Disclaimer: Don't own BJ Don't own Reba
"Reba don't you know how to tell time for GOD sake," BJ greeted her. Reba had enough. She was through putting up with BJ and playing nice. That was the final straw. She was done.
"Yes as a matter of fact I do," Reba said looking at her watch, "it's time for you to get lost"
"What? How can you say such a thing. And to think I was going to be nice"
"Nice," Reba laughed without humor, "BJ GET A DANG CLUE YOU MO-RON"
"Reba you said you would have the kids back by seven o'clock. It is 7:11."
"Barbra Jean here's a clue. THEY ARE MY KIDS"
"Their my kids too"
"NO THEY AREN'T YOUR KIDS. You married their father. That doesn't make you their mother. It makes you a cheating monkey's butt"
"That's not nice"
"Nice? Nice? I'm tired of being nice. You cheated with MY husband and now you expect me to just accept anything you say because you know how to have a ring-a-ding? Kyra's right when she says you're clueless"
"Ring-a-ding?"
"Shut up. You think I don't know what you're doing? I do! Get this in your thick head Barbra Jean… there is a major difference between you and me"
"Not as big as you might thing," BJ said, "and is that any way to treat your best friend"
"BEST FRIEND," again Reba laughed without humor, "tell me Barbra Jean, does a best friend steal her friend's husband and try to take away her family?"
"I'm not taking them away," BJ said trying to placate her, "it's only-"
"It's only nothing Barbra Jean because I'm not listening to you. If you want my friendship you're going to have to earn it and you don't earn it by being a monkey's butt"
"Now Reba look at it from my point of view" "Goodbye Barbra Jean," she said, "come on kids we're going to Nathan's for lunch" The kids cheered and followed her.
"Reba you're-," BJ began but didn't get too far
The door slammed in her face when she tried to say another work and left a perplexed BJ thinking until Brock got home.