THE REUNION

I loooove Hey Arnold and have done since it first aired in 1996 and being old I was well 12 or so when it started haha so yeah guess my age if you want but I like to watch, read and try to draw Hey arnold stuff and adore Helga and Arnold. I like the way Helga dreams of her wedding with Arnold and is actually sweet to him which makes me think perhaps when they are married and come on they would have married eventually, that she would not be a bitch to him, but as far as everyone else is concerned even Geraldo she would probably stay cold and well pretty rude but who cares? she has arnold and a quick note, my fics will have her with Arnold, no surpries there. I may add gloria, arnie and lila to the story too. Oh and Jason (chocolate boy) for fun, just what will he be addicted to now?

WELL THIS IS IT GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS.

I already have another fic after this one. Its going to be good, better than this one actually. LOL Rhonda WAS pregnant but not a major feature of the story but watch out for a happy ending for Gerald and his wife Pheebs. Im also sorry if people thought that Curly was acting sick, you see his character is so completely enamored by Rhonda and all her beauty and allure that as long as he can watch her be intimate he does not care.. Thank you Conor, Helga and Arnold are made for each other.

THE REUNION

The kids of Hillwood are all grown up and MR Simmons has invited his most favored fourth grade class of PS118 to a big reunion. Its been 15 years so alot has changed. Who is married? who is successful? who are not even friends anymore and who is not invited but comes along anyway. A funny read with some real sad, fluffy and angst thrown in.

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This chapter may be a little sad, but its tying up the loose ends of the characters who weren't that likeable. Where are they now and what are they up to?

Chapter 19

"As tears go by"

The large room in the Gammelthorpe Mansion was dimmly lit. Dark red and scents of potent musk filled the room. Bed sheets made of real satin and feathered pillows set the scene for a couple to play.

Draped in victoria's secret lingerie, with her raven hair falling past her knees, Rhonda pressed herself up against the black wall as Sid removed his clothing and incense of dark rose and wine filled the air. The red liquid disappeared down their throats and the tension between them was knocked away, almost vanishing as Sid removed his pants and climbed on top of the pale beauty, licking her porcelain skin and gently moving her corset link by link. Rhonda closed her eyes and moaned, all the time aware of her Husband behind a screen, installed not long after Rhonda was able to have sex again. While wellington was tended to by their nanny, Rhonda played and played she did. Sid was none the wiser to the arrangement this married couple had or he would never have agreed to this and Curly knew that. This was Curlys was of having one over on the men who entertained Rhonda and he could watch his possession and his princess get her thrills while he watched with clasped hands and eager eyes of desire...

With each movement, the intoxicating smells and scents captivated Sid who pushed himself into Rhonda on the luxury bed. Her big breasts were being squeezed gently as she moaned in pleasure. Each moan made curly sweat. Every swift movement from Sid excited and aroused the dark haired lord of the manor as though he was watching his fantasy behind an anonymous screen.

In and out they pushed and thrust, Rhonda arched her back and rolled her eyes back. The pleasure was intense and Sid was all too happy to be the one to give her such pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist while he grabbed her soft hips and slid his hands up down her soft skin while she pressed herself against him. The panting grew stronger and the movements were faster. "I..."I..." Rhonda could not longer hold on. Loudly she cried.

"Oh Sidney." Flushed at red.

Sid withdrew with a proud look on his face and slumped beside her on the comfortable bed.

He placed Rhonda's head against his chest and kissed her.

Loudly she announced how much better Sid was than her "Useless Husband." Knowing he could hear.

Curly clenched his chest in hurt, he knew this arrangement would have its downsides.

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces, I can see, but not for me

I sit and watch as tears go by...

Rhonda pretended to fall asleep after Sid let himself slip into a dream beside her, that was when she cried, as a doll on display for her husband cracking into pieces...

My riches can't buy everything
I long to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound, of rain pouring on the ground
I sit and watch as tears go by.

The rain it fell hard outside and pushed itself again the large window pane while Rhonda placed a black silk nightie on and adjusted her long hair the next day.

She gazed at the rain, forgetting for a moment that she was a mother and a wife, and bound for life to this arrangement.

Curly slept beside Rhonda as the morning rain brought the promise of a new day. When he awoke she was with baby Wellington. He knew in his heart the love had gone and his heart was breaking...

