Author's Notes: I've missed being able to write like this and it's such a welcome feeling. I'm just hoping I don't get addicted again.
The day had passed almost halfway through and Arnold had not seen high or low of Sid since this morning. The feeling of dread that had found him this morning had not left him. In fact, he felt more worried than ever. He couldn't eat and left Gerald in the cafeteria, heading out into the courtyard for a breath of fresh air. His head felt more clouded than when he woke up this morning. Walking across the courtyard, he felt a little welcome into the queer quiet, only a few souls around as he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. The day was only half done. Damn it all.
"Here." He heard a voice next to him say. Opening his eyes, he saw a boy with very thick glasses and long dark hair offering him a cigarette.
"You look like you need it." He said to him, one already in his mouth. Normally Arnold would have rejected it, but after today, he simply sighed and took it, giving meager thanks as he took a long breath of the cancer stick. He had a little nagging feeling that he knew this person.
"Do I know you?" He asked, coughing a bit.
The boy looked over at him with contempt. "What, do I have to bite the head off a chicken or ride a giraffe to be recognized?"
He realized then in a heartbeat. "Curly? I thought you left."
Curly took a long drag of his stick. "Nope. Got on some meds and calmed down and within a couple months, everybody thinks I leave cause I'm not going insane." He blew out a puff of smoke and spit bitterly. "It's calmed me down, but made me kinda a bastard."
Arnold smirked and continued to breathe in the smoke.
Curly turned to him. "So what's wrong? You never stress and it's really easy to see when you are."
"I'm just…worried." He bit his tongue to keep from saying anymore. There was a moment of silence before Curly spoke.
"You can see it too?" Curly lowered his glasses, giving Arnold a shocking glimpse of light blue eyes that were rarely seen.
"What are you talking about?" The dread in his stomach did a back flip.
"Don't pretend Arnold. You know as well as I do that you can sense when something's going down. I can too and there's something in the air right now and it's not good." His eyes grew wider as they held Arnold's and the blond haired boy reeled back a bit.
"Curly…I think it has something to do with Sid. I saw him this morning and..."
Curly blew out another puff of smoke. "That kid's not going to make it."
Arnold turned his head suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"
Throwing down his cigarette, Curly stomped it out. "It's the calm before the storm, Arnold. I give it about two, three weeks at most. If you wanna find out what happened to him, you best do it sooner than later, because you may not have the chance to later." With that, he left Arnold standing in the courtyard, feeling worse than before. His head ached and ideas ran through his head of what he could have meant, but none seemed right. He had to find out what had happened to Sid before the dread in his stomach manifested itself into reality.