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"Where were we, Cheyenne?" Reba asked.

"Uh… Dad just licked your hand..?" Brock laughed.

"I think I remember this…" Brock said.

"Just by that little part?" Kyra asked and Brock nodded.

"Yeah. And I remember exactly what we were talkin about too." Brock said, looking at Reba. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, movin on…" Reba said. "Halloween, a few days after that?" She asked Brock, he tried thinking back to the day that happened twenty years ago.

"Hmm… Oh! Yeah… Do that part."

"Alright… October 31st, 1979..."

October 31st, 1997, Halloween day.

"What on earth are you doin?" Terry asked his girlfriend who was on a step ladder putting up fake spider webs around the bar.

"I'm decorating, what does it look like?!"

"For what?"

"Halloween!"

"Oh.. that's today?" Terry asked.

"No, it's last week. Yes, it's today! I told you to get a costume."

"Sorry, baby. I forgot."

"Didn't see that one comin…" She mumbled quietly.

"Huh?" He asked, walking around the bar.

"Nothin." She smiled and stepped down.

"Hey, I gotta help my brother move tonight and Brock's coverin for me, you two gonna be okay by yourselves for a few hours?" She rolled her eyes.

"I'm better off by myself."

"It'll probably be busy tonight, please? Just for a little bit." He begged.

"Fine… but you need to hurry. I don't know how long I'm gonna be able to put up with him."

"Well, he's my best friend, honey. Hopefully forever." She felt nauseated at the thought of forever. With both of them. She knew it was bad, but she just didn't feel anything with Terry. She didn't feel like they could spend forever together… he obviously did, but she was nineteen! She didn't want to think about finding the love of her life and settling down already. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear Brock come in. "Okay, gotta go. Thank you guys so much." He kissed Reba's cheek, then ran out the door.

"Just you and me tonight, Red." Brock said with a sly grin.

"Don't call me that. And quit smilin about it." She demanded.

"Oh, c'mon… it'll be fun! I even have a costume I was gonna wear." Reba looked at him.

"You dress up?" He smirked sheepishly and nodded.

"It's fun… the one night a year you don't have to be yourself."

"That's how I think of it."

"You dress up?" Reba raised her eyebrow.

"Maybe… not this year. I'm stuck workin and I thought Terry would be here to dress up with me."

"Well, I know I ain't Terry, but I'd be happy to make a fool out of myself with you." Reba thought about it, then shook her head.

"Nah…"

"Well, I'm gonna no matter what you do… I'll be back." He ran out to his car and was back in less than a minute, then ran into the bathroom. About five minutes later he came out dressed up as a clown with out the makeup… "Think you could help-"She cut him off before he could finish as he sat in one of the barstools in front of where she stood behind the bar.

"No."

"Oh, come on.. I don't know how to do this crap. Please?" She rolled her eyes and snatched the makeup out of his hand, then started applying white makeup all over his face.

"A clown is the best you could do? A little unoriginal, don't you think?" He shrugged.

"I thought it was funny…" He paused. "You're very hard to please, you know."

"Only stupid people would know that."

"And childish." he added.

"Says the guy dressed as a clown!"

"Hey… you dress up too."

"It's my favorite holiday." He sighed and stayed quiet for a while.

"Sorry you gotta spend it with me." She looked at him.

"Huh?"

"I just know you don't like me very much… It must suck to spend your favorite holiday with someone you hate."

"I don't hate you, Brock… and I'm sure you know the feeling."

"I don't, actually. And if you're saying I hate you, you're wrong. Sure, you're kind of annoying and hateful, but you aren't the worst woman I've ever met."

"… Thanks? Or should I be mad?" Brock chuckled and shook his head, but Reba grabbed the top of his head to held it still. "Quit movin."

"I was being honest, not rude… and it's just an opinion. Everybody else seems to like you."

"Soo… you don't?" He looked up and met her eyes.

"What's it matter?" She shrugged. "I mean, do you honestly care what I think of you?" She thought about it for a second, then shrugged again.

"Guess it's not a huge deal." Brock looked back down, disappointed at her answer. What he said about her was true, he did mean it, but there were other things he left out. Like how adorable he thought she was when she laughs and scrunches her nose slightly, or how when she gets annoyed or angry she raises her eyebrow and glares a glare that only she could do, how she paces back and forth while she's thinking or anxious, how she's so sarcastic and funny and playful, yet serious when she needs to be. Brock thought about how he seemed to love more qualities about her than what he disliked and it scared him, made him feel a little sick, actually because this was his best friends girlfriend and he had only known her a few months… well, as long as Terry had known her. Almost a year. Brock shook the thoughts from him head and looked back up at the beautiful redhead.

