Married Too Fast

Isn't That Kind of What We Want?

***Tara' POV***

I felt Duff's eyes burn holes in me. He won't look away from some reason and I have no idea why. Is it because how I look? All I have on is my pajamas, some makeup, and my hair tied up in a messy bun.

A loud knock then came from our front door, causing Duff and I to both jump.

It wasn't knocking anymore, it's angry banging now.

We both put our plates down on the coffee table and stood up at the same time. Duff looked at me and I nodded for him to get the door.

He inhaled deeply and slowly walked to the door, opening it.
There stood Larry, our Landlord, looking as mad as ever.

"Where the hell is my money?" he fumed, letting himself in.

"Duff!" I yelled, "you didn't go and pay him yesterday?!"

"No! I told you I couldn't!" he exclaimed back.

Yeah, couldn't? Or was too fucking lazy to and completley blew me off?

"Well, give it to him now," I breathed quietly, crossing my arms.

Duff frantically searched his pockets for his wallet. I huffed loudly and looked away, shaking my head until he found it.

"Here," Duff panted, slapping the money into Larry's palm.

Larry counted the money slowly and carefully. Once he finished, he looked up at both of us, with raised eyebrows.

"You're short."

Duff and I looked at each other with extreme fear and then back at Larry.

"That's really all we got right now," Duff told him.

"Well, your enough is not good enough. If I don't have the rest of it in my hand tomorrow by ten a.m. then you both are looking at immediate eviction," he said seriously.

I felt my heart stop and I looked back at Duff who was staring at the ground.

Larry gave us both one more serious stare before walking out of our loft, slamming the door loudly behind him.

Duff was still staring at the ground and I was waiting for him to say something. Why wasn't he talking? This is the fucking time to say something.

"How short?" I finally asked, breaking the horrible silence.

"A hundred or two," he shrugged, "I don't even know."

"Well, how are we gonna get a hundred or two by ten a.m. tomorrow?!" I exclaimed, feeling anger building up inside me.

He finally looked back at me and he looked damaged. Not the damaged that he always looks, but even more.

"I don't know Tara. I don't have a fucking answer," he snapped.

"Well, you better come up with one," I shot back.

"Well, you oughta think too! It can't be Duff, Duff, Duff all the damn time."

"It's not Duff, Duff, Duff all the time. I can promise you that."

"Maybe it's good we were short some cash," he said quietly, breaking eye contact with me, shoving his hands in pockets.

"What?" I asked confused, "what do you mean?"

"'Cause we'll get evicted and once we do, we can finally part ways. Isn't that kind of what we want?" he said shyly.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not only was it shocking to hear those words come out of his mouth, but for some reason it instantly broke my heart.

I have thought about leaving way more times than one, but actually hearing it being spoken out loud, and not even by me, got to me instantly.

"Uh... well, if that's what you want, then whatever. I'll go live with my mom for a bit," I said back, feeling that burning feeling in my throat like I was about to cry.

"Yeah, and I'll go with one of the boys," he said, referring to one of the guys from Guns N' Roses.

"Okay. You do what you want," I sighed, now walking away from him, heading to my office.

I sat down behind my desk and buried my face in my hands, the tears coming instantly.

****
An hour had already gone by and I was still sitting alone at my desk crying. I felt an amount of sadness I had never felt before and I couldn't control myself.

***
"For fuck sake. Someone get this damn jar open!" the tall blonde yelled, turning bright red in the face trying to get the jar open.

"Duffy, you gotta use your whole body," the curly haired one chuckled, now attemping to open it too, also failing.

"No one can get it open. You are just gonna have to live without moonshine cherries today," the redhead one stated with a shrug.

I then finally decided I couldn't stand seeing those idiots struggle anymore, so I walked over.

"Give it to me," I ordered, holding my hand out.

The curly haired one as well as the tall blonde shot me a weird look but handed it over.

I then opened the jar easily, using a trick I only know when it comes to opening impossible jars.

They both stared at me in awe as I grabbed a cherry from the jar, popping it in my mouth.

"Enjoy your moonshine cherries boys," I smirked, handing the opened jar to the tall blonde.

I started to head out of the tour bus until I was stopped by a hand grabbing my arm.

I turned and looked into the eyes of the tall blonde and chuckled to myself.

"Yes?" I smiled up at him.

"I have several questions for you mystery girl," he said to me.

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.

"Do you now?"

"I do. Starting with, who brought you on the bus?"

"Well, my friend got invited by Izzy at the concert and he said I could come with, 'cause, you know, she's kind of my ride home."

"Okay. Second, how the hell did you get the jar open?"

"Magic," I smirked.

"Okay, great answer," he said sarcastically, "and last of all, what's your name?"

"What's a name really?" I teased him, "I mean, do you really need to know my name? We're never gonna see each other after this encounter and you'll forget my name by morning. So as of now, I'm No Name."

"Well, No Name, I'd like this not to be our only encounter. I'd like to have more encounters with you," he told me.

"You would?" I questioned, a bit surprised.

"Yes," he nodded with a smile, "I would."

"Well, let's see where life leads us," I chuckled.

"That we'll do," he said, "oh, and I'm Duff Mckagan by the way."