"So you guys ready to meet up with my family again?" Arnold asked as we began to start walking.
"You mean your crazy grandparents and your awesome kick ass parents?" Gerald questioned.
I raised my eyebrow in question. Phoebe had her mouth slightly agape, and Arnold just continued to stare blankly at Gerald. Before he slowly began to reply. "Uh... yes?"
"Ah hell yeah! Your family rocks!!" Gerald exclaimed.
Arnold began to laugh. I ended up smirking while Phoebe smacked Gerald's arm again. "Gerald !"
"Phoebe please stop hurting me." Gerald pleaded.
"Watch your language Gerald." Phoebe replied. Though she was trying to hold back her own laughter as well.
"Okay guys what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go." I said as I started to walk. Arnold smiled and stared at me as he started to follow me.
"Yeah let's get going." Arnold replied.
It seems as if we've been walking around this place forever. Not only was my feet sore, but I was starting to lose my patience with Gerald's constant flirting with Phoebe. I mean it's cute when Phoebe gets all flustered. Though it's irritating as hell when Gerald is always pulling the cheesiest lines yet.
For example....
"Oh Phoebe I would get lost in your eyes if your beautiful glasses wouldn't block them."
Or...
"Phoebe did I ever tell you how your eyes remind me of caramel chocolates"
And the worst pickup line of them all...
"Hey Phoebes you should come check me out at the gym. That way you can see a better side of me. If you know what I mean."
Ugh. Do you see my frustration?!
"Oh Gerald you don't have to hold my bag. I'm perfectly capable of holding it." Phoebe said while smiling.
"No I want to do it, can't have your delicate hands being ruined. Their to beautiful for that." Gerald whispered softly.
Phoebe blushed and looked away shyly.
"Okay well in that case thank you Gerald." Phoebe replied .
"Ugh oh my gosh are we almost there yet?" I groaned.
"Yes Helga were almost there." Arnold responded.
"But we have been walking for hours!" I shouted.
"Helga it's only been twenty minutes..." Arnold stated as he continued onward.
"Whatever, any longer and I'm going to go crazy!" I protested.
"I think it's a bit to late for that." Gerald added.
"Come over and say that to my face tall hair boy!" I exclaimed while running over to him.
"Ahhhh! Phoebe, your crazy friend is trying to kill me!" He yelled while hiding behind Phoebe.
"Oh Gerald don't over react." Phoebe giggled.
"Get over here!" I yelled.
"Arnold help me out man!" Gerald pleaded.
Arnold chuckled while shaking his head.
"Alright I'm coming over." Arnold answered.
"You better move back Arnold." I growled. Arnold looked at me and continued to walk towards me.
"Hey I said to step - !" I was about to shout, when I was cut off by Arnold picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I was to stunned to say anything, so I just sat there with my mouth hanging open.
"Well let's go you guys my family should be around the corner over there." Arnold replied.
He began walking with me on his shoulder still. Phoebe and Gerald had these really creepy smiles on their faces. Oh crimeny. I rolled my eyes at them.
"Put me down football head!" I snapped.
"Not a chance Helga." Arnold replied smiling. he's so enjoying this. I growled and tried to squirm my way out of his arms, but his grip on me was pretty tight. I pouted and tried my best to cross my arms.
A few minutes later I saw Arnold's grandma standing on a stack of suitcases. As if she were a sailor looking out for someone.
"Aww there he is!" His grandma exclaimed. While doing a front flip off of the suit cases.
"Oh my!" Phoebe gasped.
"Holy sh- !" Gerald said as his eyes got bigger.
My mouth was hanging open. We continued to watch as she made a perfect landing and ended up rushing towards us.
"Eleanor it's great to see you and your crew here again. Arnold's grandma said enthusiastically.
"Hey Gertie." I said while jumping off Arnold's shoulder to give her a hug.
Ever since Arnold had left I ended up spending a lot of time with his grandparents but mainly Gertie. I really like her, who would have thought we had so much in common?
"Oh I take it you guys have gotten to know each other well." Arnold commented while smiling at me. Geez, doesn't that boy know his smiles can give me a heart attack?
"Yeah well you know ... she's pretty cool so...." I began but then stopped as I noticed Arnold's stare. I swear I can drown in his eyes and die happily.
"So Helga remember my parents?" Arnold asked me as he ushered me towards his parents. How could I forget, they were the whole reason why we went to the jungle to save them. Not that I had a problem with that. Though I just simply nodded, and smiled.
If I'm being completely honest I was a little nervous to see his parents again. I didn't know whether or not Arnold had told them about my constant bullying on him. I didn't want them to hate me.
"Oh my is that really you Helga?" Arnold's mom questioned.
"Yeah it's really me. Nice to see you again Stella." I replied while looking at Phoebe. Of course she wasn't paying no attention, because of Gerald.
"Nice to see you again too, it's been so long." Stella said while giving me a hug.
"You really have grown up huh, nice to see you again." Arnold's father added while leaning over to give me a hug.
If I weren't so head over heels for Arnold I would have fallen for his father. I mean he's handsome, smart , and adventurous. I can see where Arnold got his sexiness from.
"Y-yeah I missed you guys too." I stuttered while blushing a little.
"Come on you guys I'm ready to go to the party!" Gerald shouted.
"And I need to go to the bathroom, too many raspberries." Arnold's grandpa, Phil moaned. He then began to hold his stomach, and looked green in the face. That's when me and Arnold made eye contact with each other before giving ourselves a sigh.
"Oh boy here we go again..." I trailed off.
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The Patakis
RomansIt's been five long years since Helga has seen her beloved football head. So much has changed over the years, new people and old nemesis. Which means for more drama. Helga has always had a difficult time expressing her feelings, therefore always pus...