"I'm kinda busy at the moment!" Brock yelled back to her. "I wanna talk to you, NOW!" Reba screamed.
"Fine, let me put the paint on the ladder and I'll be right down." Brock said as he put the red paint on the ladder.
"Ok, what is it you wanna talk about?" Brock asked jumping off the ladder and landing on his feet. "Well for one, why did you call me a slut earlier?" Reba said getting angrier.
"Like I said before, I didn't know it was you, and that's the very last time I ask my buddy about his customers." Brock replied back.
"Uh-huh, a likely story, but I bet you just wanted to call me that because you're angry at me, for what I'm not sure." Reba said thinking harder.
"No I didn't, it was a misunderstanding, I swear." Brock said "But still, it hurt my feelings." Reba said with a smug look.
"Well sor-ry." Brock said sarcasticly and that was a big mistake. "Oh so you gonna smart mouth me are ya?" Reba said. "No." Brock said about to lose his temper also.
"Why did you leave Barbra Jean?" Reba asked folding her arms across her chest. "I told you before, I don't know." Brock explained.
"That ain't a good enough answer." Reba said pounting her finger at him and Brock backed up against the ladder, which was not the best place to be.
"Now tell me the real reason." Reba said. "Why do you wanna know so badly?" Brock asked shrugging. "Because I don't want BJ to have to go through what I went through!" Reba yelled throwing her arms in th air.
"What?" Brock asked getting confused. "I don't want her to have to lose you, like I did." Reba said back to him. "You're right Reba." Brock said. "But if she hadn't accused me of cheating on her with you, then this never would have happened." Brock said.
Reba got so mad at him, she tried to hit his head, but he ducked and she hit the ladder and the red paint fell on her and the other can poured paint all over the both of them.
"Ugh!" Reba yelled looking at her hands that were now bloodstain red. "Look what you did!" Brock yelled. "It was an accident!" Reba yelled looking at her whit shirt, that had turned into a red color.
"Great, I gotta go take anothre shower!" Reba yelled. "Look at me!" Brock yelled and Reba looked at his clothes and his hair. "You look like me." Reba said.
"Yeah, you got red paint in your hair and the only place that ain't covered in paint is our jeans." Brock said. "That's rather awkward." Reba said as she opened the door to go inside.
"I'm gonna take a shower, and you do to." Reba said as she shut the door. "Yeah, thanks for the update." Brock said going into the hoouse.
Reba walked into the bathroom and took off her shirt and her gold cross necklace, that was now red and she looked at herself in the mirror and almost jumped at her appearence.
"I look like that girl from the movie Carrie." Reba said. "Well, at least I can keep my jeans on." Reba said turning on the water.
Reba waited for the water to become warm and in that time took off her cowboy boots. (A/N: Has anyone else noticed that these people wear cowboy boots alot?)
"Man!" Reba yelled looking at h er stomache that was also red from the paint. "How does paint miss your jeans, but gets your body?" Reba asked aloud.
Reba felt the shower water warm and she hopped into the huge shower and closed the curtain.
The water rushed over Reba's body, but the paint wasn't coming off easily. "Dang it." Reba muttered and then a door opened and closed followed by cowboy boots clicking across the floor.
"What the he...?" Reba mouthed seeing a dark figure outside looking in the mirror. "What is he doing?" Reba asked herself quietly, then she saw the figure take off his shirt and mutter something that sounded like "It misses your jeans, but gets all in your hair and body, I don't get it."
"It's Brock!" Reba almost shouted. Then Brock came closer to the shower and Reba almost quivered in fear. "Reba, it's ok, I've seen you without your shirt on before, you're gonna be ok."
Brock got in the shower to and Reba bit her lip quickly trying to figure out her next move. "Are you ok?" Brock asked as Reba's back was still to him. "Uh-huh." Reba said back still not facing him.
"Great, you do know your back is covered in paint, right?" Brock asked. "What?" Reba yelled as she tried to touch her back. "Here, let me." Brock wiped a litle bit off her back and showed it to her over her shoulder.
"Oh damn." Reba muttered and Brock heard her. "What'd you say?" Brock asked. "Nothing." Reba answered loudly. "Boy, you're very jumpy, what's wrong?"
"Are you stupid or what?" Reba asked almost yelling. "No, but if it's because you don't have a shirt on, it's ok, I mean we arent doing anything." Brock explined.
"I know, it's just weird." Reba said. "Yeah, I feel the same way, but don't worry, I won't do anything, I have my jeans on still." Brock reassured her.
"Hey, you want some help getting this paint off your back?" Brock asked. "Please, my arms are to short." Reba said. Brock rubbed the stuff off her back and Reba felt goosebumps.
"Are you all right?" Brock asked her when she saw the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "No, I... I..." Reba couldn't finish her sentence because she jumped out of the shower and grabbed something and got back in.
"Good choice." Brock said. Reba had a twel wrapped around her upper body and she was facing Brock and the shower water was beating on the towel.
"Now look Brock, we've torn one family apart all ready, let's not tear up the one you've got now." Reba said pointing at him.
"What are you talking about about?" Brock asked looking down at her. "I know you still love me and the only reason you are taking a shower is because I'm in here!" Reba yelled.
"No, one of those things is right." Brock said putting his hand to her cheek. "What?" Reba asked her voice breaking up.
"Listen I do still love you and this I swear." Brock said as he got closer to her. "Are you lying?" Reba asked. "If I were lying, would I do this?" Brock kissed Reba and then something that people would call a miracle happened...