Chapter 2-I'm Out of My Head
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Blue water. Clear blue water. That's all Reba could see. Until…
"Ahh! Dangit Brock! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Reba was enjoying a nice day on the lake when all of a sudden her fiancé came up from behind her and jumped on her back.
"Scaring you, apparently." Brock started laughing.
"Oh, really? Now what do you think your punishment should be for terrifying me?" Reba asked seductively.
"Umm…I think you should throw me in that cave over there and never let me leave from your sight." Brock thought carefully, giving her a good punishment. Not fair, or reasonable, but good.
"Okay…if that's what you really want." Reba said shrugging him off of her back.
"Oh no, you're not gonna get me that easily!" Brock said running towards the cave, seeing her angry and eager face behind him.
"Oh yes I am! You just wait, Brock Hart!" Reba yelled after him, and then started to run. Boy, when she fell for him, she really fell hard.
"Mrs. H!" Van startled her.
"Huh, what is it Van?" Reba shook her head, trying to clear memories of the past from her brain. It was a hard day at work, knowing that Brock would be coming over later that night. The day just kept dragging on and on, and Van wasn't making it any easier. This was why she hated working on Saturday's.
"I've been yelling at you from across the office for ten minutes! And when you didn't answer, I had to come over here. You had this dreamy look on your face for the third time today. Now, what's going on?" Van was tired of having to deal with his mother-in-law today, so maybe if they got whatever it was out in the open now, they could get on with their work.
"Nothing, I was just daydreaming. Now, what do you want Van?" There was no way she was telling him what she was thinking about.
"Never mind what I wanted. What's up? You don't just drift off like that at work, especially three times in one day. Well, unless Barbra Jean had you up late at night helping her reorganize her beanie babies again. That's not it, is it?" Van chuckles at the thought of Reba and BJ playing with beanie babies.
"No, Van, I was just thinking…" Reba stops. She couldn't tell him, could she?
"About?" He presses, thinking he's getting somewhere.
"Ya know what, that's not important now. But what is important is that list in your hand there. Let me see that!" Reba decides against her previous thoughts.
"Mrs. H, wait. Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure that we need to call those people before they choose someone else to sell their house…" Reba says with a little bit of impatience in her voice. Sometimes she wondered how Van was even in Real Estate. Oh yeah, she had hired him.
"No, about your problem. You know, what you were thinking about?"
"Van, look, there is something going on, but for right now, let's just keep it at that. You'll find out when it's time." She admits, not wanting to give away too much. Hell, she didn't even know if she and Brock were actually going to make it.
"Okay, but I'm here if you wanna…" Van waits for her to finish.
"Talk, yeah I know. And thanks. Now, give me that list! You take the first half, I'll take the rest." Reba glances at the clock as she takes the list from Van. Only 5 more hours…
Reba walked in her house at 6pm that evening, and threw her purse in the chair. She tossed her work jacket on the coat rack and then flopped down on the couch grabbing the phone to order pizza in the process.
"Yes, that right, one large pizza with pepperoni. And cinnasticks, too!" Reba had been craving those since last week when they claimed they were out of her cinnasticks when she called to order her usual pizza. "Okay, thanks! Bye." She hung up the phone, and stared at it for a minute.
She hadn't heard a peep out of Barbra Jean all day, which was quite unusual since her and Brock were having problems. This caused her to wonder if Barbra Jean knew about her and Brock. Reba wondered what had happened after she left…all day. That's all she had been able to think about, other than her memories of them at the lake.
Sighing, she picked up the remote and turned on the television, settling in on her one of her favorite movies, The Wedding Date.
An hour later, the pizza had arrived, and within fifteen minutes, it was over halfway gone. Reba hadn't even noticed the time, or to think that Brock was on his way over. When she saw it was nearing seven thirty, she jumped up the stairs and brushed her teeth. She still had her work clothes on, grey pants with a cute blue button up top; however, she decided she didn't want to take the time to pick out another outfit this close to bed time, so she just kept them on.
Hearing the door bell ring, she nearly jumped out of her pasty white skin. Calming herself quickly, she bounded down the stairs, checking her fast-growing hair in the mirror on the way.
She flung the door open to find Brock on the other side in his usual attire. Nice light blue button-down shirt with casual jeans that hugged in all the right places. Yeah, Reba had checked that out last night, too.
