More fluff

Arnold looked nervously at the door bell and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Perhaps this was a bad idea, maybe she really was sick. Summoning up a smile and a wee bit of courage he jabbed the Pataki's doorbell and waited.

What seemed like enternity passed and some muffled yelling was heard inside before Helga's mom opened the door. She looked a bit unsteady on her feet and bleary eyed. "Yesshhh, can I help you" she slurred.

"Hi Mrs Pataki, is Helga feeling better, I bought her homework and something to cheer her up" Arnold smiled politely while trying to avoid her acrid breath.

"Shhure dear shess upstairs.. HELGA! your friend is here" Mirriam stumbled back towards the kitchen waving in the direction of the stairs.

Arnold knocked on Helga's door "Helga? its arnold can I come in?" there seemed to be a flurry of activity behind the door before it opened a crack and he was met with a familiar scowl. "What're you doing here football head" it came out as a hoarse croak.

"Mr Simmons gave me your homework to bring to you." Arnold sighed, even sick Helga was defensive and closed off.

"Well hand it over then, at least it will give me something to do while I'm stuck here" Helga sighed she was tired and cranky and her tonsils were giving her hell, pity bob and mirriam couldn't be bothered paying to have them taken out.

"I uh also uh bought you some ben n jerrys.. I uh um heard you talking to phoebe about how much you love um ice cream and I uh thought well ice cream is really good when your throat hurts so uh... yeah" Arnold blushed looking at his feet.

Helga looked poleaxed... he'd heard her ice cream conversations with Phoebe and still thought she meant the food? Criminy this boy was dense.

"Thanks football head now scram before you catch my germs" Helga growled. She smiled at his retreating figure and collapsed against the wall.. ice cream from Ice Cream... that was almost ironic.