A/N I do not own any of the characters

I Lied

Cheyenne walked through the front door on her way home from one of her meetings.

"Hey, honey how was your meeting?" Reba asked sitting on the couch reading the paper.

"Oh, it was good. Yeah I sat there for an hour or so and discussed about how alcohol interferes with my social life, with my family, and bothers every one else around me and how i think it drowns out my emotions. If I wasn't pregnant I'd probably have a drink right about now... yeah."

"Count your blessings dear."

"Uh-huh."

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm just gonna go up and take a shower."

"Okay."

"Hey, Reba." Brock said coming through the front door. "Barbra Jean wanted to know if she could borrow your note pad."

"Why?"

"Because she signed us up for and art class for a month, so..."

"Why doesn't she just go out and buy one?"

"Well, because, I... Reba I can't come up with an answer to half the things she does okay? So, do you have one or not?"

"Uh, yeah, I think it's in the kitchen; let me go get it."

Cheyenne walked up to the bedroom to get a change of clothes.

"Where have you been?" Van asked staring at the computer screen.

"I was where I go every other day for the same amount of time which I've been doing for the past year, Van. I was at a meeting."

"Oh, a meeting? You sure do go to those meetings a lot lately."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Van said in a mocking tone.

"Shut up, Van you don't know anything. I went to my A.A meeting, then I came home. Is that thorough enough for you? Do I need to tell you when I go to get a jug of milk, huh? Do I need to tell you what brand I got and how much it cost?"

"You came straight home, huh?"

"Yep."

"You sure you didn't stop to get a drink first?"

"Van I haven't done that in months. Drop it! Besides, I am not the only person who played a part in that."

"Oh, yeah, blame other people; yeah, that'll solve everything."

"Hey, I wouldn't be talking Mr. I never see my family because I'm too busy at work so I can make my precious money! Looks like I'm not the only one who need to be in a self help group. 'Hello, my name is Van and I have an addiction.' 'Hello, Van.' "

" 'Hello, my name is Cheyenne and I'm a loser with no skills skills. 'Hello, Loser.' And by the way, at least I have a job and make money."

"Oh, it always comes around to that doesn't it?"

"Yes it does, your addiction has cost me enough money as it is!"

"I'm done with this!" Cheyenne said as she walked out.

"Yeah, run away like you always do!"

"I'm not running away." Cheyenne shouted from the bathroom. "I'm ending this conversation the only way I know how!"

"Yeah, well be sure to talk about this fight with your precious friends at your 'meeting'. Be sure to tell them how much of an ass I've been!"

"Don't say ass, Van. That's naughty!"

"Don't make me come in there!'

"Oh, what are you gonna do once your in here, huh? Hiss at me?"

"Van, could you and Cheyenne please keepm it down?" Reba asked standing in the doorway.

"Sorry. What did you and Mr. H do when you guys fought?"

"Well, we would leave the room 'till we could calm down, then come back and talk about the problem again in a rational manner."

"And that worked on all your problems?"

"Usually. You know, till that one big one."

" Calm down, that's a good idea. I'll be outside."

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