Tensions

The alarm sounded at 7:30 as it always had for nearly everyday in the week. Grudgingly opening her eyes to a new day, Serenity flopped onto her belly and extended her arm to shut off the annoying device on the night stand adjacent to her.

Now it was time to wake the kids and Terrence, whom was still snoring soundly beside her.
“Get up, Terrence” she croaked in her morning voice, hitting him on the forearm.

She did her daily morning routine, washed her face and cleaned her teeth, woke the twins, got herself and the kids dressed…the list went on.

And while preparing warm bowls of cereal for the twins, her eyes scanned the television screen. Instantly, a commercial appeared for a popular concert coming to town. The 3rd Annual Hope concert series was dropping by in Miami in a fastly approaching two weeks. She had recognized this commercial and could probably repeat it verbatim if she tried. They had been playing ads EVERYWHERE for the event; on the radio, billboards, and television of course. The pricey tickets had long been sold out, probably for over 2 months now, which in actuality was for the better…(just in case the urge to attend got hold of her).

Every popular artist was to attend with all proceeds going towards a grand variety of charities. Serenity was occasionally tempted to go since some of her favorite bands would be performing; The Stones, Korn, Mary J. Blige, and Aerosmith just to name a few. But one act hindered her decision to attend…one band…and three specific members in this band to be exact.

Oh yes, Green Day was scheduled to perform as well. And there was NOOO way in hell she was going any place within such close proximity of them. That would most certainly lead to disaster.

“MOMMY! He take my poon!” a rattled Bianca squealed, sending her mother out of her thoughtful trance. Grinning, the mother of two leaned over the dining table,
“Trev, give it back to your sister,” she scolded

The three year old boy handed the plastic spoon back to his sister, pouting since he thought his precious mommy was angry with him. Serenity smiled at him, ruffling his hair to reassure her son that she wasn’t upset.
“Have you seen my phone?” Terrence asked, bending over to lace his shoes.
“I last saw it on the dresser,”

Her boyfriend muttered something underneath his breath before sighing, and pecking her on her cheek.
“I’m late, I gotta go. Just call me from the office line if you need to,”

Once Terrence was out the door and the twins were dressed and had finished their breakfast, Serenity had to run and drop them off at daycare before scurrying to work.

It was after five in the afternoon. After picking up her kids from school, she quickly bathed them and put both to sleep since they were stuggling to stay awake from their field trip to the zoo this morning.

Her boyfriend has just appeared through the door, a sour look on his face as he entered the kitchen.

“What happened to you?” Seny asked, brushing her fingers through his dirtier than usual hair. His skin was oh so oily and sweaty with smudges of dirt or grease on random patches of his caramel colored skin.
Mmmm…[\i]

“Why do you look so dirty today?”
“This asshole gave us his car to fix and told us something was wrong with the carburetor. So like idiots we believed him, and it turns out his fuckin’ oil tank was the problem, as you can see” Terrence mumbled bitterly.

Serenity couldn’t help but laugh at her oily boyfriend and his mechanic woes…and that adorable scowl painted on his lips. Rolling his eyes, Terrence treaded passed her and towards the fridge, only to rummage inside to find something to temporarily fill his stomach until dinner. Creeping up behind, Serenity wrapped her small arms around his taught waist, loving the dirty smell of gasoline and the male species hard at work that was practically dripping off of him. Creeping her lips up to his ear, she whispered
“I’m gonna draw a bath for us, because there’s no way I can just let you come home looking like this, and NOT give you a bath.”

Terrence’s grin resembled that of a Cheshire cat as he slowly closed the fridge door and turned around. This was exciting him more than it should have.
“You like this? Engine fueled hair and greasy clothes?” he grinned. She leaned closer to him and dragged her closed lips up his neck and tortuously to his earlobe, whispering “What do you think?” and then she slowly sauntered out of the kitchen and down the hall to their bedroom to prepare that lovely bath.

