The end of summer vacation came crashing down on me like a piano in a slapstick cartoon. Before I noticed, I only had two more days left on the island and then I would return to my normal life. Back to Hillwood, back to school, away from Helga… and it saddened me more than I thought it would. I had grown so fond of her that the thought of leaving her actually hurt. I had been bad at hiding my pain because both my parents and grandparents had noticed my sour mood.
When they started questioning me, everything just came crashing down. I told them about Helga, though I left out the more intimate details of course, and I told them how much I was going to miss her. Then they had raised an interesting question… had I even told her how I felt? I realized that I hadn't, except for that first small – though sincere – confession at the very beginning of our friendship and that was a long time ago. It hadn't even been an actual confession, I had just told her that I was interested. I had come a long way since interested. I was in love, I realized and then it just hurt even more.
On my way to my possibly last hanging out with Helga, dates as I hoped I could be cocky enough to call them, I was wondering if I had the guts to tell her how I felt. Most people would probably consider it redundant to tell a girl how you feel about her if you're in a physical relationship, but that's not how it is today, sadly enough. People are so much more likely to be physical with each other without it having some big meaning. That's not what this was to me: to me this meant something.
I was in love with Helga, but even if she felt the same way, then what? I still lived in Hillwood and she didn't. Could a long-distance relationship even work? I had only heard bad things about it. Those with a happy ending usually ended with one of them moving to the place where the other lived. We were only fifteen and had known each other for barely three months. That wasn't an option just yet.
Before I could come up with a conclusion, I was in front of Helga's door. I looked at the house curiously. It looked like every other house in this area. Big, white and with a red rooftop along with a terrace made of white wooden boards. Somehow, it resembled the house in Lilo and Stitch I noticed and knocked on the door. It was weird actually. We had been hanging out in so many places, but we had never actually hung out at her place. She told me she didn't want to expose her family to me, but today her parents were supposed to be at couples counseling so we had a few hours together.
I was sure she was exaggerating, but she had told me so many personal things about them that I had just accepted it. Honestly, I felt honored that she was so honest with me. Her mother was a closet alcoholic it seemed and her father was verbally abusive. She had mentioned an older sister, but she lived somewhere else. When I had asked her where, she had just played it off like if it was some sweet secret she didn't want to let me in on just yet. I had tried to probe into it, but she had… distracted me and then it was forgotten again.
When Helga opened the door, she smiled at me. When I recognized the pink summer dress she was wearing, I smirked too. "Seems like we both felt nostalgic, huh?" I observed as I looked down on my own red t-shirt and brown shorts. "Well, it seems fitting, right? Since I can't see you off when you go back to Hillwood." She mentioned and gestured for me to walk inside.
That was another thing Helga had refused to tell me; the reason why she couldn't see me off. She had told me she wanted to, more than anything actually, but she had something else she had to do. I understood that she couldn't see me off, but I didn't understand why she couldn't tell me the reason. Before I could have even considered questioning her, she had used that horribly sweet way of distracting me and… it was forgotten again.
When I walked inside and heard Helga close the door behind me, I had been about to compliment the living room. It was very neat and tidy, somehow not what I had expected of the place where Helga lived, but then she had grabbed me, shoved me up against the wall and kissed me fiercely. I had been caught by surprise. I lost my footing and crashed onto the floor. Well, part of my body did, but Helga was holding my head up and kept kissing me in this stretched position. When she let go, I gasped for air and let my head fall into its normal position. When I looked up at her, she was smirking mischievously at me.
"Just a taste of what's to come." She explained and offered me her hand. I blushed slightly at her words before I smiled and took her hand. I had expected her to just help me stand up, but as soon as I was, she yanked my hand forward so that I came crashing against her lips once more. She was holding me securely in her arms as she backed away, forcing me to follow her like a puppet. Then I felt myself falling on top of her when we reached a couch I hadn't even noticed and she snaked her legs around my waist. She bucked violently against me, causing me to shudder and then she let go of my lips.
