Hey Monday-Sincerely, Tuesday

Tuesday-If he was here, he'd be dead

Sorry, Tuesday, New York is where I belong.

Over and over I read that singular line in Monday's short letter.  I didn't even bother to finish it.  I crumpled it up and heaved it across the room.  I buried my face in a pillow and started to scream and cry and howl.  I wanted Monday back  so badly!  And for that...that JERK to have the nerve to  send me a letter saying he belonged in New York was..was...ugh, I couldn't even think  of a word nasty enough to describe what he had done.  I sniffled, feeling a little pathetic.  I guess this was as close to heartbreak as I knew, for now.  I sighed, staring at the empty side of the bed. 

Ugh, staying here was not going to help.  Everything in this room reminded me of Monday.  More than anything else, I was angry.  I was mad at Monday for moving, for leaving me behind, and angry at myself for not being able to do anything about it.  I got up, and blew my nose.  I decided I might as well do something, even if it was the pitiful choice of watching tv on the couch.  I had finished my homework (even geometry) in  study hall, so I was actually...bored.  Usually I went over to Monday's, but I couldn't.  He always managed to find something for us to do when our homework was done.  I had never said "there's nothing to do," in all my  years of life,because it had never been true.  But now, things were different.

I sighed heavily. "There's nothing to do," I groused.  

"I thought I forbid you from saying that," said the voice belonging to the person  I wanted to  hug and kill at the same time.  I looked at my computer screen.  There was Monday, drinking a root beer, with a binder open in front of him.  

"You JERK!" I yelled, hurling a binder at the screen, not caring about my precious computer for once.  "You stop calling, write a letter saying you  belong in New York, and you think  it's okay to come on my computer and scold me for being bored?! This is YOUR FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Okay, Tuesday, what is going on  with you? I've been busy lately.  I'm sorry." I could see in his eyes it was just to get me to stop screaming.  

"Like HELL your sorry!  You don't know what it's like! To worry, day in and day out, WHERE your best friend is!  I've called, e-mailed, and written to you, and I get ZILCH from you!" My hands shook, and I was a mass of rage and sadness and confusion.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I always got like this after being really angry.  My legs crumpled beneath me, and I fell onto all fours, breathing hard.  

"Tuesday, Are you okay?" Monday got as close to  the screen as he could.  "I really am sorry, Tuesday.  I've been checking out the city," he said, his eyes searching my room until he found me in my current position.  " Oh, crap, Tuesday, did you spend all your energy screaming at me?  If so, then I am super sorry, I didn't know you were this mad."

"Obviously..not," I wheezed, grabbing the edge of my desk  to pull myself into a standing position, only to collapse into my computer chair.  "I really...want to kill...you," I gasped.  This was going to be a minute before I could talk. 

We both sat in silence, until I finally regained my energy and could breath oxygen correctly.  Then I finally spoke. "You need to keep in touch, or I will shoot you when I visit this summer."

"Sorry Tuesday, I got distracted.  I have a new friend, and a girlfriend," he grinned, as if I was going to congratulate him.  since I'm me, I did something completely different.

"You have a GIRLFRIEND?" I said, putting my eyeball right up on  the webcam and giving him the crook eye. "Who on Earth would go out with you?"

"Hey, that's insulting," Monday whined.  "and will you back up a little? Seeing your eye up close is giving me flashbacks to the days of Doom III."