ON THE WILD SIDE
I don't own Hey, Arnold! People, I live in Hungary (Yes, the Pataki name is from here too () and English is a learned language for me, so you may find some minor mistakes. Forgive me. Please review!
WILD NIGHTS
It was the biggest night of the year. Rhonda really made it this time – the hottest band money can hire, gallons of beer and some rooms to go private. It was the beginning of their last high school year, so they all knew they will never be this close to each other anymore. Soon they'll be torn apart by collage, university or simply by life. The dance floor was filled with drunk teenagers, moving like crazy to the music. Phoebe was standing, watching the dancers as usual. She only drank some yahoo, because she had a serious task to do: watch over Helga. In the last four months, since Helga and Arnold broke up again, the crazy blond girl was out of control. As usual Helga was drunk like crazy, and apparently she was dancing on the floor with a beer in her hand. Her dance was pretty inventive, but very dangerous too. Brainy was already knocked out by one of her stronger arm moves. Phoebe tried to speak to her.
"Helga, I think you shall chill out a little bit. Drink something with no alcohol in it for god's sake!" – it was pretty hard to out-loud the music.
"C'mon Pheebs, stop being such a dork!" – she said while accidentally punched Gerald on the nose – "Whaddaya want tall-hair boy. You wanna make out or something? Not in this lifetime kiddo, but here is Phoebe, take her! I know it's not the same hot piece of ass, but look at those boobs. Have fun!" – she said, and with that she danced her way into the middle of the dance floor.
"Jee-zus!" – said Gerald – "She almost broke my nose."
"I'm so sorry Gerald, but you know her"
"Yeah. She's one hot chick, but crazy like a coo-coo."
"Yeah. And she's like only one beer away from the "Where's Football Head, I want my Football Head!" stage."
"Well, she shall skip that act tonight. You know, this is Arnolds two week anniversary with Lila."
"This is why Helga is extremely freaked out." – she looked over the happy dancers, and wished if she could belong to them.
"Come on Pheebs! Helga is a big girl, she can take care of herself. I heard Lorenzo snagged some tequila from their parents bar! – It was not hard to convince Phoebe. She was pretty tired of babysitting Helga. An hour later she and Gerald were making out in a dark corner. It happened to them before on some occasions, but the strange relationship between their best friends never let them become a real couple. In the case of Arnold and Helga the line between crazy love and hatred was really thin, mostly because Helga's behavior. They broke up and got back together about 47 times just in last year.
"Excuse me guys." – it was Lila who disturbed their kissing, with a really anxious face.
"No problem Lil. I had to take a breath anyway." – lied Gerald.
"Haven't you seen Arnold by any chance?"
"No. Did not't you two came together?"
"We did, but he drunk some of Lorenzo's tequila, and then he disappeared."
"Lila!" – said Gerald – "How could you let him drink! You know he can't bear it!"
"But... he was so sure of himself, and he wanted to try it. You know, with the salt and the lemon thingie. It's so funny... Hey, where's Helga?"
"I don't know. She's probably dancing." – said Phoebe.
"No, I checked almost the whole place and... oh no."
"Hey, you don't think she and Arnold are..." - there was no need to finish this sentence. The look on Lila's face told everything.
"He wouldn't do that." – said Gerald, but he wasn't that sure. When it came to Helga, Arnold did things, no one ever thought he is capable of. Lila rushed to the stairs like some madman to check the rooms upstairs.
"Okay, thats odd." – said Phoebe as they stood up, to follow Lila.
Some minutes after Lila entered a room and busted Rhonda and Curly taking their time together (witch later became the greatest laughing staff of the year) he found Arnold. As she predicted he was on the bed kissing Helga.
Some moments later they were all running down on the stairs following Lila, who was crying like crazy. Obviously it was pretty hard to not fall down on the stairs for Arnold. He was really sizzled.
"Lila, I'm so sorry!!! Please wait!"
"How could you do that to me Arnold!" – cried out Lila. Suddenly the music stopped and everybody was looking on them. – "You of all people!"
"I didn't know what I'm doing, it just... Nothing more happened I swear!"
"And I blame you for that, Princess!" – said Helga, who tried to connect her bra under her shirt. It was simply the cruelest thing she could say to Lila right now.
