Reba shrugged and pointed at glass as if asking for a drink. "What do you want?" Brock asked looking at the menu.
Reba points to a coke and the waitress takes the order. "Ok, we have a special song to play tonight, it's a beautiful one, just picked out by the hot ex football star." The DJ said waving at Van, who was hit by Cheyenne.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give fate the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small when you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Reba starts to sing here: Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
Brock looked down at Reba who was smiling back at his shocked expression. Without thinking Brock kissed Reba while Van and Cheyenne giggled and clapped.
"Oh gosh, I'm so glad you can talk." Brock said. "Why didn't you talk before?" Brock asked. "I don't know, I guess, I was just to scared." Reba answered.
Brock smiled at Reba again as Van and Cheyenne walked over to them. "Good to here your voice again." Van said. "Yeah, it was really quiet." Cheyenne said.
"Well, I know you'll be glad to here this." Reba said. "What?" Van asked. "Van, you were so kind to me, I won't call you donkey anymore." Reba said putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, you wanna go home?" Brock asked. "Yeah, I am so tired, I could go to sleep right here." Reba said.
Brock, Reba, Van and Cheyenne walked out to the parking lot and Van suddenly changed his mind. "You know what, why don't we stay longer Cheyenne?" Van asked.
"Why not?" Cheyenne asked looking at Brock. "Fine bye me." Brock said helping Reba into the car.
"So, tell me the truth, what is the real reason you didn't talk?" Brock said as they drove down the highway.
"I really don't know, but I think that counsalor was right." Reba said. "What counsalor?" Brock asked. "A woman named Zina Ponsell came to Jake's school while I was there and she talked about 1 out of 4 women will know their attacker."
"Her son TJ is good friends with Jake and her daughter hangs around with them a lot." Reba explained. "Wow, do you remember what your attacker looked like?" Brock asked. "All I remember is muddy river colored hair and brown eyes." Reba said.
To let yall know that Zina, TJ, and Tia are living breathing people, they are my cousins and my aunt and I love them with all my heart. Tia is 14, TJ is 8 about to be 9 on the 17th, so I made him friends with Jake even though he's younger then them, believe me, they love this show as much as I do. I love you guys! I know this chapter was a little boring, but oh don't worry, so many surprises are in store for the next ones.