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch teh children play
Doing things they used to do
They think are new, I sit and watch as tears go by...

How the mighty have fallen

Meanwhile...

The electric doors to the entrance of G block opened. Hill Wood Mens prison had its visitors day. Bob was looking forward to it. He was not the most popular man as many men known for beating their daughters and wives were not in favor with the gangs so bob received what many would consider he deserved in spades during his extra ten years behind bars.

Olga waited, her hair tied back and eyes filled with tears. The dark rims underneath showed a lack of sleep and a woman with nothing. She held a cigarette in her hand and nervously puffed. Her lips were cracked and her skin was dry and pale. The upbeat and happy girl was fading fast. Her bones were jutting out of her black shirt and the jeans she wore were so skinny, it was as though they were sewn on. A few guys hooted when they were allowed out to see their partners but were swiftly knocked in the back of the head by a prison guard or two.

Then Bob came out, in orange overalls, cuffs in his hands and fresh bruises on both eyes.

"Olga." He said with a half hearted smile.

She touched his face from behind the glass screen. picking up the phone she cried "Daddy." "What has happened?" "You look so bad."

Bob placed his hand against the dirty glass, marks and scratches were plastered across it as signs of lovers and families who had visited previously.

Scars of those who had been here for too long echoed throughout the halls of the prison. Bob winced at the sounds, he now knew what pain and suffering felt like at the hands of the top dog the head honcho being a man named Gustavo Estevez a Latino criminal who had worked his way up from prison bitch and gained himself life imprisonment for killing a prison guard in what he claimed was self defense.

"Olga I aint gonna lie." Bob said with a wheeze.

"My health is not good girl." He put his hand up and moved it down the window. Olga followed it and let her tears flow...

"Oh daddy what can I do?" she wept.

"Sweet Olga." He coughed. "I could use a decent lawyer to get me outta here." "Before I croak."

Olga gasped and wiped her nose. "No Papa don't say that."

Bob pressed his hand over his forehead and wiped sweat beads away.

"Time to go Pataki." A small thin Guard named Mickey grinned evilly. "Shower time." He snarled.

"Maybe I can get him to help you out?" Olga asked, as Bob got up and was being pushed away.

Bob looked at her with a pleading look on his torn and bruised face.

"Sorry Olga." "This one already has contacts, he can't be bribed."

As she spoke Bob felt a swift kick to the torso. "Daddy." She yelled but he could not hear her...

Once the prisoners were back in their cells, Olga approached this mickey. He had a long nose and little beady eyes.

"Uh Mr?" She asked.

Mickey looked the blonde Pataki up and down and decided to give her a few minutes.

"What can I do for you blondie?" He asked, arms folded.

"I need you to look out for my dad." "He's gonna die otherwise." "Please." She fell to her knees and begged.

Mickey breathed heavily through his nose and looked down at her.

He curled his index finger for her to stand up.

"Meet me after work." He said with a sly grin. "With an ass like that, we can work something out."

Olga started crying but she had no choice, looking at the dirty concrete floor she nodded.

"Okay."

On her way to leave he slapped her across the behind and told her "I finish at "10.00"

She ignored the harassment and turned round to face him. "Oh...okay." she mumbled.

On the other side of the grey penitentiary was B block.

A girl with blonde hair and a black eye waited by the screen for her boyfriend to walk out in his overalls and handcuffs.

Another girl with dark skin and curly hair waited for her boyfriend, she held the blondes hand.

Wolfgang appeared, with a smug grin on his face.

"Connie" He winked. Then he gave her friend a small wave. "Maria." he nodded.

Connie pressed her hand against the glass and asked when he would be out.

"Uh well since the Helga incident which was totally not my fault, It might be awhile." he groaned.

"They said 25 yrs." Connie groaned.

Just then Ludwig appeared, he wore darker overalls and had two sets of chains on, his hands and his feet. He was known as one of the most dangerous inmate, luckily for Wolfgang he was protected due to his loyalty to Ludwig but boy did he have to work for it. He now knew how Helga felt that night he went to assault her, he knew it intimately and with more fear in his eyes when the memories came back of his first few nights in the cells.

"Maria babe." Ludwig grinned. "You came." The woman smiled crookedly.

"We can organize a conjicol visit soon." he winked.

"Ah okay." Maria shrugged.