"Shut up Helga!" – screamed Lila in tears. This was the first time ever she said such thing out loud.. The whole room was shocked in silence.
"Hey, you pretending to be a real human being now? How come?" – Helga asked. She was shocked as well. Lila tried to fight her tears as she walked over to Helga.
"Listen to me Helga, and listen well. I fed up with you, once and for all. You're issues are poisoning everyone around you! You're not only ruining you're life, but other's too. Arnold's for example!"
"Hey, Hair-boy didn't seemed so ruined two minutes ago."
Arnold tried to calm them "Girls..."
"Stay out of it Arnold!" – said Lila – "Helga, You think I don't know he loves you?! He always did. And you love him too. But you making him miserable, can't you see! You're pushing him away, but you don't let him go either! You don't even give him a chance to find happiness!
"You don't know shit about me."
"Oh, I know you Helga. And I know you're family as well! Do you want to know what is the source of your problems, bitch. I'll tell you: You just can't be loved!" – she said. One moment after that Old Betsy – Helga's right fist - just landed in Lila's face. The girl just fell down the stairs. Lila said the magic words – everything, Helga's family suggested to her in all her life. She just can't be loved. And it made it even worst, it came from Lila – the one who's so similar to Helga's perfect sister Olga. Olga, who took all the love of their parents. She was the one, who Helga wanted to punch now, not Lila.
So there were she lying, barely conscious, surrounded by her worrying friends, and with Arnold holding her head.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay!" – cried Helga out. But it was too late.
"I'm fine." – Lila said weakly. There was blood running from her nose.
"Helga, maybe you shall leave now." – said Arnold with a grim expression. It hurt her to hear that so much more, than her punch hurt Lila. But she agreed. She walked out the door, and she busted out in tears, when she couldn't be seen. Phoebe ran after her, but it didn't meant anything. She knew it was over. Maybe they will be friends with Arnold after this. Maybe they will even go out once or twice. But it's never ever going to be the same again.
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7 YEARS LATER
Another crappy crime scene. Some jealous bimbo decided to end the life of her unfaithful lover in a pretty creative way. That guy with the hammer in his chest, happened to be a very important person in international trades, that's why the FBI had to investigate in the case. Not like it made a difference - the cute red headed girl just confessed to the NYPD some minutes ago, so the case is closed, and Helga was pretty pleased about it. All paperwork on the cops now, so she can have an easy night, probably watching some video with her roommate Phoebe. They lived together since they moved to New York, but they had less and less time for each other in the passed few months. Even if they knew each other in all their life, they needed some quality time together to make their friendship working.
"Excuse me, Agent Pataki." - Said the member of the CSI staff behind her. The guy just glared at her, like lot of her colleagues did, since she made her way to the magazines. Unfortunately she didn't became a minor celebrity because of her detective work, but because of her boyfriend. The press made their relationship look like some freak 21th century fairy tale of the city. Joshua Flanders the most eligible bachelor of the business world, and Helga Pataki the "common" guardian of law. How touching. It were not so bad – people didn't run to her for auto-grams, barely even recognized her, but her colleagues knew who she was. Of course it will eventually end her carrier. She can't be the part of a such a couple and be an active agent of the FBI in the same time. If this relationship will end up in a marriage - and Joshua didn't't hide his motivations about making Helga his bride someday - she must pick up the not-so-exhausting job of the millionaire housewives. Or maybe a millionaire housewife, publishing poems under some dorky pen name.
- "There is some guy from the press here. His the first one here, so I though' maybe you wanna talk with him, before the other vultures arrive." - said the man. That was a thing Helga hated about his situation - people though she is chasing fame. They didn't't know how much she wished her so called "celebrity" status to hell.
"All right then." - she said. - "Is he waiting outside?" - the man nodded, so she left the apartment. In fact, it was some fresh air she needed right now. She could not stand crime scenes lately. The man was standing on the corridor showing his back to Helga talking on his cell phone. Helga recognized him immediately.
"Yes dear. I think the pink one would be very pretty. Yeah. Did you get the band? Oh, honey, I don't want to start it again! Dinomania sucks! Poor Dino would get out from the grave again, if he knew..."
