Married Too Fast

Somewhat Civil

***Duff's POV***

We finished rehearsal, and I would say it went pretty well. I clearly wasn't on my best playing today, but all in all everything was decent.

"So Izz... I never got that promise from you," I said to him, referring to the promise that none of the guys would talk garbage about my wife anymore.

"Yeah, and you ain't gonna unless you agree to make a deal with me," he evily smirked.

This fucker.

"God man," I huffed, rolling my eyes, "what? What deal do you fuckin' want from me man?"

"Each time you actually show up to practice, I'll talk about your wife less. Make it for seven days in a row and continue to do well? Her name won't slip my mouth," he proposed.

"How come y'all are on my ass so hard? It's not like this fucker has perfect attendance either," I commented, pointing at Axl.

"I've been actually comin' lately," he said back to me, "considerin' we got a tour comin' up."

"Whatever man," I huffed again, "deal."

He then held out his hand for me to shake. I hesitated a bit because in this moment I didn't know how sure I was about being loyal to coming to band practice. Now I guess I gotta.

I put my hand in his and we made intense eye contact as we shook hands.

I released his hand and grabbed my car keys from the table and started to head out, waving goodbye to the guys.

I got in the car and immediatley started driving away, replaying some of the moments that just happened in my head.

****
I opened the door to the loft and saw Tara sitting on the couch, smoking a joint, watching some TV.

"Smokin' right before bed?" I questioned, putting the keys on the key holder.

"I ain't goin' to bed. I gotta work all night again," she answered.

"Take a break from that fucking school," I said, heading to the couch, sitting next to her.

"You think I wouldn't? Duff, you're the one always hollerin' at me about this damn school. I would love to take one, just one, fucking night off," she breathed.

"Go. Sleep in the bed," I told her, nodding toward the bedroom.

She looked over at me and cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"I'll finish up your work for the night. You look exhausted. Go to bed," I said.

She couldn't help but to smile at me, as bad as she didn't want to. She gave me a slight nod and stood up, marching her way straight to the bedroom.

I smiled to myself as she walked away. Yeah, she was mildly stoned but some of that sexy sway in her hips was comin' back.

Well, at least for now.

I then got up and walked to Tara's office, really not wanting to do her homework but knowing I now had to.

****
"Duff," a voice said, shaking me by my shoulder.

I suddenly woke up with my head on Tara's desk.

"Fuck," I mumbled, sitting up, running my fingers through my hair.

"Did you finish?" Tara asked me.

I looked through her homework, and to my surprise, I actually only had 1 more question to do.

"I have one more question," I told her.

"Okay," she nodded, walking out of the office.

I quickly finished the last question and also walked out of the office.

Tara was eating waffles on the couch and I looked at her as she nodded to the counter.

I walked over to the counter and saw 3 waffles on a nice, white plate with a little whipped cream on top as well as some strawberries. There was also a Sex Pistols mug full of coffee which smelled like Hazelnut.

Huh, she never spends this much time on making my breakfast look so nice.

"Look at these," I said, walking over to the couch with my waffle plate and coffee in hand, sitting next to her on the couch.

"Yeah, well, I figured you deserved a decent breakfast because you did all my work last night," she told me shyly.

I left my eyes on her for a while and smiled as I pressed the mug to my lips, sipping the coffee.

"Where'd you get this mug?" I asked, observing it thoroughly.

"At the store," she shrugged.

"Well, I like it," I said, putting my mug on the coffee table in front of me, starting to dig into my waffles.

"How's the waffles tastin'?" she asked, glancing at me.

I finished my first big bite and nodded in approval.

"They taste great," I answered.

"I made them from scratch," she said.

"Really? Well, they're way better than a toaster could ever do," I smiled at her.

She peered into my eyes and gave me a smile back.

This was the most civil we've been to each other in months.

But I know this isn't bound to last forever. This civilness will probably end before I turn around.