"Why's it your favorite holiday?"

"I normally like scarin people and settin up pranks, but obviously," She motioned around the bar with her hand. "cant do that." He smirked. "What?" He just shook his head again.

"So, how're things with Terry?" She shrugged, then stopped herself from saying anything. This was Terry's best friend she was talking to and she had to remember that.

"Fine."

"Just 'fine'?"

"We're fantastic." Brock smirked and narrowed his eyes.

"… okay."

"Okay?" He nodded, still smirking. "What do you mean 'okay'?" She stopped putting the blue on his eyes and he shrugged.

"Okay."

"You know something."

"Maybe."

"He's planning on breaking up with me, isn't he?!"

"What? No-"

"Well, you know what? Good! Good for him. I'm happy he's doin that, he's makin the biggest mistake of his life, y'know. He's gonna miss me when I'm gone!"

"Reba! He's not breakin up with you…"

"Why… Why not?" She put her elbows on the bar and put her face in her hands.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm miserable! I cant take it anymore, Brock…" She stood up straight and looked at him with big eyes. What did she just do…? "Forget I said that… I cant believe I said that… what is wrong with me?" She talked to herself all the way to the bathroom. Brock sat there for a while, unsure of what to do. He didn't know whether to go try to talk to her and tell her he wouldn't tell Terry that, or just stay and let her think things through. And he felt like a terrible friend if he didn't tell Terry, but as weird as it was, a big chunk of him felt happy about what just slipped out of her mouth… her pretty, little mouth. Stop. No. What's he doing. Ugh… He sat there a while longer, then began to get antsy when she didn't come out for twenty minutes. He slowly made his way back to the employees only bathroom and took a deep breath before knocking.

"Reba?" Her heart started racing… she still couldn't believe she spilled that to his best friend. She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to check on you. You've been in here a while… we can talk, if you'd like."

"No, no… I'm fine. Thanks though." She tried being as nice as possible to him, hoping he would keep his trap shut.

"Okay… Just so you know, I'm not gonna say anything. It's not my problem or business. But I am here if you need to talk, I know we don't get along that well, but you seem kinda stressed." She walked to the door and thought about opening it, but quickly changed her mind.

"Thanks…" She said quietly, part of her hoping her heard, the other part hoping he didn't. Brock sighed when she didn't come out, and he got even more impatient when she stayed in there for almost an hour. People started showing up and soon, he was getting bombarded with customers.

"Reba, open up, I need your help out here!" She opened the bathroom door quickly and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me we were so busy?!" She asked as they walked out. He shrugged.

"I knew you wanted time alone."

"Yeah, but I have a job to do!"

"Sorry…" She started making drinks left and right and handing them to people with a knee weakening smile that made them want to come back for another drink… That's how she go so many customers, everybody loved her. Once they got everybody served and everyone seemed pretty happy they both let out content sighs. "Reba…" He spoke quietly, close to her ear which made her uncomfortable, but he had to ask, it was bothering him. "If you're so unhappy, why don't you just leave him?" She looked up at him, shook her head and walked away.

"I don't wanna talk about it, Brock."

"But-"

"But nothin! Just drop it, okay? Forget everything." He rolled his eyes at her when she turned around and walked away. Women are so dramatic… He turned his head toward the door when he heard it open. His eyes got big when he heard a familiar laugh, then she said his name.

"Brock Hart…" A blonde, busty, 'nurse' who was revealing way more than any 'nurse' should be, said.

"Julie Smith…" He replied once he new he was spotted.

"What are you up to nowadays, Brock?" He shrugged.

"School, work, same ol', same ol'." She sat in a stool while her friend ran to the bathroom.

"I've missed you." She said with a sparkle in her eye.

"Yeah?" She nodded and he started drying a glass.

"What're you doin tonight?"

"You're watchin it happen."

"You're workin all Halloween night?!" he nodded.

"I gotta help Reba, we're busy tonight."

"And afterwards…?" She asked seductively. He shrugged, not showing much interest.

"I don't know, Julie."