Helga got pretty angry on the man, partly because he didn't notice her, and partly because he didn't show himself to Helga in a long time. "Move it brother, I have better things to do, Y'know!" The man turned around. Helga's hart almost jumped out of her chest, when she saw his face.
"Hey, Helga! Don't you look nice! So, how's crime fighting?". - It was Arnold - the same Arnold that pushed her over the thin line of insanity, and the one who grabbed her back several times.
"Goddamit hair boy!" - Helga screamed out - "I hope you don't think you can get an interview or something just because you know me!." - they had ran into each other a few times in the city, but now Helga had not seen Arnold in three months. Not since one pretty strange night. It was Arnold actually, who put Helga into the spotlight with some of his articles.
"Chill out, Helga. I've got all the information I wanted from that fine officer of the NYPD. I already sent the interview to my editor. I actually wanted to see you."
"So you can put some more on that "Lady H." extravaganza?" - asked Helga. She was really mad at Arnold lately. More than usual. Of course they passed the living hell, of pre-and high school, where all feelings felt like end of the world. In her early years Helga had the worst crush of modern history. She was insanely obsessed with this football headed geek, while she was nothing but horrible to him. Of course that is kids stuff. But now, she was near 26 and she still behaved according to old habits.
"Actually I thought you could use a little shine, after you came out like some money hungry slut from the other papers. I just could not stand that."
"So, you did it all for me. I don't remember asking you to do it."
"I'm sorry if you feel that way Helga. But that's not what I wanted to talk about." He kept a moments silence while he decided what to say "Do you have some time?"
"For your information this case is almost closed, so I'm finished here. But you better not use your dirty old journalist tricks."
"Of course not. I have new ones." - Helga grinned at him. She knew she was still in love with this football headed jerk at some level. This love was the part of her in all her life, she would not be Helga Pataki anymore, without it. That's why she had an album with all of his articles in it.
Later they were sitting in a cafeteria near by. Helga had his black coffee as usual while Arnold was drinking some exotic tea. Helga thought it's kind of lame.
"So, how is it going with Phoebe?"
"She's fine. Just found some new founder for her teams project. And you have nothing to do about it of course."
"Well, actually I did set her up with some investors few weeks ago."
"Of course you did. You can't stay out of anything, can you Arnoldo."
"So, how is it with Joshua?"
"His fine okay! Listen freak, I don't have time for this. Would you tell me what is going on?"
"I'm getting married." - he said. The words just stroke into Helga. She didn't expect it to hurt so much. Of course she knew Arnold proposed to Lila, but it was so different to hear it from him.
"That's yesterdays news Arnoldo. Golden boy and Lila packing their things together. That makes you Mr. Perfect I guess. Congratulations"
"That is what I want to talk to you about. Phoebe will probably get her invitation next week, but you... Lila would like to ask you not to come to the wedding. You know becouse... we have history."
Of course they had history. After Helga confessed to Arnold about her feelings, he felt herself more vulnerable than ever, so she became more and more cruel toward Arnold and his friends. Even when Arnold realized she likes Helga too, the girl was so scared, that she kept pushing him away. In high school, when Helga became the Ultimate Out Of Control Teen, they hooked up with each other a lot of times, but Arnold were not able to tolerate Helga's behavior for more than a few weeks. They were obviously in love, but constantly fighting. So after three years, while they were a couple sometimes and arch enemies some other times, Arnold turned to the complete opposite of Helga: Lila. The sweet, friendly Lila, who knew she always will be the second one, but she learned to make her peace with that. Even after the party, where both Arnold and Helga got so drunk, they disappeared for several hours together, leaving Lila alone. But slowly Lila managed to get more and more influence over Arnold, who was technically forbidden to see Helga in his collage years. And know Arnold will marry Lila. It felt to Helga, like her sister Olga bet her one last time.
Some part of Helga wanted to cry really bad. She could probably cry out, bagging Arnold to not do this and perhaps stop the marriage from happening, but what's the point. She is with Joshua now, and life is much more simple this way. Much more simple for everybody.
"Like I care. I didn't even wanted to go back to that dump Hillwood for some cheesy wedding."