“Mom!” Joey whined to his mother from inside the kitchen. “I always have to take him with me!”
“He’s your brother, so what?” Adrienne asked, washing off a large bowl of lettuce in the sink.
The older brother rolled his eyes and jetted out of the kitchen, giving up on the argument to let him and ONLY him hang out at the mall with his friends.

“Have you seen my phone? I can’t find it anywhere…” Billie Joe mumbled, just coming into the kitchen, looking around for his cell phone.
“I haven’t seen it,” his wife shrugged, carrying the dripping bowl of lettuce onto the island. Adrienne waltzed over to the fridge, retrieving a couple tomatoes to add to the salad that she was preparing for dinner.

Leaning against the island, Billie Joe grabbed a bit of lettuce and popped it into his mouth, eyeing his wife’s ass as she bent over to acquire the red vegetable.
“When do the kids get out of school again?” he asked her as she brushed against him to add the tomatoes to the salad.
“In May,” she mumbled

“Maybe we should all go somewhere this summer, maybe Aspen?”
Adrienne wiped her damp hands on her jeans, not really listening to her husband. “Yeah, why not”

“You ok?” Billie asked, stealing a piece of tomato from the salad, which earned him a glare from his wife. She walked back towards the fridge to unearth a cucumber from the refrigerator to add to the salad.
“I’m fine, why?”
He shrugged, “I dunno, you seem kinda grumpy,”

“Thanks,” she replied with sarcasm, grabbing the knife and chopping the cucumber into thin slices.
“I’m serious,” he continued. “What’s wrong?” he cooed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“Nothing’s wrong with me, Billie,” she insisted, “can you look to see if that chicken is burning,” she requested, gesturing towards the oven.

The guitarist leaned off of the counter and took a few steps towards the oven in front of him. Opening it just a peak, the searing heat hit his face, eyes burning as he tried to catch a glimpse of the bird inside.
“Its fine,” he stated, closing the oven hatch.

Adrienne nodded her head, not bothering to turn around as she added a bit of olive oil and a dash of lemon juice to the now completed salad. She didn’t notice her husband creep behind and was a little surprised when his tatted arms slowly wrapped themselves around her waist. Her brown eyes popped open in surprise, a small giggle bursting from her lips.
“Billie, what are you doing?” she smirked, hands still tossing that same salad, which had probably been finished tossing for about two minutes now.

Instead of responding, his lips traced a line of small kisses from the back of her neck to the corner of her ear.
“Nothin’.” He whispered, tightening his grip around his wife.
“Billieeeeeee” she whined, trying her best maneuver her neck around so that he could stop kissing her. “The kids are still here”

“Your point?” he growled, moving his hands from her stomach to further down south to cup her nether region.

“Billie!” Adrienne squealed, jumping out of his grasp which caused him to laugh.

“Mommy! Joey wont gimme any money!” Jakob ran whining into the kitchen a second later.
“Here.” Billie Joe said, still eyeing his wife as if she were his prey. He dug into his back pocket for his wallet and handed over a $50 bill to his youngest son.
“Is Dennis’s mom here?” Adrienne asked, fixing Jake’s t-shirt
“Yeah, Bye” he ran out of the kitchen and through the front door.

“You could have scarred his young mind for life,” she giggled, turning around to turn the stove off.
“He’d forget it sooner or later,”

Adrienne continued to walk back and forth throughout the kitchen, fiddling with this, messing around with that. Billie Joe whom had found his beloved cell phone was text messaging something of another to someone on the phone and when completed he walked on over to his wife.

Adrienne had just finished dinner and was placing all the dirty utensils in the sink when Billie Joe approached her.
“What has gotten into you?” she laughed as her husband snatched the dirty plate and whisk from her grasp and practically threw them into the sink. He said nothing as he attached his hands to her ass and lifted her so her legs could coil around his waist.

“I love you,” he whispered, touching his nose to hers.
She giggled, not knowing where the surge of affection was coming from.
“I love you too, Bill”

He raised a bushy eyebrow, a smirk now painted on his thin lips. “How much do you love me?”
“Probably more than you love me”
“So how much is that?” he chuckled, walking with her in tow out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

She shrugged, smiling lovingly at her husband, “I don’t know, but I have a feeling I’m about to find out,”
“Damned right,” he smirked.