"Well, I could give you somethin to do." he thought about it a second, setting the glass down and getting himself a glass of water. She was hot, but so clingy… and he didn't want a relationship with her but he knew that's what she wanted. She was annoying and touchy feely all the time and always up his butt… but so hot. Maybe just one night together and he wont hear from her again. He nodded twice.

"I'll let you know." She smiled. "Are you stayin here all night, or do you want to meet somewhere?"

"I'll come back at closing time. I just wanted to stop by and see you."

"Alright, I'll see you later then." She stood, smiling and leaned over the bar to kiss him. He mentally rolled his eyes, but gave her a light kiss before she left. Reba watched her walk out and laughed, shaking her head. She finished cleaning a table, then walked behind Brock to make somebody a drink.

"Thought you didn't own a girlfriend."

"She ain't my girlfriend." Reba rolled her eyes.

"Womanizer." She mumbled under her breath.

"What?" She looked at him.

"You're a womanizer. You've never had a serious relationship, you just sleep around."

"I just don't want a serious relationship right now, not until I find a woman who's actually worth my time, is that so bad? I'd rather not waste my time on a woman who I'm just gonna end up leaving anyway." Reba didn't have a response to that, she just went back to making the drink. "And it ain't your business." He added before walking away. Reba chuckled quietly to herself when he stormed off like a toddler.

"Y'all fight like a married couple." The customer said. Reba laughed again.

"Never… never in a million years." Reba said, then chuckled and shook her head at the ridiculous thought. They spent the rest of the night avoiding each other, not speaking or even looking at each other. Just a rare 'excuse me' or 'can you help them, I'm busy'.

2 a.m. came a lot quicker than they thought because they were so busy. Brock went back and washed his face and changed back into his everyday clothes while Reba worked on getting all the last, very intoxicated people out of the bar. There were a few guys who wouldn't listen to her, instead they'd just flirt with her, so she decided to just walk away and let Brock handle them when he came out. She washed the table when he came out and asked the guys to politely leave.

"Just one more round." one of the guys pleaded.

"No, its after close, you guys have to leave."

"Ask that pretty redhead what she's doin tonight and we'll leave." Brock rolled his eyes and turned to ask Reba the question, but when he looked at her she had a worried expression on her face and she slightly shook her head.

"She's busy." Brock stated.

"How would you know, you didn't even ask."

"Because, I'm the one she's busy with, leave. Now." He said annoyed and very bothered by the pigs. They all looked surprised, then looked at Reba who also looked surprised, but she shook it off and nodded, hoping they'd leave peacefully. It worked much to their relief. Reba watched a car pull into the parking lot and she sighed.

"Your… thing is here." She didn't really know what she was to him. "You can go, I'll finish and close up." Brock shook his head.

"She can wait, I'm not gonna make you do it all." Reba shrugged.

"It doesn't matter to me, really, go. You shouldn't make a woman wait on you, that's the woman's job." She smirked at him, but he didn't seem amused.

"I don't care if I make her wait."

'No wonder he couldn't have a serious relationship… no woman is stupid enough to ever stay with him for more than a month' Reba thought.

"Where's Terry anyway? Wasn't he supposed to be here, like, 3 hours ago?" Reba shrugged.

"Don't know. He said he wouldn't be over there all night, but knowing him and Mike they probably got beer and have been drinking." Brock gave her a sad smile. They continued cleaning for a few more minutes until they heard a horn. Reba sighed louder this time so Brock could here. "Just go."

"No."

"Brock-"

"No." Reba rolled her eyes and continued cleaning. They finished up in about 10 minutes and Brock couldn't believe Julie was still waiting for him.

"She's a keeper." Reba said as she walked out past him while he held the door for her.

"Definitely not."

"Have fun." Reba said, unlocking her car.

"Yeah." He said, as he walked over to Julies car. "See you tomorrow." Reba got in her car and waved to them as she drove by him in the parking lot. He waved back, hoping she'd see, but she didn't which made him feel stupid.

"Ready?" Julie asked, excitedly. Brock just nodded.

"You'll take me to my car tomorrow, right?"

"Yep." Brock got in the passenger seat and thought about a lot of stuff during the long, silent, and awkward car ride.

November, 24th, 1979.

"Daddy!" Cheyenne said.

"She was just a friend…" He defended.

"You never told me about this 'Julie'." Liz said.