"Thanks, that is so nice of you for saying that. I'm so sorry Helga! Please forgive Lila. That is the one thing I could not convince her about."
"It's okay dude. Don't be such a drama queen! You spent too much time with ms. Per... with your precious Lila."
"I'm glad we're fine."
"Yeah we're all fine. We're super! Can I go know for god's shake? It's not so fun for me to talk about your wedding!" she said. She know there won't be any "friendly fun evening" with Phoebe that night. She will probably cry herself to sleep and tomorrow she will have to find out some lame excuse to Joshua, why did she cry her eyes out. Helga stood up. So did Arnold.
"Hey, would you tell Miss. Perfect that I took the news so bad, that in my fury I tormented some innocent puppies, so the poor things suffered because of her? - as they stepped outside of the street, Helga noticed a strange black van waiting with running engines in front of them.
"I really don't like to lie to my bride Helga, but in this case..." - but he could not finish it because the van just set off very fast, with squeaking wheels. It didn't hit Arnold only because Helga grabbed him of the way. Unfortunately, he landed on a dumpster As fast as the van came, it was gone. Helga tried to read it's number, but there was no license plate on it.
"Oh my god! Arnold, are you okay! Arnold!" she screamed at her on the edge of panic. In her work she had seen some wounded people, and they never had the slightest effect on her. But it was Arnold, and he meant the world to her. Fortunately his jacket suffered more damage that he did.
"Yeah, I'm okay..." he said, so Helga hugged him passionately in her relief. He hugged him back.
"It looks like someone is really pissed off on my articles."
"I can't say I'm surprised."
"Thanks for saving my life by the way." he said.
"Don't mention it hair boy. It's not the first time, and defiantly not the last."
She didn't know how right she was on that last one.
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Next episode: Furious Angels – As the number of the lame murder attempts against Arnold are growing, Helga starts to investigate in the case – with the very effective help of Old Betsy. The clues are leading back to Hillwood. When Joshua also gets attacked, it becomes obvious, that Arnold is not the only one in danger. Plus: What is really up between Arnold and Helga? Flashback time!
I don't own Hey, Arnold! People, I live in Hungary (Yes, the Pataki name is from here too () and English is a learned language for me, so you may find some minor mistakes. Forgive me. Please review!
WILD NIGHTS
It was the biggest night of the year. Rhonda really made it this time – the hottest band money can hire, gallons of beer and some rooms to go private. It was the beginning of their last high school year, so they all knew they will never be this close to each other anymore. Soon they'll be torn apart by collage, university or simply by life. The dance floor was filled with drunk teenagers, moving like crazy to the music. Phoebe was standing, watching the dancers as usual. She only drank some yahoo, because she had a serious task to do: watch over Helga. In the last four months, since Helga and Arnold broke up again, the crazy blond girl was out of control. As usual Helga was drunk like crazy, and apparently she was dancing on the floor with a beer in her hand. Her dance was pretty inventive, but very dangerous too. Brainy was already knocked out by one of her stronger arm moves. Phoebe tried to speak to her.
"Helga, I think you shall chill out a little bit. Drink something with no alcohol in it for god's sake!" – it was pretty hard to out-loud the music.
"C'mon Pheebs, stop being such a dork!" – she said while accidentally punched Gerald on the nose – "Whaddaya want tall-hair boy. You wanna make out or something? Not in this lifetime kiddo, but here is Phoebe, take her! I know it's not the same hot piece of ass, but look at those boobs. Have fun!" – she said, and with that she danced her way into the middle of the dance floor.
"Jee-zus!" – said Gerald – "She almost broke my nose."
"I'm so sorry Gerald, but you know her"
"Yeah. She's one hot chick, but crazy like a coo-coo."
"Yeah. And she's like only one beer away from the "Where's Football Head, I want my Football Head!" stage."
"Well, she shall skip that act tonight. You know, this is Arnolds two week anniversary with Lila."
"This is why Helga is extremely freaked out." – she looked over the happy dancers, and wished if she could belong to them.