I was breathing so hard that I almost feared that I would die right then. I would die happy, but nevertheless die. Helga was giving me a chance to breathe, though only for about five seconds. Her hands went to my chest and she pinched my nipples cruelly and I gasped, but then her hands left me again.
I opened my eyes and saw her smile at me. A normal, sweet smile that made my knees buckle so it was a good thing that they were placed securely on the couch. She put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me tenderly, a kiss much in contrast to the former heated ones on this day. "I want you." she whispered against my lips, a ghostly feeling spreading across them. She leaned back and I looked at her with big eyes. "I want to go all the way…" she said with a smile, but I could see the slight uncertainty in her eyes. "Can we?"
It took me a couple of seconds before a very big grin spread across my face. Upon seeing that, Helga smiled broadly too, though a little shyly and then kissed me again. I snuck my arms beneath her back and caressed it sweetly as my tongue explored her mouth. It didn't matter how many times we kissed, I was sure this feeling of butterflies roaming around in the pit of my stomach would never disappear. She still smelled and tasted like vanilla like the first time I had kissed her. It was still so intoxicating and it made my eyes roll back in my head.
When Helga's legs around my waist tightened though and I felt my already growing member push against her, I realized what this meant. I was about to lose my virginity to a girl I was in love with, but she didn't know that and I didn't know what she felt about me either. Could I really go through with it if it turned out to be just something fun and casual for her? Wouldn't I regret that? Helga could feel my enthusiasm falling it seemed because she let go of my lips and looked at me worriedly.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a small voice. I looked at her seriously, grabbed her by her hips and hoisted her up. She ended up sitting on my lap, both of her legs still wrapped around my hips and her hands on my shoulders. "I'm in love with you." I said without any preparation whatsoever or any warning. Her eyes widened at the sudden confession and then I heard myself ramble. "I-I mean I like you. Really like you. Like you like you. No, scratch that. I'm in love with you… and I don't want this to be the last time I see you. I don't want this to be the last time I hold you, kiss you, touch you, hear your voice, feel you pressed against me… I don't want this to end, but I know I have to go home and you have to stay, but I just need to know if - - "
Before I could continue, Helga's hand was upon my mouth. A feeling of déjà vu ran through me, but the way she looked at me wasn't like when we had first met. Back then, she had been blushing furiously, even frowning in embarrassment… this time, she was smiling somberly, a somewhat patient expression on her face.
"I didn't expect a love confession…" she muttered teasingly and smiled broadly enough to show me her teeth. I wasn't sure what to make of her words or her expression when her hand fell from my mouth and was put on my cheek instead. Her other hand also went to my cheek and she sighed a bit. "I guess… to you feelings need to be expressed through words before you get it, huh?" she said and chuckled for a mere second. She then took a deep breath and told me the sweetest words I would ever hear: "I'm in love with you."
To me, I suddenly understood why love was always referred to as walking on a pink cloud because I felt myself floating. My heart was beating fast, my head was spinning and my mouth went dry. "Really…?" I asked in a small voice, still a little unable to believe her. She opened her eyes and smirked at me. "I wouldn't lie about such a thing." She said before smacking me at the back of my head. I snickered at the slight pain, but she could probably have punched me in the stomach and I wouldn't have cared. I was just so happy that I didn't know where to turn. "Didn't you think I knew you had feelings for me?" she asked a little mockingly and crossed her arms. "You're not as suave and mysterious as you think so."
"You can bully me all you want, Helga…" I said and put my hands on her back. "Nothing you say can make me sad or even happier than I am right now." I continued. For a moment, I was sure I could see a glint in her eyes. The same glint that appeared whenever she was about to prank me or prove me wrong. It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared though and I was left wondering if that glint had meant anything.
"Well then…" she said and put her hands on my thighs as close to my hips as physically possible without actually touching. "How about I do something that can make you happier?" she suggested and nuzzled her nose against mine. My eyes flickered at all the images that roamed through my mind and I just become a puddle of goo in her embrace when she kissed me again.