"How often did I tell you about women?" Brock gave her a second to think. "Once in high school because I went to prom with her and you took pictures of us, and one other time."

"Who was the other one?" Van asked. Everybody gave him another look.

"The woman I knew I was gonna marry one day." Brock answered. Everybody gave Van a minute to think about it before it finally hit him. He smiled, very proud of himself.

"Mrs. H…"

"I knew you'd catch on." Reba said, smiling and patting his hand. He smiled a big, goofy smile and nodded.

"Wait, so you only brought two women home to meet Grammy Liz… ever?!" Cheyenne asked. Brock and Reba both nodded.

"The high school one I was forced to bring home and introduce to Grammy Liz though, otherwise your mother would've been the only one." Cheyenne smiled.

"That's so sweet!" Cheyenne said excitedly. Reba smirked and shook her head.

"I was just ashamed of all the other women."

"That Julie girl wasn't ugly." Reba said.

"That's not what I mean… I wasn't gonna bring girls home to meet my mother if I knew I didn't want them around a long time." Brock said, looking directly at Reba now.

"Awwww!" Cheyenne said, putting a hand on her chest.

"Yeah, yeah… he's sweet." Reba said, acting unimpressed. He gave her a dirty look and she smirked. Reba poked her nose a few times. "You got some… brown stuff on your nose, there."

"I'm not kissing up!" Brock said and Reba laughed and raised her eyebrows.

"Uh huh." Kyra looked between her parents.

"You guys are never like this." Kyra said. Reba's smile slowly faded and Brock cleared his throat.

"Everybody finished?" Reba asked, standing. Reba started picking up the plates as everybody went into the living room and talked. Cheyenne decided to help her mother with the mess. They carried all the tableware into the kitchen and set everything in the sink.

"Thanks for that, mom." Reba nodded as she rinsed the dishes. "Need any help?" Reba shook her head.

"I'm fine, honey, thank you." Cheyenne watched her mother for a minute.

"You alright?" Reba nodded. Cheyenne worried the most about her mother, she had seen her parents get along so well for fifteen years and in just a few months it seems like they're starting to fall apart. She'd heard the fighting, and even heard her mom cry a few times, but now its just nothing which scared Cheyenne even more, not communicating, no 'I love yous' no affection, just nothing. They had done good so far today, she hadn't seen them this happy in a while, but she knows it probably isn't easy for her mom to think back to all the good times they had together and tell Cheyenne about them.

"Yeah." She looked at her daughter, then went back to rinsing the dishes. "Go spend time with Grammy Liz before she leaves." Cheyenne nodded and left the kitchen. Reba watched her family laugh and talk and smile while she washed the dishes and she couldn't help but smile herself. She watched Van and Cheyenne sit closely together on the couch, she watched Liz and Kyra play the hand slap game and she watched her husband tickle their four year old son as he screeched and laughed. She rushed to get everything cleaned up that way she could be apart of it all. She finished wiping off the table, then put the rag back in the kitchen and sat down on the couch next to Cheyenne.

Jake left his fathers lap to sit on Reba's as soon as she sat down. She kissed the top of his head, then rested her head on Cheyenne's shoulder.

"Tired, momma?" Reba nodded.

"Very." She answered, while yawning. "I think it's nap time…"

"No!" Jake said.

"You don't wanna take a nap with me?" She asked, pouting. He just shook his head, clearly not worried about his moms feelings.

"DANG! Mr. H! Did you see that interception?! It went right past the guys head and into the other guys' arms! That was nuts!" Brock nodded.

"Yeah, it was." Brock looked over to the couch and grinned when he saw Reba's eyes slowly closing on Cheyenne's shoulder. "Jake, buddy, get off your mom so I can take her upstairs."

"I ain't sleepin." She mumbled with her eyes still shut.

"Yeah, but you will be." She shrugged and Brock decided to wait a few minutes until she fell 'asleep' completely to carry her up. He motioned with his thumb for Jake to get off her lap which made her move around, then he slowly picked her up. She wasn't asleep and he knew that, but she was too tired to say anything, at this point, she was happy to be carried. She waited until they were all the way up the stairs to smirk. He shook his head. "Faker." He said smiling, though she couldn't see because she still kept her eyes shut. He laid her down on her side and pulled on the blankets underneath her so he could cover her up after taking off her shoes. She smiled, he hadn't done this to her in forever and she didn't know if he was doing it because his mom was here or because they talked and agreed to try to get along better, but she didn't care. He did it and it made her happy either way. Once he was done covering her up he stood up straight and turned to walk out but she quickly opened her eyes and grabbed his arm without a second thought. He stopped and looked at her confused.

