Hey Monday-Sincerely, Tuesday

Tuesday-Monday's letters

Good luck Tuesday, it's time we face obstacles on our own.  I know you've got the strength in you.

Signed,

Monday

I folded Monday's letter back  into its envelope.  The boy hated licking envelopes, so  he had superglued the flap  shut.  I had to hack the letter open  with a pair of scissors the size of my forearm.  I sighed, still tired, but I had woken up  the moment the mail truck had rumbled by.  Letters took a long time to get from  Tampa to NYC, but letter writing had always been a thing between  Monday and me.  Whether it was writing letters when we went on vacations to seperate spots, or writing notes in class, we always had letters to the other.  We tried texting, but it ate at our minutes and we were both writers, so we wrote letters.

Writing was the only way I felt close to Monday now that he was in New York City.  I was wearing a pair of Monday's boxer shorts and a Killers concert tee he had bought me (he did treat me like a little sister, always buying me whatever I wanted, spoiling me rotten).  Despite the fact that the clothes had his spicy, clean scent-like aftershave and soap-he still felt so far away.  I flopped back on the pillows, missing the feel of Monday next to me, who always crawled in through my window every morning, whether I was awake or not.

I was drifting off, falling back asleep when the cordless phone on my end table rang.  I roaned, and palmed the table until  I felt the phone in my hand. "WHAT?!"  I shrieked into the phone, displeased with the awakening.  

"Good morning to you too, Tuesday," said the voice I hadn't heard in what felt like forever.  "I had no idea that your anger management problems applied to me."

"Monday!" I shouted, my anger quickly subsided.  "Sorry, I was half-asleep, and I don't have anger problems! I have idiot problems!"

"Awww, poor Tuesday, can't handle her own stupidity," he cackled, his raspy, phlemy laugh so familiar and comforting to me. 

"Shut up, you moron.  I'm a lot smarter than you'll ever be."

"Really...who got the A in math?"

"You..." I grumbled.

"And who managed only a C+ in math?"

"Me..."

"Good girl.  Who's the moron now?"

"Still you.  Because in every other subject I maintained an A, and I needed to tutor you in Science to prevent you from failing." I snorted into the phone. 

"Crap, that reminds me, who in all of the world will tutor me in Physical Science this year?" I could hear the panic in Monday's voice. 

"I can, I have Honors Biology, so videochat me and we'll work on it together." I glanced at my schedule.  French I, Honors Biology,Geometry (yuck), Symphonic band, Accelerated English 9, and American History next year.  I was highly displeased with the content of it, because Monday wasn't there to pass notes to  me in class.  

"I see, but what about Geometry?"

"I hate you so much right now," I growled. 

"Kidding Tuesday, kidding.  I'm sure you'll have friends who  can help you, and we can work on your math in videochat as well," he said, his voice so reassuring I would've hugged him if he was here.  "Plus, we've got 2 weeks before school starts, so don't get my boxers in a bunch about it."

"How did you know I was in your boxers?" I said. 

"Look up, you nimrod."

I glanced up at my computer, where my videochat was up, and Monday was siting there in pretty much an  identical outift.  I hung up the phone, and rushed over to the computer screen.  Seeing Monday's chiseled face, navy blue eyes, and mop of scruffy blond hair made me burst into tears. 

"Whoa, Tuesday, cool it. It's just me,"  he said, but I could see that he was happy.  I put my hand on the screen, and he put his on the screen.  I twas our way of saying hi, but I coudln't feel his warm skin.  It didn't matter though, it was something, and I knew what it felt like. 

We kept talking, about anything and everything, like nothing was different.  Eventually his mom started yelling at him to start unpacking, and he had to sign off.  I closed my laptop, unsatisfied.  The hole in my heart was way bigger, and the only way to fill it was to get my Monday back. 

I stomped downstairs, and got out my cereal.  My mom was already at work, she had left a package for me at the table with a note.  I picked it up, and read:

Hi sweetie, I have to go away for about 3 weeks.  In this package is the school's uniform, and a new bag with all the school supplies you need in it.  I know you don't want to be alone on your first day, but you're strong, Tuesday.  There's also a map to school, it's only about 2 blocks.  So try on the uniform, and call me if anything is too small.

I dragged the heavy box upstairs, and dumped it upside sown  on my bed.  I picked up the clothes,  and laid them out to examine them closely. 

Ew! If the clothes were a country, it would be El Salva-dork! 

The unform consisted of a yellow and tan pleated plaid skirt, a white long sleeved button-down with black piping on the collar and sleeves, a black tie with white pinstripes, and a black blazer with a tan lapel that matched the tan on the skirt.  There were black above the knee socks, and white baggy knee high socks that looked more like leg warmers.  To top it all off, there was a pair of white strap shoes and black loafers.  I wanted to light the whole thing on fire and watch it burn.  I snapped a pic of it, to send to Monday in my next letter.  Save me.