She and Brock had been getting a lot closer the last few months, naturally. They always happened to bump into each other.
Flashback (A/N I always hated when movies have flashbacks that aren't that obvious because I don't know they are till the end and I get very confused. L And still people think I'm 'so smart', go figure. But Park Two months prior
Reba got out to take a walk around the now familiar park.
As she was walking deep in thought oblivious to the workd around er, she instantly returned after hearing her named repeatidly called.
She slowed to a stop trying to figure out if she had actually heard it or not. She truned around to see Brock smiling and walking toward her.
He said, " I didn't know you came here?"
"Yeah I started about a month or so ago, its all those hamburgers you throw at me."
They both laugh and continue the walk around the pond.
"So what brings you here" she questioned.
"Had to get away from my neighbors, they blast music all the time".
"Really? So do mine."
"Yeah? But I bet they don't blare Sonny & Cher till the crack of dawn."
"I like Sonny and Cher" she replied.
"Well as long as you don't burst into 'I Got You Babe' I'll be fine."
She smiled and got an idea. He saw it and quickly added "Don't, PLEASE!"
Too late, she started singing.
"You're not real pretty, but you're mine…"
She saw his face in mock pain and began laughing too hard to finish singing.
"I'm sorry" she said between breathes.
Sorry. He thought. For what? Singing, calling my ugly or implying I was hers? Probably the first, cuz I defiantly wouldn't mind the last. He smiled at the thought.
"Never say 'don't sing' to a singer, they can't help themselves and start singing.
Her laughter calmed to a few various giggles as they returned to their walk.
End Flashback
She decided to call him so he could help her pick out a cat.
She got out of bed and went to the living room to find a phone. She grabbed the cordless out of its holder and entered the kitchen.
She looked through her phone book for his name. Found it and dialed. After four rings he answered.
"Hello" he said sleepily.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
Yes. "No" he lied, yawning.
"Good, Because I need your help."
"With what" he asked waking up more by the minute.
"How soon can you be here?"
Knock Knock
"Hey" she said out of breath, "one second".
"C'mon in" Reba yelled to him already in the next room grabbing a few last minute items.
He walked in slowly, closing the door behind him.
Brock took in the small, but cozy looking apartment.
Picture frames of what he guesses were family members were everywhere.
Maybe she misses home? Where is home?
Suddenly Brock realized he didn't know much about the woman at all. Where she came from, what she did. Hell he didn't even know her last name.
That's strange, he thought. He never asked but still, he should know her last name by now.
I'll ask her about it later. He told himself.
"Ok, I'm ready" Reba said coming back into the living room, "lets go."
Brock opened his mouth as if to speak. Later, he repeated to himself, later.
"Yes lets."
Rejoice! They are getting longer! I didn't realize I never said her last name until I wrote this chapter. Kinda weird. I mean if I were him I'd be all like "Hmmm, maybe she's an ex con or an ex beauty pageant queen, Nah I would've noticed….not that uh, I watch them…." LOL. It's getting all Dwight Yoakum now bursts into song 'we cant go on together with suspicious minds' windows break That seals it, I'll never be a singer. Review!