"Come on Pheebs! Helga is a big girl, she can take care of herself. I heard Lorenzo snagged some tequila from their parents bar! – It was not hard to convince Phoebe. She was pretty tired of babysitting Helga. An hour later she and Gerald were making out in a dark corner. It happened to them before on some occasions, but the strange relationship between their best friends never let them become a real couple. In the case of Arnold and Helga the line between crazy love and hatred was really thin, mostly because Helga's behavior. They broke up and got back together about 47 times just in last year.
"Excuse me guys." – it was Lila who disturbed their kissing, with a really anxious face.
"No problem Lil. I had to take a breath anyway." – lied Gerald.
"Haven't you seen Arnold by any chance?"
"No. Did not't you two came together?"
"We did, but he drunk some of Lorenzo's tequila, and then he disappeared."
"Lila!" – said Gerald – "How could you let him drink! You know he can't bear it!"
"But... he was so sure of himself, and he wanted to try it. You know, with the salt and the lemon thingie. It's so funny... Hey, where's Helga?"
"I don't know. She's probably dancing." – said Phoebe.
"No, I checked almost the whole place and... oh no."
"Hey, you don't think she and Arnold are..." - there was no need to finish this sentence. The look on Lila's face told everything.
"He wouldn't do that." – said Gerald, but he wasn't that sure. When it came to Helga, Arnold did things, no one ever thought he is capable of. Lila rushed to the stairs like some madman to check the rooms upstairs.
"Okay, thats odd." – said Phoebe as they stood up, to follow Lila.
Some minutes after Lila entered a room and busted Rhonda and Curly taking their time together (witch later became the greatest laughing staff of the year) he found Arnold. As she predicted he was on the bed kissing Helga.
Some moments later they were all running down on the stairs following Lila, who was crying like crazy. Obviously it was pretty hard to not fall down on the stairs for Arnold. He was really sizzled.
"Lila, I'm so sorry!!! Please wait!"
"How could you do that to me Arnold!" – cried out Lila. Suddenly the music stopped and everybody was looking on them. – "You of all people!"
"I didn't know what I'm doing, it just... Nothing more happened I swear!"
"And I blame you for that, Princess!" – said Helga, who tried to connect her bra under her shirt. It was simply the cruelest thing she could say to Lila right now.
"Shut up Helga!" – screamed Lila in tears. This was the first time ever she said such thing out loud.. The whole room was shocked in silence.
"Hey, you pretending to be a real human being now? How come?" – Helga asked. She was shocked as well. Lila tried to fight her tears as she walked over to Helga.
"Listen to me Helga, and listen well. I fed up with you, once and for all. You're issues are poisoning everyone around you! You're not only ruining you're life, but other's too. Arnold's for example!"
"Hey, Hair-boy didn't seemed so ruined two minutes ago."
Arnold tried to calm them "Girls..."
"Stay out of it Arnold!" – said Lila – "Helga, You think I don't know he loves you?! He always did. And you love him too. But you making him miserable, can't you see! You're pushing him away, but you don't let him go either! You don't even give him a chance to find happiness!
"You don't know shit about me."
"Oh, I know you Helga. And I know you're family as well! Do you want to know what is the source of your problems, bitch. I'll tell you: You just can't be loved!" – she said. One moment after that Old Betsy – Helga's right fist - just landed in Lila's face. The girl just fell down the stairs. Lila said the magic words – everything, Helga's family suggested to her in all her life. She just can't be loved. And it made it even worst, it came from Lila – the one who's so similar to Helga's perfect sister Olga. Olga, who took all the love of their parents. She was the one, who Helga wanted to punch now, not Lila.
So there were she lying, barely conscious, surrounded by her worrying friends, and with Arnold holding her head.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay!" – cried Helga out. But it was too late.
"I'm fine." – Lila said weakly. There was blood running from her nose.
"Helga, maybe you shall leave now." – said Arnold with a grim expression. It hurt her to hear that so much more, than her punch hurt Lila. But she agreed. She walked out the door, and she busted out in tears, when she couldn't be seen. Phoebe ran after her, but it didn't meant anything. She knew it was over. Maybe they will be friends with Arnold after this. Maybe they will even go out once or twice. But it's never ever going to be the same again.
