7x06-Who is this Kyra?
(A/N: I feel like I haven't posted anything in forever! Here's the next installment in my season 7. Btw, I start school on Monday, so I don't know how much time I'll have for this.)
Van and Cheyenne's house-Van and Cheyenne's room-middle of the night:
(Van and Cheyenne are lying in bed. There is a baby crying in the background. Cheyenne rolls over and touches Van's shoulder.)
Cheyenne: Van, your turn…
(Van rolls over, stirs for a minute, and then is silent.)
Cheyenne: Van!
(Van stays in the same position and is silent. Cheyenne gets up and comes back with the baby. She feeds him and then puts him back in his room. This pattern continues all night.)
Theme Song
Reba's house-living room-morning:
Cheyenne: I was up all night with the baby, and of course, Van was no help. He was so much more helpful with Elizabeth.
Reba: Yeah, so was…(She pauses and thinks a minute.) No, he wasn't any more helpful with Kyra.
(Cheyenne laughs, and Kyra walks in.)
Reba: Hey, I was going to make some breakfast. You guys want any?
Cheyenne: That sounds great.
Kyra: No, thanks. I have to go home. I just want to drop by.
(Kyra walks out the door. They both stare after her curiously.)
Cheyenne: What was that about?
Reba: I don't know. I haven't seen her eat anything in weeks.
Cheyenne: I know. I invited her over for dinner, but she always says no. I just figured that she was afraid of my cooking.
Reba: Very possible. But you know she's not afraid of my cooking.
Brock and Barbara Jean's house-kitchen-evening:
(Barbara Jean is getting things ready for dinner. Brock walks in.)
Barbara Jean: Hey, honey.
Brock: Hey. You wouldn't believe the day that I've had.
Barbara Jean: Rough day at the office, honey?
Brock: Absolutely. It's been busy all day. The little kids were acting crazy, and the parents were irritated because they couldn't control them. My receptionist said the same thing. Is there a full moon or something?
Barbara Jean: I don't think so.
Brock: Well, something's going on. People aren't usually this crazy.
Barbara Jean: Hopefully, things will get better tomorrow. Did you talk to Kyra?
Brock: Yeah, she said she had rehearsal with the band.
Barbara Jean: Hmm.
Brock: What?
Barbara Jean: That's the third time she's bailed on dinner with us. Are you sure she's okay?
Brock: I'm sure she's fine.
Reba's house-kitchen-evening:
(Reba is standing in the kitchen with the refrigerator open. Jack is sitting at the counter.)
Jack: What about steak?
Reba: No, then, I'd have to run to the store.
Jack: What about…(He stands and walks over to her. He puts his hands on her hips and turns her around. He pulls her toward him and kisses her.)
Reba (when she pulls away): I like that option, but what is everyone else going to eat?
(He smiles and kisses her again. Cheyenne walks in.)
Cheyenne: Hey, Mom. What's for dinner?
(Reba blushes and pulls away from Jack. He takes his place at the kitchen counter.)
Reba: I don't know yet.
Cheyenne: Really? It sure looked like you were cooking something.
(Reba's eyes widen, and she blushes again.)
Reba: Don't you have your own house now? Why don't you eat there?
Cheyenne: That's funny, Mom. We'd just be ordering pizza. Neither one of us knows how to cook.
(Ayden cries off screen. Cheyenne groans.)
Reba: I'll get him.
Jack: No, you're making dinner. I'll get him.
Cheyenne: Thanks, Jack.
(He walks into the living room and returns with Ayden in his arms. He has already stopped crying. Reba and Cheyenne just look shocked.)
Cheyenne: How did you do that so quickly?
Jack: You just have to know what you're doing.
Cheyenne: You have to teach me!
Reba: I don't think it can be taught. He's obviously a natural.
Van and Cheyenne's housing-bedroom-morning:
(Van and Cheyenne are getting ready for the day. Cheyenne is in the closet looking at the clothes.)
Cheyenne: Van, have you seen my favorite sweater?
Van: Check the oven.
Cheyenne: Why would my sweater be in the oven?
Van: Well, neither one of us cook, and the oven is a great place for storage.
(She walks down the stairs and opens the open. A bunch of clothes come spilling out. She grabs a yellow sweater from them.)
Reba's house-living room-evening:
(Brock walks in.)
Brock: So, you called me over here. That never happens. What's up?
Reba: I think you should sit down, Brock.
Brock: Oh, no. You're not going to choke me or something, are you?
Reba: As tempting as that idea is, no.
Brock: Hit me over the head with a lamp?
Reba: No, this is about Kyra.
Brock: What's up with Kyra?
Reba: Well, I haven't seen her eat in a weeks. Every time I've invited her to dinner, she's always had some sort of excuse, and the same thing has happened with Van and Cheyenne.
Brock: It's happened with Barbara Jean and me too.
Reba: I was afraid of that.
Brock: So, have you talked to Kyra about it?
Reba: Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first.
Reba's house-living room-later that night:
(Kyra walks in and see Reba and Brock on the couch together.)
Reba: Hey, Kyra.
Kyra: Wow, you and Dad in the same room. I haven't since that in a long time.
Reba: Take a seat, Kyra.
(Kyra nervously sits down.)
Kyra: What's up?
Reba: Well, we're worried about you. Neither one of us has seen you eat in weeks, and we just wanted to make sure you're okay.
Kyra: I'm fine.
Reba: Do you eat, Kyra?
Kyra (voice raising a little bit): Yes, of course I eat!
Reba: How much?
Kyra: I don't know. Enough.
Brock: Honey, it's okay really. We just want you to get the help you need.
Kyra: I don't need any help!
(She gets up and storms out.)
Reba: Dang it, Brock! I told you not to say anything!
Brock: What? She needed to hear it.
Kyra's apartment-hallway-morning:
(Reba walks up to Kyra's door. She has a covered dish in her hand. She knocks on her door, and Kyra answers it.)
Reba: Hey, honey. I brought you something.
(Kyra looks at it and then looks annoyed.)
Kyra: Mom, I told you that I'm fine.
(And then, she collapses. To be continued… is flashed across the screen.)
