fanfiction;; the walls that divide us {sid, arnold.}
title: the walls that divide us
rating: T
characters/pairing(s): arnold, sid.
notes: another part of the "memorial" series for hey arnold!, which hasn't been updated since november so i don't blame you if you don't remember it. hopefully this adds another piece to the puzzle and i'll try to get he series completely finished before the end of summer. yay!
disclaimer: hey arnold! isn't mine
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Sid asks about it one day.
It’s when they’re alone in Arnold’s room and Sid has had one too many wine coolers and the room is kind of spinning the way the world seemed to spin when Gerald died.
“You saw it, right?” His words are a little slurred but the question is there, hanging in the air and ready to drop to the ground and crash through the floor. Arnold coughs into his palm. Takes another swig of his drink because he can.
“Saw what?” He asks, even though he knows what Sid is talking about (he knows, Sid knows he knows, God knows Sid knows he knows).
Sid pauses, thinks things through. Takes off his cap to wipe his forehead (he has a scar under his eye that no one has asked about - what if he told you it was from Gerald?).
“You tell me.” Another swig. Another wall.
Arnold’s eyes water. His fist clench, and he has half a mind to tackle Sid to the ground, scream at him, destroy him from the inside out, starting with his bone. Instead, he sniffs, sets his wine cooler down, and mutters, “I haven’t told anyone.”