AN: This is my first FanFic. I'm not very good, but I promise I will try to get better! Please if you take the time to read this, give me a review. I have many plans for this story, so stay tuned! It will get better! (:

Reba woke up and looked over at her alarm clock. A new day had started, but not just any day. Today was January 1, 2011. She layed in bed for a couple minutes and thought to herself. She wondered where the years have gone. Her thoughts were interupted when Jake barged into her bedroom.

"Mom, it's 9:30." he said in a tired voice. She paused for a moment.

"I know this Jake." She pointed over to the clock that was sitting on her nightstand. She scooted over in her bed, and patted on it gently, inviting him to come sit down next to her.

"Jake, why aren't you ready yet? We have a lot to do today."

"Like what?" He asked. He must've forgot today was New Years.

"We have to visit grandma, and have dinner with your father and the rest of the family, it's New Years." She motioned for him to go get ready, and she got up out of bed as well. She walked into her bathroom, and shut the door. She placed a towel on the stand next to the shower.

About 10 minutes later she returned to her bedroom. She was wrapped up in a towel, since she hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom with her. She was so busy finding clothes, she didn't even realize Brock sitting on the bed. He made himself known in the room, by clearing his throat.

Reba jumped, her heart was beating so fast. He apologized for startling her.

"Brock, what are you doing here?" she said as she began to catch her breathe again.

"I came over to wish you a happy New Years. I really didn't mean to scare you, Reba."

She rolled her eyes at him, and then motioned for him to leave the room. He got up and started for the door. He closed it as he walked out. Reba got dressed and blowdryed her hair. She soon finished getting ready, then she made her way to the kitchen, where Brock and Jake were talking.

"Mom, can I go to my friend's house? He's having some friends over for a little while.. and dad.." Reba cut him off before he could finish. "Jake, it's New Years and we have plans." He gave her a sad look and finished what he was going to say before his mom cut in. "Dad said he didn't see any problem with it. I won't be there long, I just don't wanna sit here while everyone gets ready." Reba looked over at Brock, giving him a 'you're in trouble' look. Brock just looked away, ignoring her look.

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It was now 12pm. Brock and Reba were the only two at the house. Reba gave in to Jake shortly after he had asked, even though she wasn't to thrilled about it.

Brock walked into the livingroom, where Reba was folding clothes.

"Ya need some help?" She nodded and he walked over to accompany her with the laundry. He started a conversation, so they wouldn't have to sit in silence.

"I can't believe it's 2011 already. Where has the time gone?" She agreed with him on that.

They talked about some little things for a couple minutes, then Brock shocked Reba when he asked her if she was seeing anyone. She didn't let him see her reaction. She shook her head no, and he just paused for a few minutes.

"Reba, can I talk to you about something?" She wanted to kick herself for saying yes. She didn't want to feel any more uncomfortable than she already was.

"Well, after mine and Barbra Jean's divorce, I've just been thinking." He took a deep breath. "I miss you Reba." Her eyes widened. "Brock, you live right down the street, and you're sitting right next to me, so how could you miss me?" She gave him a little smile. She knew what he meant, but she didn't know how to respond. He returned the smile. "Very funny, Reba... What I meant was... well I've just... these past few years, I've been kicking myself mentally for getting Barbra Jean pregnant and for leaving you and the kids. I miss how things used to be, and I know that all these years have gone by, and we can't get them back, but I just want you to think about how much I need you right now. As a best friend. You're my best friend, Reba. I feel so lonely now-a-days. I seem to lose everything that matters to me." He wanted to continue speaking, but Reba put her hand up to stop him. "Brock, do you even know half of what you just said?" She sounded very sacastic, but she was serious. She couldn't really process what all he had just told her.

"Reba, I want to get back together." Reba's eyebrow raised. They've been divorced for so many years now. Why now? Why at this very moment, would he want to get back with her? She kept thinking to herself, she didn't even notice Brock was still talking.

He finished what he was saying, and moved closer to Reba. he placed his tan hand on her delicate, soft hands. He started to speak softly. "I know this is probably a complete shock to you, but I just.. I just needed to tell you how I feel. So whudddaya say, Reba?"

She had always kept those feelings for Brock. She never stopped loving him. She gave him a half smile, and got up from the couch and began to walk into the kitchen. All her thoughts were going at once. He soon followed her. "Reba, I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things feel awkward, or to put you on the spot. You don't have to give me an answer. I can take rejection, it's fine. I don't wanna ruin our friendship." Reba quickly turned around, and she started to speak louder than usual. "No, Brock, it's not fine. All these years you leave me hanging in the wind with all these feelings that I haven't given to any other man but you. I've kept them to myself for all these years, and now you gotta bring this up, and suggest that we get back with each other? I just- I just can't keep putting my heart through this anymore." She paused, taking a deep breathe, she continued as she lowered her voice. Her eyes started to water. "I just don't want to get hurt. It hurts Brock. It's been hurting... all this time."

He walked close to her, and pulled her into a hug. He slowly pulled away and kept her at arms length. They stared in each others eyes. You could see the fire, the passion between the two.