Scared Silent

A/N: This is not my first fan fiction story. I wrote one based on another celebrity about 2 years ago.

Disclaimer: I own none of the Reba characters…I'm just a fan.

Rating: M…contains sexual content, language, & intense drama/angst.

NOTE(please review…all comments are welcome, good or bad)

Summary: Well I can't give you that because it'll give the plot away…LOL sorry…

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Reba was busy cleaning the countertop when the two most annoying people in her life came barging in, not thinking to knock or wonder whether or not Reba wanted to be bothered with either of them. They walked about her kitchen as if they lived there, not taking any notice to Reba at all.

"Oh Brock, why not??" Barbra Jean asked in a childish-whine of a tone.

" Because as strange as it sounds Barbra Jean I don't have any interest in letting some strange biker dude carve your name into my butt." Reba let out a soft giggle. She couldn't believe that they were seriously fighting about something like that. They were really an odd couple to say the least. As the argument continued, Barbra Jean subsided and did the only thing she always did, brought Reba into the situation by asking her opinion.

"Reba, would you please explain to Brock that getting my name tattooed on his butt is a great way to show his love for me?" Brock quickly interrupted.

"And Reba, would you please tell Barbra Jean that there are a million ways to show that I love her without having my backside carved into." Reba just looked at the both of them. She couldn't believe that once again they had sucked her into another one of their petty, stupid arguments. But not this time, Reba was not going to get caught in the middle. So she simply replied by saying " I don't know." Barbra Jean and Brock looked at each other dazed and confused. Reba then discarded the towel she had in her hand and proceeded to the living room. Barbra Jean and Brock looked at each other and quickly followed.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'"? Brock asked in an annoyed but yet surprised tone. Reba looked at them both in disbelief.

"You two amaze me. Why should I have the magic answer to all of your marriage problems? I mean for goodness sake Brock we're divorced, you left me remember."

"So, what does that mean?"

"It means that once you left me for the big blond I thought you would've had all the answers to the perfect marriage. Heck I didn't have the answers when we were married and I sure as heck don't have them for you and your mistress." Surprisingly Brock knew she made a lot of since, I mean why would he ask his ex-wife for marital advice. Barbra Jean on the other hand still didn't get the logic.

"Oh Reba please! I mean even though your marriage ended horribly doesn't mean you can't help me with mine." Reba looked at her as if she wasn't human. Before Barbra Jean could say another word Reba beat her to the punch.

"Look things are just now starting to settle down around here. Cheyenne and Van are getting their own place, Jake's about to start high school, and Kyra is doing great things with her band. I'm finally settling down from all the chaos that seems to follow me around, and the last thing I need is you two buffoons screwing it up. It's 12:30 in the afternoon and I have a lot of things to do today and one of those things is not being your marriage counselor. So if you'll accuse I have to get going on some errands I have today." With that she grabbed her purse and walked out the door, not giving them a chance to respond. Though they could understand where she was coming from they were still a little surprised, Reba always helped them with their problems.

As Reba got into her car and drove off with the intention of handling some errands, she realized what she had said to Brock and BJ. She was extremely proud of herself. She felt like her life was finally coming down from an never-ending roller coaster. Though she didn't see the kids as often as she was used to, she was happy that life seemed like it was turning in her favor. It was about time Brock and Barbra Jean started handling their own problems instead running to Reba. Even though she was completely over Brock, it still made her uncomfortable seeing them together. It was only natural, after twenty years of marriage caring for someone was a hard habit to break and it would be impossible to think that anyone could no matter how badly it may have ended.

As Reba finished taking care of business she realized that there was nothing at home to cook for dinner. Since no one else would be there except her, she decided to get Chinese takeout. She had to wait about 20 minutes before her food was ready, so she took a seat and sat patiently until her food was ready. About 7 minutes had passed when a tall, nicely tan man came into the restaurant. He had wavy dark brown hair, with a five o'clock mustache shadow to match. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt that fit kind of snug, enough for anyone who looked to observe his biceps and a maybe six-pack or at least one in the making. Reba couldn't take her eyes off of him. His lips looked so supple and juicy. His chest bulged out his shirt as if begging for freedom. Reba had to catch herself because before she knew it her mouth had dropped open and she was a glance away from slobbering. He didn't seem to notice her until the waiter practically yelled out to her that the order was ready. By now he noticed her and thought she looked amazing.

"Ms….Ms…your order is ready," the person behind the counter practically yelled.

"Oh yeah, sorry." The man could see she was embarrassed and blushing a little. He slightly smiled to himself. Reba quickly wanted to leave this awkward situation. As she hurried towards the door, the guy noticed she dropped her wallet out of her purse. He ran after her.

"Excuse me Ms, but I think you might want this back" he said handing her the wallet.

"Thanks, I would've been lost without it." She was trying so hard to prevent herself from blushing but her plans quickly failed. He noticed and thought it was cute. She was like a school girl. Without another word she hopped into her car and drove off. Breathing a sigh of relief as she removed herself from that somewhat embarrassing situation. He watched as she drove off, smiling a gentle smile across his face.