I put one of my hands on the back of Helga's head and pulled her closer against me. She responded by placing her arms lazily upon my shoulders and then sliding them towards herself until her hands were upon my cheeks once more. My tongue started searching for hers desperately. When I found it, I somehow felt the same relief as if I had just come home from a long and tough day at school. The vanilla scent from her lips smelled like safety and home.
The problem was that she wasn't home. She was going to be far away from now on and a bit of sting came to my heart when I remembered that. I felt her hands go to my pants, brushing over one of my pockets in the process and then I remembered something. "Is that your phone?" she asked absentmindedly and poked at the hard object in my pocket. "No." I said with a bit of a grin and she quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, Arnold…" she said in a bit of wonder and I laughed. "It's not that either." I explained and shoved myself back a little bit.
Helga stayed put on my knees while I put my hand in my pocket. "It's a little cheesy, but… I saw it and I just wanted to… give it to you." I muttered as I tried catching ahold of it. "Are you sureit's not that?" she asked teasingly and I just rolled my eyes before I pulled the object out of my pocket. "Positive." I answered and her eyes widened. "Arnold…" she said in wonder and touched the golden heart-shaped locket I was currently holding by the chain.
"I know it's… silly, but I just… I don't know." I muttered with blushing cheeks. I had never given a girl a gift before and I had never imagined myself actually walking into a jewelry store. The clerk, the female clerk, had teased me so much and all the women around me had done the same thing until I had finally jogged out of the store, necklace in hand, with such red cheeks that a few people around me thought I would faint due to the heat.
"I love it." Helga said and finally took it from my hand. She connected her eyebrows curiously and opened the locket. "There's no picture." She observed simply and looked at me. I shrugged. "Well… I didn't know what you'd want so…" I apologized and she rolled her eyes.
"I want a picture of you, stupid!" she said and pushed me at my shoulder. I admit that a part of me had hoping for that, but also feared it. The thought that a girl was carrying my picture in a heart-shaped locket was extremely embarrassing… but also rather satisfying. "Come on!" she said, jumped off my legs and grabbed my hand. Before I could react, she pulled my off the couch and started running deeper into the house with me. We went all the way through the hallway and then went into what I presumed was her room.
I looked around when Helga let go of my hand. She moved to somewhere else in the room while I started observing my new surroundings. Somehow, her room was what I had expected and yet not at all. It seemed like she couldn't decide whether to make it punkish or feminine. The colors in the room were mostly black, white and of course pink. I noticed very few specific objects in the room; the painting of a bleeding heart on one wall, a bouquet of pink roses in a black vase on one of the windowsills and then when I noticed the bed… the rest of the room was forgotten. It was big, double king sized, and I momentarily wondered why she had such a big bed until I remembered that her family had quite a lot of money. The duvet and the pillows were white with artsy roses and stems.
Before I knew what was happening, Helga had suddenly grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it above my head. I turned around to look at her in surprise, only to see a camera in front of her eyes and snapping a picture of me. "You want a picture of me like this?!" I asked in embarrassment and backed away. "I want a picture of you like this." she confirmed and walked towards me. She kept approaching me until I felt something soft at the hollow of my knees and I fell backwards onto the bed. She straddled my legs before I could back away and took another picture of me.
"You know, Arnold… you look good on my bed." She said and snapped another picture of me. I shook my head and then smiled at her with what was probably adoration in my eyes because she suddenly blushed a little bit and took another picture. "Perfect." She stated before putting the camera on nightstand next to the bed. She then opened the locket, swatted her hair to the side and closed it around her neck. "How does it look?"
I gazed at Helga for what was probably an indecent amount of time because she suddenly giggled. "I guess words are unnecessary if it makes you ogle me like that." she said before leaning down and kissing me again. I sighed into the kiss and put my hands at the back of her head. Seeing her with the necklace I had bought for her on, it had somehow made this all the more real. We really had feelings for each other and we really were about to have sex… make love.