"What do you mean uh okay?" Ludwig grew angry and threw the phone down.

Maria jumped back while the guards led him kicking and screaming back into his cell.

"I am so over this." Maria sighed and asked to be let out.

Connie held out and promised Wolfgang she would visit him every time he sent a visiting order to her.

Her words were just that, words...

Wolfgang slowly found himself alone and scared, waiting in the corners of his cell for the night to begin and the pain to start. The night the knives come out...

So these people languished, reaping what they had sewn and constantly looking back to the days before they chose to hurt, to beat and to mock others...

Could things have been different?

When Rhonda lay awake at night and thought of her days in high school she wept for the days she dated decent high school guys.

Bob lay awake alone in a confined cell, knowing what his daughter is having to do so he could be safe. He thought back to Helga and Miriam. Did he have to raise his fists to a thirteen year old girl? He thought of her on crutches, weeping that she would never be able to have children as Miriam had told him. Why did he hit Miriam so hard and kick her to the floor?

Wolfgang and Ludwig knew they would be serving sentences for the rest of their remaining lives.
What made them grab and scare women? Attempt to rape and assault young females who had never even said a word to them?
Their mothers would not visit and their fathers were serving prison sentences two states away...has histroy repeated itself.

Then there was Brainy, sitting in a padded cell, wheezing and rocking back and forth, with his pictures he had drawn in his creative time, of Helga. Crayons of Yellow, pink and white filled the paper. A photo of her seeped in somehow of her as a teenager scowling at him. He held that photo by his heart and repeated "Criminy." over and over again for the rest of his days...

Good things come to those who deserve it

Then there was the good ones, those who had lived through pain and suffering and those who had helped the downtrodden.

Helga and Arnold adopted a little girl from Vietnam when she was two years old and her mother died of cancer. They did not know whom the father was but Miles and Stella had mentioned the idea to them when they took the couple on a visit to one of the orphanages in Saigon. The little girl with the almond eyes and short black hair just melted Helgas heart. She played alone, unnoticed and unwanted. Helga pulled on her husbands green shirt and told him she was the one. The one who would NOT be neglected and left to her own devices like she was in a well to do western world, so Helga and Arnold had the opportunity to give her the life she deserved in a world where they could afford to protect and love her.

Phoebe gave birth to a beautiful little boy at home, as much as it hurt, she was very calm and collected and barely tore at all. Gerald stayed home and raised their little boy with the dark skin and big brown eyes. He was named Kyo Gerald Johannsen after Phoebes dad and his own new dad, Gerald. He had a very Japanese look and took after his mother in book smarts but his father in sense of humor.

Kyo and The little girl who was named Mei had been close friends from the start. So Helga and Phoebe were mothers. Mei's middle name was Stella because it was Arnolds mother who let their dream of being parents come to life. Helga had wanted a child for Arnold as he knew how much it meant to him and for Arnold to adopt a little girl was his dream come true.

So Phoebe and Gerald moved to the little sea-view town and Miriam got her own apartment and a new man...The tango dancer from the beach
(Remember Summer love?) They met up with Helga and Arnold every christmas along with Gerlald Phoebe, her parents the Hyderals and The Johanssen families. Off course Miles and Stella were still prone to their late February Christmases which were just for Arnold, his wife and child and parents...

Clicking their glasses, Miles, Stella, Arnold and Helga all chanted "Merry late Christmas." "Yippee." Mei said, jumping up and down on her mothers lap.

Arnold kissed Mei that night before bed. "I love sweetheart." He whispered.

"Daddy." Mei sat up in bed.

"Can you tell me a story?" she asked, her eyes big and inquisitive.

Arnold smiled and sat down beside her.

"Hmmm well did I ever tell you about the time your Mommy and me saved a tree?"

"A tree?" "Really daddy?" "Why?"

Arnold began. "Well you see, Daddy did not know Mommy liked him but she did not want lets just say a very nasty mad to knock down a tree that we used to play in when were a little bit older than you."

"Oh so what did you and Mommy do?" She asked.

"Well..."

Arnold began while Helga leaned in the doorway and heard her Husband speak of the past to their little girl.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Ah Arnold." "Arnold Arnold Arnold."

THE END

I could not resist adding some happy to this chapter

Thank you so much everyone. Stay tuned for my next fic, its going to be good and a bit of a tear jerker.