A/N: Ok, so it's been a while... ok a long while since I've updated this, but I just found this chapter out of the blue which I had written a long time ago! Anyways... enjoy...

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Chapter 5

"John…" sighed Torrie as she prodded numbers on her calculator. John turned off the T.V. and turned to see Torrie in the dining area.

"Yup," he answered as he jogged over to his wonderful wife's side. He saw a stack of receipts and was tempted to run away. "Whoa, what's all this?"

"These are our receipts," she explained. "I've calculated our expenses since we got married and look at our expenses, we're spending too much money on unnecessary items!"

"Whoa! $10,000!" screeched John as he looked at the total displayed on the calculator's screen.

"What are we going to do?" she asked with a sigh.

"We're going to have to live on leftovers and scraps from the rubbish bins…" he joked. She pouted and slapped his arm.

"John I am serious, we have to get jobs,"

"You can," he said walking away.

"Me! Hello, you're the 'man of the house', you have to work too!" she yelled.

"What can I do, I haven't finished studying! I can't get a proper job or anything, no one will hire a college drop out!" he replied.

"Well I'm not asking you to run for office or become a brain surgeon or anything! Just get a job waiting at some restaurant or something…"

"Yeah, Torrie you could work at Hooters," he winked.

"As if you'd let me!"

"I could be your pimp you know," he laughed. "Then I'd be rich…"

"What did I marry into!" she shrieked. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.

"I'd never let you work at Hooters, I'd never let any perverted guy look at you, unless I'm that perverted guy of course!"

"Ok, stop being so gross and let's get down to business…" she said brushing his hands off of her.

"That sounded gross!"

"Only choose to hear it in a gross way you pervert,"

"Don't pretend you're not sick-minded… I know you want me bad…"

"Can we not talk about this right now?" she asked. "Do you always have to talk about sex?"

"I won't have to talk about it if we do it," he grinned slyly. She frowned at him and left to the kitchen. "Oh come on! Where are you going?"

"I'm not coming back unless you decide to have a serious conversation with me…" she said leaning against the wall.

"Ok fine," he sighed. He then put on a firm tone. "Let's do 'it'!"

"JOHN!" she angrily before leaving, he ran and followed her. "I don't think you understand why this is so important. I think we got married to prove that we are mature adults and we love each other and that we are prepared to face whatever consequence by ourselves, and that is certainly not happening!"

"Yeah we are mature!"

"Prove it! You talk about sex more than a group of fifteen-year-old hormone-driven boys! You don't know when to shut up about it either! I mean come on, get a grip! We have to stop living off of my dad! That just proves that we cannot cope and we cannot support ourselves in this crappy world!" shouted Torrie.

"Good argument… you should be a lawyer!" he smirked. Torrie just glared at him with her arms folded and tears in her eyes, before shaking her head and leaving.

"I've had enough of you," she sobbed before storming into their bedroom and locking the door shut.

"Torrie…" he exhaled, as he knocked on their door. "Please Torrie, I'm sorry…"

"You're always sorry!" she screamed as she sat against the door with her knees up to her chin and her face buried in her hands. "When will you ever mean it?"