No, don't describe it like that. I told myself when I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks. This was all so very real and I didn't feel nearly as nervous as I had done all the other times we had been intimate. I was confident because she had told me how she felt about me. It was a rather ticklish feeling to know that I was kissing a girl who was in love with me… and who I was in love with. I didn't want to think about going home in a couple of days, I didn't want to worry about what we were going to do in the future, I just wanted to have this moment to hold onto.
I felt my hands traveling beneath Helga's dress and onto her back. She arched it, making her spine feel so much more apparent against my fingers. My hand kept traveling up until it was around her neck and before I could do it, she grabbed the dress and pulled it over her head. She threw it away while I gazed at her underwear. She was wearing a very small dress, a negligée. It was black with a pink bow in the middle of her chest. It was simple, cute… and I wanted it off. I used the hand on her back to push her down to me so I could bury my face in her breasts. She giggled when I stuck my tongue out and tickled her with it. I could feel her bare legs shuttering next to mine and it caused goose bumps to appear on my skin.
I then grabbed Helga's wrists, catching her by surprise, and flipped us around so that I was hovering above her. She gave me a look of slight surprise, especially when my thighs forced her legs upwards so that they rested around my waist, but she also bit at her lower lip in anticipation. I would never have thought I'd have the confidence to actually take the lead, but she gave me that confidence. I leaned down to kiss her, subconsciously grinding against her and she gave a high-pitched moan before bucking against me encouragingly. She didn't need to give me the hint twice before I started a very rough grinding against her and we both moaned continuously.
"Arnold, you're driving me insane!" Helga suddenly told me and I couldn't help but put on a proud and boyish grin on my face. It was a… rather amazing feeling to be told that I had this big an impact on her. "You've been driving me insane ever since I met you." I told her and put my hands on her thighs, pulling her closer to me. "It's my turn." I added. She gulped, but then sighed almost dreamily. "Why do the things I do always end up biting me in the ass?" she asked sarcastically. Without even hesitating, I then pulled her roughly up to my mouth and bit at one of her buttocks as I laid back down on the mattress.
"Arnold!" Helga squealed once she landed, straddling my face. "You can't be - - oh, God!" she gasped once my tongue licked at the spot I had just bitten, as if trying to soothe it. Did I really just do that?! The back of my mind asked me, but I swatted the thought away; I knew it would end up having me question why my gentle side had suddenly been replaced with… whatever this was. I didn't even know I had a bad side or had the guts to do something like this.
I could feel that Helga was doing her best to stay still in order not to choke or strangle me, but she was also moaning louder than I had ever heard her before. I subconsciously noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties beneath the nightgown and in the back of my mind, I was thankful for that in more ways than one. This little stunt of mine would have been ruined completely if I'd had to get her off of me in order to get her panties off and then my bravery might have left me in the process.
I let my tongue slither out of my mouth, licking at nowhere in particular, I believed. The taste was a bit sour, bitter maybe, but not nearly as bad as the boys had made it sound. When my tongue continue to experimentally licking, I caught a whiff of something sweet and I gave an internal laugh when I noticed the faint hint of vanilla.
For a moment, I thought I was insane, but then another thought crossed my mind; she had probably been showering before I came over and there existed vanilla scented anything today. It made me a little happy to know that, just like me, she had been expecting this to happen as well. I had been showering for a good half hour myself before I went to her house.
Helga's hands suddenly came crashing down on my thighs as she leaned backwards, still moaning like crazy. I felt her nails dig into the fabric of my shorts and I automatically bend my knees as if to provide some leverage for her back. She chuckled for a moment at my, what I presumed she would have described as silly, but gallant action, but the giggle into yet another groan and her hands grabbed my knees as she leaned even further backwards, with now her torso between my legs. I snaked my arms around her thighs and pulled her closet to me in order for her not to fall too far away from me.
