Its a HelgaArnold Thing

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold, or the characters in this story dispite the fact that i should because I definately would have made The Jungle Movie. I just wrote this ages ago, and because of college exams I basically just forgot about it.

Pairings: Helga/Arnold (obviously!) and probably a bit of Greald/Pheobe, well see where it goes from here ^__^

FYI: This is kind of taking the idea from the film 'It's a BoyGirl Thing' or 'Freaky Friday' I'm not gonna lie They're about 16 in this fic

Obviously i will update as soon as I can! Enjoy! ^__^

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Its a HelgaArnold Thing (Intro)

Summary: Imagine waking up in the wrong bed, in the wrong house and in the wrong body…
Now two sworn enemies will experience life as the opposite sex. But to survive in each other's bodies, they'll need to go to extreme lengths.

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"Oh Arnold! My love, my sweet light in this bitter darkness of the world. I can no longer keep my heart chained inside my chest for it longs to burst out and entwine itself with yours. Oh, my dearest sweetheart, I love you with all my being!" Helga sang to her dear beloved.
"Oh most beautiful Helga I too feel the same way, but I don't believe words can express even the slightest part of the amount I love you." He answered dreamily, "Though perhaps a gesture of my love instead would suffice for my love?"
"Of course my angel! I will be honoured to accept any token of your love!"
With that, the world around them became unfocused, their hearts raced and their lips…
"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!" a drouning voice broke their moment and before she knew it, before their lips even touched, Arnold had turned and was walking away curiously toward the sound.
"No, wait! Arnold! Wait for me, my love!" Helga cried across the darkness creaping in.
"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!" the voice kept inticing him in; as if in a trance that made him def to her cries.
Helga tried to break into a run, as with every passing second Arnold was being lead away into the darkness; always just that bit faster than her, but the more she tried the heavier her legs felt, and the slower she moved.
"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold!"
"No Arnold wait! It's a trap!"
Suddenly he was gone, taken by the infectious darkness, "NO! ARNOLD! NOOOOOO!!!"


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Helga awoke bolt upright and heart racing. "Oh it was just another dream", she realised sleepily; eyes drooping.
"Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Arnold! Hey Ar-" the small object kept chanting like a broken record. Without a second thought Helga punched it, slamming it hard into the wall and causing it to crumble under her brute force. "Ahh…that's better." She turned to look at it, not really taking in more than what seemed to once have been an alarm clock, "so you're the little bastard that woke me up from the best dream I've had in ages" her face was calm and tired but her voice was etched with fury.

'Hang on, since when does my alarm clock repeat Arnold's name? And since when is my wallpaper blue and…wait a second…' Helga squinted around, up at the glass ceiling, to the yellow and orange carpet that hadn't changed for years and finally the red fold away sofa…no doubt about it, this was Arnold's room!

"Wow, wow, wow! What the hell!?" She jumped out of bed, slapped herself and rechecked her surroundings. Suddenly something caught her eye causing her to double-take. It was a mirror. A new full-length mirror that wasn't here last time she had sneaked inside this room, though it wasn't the mirror itself that had surprised her, but her own reflection or rather Arnold's!
She froze, horror etched into her features, well his features. Her hands touched her face, it was just how it looked in the mirror…football shaped, with mad spiky blond hair. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"


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Arnold grumbled awake, "what was that sound just now?" he said sitting up. Had he slept in? It was surprisingly dark in there, it was always bright in his room due to that huge skylight. And shouldn't his alarm have woken him long before now. 'But wait. Had Granma gone mad in the night again and changed my room while I slept…? No…But then…I wouldn't put it past her.'
Ring, ring! Ring, ring! Ring, ring! Arnold grabbed the phone beside his bed; still sleepy eyed.
"Er, hello?" he coughed, 'god, my voice sounds funny today, maybe I'm going down with something' "Arnold speaking."
"Yeah that's what you think! Looked in the mirror lately, Bucko!" came an angry voice from the other end.
"Er who is this?"
"Who the hell do you think?!! Have you even looked at yourself this morning!!!"
"Helga? Is that you? You sound…" 'She sounds like a guy but I can't say that', "…weird"
"Just look in the mirror dumbass!"
He did, but it didn't take long to wish he hadn't. Who knows, he could have at least attempted to avoid mirrors for the rest of his life.
"…Oh shit…"