Ever wonder how the days of week would act as people? Ever wonder about the days relations to each other. Their friendships? Relationships? Their world?
Author's Note: Hello, to you poor souls who bother to read this piece of literature. Thank you! I never expected someone to even read this so... I hope you enjoy!
A picture of Thursday so you know the character:
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And of course Tuesday:
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Thursday wasn't boring. Thursday's is important. Thursday was the best. Thursday wasn't very popular, he sat in a corner and read all day. The one friend he did have was Friday but Friday spent more time with Saturday and Sunday because they were the so called "popular" kids and he wasn't. Also, Saturday was beautiful and Friday had been crushing on her for a very, very long time. Sunday took the challenge upon themself to become the matchmaker for the two of them. Monday and Wednesday were the week's new gossip topic.The two girls had recently become a couple even though almost everyone had practically seen them as a couple since they became friends.
Tuesday. Tuesday was amazing! He was smart. Happy. Popular. Friendly.He could hang out with Monesday or Friday and sunday and Saturday. All the months too.Especially June, July, and August. Everyone loved him. With his charcoal black hair, turquoise eyes, and stunning complexion of glasses, a vest, and a collared shirt colored to match his eyes, Thursday practically died every time he happen to even gaze toward him. Thursday had been sporting a gigantic heartache on Tuesday for centuries. However, Tuesday never spent any time with the poor, miserable soul that belonged to Thursday, it left him in a sad and depressed façade everyday.
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Tuesday watched Thursday from his placement afar. He watched as Thursday kept in that corner during lunch silently pleading with his oh so beautiful eyes for someone else to sit with him. But, alas, his pleads were left in their misery by the gods of being social. No one came. Not even September. The months sat at their tables, their four groups in place save September. The days were gossiping about Thirty-First as usual. Thirty-First had sat with Monday and Wednesday again. Tuesday was socializing with Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The year was almost over and Thursday was as lonely as ever. Tuesday's heart was crying tears inside that tore him apart.But Thursday? He had his tears shining on the outside.
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He hurried after him. They didn't have a lot of time till the buses came. If he wanted to do anything it would have to be now.
"Hey! Hey, Thursday!" he called to the departing figure.
Thurs whipped around and looked around frantically sweeping his eyes to roam the room. "Me?"
"Who else would I be talking to? There's no one else here," Tuesday reminded him. "I thought there was only one Thursday anyway."
Thursday was shaking. Fear was painted in his eyes. Those sad, amethyst eyes kept searching for a place to run away to. Tuesday slowly walked toward him. Careful not to scare him. Careful not to hurt him. Careful not to scar him. Careful not to make him afraid of Tuesday. He reached his arms out to grip Thursday's foremans. They were quite skinny.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."
"That's not why I'm scared, Tuesday. I just..." His eyes peer at him through his long, shiny, reddish-blonde hair. "I-I've been in love with you since 200."
His face turned down to study the floor. Thursday looked down in shame. He's said it now. There's no going back. The hatred should rain rain down upon him now.
"Hey, turn your face to the rays of sunlight. It's okay. In fact, it's lovely! I love you too, Thursday!" The voiced jolted Thursday to back down to Earth from his imaginary pits of hell.
As if an invisible was pulling them together, the two of them leaded forward. They were enveloped in each other's warmth and comfort. Thursday had stopped shaking and the weight of Tuesday against him was calming and feeling of the love he was being offered left a soothing presence in his heart and mind. The need for air was becoming more urgent and Thursday pulled away. The two of them stood there like fish out of water. Tuesday looked at Thursday and they shared a stare at each other lovingly for who knows long. Thursday reached out and embraced him. Tuesday folded his arms into the hug and whispered in his ear, "I love you, more than anything."
"I love you too," Thursday confessed. "Will you become my boyfriend?"
"Of course I will."
They pressed their lips together and enjoyed the comfort and love each other.
And that bus? Let's just say those two had better things to do.