Helga's arching back caused friction against my erection and I groaned a little at the feeling. She seemed to notice because suddenly the arching of her back became more fluid like water, but much rougher also. I put one of my hands on her stomach and grabbed ahold of the fabric in a weak attempt at holding back my own groaning. She gasped a little when my dull nails dug into the soft flesh on her stomach, but all she did was to swat my hand away and then hoisted herself up in a sitting position. I opened my eyes and watched her as she pulled the dress over her head, revealing her completely naked form to me. I had seen it before, well mostly, but it still made me blush.
Helga then did something I hadn't expected. She used her hands on my knees to push my legs back down and then, with her eyes still locked on mine, her hands started to unzip my pants. I gawked at her in slight wonder: I figured it would be a little difficult to unzip anything from behind yourself and without being able to see what you're doing, but within seconds she was already pulling my shorts down along with my boxers. I gasped against her sex when her hand came in contact with my length and she started pumping slowly. Her eyes were foggy, but she didn't close them and somehow, I couldn't tear my gaze off her either.
It wasn't until I hit a sensitive spot on Helga and her hold around me tightened a little too much that we tore our gaze off each other. "S-Sorry." She said and put her hands back on my thighs. It was a relief really; I couldn't focus at what I myself was doing while she was doing that to me. I slowly noticed her reactions according to what I did to her. If I exhaled through my nose, she would shiver. If my tongue traveled upwards, she would gasp. If my tongue would go inside, she would moan loudly and continuously until I did something else. Her sounds were driving me insane and I couldn't wait anymore.
"H-Helga." I sighed and she nodded to me unspoken question. With very little trouble, she put her palms next to my head and then jumped backwards so that she was straddling my lap instead. I had expected her to want to lie down on her back, but instead she simply placed herself on her knees next to me, pulled my shorts and boxers all the way off only to straddle me once again.
"Ready?" Helga asked and caressed my cheek. I nodded tentatively and watched as she grabbed ahold of me and positioned me at her entrance. For a mere moment, I saw a tint of nervousness on her face, but I never got to ask her if she was sure about this before the most heated feeling overpowered me and I groaned loudly. I shivered. I shivered a lot until she leaned forward and gave me a small kiss on my chest. It did not feel like I had expected at all. She was so warm that it was almost scary. Warm, moist, no, wet and she was tight around me.
When I was finally capable of opening my eyes, Helga was looking the same as I did: cheeks flushed, eyes foggy and her lips slightly parted as she breathed hard. "I-I guess… it isdifferent." She observed absentmindedly and I heard myself asking what she meant. She chuckled for a mere second, her body still shaking a little bit. "To be honest… you're actually my first." She told me and I gawked at her.
"What…?" I inquired in shock. She shrugged innocently, but I felt a bit of anger boil in me. "Why didn't you tell me? Doing it like this then… didn't it hurt?" I asked, feeling fear run through me that this had hurt her. "A-Arnold, let me say this as innocently as I can…" she said and put her hands on my chest. "You're the first… uh… Oh, for crying out loud, forget modesty. I have a toy, ok?"
"A…" I muttered and then blushed furiously. "Oh…" I muttered, barely understanding what Helga had just told me. "Oh." I repeated and then gasped loudly. "Oh!" I said and put my hand to my mouth. She snickered at the shocked expression on my face. "So this feeling is a little familiar, but… naturally, you're bigger…" she muttered and leaned down to kiss me nose. "And warmer." She added.
I blushed a little at her words and couldn't help but start imagining her like that: naked on her bed in this room, moaning loudly as she was pleasing herself with a - - "Ow!" I exclaimed when I felt her flick my forehead, forcing me out of my reverie. "Don't imagine it!" she ordered with an accepting smirk, but also a scolding look on her eyes. "S-Sorry…" I muttered as I smiled like a naughty boy.
Helga rolled her eyes and the glint in her eyes should have warned me that she would have lifted herself off me only to crash down violently. I made a choked sound in shock at the slight pain it had caused, but mostly because of the wave of pleasure that had gone up my spine. I had been about to give her a frown, but then she repeated the action only much gentler this time, causing a small moan to roll of my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at her as she continued… riding me.
