Even though Brock wanted to be a dentist, he was glad that his record company took off. But there was still something missing, Reba.

flashback "Brock, you have to choose," Reba said with her arms folded across her chest. 'She can't be serious, could she?' he thought to himself. 'How can she expect me to choose between the woman I love and my career?'"I-I-"

"Oh my gosh! You actually can't decide!"

"Hey it's not like I asked to run the company!"

"Well let me make it easier. You can keep your stupid company, I'm outta here!" Reba yelled and slammed the door. Brock collapsed onto the couch.

'She's gone? I lost her? And for what? Some company that was left to me?' Brock thought to himself. 'Well I'll show her. I'll make the best dame life possible and then when she comes back, our lives will be complete.' With a new determination, Brock set to work.

It had been years since Reba left. The record company was one of the top ones in the country. This left Brock with a lot of time on his hands. People at the company were worried about him though. He never mentioned a wife or a girlfriend. He never went out to have a good time. He was just lock himself in his office, work all day, and then go home to do God knows what. The only person they ever heard him talk about was his sister, Holly, regardless of how much they hated each other.

Though they were siblings, Brock and Holly were nothing alike. While Brock was well tanned and had blonde hair, Holly was fair skinned and had brown hair. They did however both have beautiful blue eyes.

Brock was in his kitchen when Holly came barging in his back door.

"Hey there Brock," she said trying to sound as nice as possible as she took a seat.

"Oh hey Hol," Brock said not quite looking at her.

"Listen big brother-"

"Uh-oh. You're using the big brother card. You need something." Brock said with an evil grin spreading across his face. Holly sighed. "Yeah."

"Ha! I knew it!"

"Well you don't have to be a monkey's butt about it."

"Hey only Reba called me that."

"Yeah where do you think she got it," Holly smiled and batted her eyes. It was so much fun to torture her brother but she had to remember that she came over here to take care of something really important. "Listen Brock I need you to watch my house for a week."

"Why where are you going?"

"I'm going to Vegas," she paused," for Reba's wedding." Holly tried to pay very close attention to judge her brother's reaction. There was really only two ways it could go. He could be really upset or really angry.

"She's getting married. To-to who?"

"To some rodeo cowboy guy. Are you ok? Brock, Brock?"

flashback Brock was nine years old, Holly was only seven. Holly's best friend, Reba, had come over. She looked just like Holly. Reba had fair skin and blues too, only she had red hair. The two girls were perfect for each other. Since they both had fair skin, they both burned easily so they dreaded going out in the sun for too long. Brock knew this and loved to tease them about it. What he didn't expect was to have Reba tease him back for being so tan. It was then that he first started to fall in love with her.
"Well how-how-how did you-uh-did you-whoa it's getting harder to breathe-how did you find out?" Brock finally stammered out.

Holly laughed. "Brock she's my best friend. We tell each other everything."

"Oh."

"You gonna be ok?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah I'll be fine. Oh and don't worry. I'll watch your house for ya. Just can you give Reba a hug for me and wish her good luck?"

"Yeah sure," Holly smiled. "Thank Brock." With that she left his house and headed to Vegas, where she hoped that she would be welcomed by Reba.

AN: Ok this is it for now. I'm going to be updating the story soon (I hope) but I have a lot of stuff coming up so I'll try my best.