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7 YEARS LATER
Another crappy crime scene. Some jealous bimbo decided to end the life of her unfaithful lover in a pretty creative way. That guy with the hammer in his chest, happened to be a very important person in international trades, that's why the FBI had to investigate in the case. Not like it made a difference - the cute red headed girl just confessed to the NYPD some minutes ago, so the case is closed, and Helga was pretty pleased about it. All paperwork on the cops now, so she can have an easy night, probably watching some video with her roommate Phoebe. They lived together since they moved to New York, but they had less and less time for each other in the passed few months. Even if they knew each other in all their life, they needed some quality time together to make their friendship working.
"Excuse me, Agent Pataki." - Said the member of the CSI staff behind her. The guy just glared at her, like lot of her colleagues did, since she made her way to the magazines. Unfortunately she didn't became a minor celebrity because of her detective work, but because of her boyfriend. The press made their relationship look like some freak 21th century fairy tale of the city. Joshua Flanders the most eligible bachelor of the business world, and Helga Pataki the "common" guardian of law. How touching. It were not so bad – people didn't run to her for auto-grams, barely even recognized her, but her colleagues knew who she was. Of course it will eventually end her carrier. She can't be the part of a such a couple and be an active agent of the FBI in the same time. If this relationship will end up in a marriage - and Joshua didn't't hide his motivations about making Helga his bride someday - she must pick up the not-so-exhausting job of the millionaire housewives. Or maybe a millionaire housewife, publishing poems under some dorky pen name.
- "There is some guy from the press here. His the first one here, so I though' maybe you wanna talk with him, before the other vultures arrive." - said the man. That was a thing Helga hated about his situation - people though she is chasing fame. They didn't't know how much she wished her so called "celebrity" status to hell.
"All right then." - she said. - "Is he waiting outside?" - the man nodded, so she left the apartment. In fact, it was some fresh air she needed right now. She could not stand crime scenes lately. The man was standing on the corridor showing his back to Helga talking on his cell phone. Helga recognized him immediately.
"Yes dear. I think the pink one would be very pretty. Yeah. Did you get the band? Oh, honey, I don't want to start it again! Dinomania sucks! Poor Dino would get out from the grave again, if he knew..."
Helga got pretty angry on the man, partly because he didn't notice her, and partly because he didn't show himself to Helga in a long time. "Move it brother, I have better things to do, Y'know!" The man turned around. Helga's hart almost jumped out of her chest, when she saw his face.
"Hey, Helga! Don't you look nice! So, how's crime fighting?". - It was Arnold - the same Arnold that pushed her over the thin line of insanity, and the one who grabbed her back several times.
"Goddamit hair boy!" - Helga screamed out - "I hope you don't think you can get an interview or something just because you know me!." - they had ran into each other a few times in the city, but now Helga had not seen Arnold in three months. Not since one pretty strange night. It was Arnold actually, who put Helga into the spotlight with some of his articles.
"Chill out, Helga. I've got all the information I wanted from that fine officer of the NYPD. I already sent the interview to my editor. I actually wanted to see you."
"So you can put some more on that "Lady H." extravaganza?" - asked Helga. She was really mad at Arnold lately. More than usual. Of course they passed the living hell, of pre-and high school, where all feelings felt like end of the world. In her early years Helga had the worst crush of modern history. She was insanely obsessed with this football headed geek, while she was nothing but horrible to him. Of course that is kids stuff. But now, she was near 26 and she still behaved according to old habits.
"Actually I thought you could use a little shine, after you came out like some money hungry slut from the other papers. I just could not stand that."
"So, you did it all for me. I don't remember asking you to do it."
"I'm sorry if you feel that way Helga. But that's not what I wanted to talk about." He kept a moments silence while he decided what to say "Do you have some time?"
"For your information this case is almost closed, so I'm finished here. But you better not use your dirty old journalist tricks."
"Of course not. I have new ones." - Helga grinned at him. She knew she was still in love with this football headed jerk at some level. This love was the part of her in all her life, she would not be Helga Pataki anymore, without it. That's why she had an album with all of his articles in it.
Later they were sitting in a cafeteria near by. Helga had his black coffee as usual while Arnold was drinking some exotic tea. Helga thought it's kind of lame.