"Stay."

"Hm?"

"Stay with me… please?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Uh… W-why?" He stumbled over his words.

"Fine, just go watch the game." She said, turning her back towards him and facing his side of the bed.

"No, no…" He quickly took off his shoes and slid under the covers facing her. "I was just curious… I'm glad you asked." He said. She raised an eyebrow and he smiled.

"What?" He gave her a confused look. "Why're you smilin?"

"Because I can." He heard a loud noise come from Van and they looked at each other, scared.

"MR. H! YOU'RE MISSIN THIS GAME!" Reba rolled her eyes and Brock chuckled. "WE'RE WINNING!" Brock face went serious. Of course, the one game they win he wasn't watching.

"Just go…"

"No, it's alright."

"Brock, really, it's fine." He shook his head.

"I'll just have Van explain everything that happened and I'll try to picture it in my head." Reba had an amused look on her face at the thought of Van having to try to think back to something and tell it in details. "You're comin to the game Friday, right?"

"When do I ever miss it?"

"Last weekend."

"Jake was sick!"

"Wrap him in a blanket!" Reba gave him a dirty look and he laughed.

"One game. I miss one game and I never hear the end of it. Van has given me enough crap for it, I don't need it from you too."

"How could you miss me coach? And Van play… what kind of a wife, slash daughters-boyfriends-mom are you?" Brock asked, then grinned.

"Oh, shut up. Next time you can stay home with the sick child then."

"And you'll coach the football team?" Reba nodded. "Alright, it's a deal." Reba yawned and closed her eyes. They laid there quietly for a few minutes, then Reba felt him move a little. "Reba?" He whispered. She stayed completely quiet and still, pretending she didn't hear him. She knew what he wanted, he wanted her to be asleep so he could go back downstairs and she felt kinda bad making him stay up here with her instead of enjoying his Thanksgiving the way he likes to. He gently brushed her hair back behind her ear. "You don't ever fall asleep that quickly." He said quietly. He was right, she was always busy thinking about stuff while she was in bed, she never fell asleep within five minutes. She never fell asleep within a half hour! She waited… and waited and he didn't leave. Maybe he fell asleep? She slowly opened one eye but quickly shut it again when his face was just five inches away from hers, looking right at her. "You're faking… again"

"I tend to fake things every once in a while." She said, smirking with her eyes shut still. She opened an eye when she didn't hear a sarcastic laugh or anything. She saw him glaring and she chuckled.

"Very funny."

"You set yourself up for that one." He didn't say anything. "It was a joke, Brock. Don't get all upset now, eighteen years later. Obviously I'm a good actress if you've never noticed." She said and laughed again.

"You're ridiculous! I feel like our whole marriage is lie now!"

"Oh, Brock… I'm just teasin."

"So, you've never pretended?"

"Well, I'm not sayin that-"

"Reba!" She laughed.

"I don't know, not that I can remember…. Maybe once…" He frowned. "But it's okay. It was just that one time."

"When?" He asked sadly. She smirked.

"Well… Remember that one time you snuck us in to the golf course?" His jaw dropped.

"That was amazing, what're you talkin about?"

"Yeah, you seemed to really be enjoyin yourself." He looked heartbroken and she couldn't help but chuckle quietly. "It was just that one time, Brock. Out of every other time, I'd say you've done pretty well."

"Yeah, I have. I'm good… I'm good." He reassured himself.

"Go watch the game."

"Why're you tryin to get rid of me?"

"Because I know its how you love to spend Thanksgiving."

"I spend every Thanksgiving doing that."

"I don't think watchin me sleep is gonna be much fun." He shrugged.

"I could use a nap." He heard Van yell something and he slowly started to change his mind. Reba looked at him, obviously unconvinced that he would be staying with her much longer and she was right. "Okay, I just gotta go check the score." She smirked and rolled her eyes, turning her back towards him.

"Just wake me up in an hour." She said, waving towards to door.

"Okay." He rushed out of the room and down the stairs catching the end of the game and the team that he wasn't rooting for scoring the winning touchdown. "I need a beer…"