TTWD: Midnight Wish"Hello?" said Arnold into Helga's cell phone.
"ARNOLD?! Is that you?! Why are you on Helga's cell phone?!" shouted Phoebe so loudly that Arnold had to hold the phone at arm's length. He quickly decided that it would be better to put her on speaker so that he wouldn't kill his hearing.
"Well, uh, yea about that. She's pretty drunk right now "
Phoebe gasped and Arnold was pretty sure he could hear the clunk of her cell phone hitting the ground, indicating that she had dropped it in her shock. "What happened?! Oh goodness, Arnold, I wish I had gotten her voicemail earlier!"
"Rhonda and Harold challenged her to a drinking contest and well, you can figure how that went."
"Ohh yes. Hmph. Oh my this is quite a conundrum. I really wish I was there!"
"Yea, wish you were here too right now, Phoebe." At the sound of her best friend's name, Helga immediately stopped twirling, ran up, and snatched the phone from Arnold's hand.
"PHEEBS! I MISS YOU!!! You should have been here tonight becau
The Things We Do: SurpriseWater poured from the open sink tap and filled the cup in Arnold's outstretched hand. Upon his arrival to Rhonda's kitchen, he had been pleasantly offered a cup of whatever alcoholic concoction was in the punch bowl by Nadine, which he had politely declined. The idea of drinking and being unaware of the decisions that one makes while under the influence never did sit well with him. The only reason he ever showed up to these parties really was to ensure that his friends got home safely. Once his cup was full, he removed it and began to walk back out to the front entrance of Rhonda's home.
He thought about how Helga had become easier to get along with over the past several years. Her bullying of him had certainly decreased to a more manageable level and he felt that he was getting to know her more than ever through her English papers. By reading her English assignments during their peer editing assignments, he got a small glimpse into the side of her that she worked so hard at hiding awa
The Things We Do: A Challenge"You've reached the cell phone of Phoebe Hyerdahl. I'm not available at the moment, so please leave a message after the " BEEP!
"Hey, Pheebs. Look, I really wish I could reach you right now because I know that you would know what to do. I think Rhonda knows about 'ice cream' and she invited me to her party that's happening tonight. I'm going to go not only to make sure she doesn't spill the beans, but to also hopefully impress Arnold as Rhonda thinks this is practically my last shot. If you get this, let me know what the right thing to do is, because I don't know anymore. Well, hope you're having fun with your family in Kentucky. Miss you "
Snapping her phone shut, Helga flopped on to her bed and laid down with her legs hanging off. She let out a frustrated sigh as she weighed the options of her decision in her head. On the one hand, if she went to the party she would have to hang out with Rhonda and deal with all her classmates' rambunctious behavior, especially when they st
The Things We Do: PrologueHelga leapt back as her locker door was abruptly slammed in her face. Leaning against the lockers with her hand upon Helga's locker door was Rhonda Lloyd with a sly smirk on her face. "Hey, Helga," she said.
"Rhonda," Helga coolly replied. They had never really been friends and ever since they had reached high school, their polar opposite personalities had created a tense relationship between the two teen girls.
From behind her back, Rhonda whipped out a white envelope with Helga's name written upon it in elegant cursive writing. "Just wanted to invite you to my soiree this Saturday night at my home. It's going to be the party of the year, and you don't want to miss it."
Raising her eyebrow, Helga took the invite and asked, "What're you up to, bucko?" It wasn't like Rhonda to include her in social events, so this was definitely out of the ordinary.
"I figured that I'd give you a chance to prove before we graduate at the end of the year that you are, in fact, a girl!" simpered Rhonda. S
Blind Date: Time Heals AllBlearily opening her eyes, Helga looked about her room as the first rays of morning poured in from her window. She slowly sat up and clutched her head, trying to recall the events of the previous night. Once she had pulled back her covers to reveal that she was still in the same dress from last night, everything came back to her. Arnold's realization she was Cecile, their reconnection over French cuisine, the pier, that kiss It wasn't a dream at all. It had all happened and she had ran away from it due to her own insecurities. Silently cursing herself, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and leapt out.
On her way to her closet something caught Helga's eye that made her abruptly stop in her tracks. Out of her peripheral vision she had noticed that something was not quite right at her desk. Walking over towards her desk, she searched for whatever it was that had given her the feeling that something had changed. Her fingers touched the mirror that sat upon the desk as she si
Blind Date: Forgive and Forget"I'm sorry," Helga repeated as she searched Arnold's face for any signs of hostility. Arnold stared back at Helga with his emerald eyes as he mulled over what she had just said. He had known for a long time that her actions that night had been rash and that she had regretted them. In fact he had silently forgiven her in his mind a while ago, deciding to move on from the incident rather than dwell on it.
With a smile and squeeze of her hand, Arnold quietly said, "I know." A wave of relief washed over Helga as she smiled as well, knowing that Arnold had forgiven her. However, the unshakeable guilt still remained in the pit of her stomach like a rock and she didn't know if it would ever erode away. They stood in silence as they took in the moonlit ocean and the stars sparkling in the night sky above them. The sound of waves crashing beneath the pier soothed Helga's rattled nerves and made her feel more at ease with everything. She couldn't help but wonder why Arnold was so quic
Blind Date: Unspeakable NightIn record time he reached the front door of the Pataki's household. He rang the doorbell repetitively until a very annoyed Bob swung the door open. Arnold dashed in underneath his arm as Bob shouted after him, "Whattaya think you're doing?!"
"Sorry, Mr. Pataki! I gotta see Helga!" Arnold yelled back as he scrambled up the stairs. Bob just waved his hand and sauntered back into the living room to watch more of his favorite game show, figuring that the two teens could work whatever their drama was out on their own.
Once he reached the top of the stairs, he slammed Helga's door open with such force that it caused the wall to shake a little. Helga's head snapped up and she leapt off her bed as Arnold ran towards her. "Helga, I'm so so sorry! I know that I forgot your birthday and I know that I should have at least called or something! Gah, I messed up! Really messed up! How can I make this up to you?" He pleadingly looked at her as she turned away from him and looked in her mirror. She cou
Blind Date: Forget Me NotArnold snipped the ribbon and stood back to admire his handiwork. On his desk sat a pink gift bag filled with maroon tissue paper with the handles tied together by a simple pink ribbon. He liked the ribbon as it reminded him a lot of Helga's omnipresent pink bow. Today was her fourteenth birthday, and being the great friend that he was he had picked out a gift she was sure to love. A leather bound journal with gold trimmed pages that would surely be filled with her poems within a few months. She was never too keen on sharing her poems with him, and this had always been a point of confusion for him seeing as how close they were. Through this gift, he not only hoped to make her happy, but to also provide her with a vessel through which she could share her beautiful poems with him.
Snatching the bag up off his desk, he ran downstairs with his flannel shirt flying behind him. He had recently made the huge decision to flip his shirts, and now his red and yellow plaid shirt hung over his gre