Oh, God! D-Don't think of it like that! I scolded myself when I felt embarrassment roam through me again. If I think about it too much, I'll get nervous again. I thought and just put my hands on her thighs, doing my best to buck up against her as well. In order to do that, I put my feet solidly on the bed and used my bend legs to move inside her.
Helga made a sound that had indicated it should have been a gasp, but it turned into a prolonged moan and she leaned back against my legs. I looked at her, and laughed inside my head, when I saw how casually she was leaning against my legs, having her arms hanging above them and everything. When she saw the confused smirk on my face, she leaned forward again, placed her hands on my chest and then tightened around me.
I gasped at the weird feeling, shortly wondering how she had done that, when she did it again. It was as if the walls around my erection grew tighter whenever I would pull out of her and then loosen when I would go inside again. I had no idea how she was doing it, but it caused a very long series of moans as she kept doing that.
I don't know if Helga had felt even a hint of pain in the beginning, though she would later admit to me that it had stung a bit, but if she had then she definitely didn't feel it after a few minutes. She was grinding on me like crazy, looking like someone who had been possessed or was afraid of dying if she didn't continue. Her eagerness was thrilling and contagious to say the least and I felt my hips starting to ache in a familiar feeling.
"H-Helga!" I called, causing her to open her eyes. A look from me was all it took for her to understand and then she grabbed my hands. Pulling a gasping me up in a sitting position, she pulled me against her and kept riding furiously on me as she kissed me. The kiss was very sloppy, but neither of us cared once the pleasure was at its peak and we gasped simultaneously. She kept bumping on me for a few more times before she leaned backwards, practically collapsing on the soft mattress behind her.
I put my limp arms over her torso and breathed heavily against her stomach. My fingers caught ahold of the necklace on her chest and I started playing with it absentmindedly. The image of her with closed eyes, flushed cheeks and lips parted in an inaudible moan, her body naked, but wearing that golden necklace would be etched into my mind forever.
"That… was… oh, God…" Helga whispered tiredly and laughed at her own inability to describe what we had both just experienced for the first time. "Agreed." I concurred with a chuckle. She smiled at me before I felt her feet connect with the mattress and she pulled me out of her by throwing herself backwards. I almost felt cold at the lack of skin contact from her, but she instantly grabbed my hands and yanked me down next to her. She snuggled against me and I felt her breath tickle my neck while her leg went over my waist, wrapping it around me as if to avoid me disappearing. I wasn't planning on going anywhere and I proved that to her by starting to nuzzle her hair with my hand while turning a little to the side so that I could kiss her forehead.
We stayed there for I didn't know how long. When we got our energy back, we did it again… and then again… until we were both so exhausted that all we had the energy for was to lie lazily against each other, our limps sprawled unceremoniously on the bed.
Going home two days later had been horrible. Helga and I had been talking on the phone for so long that I barely even noticed when Sunset Arms, the place I lived, came into view. I had grabbed my luggage and thrown it into my room without much thought about it and just continued talking with her. We talked for so long that once we said goodnight, my throat had actually become so dry that I had to go and get some water. My parents and grandparents had asked me how I felt and I had admitted that I didn't feel all the good and nor did I really have the urge to go to school the next day either. I did though and I was greeted with most of the boys from my class.
"Hey, Arnold! What's up, dude. How was your summer?" Gerald asked and lifted his hand. We did our signature handshake and for the first time since coming home, I felt a little more at ease. I had actually missed the boys while I had been gone and I couldn't wait to tell them about Helga. "Pretty good." I said as innocently as I could, but the broad smile on my face had them look at me suspiciously. "What does that face mean?" Sid asked and leaned closer. I tried to force my smile away to very little success. "Did you meet a girl?!" Harold asked with his mouth and eyes big and I nodded, trying to stifle a chuckle that sounded too much like a giggle.
