"God, how canit be this cold?" Reba asked herself going back into the house. Christmas was approaching, and everyone, but Brock was gone. Reba flopped n the couch and turned on the t.v.
"Cooler tempatures are headed for Houston during the night, so folks bundle up tight and keep your blankets heated." The weatherman said. Reba flicked off the t.v. and looked at the Christmas tree.
"Their is no one here but me, and all ready I'm miserable." Reba said to herself. Reba walked into the kitchen and poured some coffee into a cup and looked at the out back door and saw her own breath reflect on the glass.
Brock was walking back and forth trying to keep warm when he suddenly had an idea. "I bet I could have some fun annoying Reba." Brock snickered.
Brock put on his coat and walked out into the cold air. "Boy, wonder what's causing this?" Brock asked. Reba was now washing her mug off when she heard crashing sounds.
"What is that?" She asked. She walked over to the back door and looked out the glass. Brock got up and screamed at the glass and Reba jumped back and fell on the kitchen floor.
Brock was laughing hystaricaly as he walked in the door and gave out his hand to help her up. Reba took his hand and flipped him onto the floor.
"Now how do you like it?" Reba asked. "It's not funny when your not expecting it." Brock said getting up. "Yeah, now you know not to scare me don't ya?" Reba asked getting up.
"Well, what do we do now your ice princess-ness." Brock said bowing. "Well how about I execute some peasents." Reba said hitting his head and walking into the living room.
"Now wait just a minute. That really hurt you know." Brock complained. "Ok well you started it." Reba said as she walked up the stairs without looking at him.
"Why won't you look at me?" Brock asked. "I can't look at something that's ugly." Reba said as she walked up the attic steps.
"Hey, you're not the best looking person ever you know!" Brock yelled. Two words BIG MISTAKE.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Reba asked. "You aren't as pretty as you once were." Brock said. Reba's mouth dropped open and she got ready to hit him when she stopped herself.
"It's almost Christmas, I won't hit ya." Reba said. "Reba, you're still the most beautifulest thing I've everseen. I'm sorry." Brock said. "I forgive you." Reba answered. Reba looked up and noticed a certain plant or leaf hanging from the ceiling.
"Mistletoe." Reba said. Brock put his hand to her cheek...