Title: Radio's, Sneakers and Adjustments.

Rating: T

Summary: Barnabas is finding it difficult to adjust to the life of 2013.

A/N: It's been a while I know, but I've been busy. I'm hoping that this will get better and you guys will enjoy this particular one-shot. Please send me any prompts or reviews etc. Thank you for reading xx

Words: 798

Barnabas always found it hard to adjust to the changes of modern life. Living forever had its perks but when you had to deal with the constant change from different styles of music and clothes it became a bit tedious. The only highlight was the eternity he got to spend with Julia Hoffman. Julia found it easier to adjust to the changing ways of modern society. She had adored the big hair of the 80's, even if when she looked back at the photographs she shuddered at the outrageous colours. It was comical to look back at the past. They were now in the year 2013 and it was of constant change in fashion, culture and music.

Barnabas refused to turn on the radio in his car with fear that the works of teenage pop stars would blare out of the speakers. Julia had resulted in placing CD's of either seventies music or classical music to calm his nerves.

"Can we listen to the radio?" Julia asked while batting her eyelids at Barnabas.

"You know I don't like it." Barnabas replied before giving a left turn signal and turning onto the drive of Collingswood. The large manor that had previously resided there was now nothing more than a set of terraced houses. The family had had to sell the large manor due to the recession and a housing company had taken up the offer to buy the land and build a large cul-de-sac of houses. It looked modern and nice, but something about it made Barnabas' blood boil. His family had built their lives around this town and yet they didn't get any recognition. The house had been sold when Julia and Barnabas had gone on a long holiday to Italy. Carolyn had made the decision to sell it after her mother had died prematurely. Carolyn couldn't pay for the house so she had to sell it.

"Ok, whatever." Julia replied shortly, as they parked up outside their house. She climbed out of the passenger seat and headed towards the front door. Her pace was brisk and Barnabas was aware that he'd pissed the red-head off.

"Julia! Come on." Barnabas said, and American accent had begun to weave its way into his own accent. "I'm sorry. We can listen to the radio if you want."

"This isn't about the radio Barnabas." Julia replied, she spun around on her heel so that they were chest to chest outside the house. Both of their breathing was heavy and Julia's red hair was squiffy atop her head. Her ginger hair was now long and straight, another adjustment to the changing time. "This isn't about the radio. It's about you. You can't adjust, yes you wear jeans now and occasionally pair of sneakers; but you haven't adjusted to life. I love you, but it irritates me." Julia took this moment to walk into the house and charge up the carpeted stairs towards their bedroom.

"Julia! I can adjust!" Barnabas yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah well prove it." Julia shouted down the stairs before slamming the bedroom door. After this Barnabas yelled and bashed his fist against the magnolia walls in the hallway. Barnabas kept hitting the walls until the skin of his hands felt like they were going to split. He stopped and stared at the dented wall, before walking into the living room and going to their vintage radio. He pushed a few of the brown buttons before he heard the horrific squeals of the latest teen pop sensations hit song. Barnabas fought the urge to turn the radio off, even when the commentator announced the end of the song and began another horrific song.

Barnabas had been listening to the radio for what seemed like hours but had only been about half an hour, when Julia came downstairs. Her eyes were blotchy and red and she remained standing in the doorway watching her husband sitting on their leather recliner. His back was perfectly strait but his hair was ruffled. She noticed the dent in the wall in the hall but chose to ignore it.

"So you're listening to the radio." Julia whispered before sitting next to her husband. She sunk into the seat next to him and wrapped her hand around his upper arm. Barnabas looked at her a smile falling onto his features. He nudged his wife slightly and placed his pale hand on her knee.

"I'm adjusting."