𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒, k.jacobs

TWELVE.

TWELVE ;
new beginnings

real life !

Marley had a bad history with Tuesdays. Anybody who knew her well enough could tell you that. She hated them for a multitude of reasons, some more childish than others.

The first time she had realized she hated Tuesdays was when she was ten. Somehow both of her younger siblings had been born on a Tuesday two years apart. Ten and twelve year old Marley wasn't too excited about having younger siblings that much younger than her ( or at all, if she was honest ).

The second time had been a bit less embarrassing to admit than the birth of her younger siblings. She had been fourteen years old and it was the first time she thought her heart had been broken.

She had been over it in a day.

Marley liked to think it was pretty fucked up of the universe to break her heart for the first ( and she hoped for the last ) time on a Tuesday. Of course her had Karl had started their break on that stupid day and of course she was forced to think about it more than she already did every time that day came around.

It was Tuesday, and Marley was starting to think she really should have called in sick. She definitely was not fit to be around people considering she had already almost snapped at three different customers.

She was having a bad day. It had now been a month and a half since she had felt the most severe heartbreak in here life. The kind of heartbreak she knew would linger forever.

The funny ( or sad ) part was they weren't even officially separated! Not really. They weren't together, but they weren't not still exclusive towards each other. Marley wasn't sure how she would ever be handle that.

She hadn't seen Karl in two weeks. Not since the whole wallet incident that still hadn't completely gone away. She briefly wondered if he had been avoiding her.

Marleys suspicions were quickly forgotten when she noticed a familiar set of brown curls waiting by her car. She had just gotten off work and she wanted nothing more than to face plant on her bed and never leave her house again.

But Karl was there. And he was holding a single rose in one hand and a steaming cup of hot chocolate in the other. Sheepishly, he handed them both over to her, careful not to touch her hand directly. Once they were out of his hands, he quickly stuffed them in his pockets and offered her a hesitant smile.

"I know Tuesdays are always your worst day here," he started as he nervously met her curious gaze. "I just...wanted to make you smile. Sorry if that was weird or something."

Marley smiled softly at him as she smothered the heartbreak and ignored the way her fingers twitched towards him, desperately wanting to pull him close.

"Thank you," she said as she watched him light up. "Today sucked and this has made it so much better, so thank you. I appreciate it."

He grinned at her and she briefly wondered if that was the first genuine smile he had given her since they officially but not really separated.

"Of course," he finally said. "I was in the area and I just remembered how much you would talk about how awful Tuesdays were so...here I am."

"Here you are," she said quietly. "What else did you need, Karl?"

He squinted at her, "Sorry?"

"The last time you did this it was when you were telling me you were going to California for a week. What's going on?"

He sighed softly and pushed his curls out of his eyes, "I don't know why I expected you to let me chicken out of this. You've always been freakishly observant."

Marley nodded, but said nothing.

"Okay," he started before taking a deep breath. "I don't...um, I don't really know how breaks work. But it's been a month and a half, today by the way, and I just want things to be better. I figured we could maybe...try dinner out and go from there?"

She blinked at him, suddenly feeling like she might throw up everywhere.

As if noticing her inner thoughts, Karl quickly continued. "Hey, don't worry! I'm not saying this to get out of explaining what happened at the beach, I just...want things to be okay between us again. I want to be able to look at you, hell I want to be able to think about you without wanting to fucking cry. Mars, I promise i'll explain everything...I just don't know how to do it without ruining everything even more. You don't have to go—,"

She interrupted him before he could drive himself even crazier. "When?"

He froze, eyes going wide. "When?"

Marley nodded, "When did you want to go?"

"Does Sunday work for you?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to grin, all previous worry seemingly disappearing. "You know it does. I never have any plans anymore. Way to rub it in my face."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead he simply laughed and quickly nodded. "Okay. Sunday it is. I'll pick you up around seven?"

"Sure."

He had left after that. His smile was so wide she would have assumed he had just won the lottery, not just secured a date with his almost ex but not quite.

Suddenly, her Tuesday began to feel a lot brighter, something that rarely ever happened.

It wasn't until she got home and noticed a small note attached to the rose that simply said,

" FUCK TUESDAYS >:( "

That night, Marley decided that maybe, just maybe, Tuesdays weren't that bad after all.

A/N
it's 1am and idk if this chapter makes sense but IDC #yolo