold's words in her ear, "God, I want you, " he gasped.
At this her body took over her mind and all reason. "Than take me," she begged him. His hands flew up to face as he thrust against her.
Their lips never parted as he panted, "...Helga."
Hearing her name escape his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her. She started trembling in his arms.
Feeling this, Arnold stopped to look into her eyes. She reassured him with a look that she was alright.
He then slowly lowered his head to her neck, nuzzling and sucking very gently.
Helga raised her head to take a deep breath. His scent, that was musky and sweet, surrouded them. It created a sphere that blocked out the rest of the world. She lifted his head, It was now or never, Helga
"Arnold... I love you." In a whisper, she said it. His response would either take whatever they had to the next level, or end everything they've had for thirteen long years.
All Arnold could do was look at her; into her eyes; into her soul. This is the Helga I've been trying to find for the longest time.
With his signature grin, "I love you, Helga."
Arnold felt a tear run down her cheek and over his fingers and wiped it away. They moved over to his bed and sat down. He placed his hands on her waste and started to slide her shirt off. They kissed as she unbuttened his shirt. The rest of their clothes were shed and they moved under the covers. His body was warm and encased her. Even though this was both their first time it seemed that every move came natrually, like they two bodies with one heart.
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Woo, that's the first time I ever wrote anything like that! So, you HAVE to tell me what you think!!!!!
P.S. Again I'm sorry this took so long...
P.P.S. Go see Hey Arnold: The Movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUNE 28!!!! AAHHHHHHH!!!!
Ok, now I do: my computer got a stupid virus!!!!!!!! Plus regents, and working at stupid adventureland (hey, too much cotton candy can be a bad thing)
On a more truthful note, I can't thank you enough for the reveiws!!!!!! Wow, I feel wanted. )
On with the story...
****************
The next morning, Helga struggled to open her eyes. She couldn't have slept that long because hardly any light was coming through the window. Her body was achy and stiff. It took a lot out of her just to sit up. Thank God it was Saturday!
Her mind was haunted with flashbacks from the night before. Bob had never hurt her that much. Maybe Arnold was right. Maybe she should tell someone-
Suddenly another flashback hit her. "Arnold," she whispered, touching her cheek with her hand. Was this real? she wondered. We kissed, we actually... kissed? She felt that familiar flutter in her stomach.
Of course it was real, it was as real as the bruise on her leg.
She sluggishly walked over to her mirror to discover something missing; her pink ribbon. It was gone. She quickly searched her bed, under her bed, night-table. Then something cought her attention right outside her window. It was her ribbon, tangled in the branches of the tree. By the way it was blowing told her the wind was severly strong. She walked over and started to reach for it. She couldn't quite grab it, so she leaned out a little more. It still wasn't working, so she wiggled her way a little further.
An unexpected gust of wind blew causing Helga to lose her balance. "Ahhhya," she screeched trying to get a hold on anything.
Failing to grab something, she toppled out the window. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, preparing for the unsympathetic cement below.
She didn't land on cold, hard cement, it was warm, it was soft, it was... Arnold! (as if you didn't see that coming)
"Footballhead!! What are you doing here?!"
"I came to catch you." Surprise in itself held back her gratitude. "Aren't you going to thank me?" She smiled at this, completely forgetting why she was leaning out the window in the first place. "Hey, where's your bow?"
"Oh yeah, it's um..." she said looking up at the tree. Before another word, Arnold was climbing up the tree with ease. He successfully retrieved it and came back down. "Thanks, for rescuing my bow," a bit sarcastically.
"Here, turn around."
"Huh," she asked.
"Just turn around."
"Thanks, but I think I can tie a bow on by myself."
"Oh, will you just..." he grabbed her and spun her around. He started fidgeting with her hair, pulling it every-which-way, sometimes pulling a little too hard. "There," he said with a sense of completion like he had just finished a masterpeice. Helga reached up to feel her hair lop-sided, and bumpy.
"Great, now could you do my make-up?" Arnold laughed nervously.
"Anyway, I think we need to talk."
"Oh," playing dumb, " 'bout what?" It was getting cold and it started to rain very quickly.
"Oh, crap, let's go inside!" He started up her stoop. He looked back to see Helga just standing there.
"Let's go to your house."
"But your house is so much closer," he whined. Her eyes begged him, and Arnold was always a sucker for puppydog eyes. "Ok, ok," he gave in. He took her hand and started running.
****************
By the time they reached the boarding house it was pouring. Needless to say they were drenched from head to toe and out of breath. Arnold grabbed the knob of the green door to find that it was locked.