"Oh, boy howdy, way to go, Arnold! What's 'er name?" Stinky asked eagerly. "Helga…" I said and they nodded. "Tell us about her!" they told me and I did. I told them about her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her sassy attitude, her pranks, her everything really. "She sounds great, man! So did you get your first kiss?" Gerald asked and wiggled his eyebrows.
I chuckled a little at the irony of the question. "I… got more than that." I said and had to bite at the inner flesh of my mouth to contain my smile just a little bit. My friends looked at each other skeptically. "Yeah, right!" Harold suddenly exclaimed and laughed loudly, which the other boys started doing as well. "What?" I asked with a frown. "It's just…" Gerald said and put an apologizing hand on my shoulder. "You? With a girl, you have known for a few months and someone you might not see again. I don't know; it just doesn't sound like you, man."
"Maybe not, but it's the truth." I insisted with a frown and the boys snickered again. "Oh, please!" Sid insisted and doubled over laughing. I was started to get really irritated with them. "I'm telling you. Helga is real! I didn't make her up!" I said, but they continued laughing. "She is real." I insisted once more before sighing. "Oh, she's real all right." A female voice said behind me and we all turned to look at the owner of the voice. "Real annoying, really confusing and never where you expect her to be."
My eyes widened when I saw who was in front of me, leaning casually up against the fence as if that was where she was supposed to be. "Helga?!" I exclaimed loudly. "Helga?!" the boys repeated in shock and gawked at her. "She's real?" Harold questioned in a low voice, probably voicing the thought of every boy around me, but I didn't hear them.
Helga started approaching us, holding her hands innocently behind her back, bouncing a little with every step she took. "Hi there, Football Head." She said before leaning forward so that she was at my eye level and causing the golden heart-shaped locket to appear from beneath her blouse. In the back of my mind, I noticed and was so happy to see her wearing it.
"What… What are you doing here?" I asked Helga excitedly first, but then frowned. "Wait. What are you doing here?" I asked in confusion and she snickered at me as she arched her back again. "Did I forget to tell you? I moved to Hillwood about a half year ago to live with my sister." She told me innocently and I gawked at her. "What? But… you told me that… You told me… You told me that you wanted to get away from that island!" I insisted. "And I did. A half year ago." She said slowly as if talking to a small child.
"But… what about those friends of yours?"
"I grew up with them, Arnold, it's not like they forget me after only a half year."
"But why were you at - - "
"I was visiting my parents."
"But… why didn't you tell me?!" I asked in an almost hurt voice. "And miss the look on your face when you saw me in front of your school?" Helga asked and nuzzled her nose against mine. "No way." She whispered and leaned back up again. I was astounded. Helga had on purpose never mentioned that she actually lived in Hillwood, that she actually already knew all the places I had told her about in my hometown, she had tricked me! Again!
"Oh, but the part about not seeing my sister all that often was true." Helga told me and I tried to remember what she had told me. Olga, her big sister, was apparently attempting to become an actress so she was out to doing rehearsals, voice training and all such things almost 24/7. "Wait… Olga living in Hillwood is not the reason you never talk with her. It's because of the acting! That's why you refused to tell me where Olga lived!" I realized.
"And…?" she probed and I realized even more. "And the reason why you couldn't see me off was because you were going back here yourself! You never told me about all this just to prank me?!" I asked in slight anger. "And I must say it's the best prank I have ever pulled." She said with a smirk. I was ready to throw a hissy fit, but she seemed to notice that and when she leaned forward to kiss me, the anger was forgotten.
I sighed into the kiss, feeling some sort of relief washing over me. I didn't want to admit it, but I had feared that I would never get to feel like this again; nervous, excited and eager all at the same time. I could hear the soft and confused murmurs from the boys around me, but they were easy to ignore. When Helga leaned back, I smiled at her, giving her a very clear sign that she was forgiven.
"Remember, Football Head." She said and then turned her back to me. "I practically live alone…" she reminded me as she kept walking until she reached the fence. She then turned her head to give me a look that told me that whatever she was planning to say, it would make the boys around me green with envy. "Take advantage of it."