Hey Monday-Sincerely, Tuesday

Monday-New York City, brace yourselves

I sighed, and did as my mother had told me.  I got off my lazy butt and started to unpack.  All that was unpacked was my desk, Macbook, and my bed.  Everything else was a menagerie of boxes.  I grabbed the nearest one and opened it.  It was full of clothes.  I dragged it over to my closet, which was just a sliding door leading into an indent.  I missed my closet back in Florida, which was a walk-in.  My mom promised she'd buy me a dresser for the rest of my clothes, but, knowing her, it would take months for her to even remember that her son had no room for half of his things. 

I searched through a few more boxes until I unearthed my box of hangers.  Tuesday had helped me pack, but I never labeled boxes, so only a third of my boxes were labeled.  I dumped the box upside down, and then ran over to my Macbook and blasted Glee-Volume 6.  I bobbed my head to "Light up The World", while I started hanging up my clothes.  I loved this song, and so did Tuesday.  I remembered when we had watched the finale on her computer, screaming at the characters the entire time. 

I sighed, when I realized that the hanger section of my closet was full, and the song wasn't even over.  I  examined the 3 wooden shelves built above it, and started folding my clothes and placing them on the shelves.  I filled 2 of the 3 shelves, and all my clothes were put away.  

"Still got Tonight" came on, and my heart sank to my knees.  Then to my toes.  Then all the way to China.  I flopped down on my mattress, since I hadn't bothered to put sheets on it yet.  I stared at the ceiling, and thought back to my last night in Florida...

"What am I gonna do when you're gone?" Tuesday asked inbetween sobs.  She had been crying for an hour straight, and it was really hard to not join in. 

"Means of communication  exist, Tuesday.  I promise you,  I'll write back to  you, and videochat, call and Facebook you as much as humanly possible."

She just laid her head on my shoulder, sniffling.  We listened to this song on a loop, reminiscing every second we had together.  I had to leave at 6 am, and Tuesday was going with me.  I lead my head on hers, golden and chesnut together.  She looked at me with big brown eyes that were red-rimmed from crying.  I felt a pinch in my eyes, and clenched my jaw.  No.  No fricking way.  I was NOT going to cry.  "Will you write back to every letter I send you?" Tuesday asked.  

"I will."

"Pinky swear?" She held up her pinky.  I locked my finger with hers, my thick, callused hands making her skinny, petite hands look dwarfish in comparison.  

"You and me, Tuesday.  Always."

and I leaned in...

I crashed back to reality.  Had I kissed her that night?  Judging from that, I had.  But Tuesday would make a big deal out of it...wouldn't she?  There had been no mention of it when we talked, so I hoped my memory was not serving me correctly.  

Tuesday was like my sister, and I loved my sister, but I wasn't in love with her.  Feelings for your sister didn't change...right?  I pushed the possibility away from my mind.  

I  unpacked a few more boxes, and then threw on a pair of dark wash jeans, a white tee, and black Converse high-tops.  I ran my fingers through my hair, and called it done. 

"I'm gonna go explore the city, Mom!" I called over my shoulder.  I could hear my mom in the kitchen, hanging up pots and pans, putting away untensils, making clatering noises. 

"Did you unpack some of your boxes?" My mom walked into the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on her khaki pants.  

"Yeah, and I don't need a dresser, all my clothes fit. See ya later," I said, making a break for the door.

"Hold on, buster," my mom said, grabbing my arm.  "New York is nothing like Tampa Bay.  You'll need these," she said, handing me a subway pass, a map, and a cell phone.  My jaw dropped.  My mom had a strict 'NO CELL PHONE' rule until I turned fifteen, and here she was, giving me a brand new cell, and a pretty recent style, too. 

Why question it? I took them, shoved them into my pocket, and was out the door. 

I ran down the stairway of my apartment, refusing the elevator.  Too slow.  Tuesday and I would have races in random apartment complexes, trying to  see who could hit the roof first.  I was down the stairs and out the door in 45 seconds. 

I screeched to a halt, absolutely dumbfounded.  Talk about prank central!  I  could hit 20 of these people with water balloons, and none of them would know the culprit.  I ran to the street corner, and as soon  as the 'walk' signal was up, I was across the street and practically  skipped into Central Park.  I was mesmerized. 

after Central Park, I took the Subway to Times Square, and explored for a while. 

I was so caught up in the enchantment New York had on me, I lost track of time.  I went home, and it was almost 7:00. 

I walked through the door, and my mom  was standing there, arms folded. 

"I know, I should've been home earlier," I said. 

"Did you have fun, Monday?" my mom asked. 

"Yeah, I think New York will be just fine with me," I grinned.

"Good." my mom smiled a relaxed, soft smile. 

Huh. Maybe moving here wasn't such a terrible thing after all...