"Ok, you can open the door now," Helga said impatiently.
"I can't."
"Sure you can, give it another try!"
"No, I can't... it's locked."
"What do you mean? Are you telling me we have to crawl up your sad excuse for a fire escape in the middle of a thunder storm?"
"It's not a thunder storm," he started over to the ladder,"it's only a rain storm"
Just then, a bolt of lightening lit up the sky and a crash of thunder followed closely.
"Now it's a thunder storm."
****************
Finally inside Arnold's room, he offered her a thick towel, and she accepted. They sat on his bed for a while trying to make small talk. Helga noticed the time and realized that she had slept longer than she thought.
It was uncomfortably quiet for a while. The clouds covered the sun so much, it was pitch black outside giving the illusion of night. "Night has always been my favorite time of the day, ya know," Arnold finally said.
"Oh?" Helga answered with a bit of interest, not really knowing where he was going to take this.
"Yeah, I always find myself anticipating it more than anything. Do you want to know why?" Helga looked up to meet his striking green eyes. "Because of you; because of what we have at night... and... I don't want that to change. Do you know what I mean?"
Her heart sank. She knew exactly what he meant. She ripped her eyes off his as fast as she could. She could feel her blood pumping through her body, she had no idea what to do. She shut her eyes and wished her hardest that she wasn't hearing this, and that she wasn't there right now. She stood up and walked to the middle of the room.
At the same time, Arnold was having emotions run through him as well. Each word he said felt so wrong. Usually his heart and his brain worked together, but what he was saying and what he was feeling were two different things. He wanted things to change more than anything. Than why was he saying the exact opposite? Suddenly that familiar urge pulsed through his veins. He started shaking his head disagreeing with everything he just said.
"No!" he said standing up causing Helga to turn around.
"What?" she said dazed.
He looked into her aqua-marine eyes with so much passion it startled her.
Suddenly, he grabbed her in for a violent kiss. Helga was in complete shock; her eyes were wide open. They gradually closed as tight as possible. He pushed against her so much they were air-tight. Helga didn't quite know what to do with her hands, but finally rested them on his neck. So much energy was flowing through her right now. She grinded herself into him.
Arnold moaned at this action which rocked her to the core. His voice vibrated through her entire body. His tongue invaded her mouth with an aggression neither of them knew he was capable of.
Helga was the first to pull away. All they could do was stare at eahother in shock, gasping for air. Both were completely oblivious to eachother's thoughts.
Helga tried to compose herself, "Ar... Arnold, I..."
Arnold didn't let her finish as he kissed her already bruised lips. Helga took a deep breath and exhaled a squeak at the feel of his smooth, hard lips on hers. Arnold's mind started to wonder in dangerous places as well as his hands. They were traveling all over her, searching and feeling every inch.
Helga was panting and returning everyone of his touches with one of her own. Her body became tense.
Her mind and body were arguing with eachother. This is wrong! What we're doing is wrong. Really wrong. Really, really wrong. Really... really... good . NO, WRONG!
Helga's thoughts were interrupted by Arnold's words in her ear, "God, I want you, " he gasped.
At this her body took over her mind and all reason. "Than take me," she begged him. His hands flew up to face as he thrust against her.
Their lips never parted as he panted, "...Helga."
Hearing her name escape his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her. She started trembling in his arms.
Feeling this, Arnold stopped to look into her eyes. She reassured him with a look that she was alright.
He then slowly lowered his head to her neck, nuzzling and sucking very gently.
Helga raised her head to take a deep breath. His scent, that was musky and sweet, surrouded them. It created a sphere that blocked out the rest of the world. She lifted his head, It was now or never, Helga
"Arnold... I love you." In a whisper, she said it. His response would either take whatever they had to the next level, or end everything they've had for thirteen long years.
All Arnold could do was look at her; into her eyes; into her soul. This is the Helga I've been trying to find for the longest time.
With his signature grin, "I love you, Helga."
Arnold felt a tear run down her cheek and over his fingers and wiped it away. They moved over to his bed and sat down. He placed his hands on her waste and started to slide her shirt off. They kissed as she unbuttened his shirt. The rest of their clothes were shed and they moved under the covers. His body was warm and encased her. Even though this was both their first time it seemed that every move came natrually, like they two bodies with one heart.
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Woo, that's the first time I ever wrote anything like that! So, you HAVE to tell me what you think!!!!!
P.S. Again I'm sorry this took so long...
P.P.S. Go see Hey Arnold: The Movie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUNE 28!!!! AAHHHHHHH!!!!