"So, how is it going with Phoebe?"
"She's fine. Just found some new founder for her teams project. And you have nothing to do about it of course."
"Well, actually I did set her up with some investors few weeks ago."
"Of course you did. You can't stay out of anything, can you Arnoldo."
"So, how is it with Joshua?"
"His fine okay! Listen freak, I don't have time for this. Would you tell me what is going on?"
"I'm getting married." - he said. The words just stroke into Helga. She didn't expect it to hurt so much. Of course she knew Arnold proposed to Lila, but it was so different to hear it from him.
"That's yesterdays news Arnoldo. Golden boy and Lila packing their things together. That makes you Mr. Perfect I guess. Congratulations"
"That is what I want to talk to you about. Phoebe will probably get her invitation next week, but you... Lila would like to ask you not to come to the wedding. You know becouse... we have history."
Of course they had history. After Helga confessed to Arnold about her feelings, he felt herself more vulnerable than ever, so she became more and more cruel toward Arnold and his friends. Even when Arnold realized she likes Helga too, the girl was so scared, that she kept pushing him away. In high school, when Helga became the Ultimate Out Of Control Teen, they hooked up with each other a lot of times, but Arnold were not able to tolerate Helga's behavior for more than a few weeks. They were obviously in love, but constantly fighting. So after three years, while they were a couple sometimes and arch enemies some other times, Arnold turned to the complete opposite of Helga: Lila. The sweet, friendly Lila, who knew she always will be the second one, but she learned to make her peace with that. Even after the party, where both Arnold and Helga got so drunk, they disappeared for several hours together, leaving Lila alone. But slowly Lila managed to get more and more influence over Arnold, who was technically forbidden to see Helga in his collage years. And know Arnold will marry Lila. It felt to Helga, like her sister Olga bet her one last time.
Some part of Helga wanted to cry really bad. She could probably cry out, bagging Arnold to not do this and perhaps stop the marriage from happening, but what's the point. She is with Joshua now, and life is much more simple this way. Much more simple for everybody.
"Like I care. I didn't even wanted to go back to that dump Hillwood for some cheesy wedding."
"Thanks, that is so nice of you for saying that. I'm so sorry Helga! Please forgive Lila. That is the one thing I could not convince her about."
"It's okay dude. Don't be such a drama queen! You spent too much time with ms. Per... with your precious Lila."
"I'm glad we're fine."
"Yeah we're all fine. We're super! Can I go know for god's shake? It's not so fun for me to talk about your wedding!" she said. She know there won't be any "friendly fun evening" with Phoebe that night. She will probably cry herself to sleep and tomorrow she will have to find out some lame excuse to Joshua, why did she cry her eyes out. Helga stood up. So did Arnold.
"Hey, would you tell Miss. Perfect that I took the news so bad, that in my fury I tormented some innocent puppies, so the poor things suffered because of her? - as they stepped outside of the street, Helga noticed a strange black van waiting with running engines in front of them.
"I really don't like to lie to my bride Helga, but in this case..." - but he could not finish it because the van just set off very fast, with squeaking wheels. It didn't hit Arnold only because Helga grabbed him of the way. Unfortunately, he landed on a dumpster As fast as the van came, it was gone. Helga tried to read it's number, but there was no license plate on it.
"Oh my god! Arnold, are you okay! Arnold!" she screamed at her on the edge of panic. In her work she had seen some wounded people, and they never had the slightest effect on her. But it was Arnold, and he meant the world to her. Fortunately his jacket suffered more damage that he did.
"Yeah, I'm okay..." he said, so Helga hugged him passionately in her relief. He hugged him back.
"It looks like someone is really pissed off on my articles."
"I can't say I'm surprised."
"Thanks for saving my life by the way." he said.
"Don't mention it hair boy. It's not the first time, and defiantly not the last."
She didn't know how right she was on that last one.
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Next episode: Furious Angels – As the number of the lame murder attempts against Arnold are growing, Helga starts to investigate in the case – with the very effective help of Old Betsy. The clues are leading back to Hillwood. When Joshua also gets attacked, it becomes obvious, that Arnold is not the only one in danger. Plus: What is really up between Arnold and Helga? Flashback time!