About an hour away from the Armstrong abode, lye Tre and Blaze, lying naked together in bed, with the television remote in his lazy grasp. Her fire red hair was tangled up thanks to her fiancée, and she was currently trying to detangle it with her fingers as best as she could.
She pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade after he sighed when nothing of interest appeared on television.
“You wanna watch anything?” he asked, now laying his chin over her head.

The redhead snuggled under his head, “not really, lets just talk”

Oh Nooo…

Tre couldn’t help but groan, which caused Blaze to grin against his chest. Why did women love to chat after sex? Why couldn’t they just sit there and cuddle? Or at least make him a sandwich…..

“Oh God, what’s there to talk about?” he frowned, rolling his eyes when she took the remote from his fingers and switched off his only source of entertainment.
“Lots of things. Like…. I know, like who else is performing at the charity show you guys are going to?”

“Uh, I think Aerosmith, Rolling Stones, Mariah Carey, and a couple others. Why?”
“Just wanted to know,” she shrugged. “That’s in two weeks, right?”
He nodded, stretching himself over her to grab his pack of cigarettes on the night stand.

“What are we gonna do about a venue, Tre?”
“I dunno. I guess we can go look at some more places, but I’m not choosing anymore, because you don’t like ANYTHING that I pick,” he replied, placing an unlit stick in his mouth.
“That’s not true,” she defended herself, also allowing herself to one of his cancer sticks.

“Yes it is,” he laughed. “You’re the pickiest girlfriend I’ve ever had. But I love you for it…” he cooed, kissing her forehead.
“That’s interesting, how exactly WERE your ex’s…?”
“They were women…”

“Tre c’mon” Blaze whined. “You never tell me about your ex’s only Claudia and Lisea, whom I’ve already met, and that one skank that was with Billie Joe”
Tre knitted his eyebrows, putting his still unlit cigarette down. “She wasn’t a skank, Blaze”

His fiancée sat up a little, her back now against the board of the bed. A glimpse of a frown now appeared on her face. “Last time I checked, a woman who sleeps with more than one guy at the same time is a skank. But that’s just my definition, and why are you defending her?”

“I’m not defending her” he mocked her tone. “It’s just that you don’t know the entire situation, and from what I know she wasn’t a skank,”

“So tell me the situation,”
His blue eyes grew annoyed and slightly whiny. “What for Blaze…?”
“You obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to. But I’d like to know, especially since you claim she’s not a skank.”

Tre groaned before covering his face with the thin sheets. “I really don’t want to go into it,”
“Why? It shouldn’t be a big deal if you’re over her, an—“
“Please don’t play the psychiatry role here, Blaze. I’m obviously over her or I wouldn’t even fucking be with you,”

His fiancée said nothing as she climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom, but not before slamming the door shut.
Was it really so hard to talk about that woman? How much did she scar him exactly?

Blaze began imaging things in her mind as she scrubbed her body in the mist of the shower, wondering how this Serenity gal looked like…how she acted…even the size of her boobs, she was probably a C-cup or something…

She’d find out about this woman one way or another. Maybe she’d ask Mike, Adrienne, or even Billie Joe. Surely one of them would tell them tale of Serenity. Especially Mike, who seemed to dislike her as much as she did. Surely he’d tell her about what this gal was like, she was probably trying to sleep with him too for all she knew. You know, get the entire trio…

Which reminded her,
This girl was definitely a skank.

Tre closed his eyes in annoyance as he heard the rain of the shower through the locked door. He didn’t even care if Blaze was upset or not. She had no business bringing up his past, and if he didn’t feel like discussing something, then he shouldn’t have to.

And of all things to discuss, Serenity. He really didn’t feel like thinking about her, replaying images of them together in his mind. The way she used to get dressed (and undressed, or the way she used to purr naughty things into his hot ears, or even the way she simply walked around. He had spent much too long trying to forget about his ex girlfriend.