"Hey, Reba. I hope I didn't interrupt you. It's just; we didn't really set a time or anything, so I came over after I had dinner." Brock was a little nervous. He shoved his hands in his pockets, not sure where they would go if he didn't. He wasn't about to screw this up, again.
"No, Brock that's fine. Come on in." Suddenly, Reba's nerves calmed. It was like when she saw him, everything fit into place. She didn't have to worry about who would say what, or who would sit where. She let God take care of that, because she simply couldn't control it. Actually, this was the best she had felt in months…well, besides last night, of course.
"Okay, sure." Brock follows her over to the couch. He senses her easiness, and that relaxes him a little. Sitting down, he nods his head towards the half empty pizza box.
"Pizza night again?" He asks, shaking his head.
"Yeah, I couldn't resist." She guiltily admits.
"Did they have your cinnasticks this time?" Brock thoughtfully inquires, remembering the incident from last week. She was throwing a fit in his kitchen the next day. He was looking for the box, but didn't see it.
"Yes, they did! To be honest, I think if they told me they didn't, they knew they'd have to pay. But, I shouldn't have gotten them, cause I've already eaten them all. I really don't need all that bread. Goes straight down here." Reba mentioned, pointing to her hips.
"Reba, please, you don't have to worry about that! You're beautiful." Brock easily compliments. He was completely at ease now.
"Oh, well, thank you Brock." Reba was shocked he had said that. Sure, she'd lost a couple of pounds during the time they were separated, but recently she'd really been packing in the pizza. She had no idea Brock would voice his feelings like that, proving her opinion of herself wrong.
"You're welcome, Reba." He said slowly, debating his next move. Deciding against debating, he went for it. They were both facing each other on the couch. Brock moved his hand up to Reba's face, and slowly moved his lips to hers. He looked up at her before actually kissing her. Her face was surprised but her eyes were not. So, he continued. He enveloped her into a passionate kiss. Reba tilted her head to the side to grant him better access. This went on for a couple of minutes, both feeling the intense sparks. Neither one could take back anything now. And they knew that even if they tried, their efforts would be foolish, and pointless.
"Brock…" Reba mutters breathlessly. They had to stop. This was not right. He was still married. She was the other woman. Her best friend…what would she say?
"Uh?" Brock kept going, all along her chin, neck.
"Stop, please, we can't do this." She protested, and heard Brock grunt in the process. His hands were now on her shoulders, and her arms were wrapped around his back. She removed them, trying to calm herself.
Brock sighs, feeling rejected. "Reba, come on… We were just getting somewhere."
"I know, and that's the point. We can't do this, until that," She pointed to the ring on his fourth finger, "is off your finger. And, I'm pretty sure you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt Barbra Jean." Reba shrugs his hands off of her shoulders, kind of disappointed in Brock, thinking he didn't know her as well as she thought.
"I know. You're right. And that's the quality I admire most about you: you're always loyal to your friends. Even when it's very tempting." Brock rolls his eyes, proving Reba's suspicion of not knowing her as wrong.
"Well, thank you. And it wasn't just your fault. I definitely didn't stop you sooner."
"Hey, why don't we finish your favorite movie, since it's on TV?" He switched the subject fast, not wanting to think about what could've happened. What was the point, if it didn't?
Reba, touched that he knew her favorite movie, leaned back on the couch and faced the television. "Okay, that sounds great."
The two finished out the movie, laughing at the funny parts, and even flirting when the moments came. It was almost like they had forgotten the incident earlier, until the movie ended, and Reba suddenly became very aware of how quiet it was in the room, which in turn made her think of Barbra Jean (because she usually cause the lack of silence).
Then she remembered: she still had no idea what happened last night between him and BJ. She had to know. Their whole relationship depended on that conversation…well, most of it anyway.
"Brock…" She gently pressed.
"Humm?" Brock was almost on cloud nine, sitting on the couch, with Reba cuddled up under his left arm. They were so right together. They fit each other, and he just couldn't see it any other way.
"What-…What did you and Barbra Jean talk about last night after I left?" She exhales, still in the same position. Although this was their perfect moment together, she had to know.
"…..What?"
End of Chapter 2
I know, I'm mean. Lol, but I did update within one day…so don't get used to it. I had a rough day (getting a ticket for parking in wrong spot while filming at work, then dinging a University car after that—but both are all good! Thank you LORD!) Then had a great night (with my college Sunday School group meeting for a movie-Courageous-with our awesome teacher ) , SO, I decided to update for y'all…ANYway, REVIEW please! It really brightens my spirits!
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