A/N I do not own any of the characters
I Lied
By the time Cheyenne got out of the shower, she was crying. She didn't know what to do. She was in a rut and there was only one way of getting out. Marriage used to be simple. Her and Van loved each other and that's all she knew at 17. But now she was afraid that the mistakes she made would never be fixed.
"Oh, Brock, isn't this excitin'?!" Barbra Jean said to Brock.
Them and five other people were sitting around a platform behind easels.
"Oh, this is such a great experience!"
"Yeah, well," Brock said. "How much are these "experiences" going to cost me?"
"Like you got better things to buy for $50."
"Alright class, we'll bring out the first model." A short, slightly skinny, dark haired, dark eyed man said. He appeared to be of the Asian race.
Brock looked up in horror.
'Barbra Jean, he ain't got no clothes on! I don't wanna draw that!"
"Quit being immature!"
"I'm not the one wearing a cardboard tube on my-"
"Brock!"
"Okay, I know this my be a little disturbing to some of you, but I can assure you, this is strictly art." The instructor announced.
The model looked to weigh about 300 pounds and also had dark hair.
"You will have about twenty minutes for each pose."
"Pose?!"
"you may begin."
The model put his hands on his hips and winked at Brock.
After the class...
"I feel dirty."
"Why?"
"I paid fifty dollars for some naked stranger to 'pose' in front of me! That should be illegal! Or at least in Texas."
Barbra Jean and Brock walked down to the walkway to their car when they saw Cheyenne go by.
"Hey, Cheyenne, what are you doing here?" Brock asked.
"Oh, hey. I, uh, I just came to see Eric. What are you doing here?"
"Barbra Jean signed us up for a few art classes. Uh, who's Eric?"
"He's the teacher.
"Well, the class just ended. Plus I don't think you want to go to this one, it's a little disturbing."
"Brock."
"Oh, okay. Well then I'll just go and get some details for next week."
"Okay. I'll see you later I guess."
"Bye, bye!"
"She was acting a little weird, don't you think?"
"How?" Barbra Jean asked.
"I dunno, just outta character."
Later...
Brock drove into the driveway and into the garage.
"Geeze, Brock, it still feel like you're dropping me off at home and then head back to your condo. It's like we're still gettin' divorced or somethin'" Barbra Jean chckled.
"Excuse me?"
"What?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothin'. It's just that, terrible, awful memories like that are a tough habit to break, that's all."
"Oh, so now I'm a tough, nasty habit to break, like cigarettes! It probably be easier to quite those thatn me.!" Brock got out of the car.
"Brock, get back here!"
One week later...
"Hey, homey, want some cookies?" Reba asked Cheyenne as she sat down on one of the green bar stools.
"No, thank you. I'm not very hungry."
"Van's home! And guess what? I found this cute little house at the end of 48th street. It has two bedrooms, one bath, and a family room with plush carpet. Tell me I'm no good!" Van chuckled.
"Van, two bedrooms aren't gonna be enough."
"Why not? we can put in mirrors."
"I'm pregnant."
"What?! Who?!"
"Oh, Cheyenne!" Reba yelled as she ran around to hug her.
"What's going on?" Kyra asked coming in.
"Cheyenne's pregnant... again!"
"When did this happen?" Van asked confused.
"Probably the five minutes you two stopped arguing." Kyra said getting a bottle of water.
"Kyra!"
"What? The only time they stop fighting is when Van has food in his mouth."
"Kyra, that is so not true."
"You're righ, I take that back. He still yells... and he likes to spray a lot." Kyra said and walke dout the back door.
"Cheyenne, this is so great! I'll make you a doctor's appiontment."
"No, really Cheyenne. I really don't know how this happend."
"Well, too bad we're not talking to your dad anymore." Cheyenne chuckled nervously.
"Okay, I called Dr. Shmit and he's got you a place next friday at 9:00."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, a.m or p.m because I'm working late."
"Van, you can't just walk into a clinic any 'ole time you want."
"Well excuse me! Maybe next time, I'll be sure to take the 'Walkins Welcome' sign more litteral. Now, I have work to do. Excuse me." Van said and walked out the back door.
"I'm going to lie down."
"Okay, you want me to come get you later?"
"You can if you want but I doubt it'll do any good." Cheyenne went into the living room and headed up th stairs to her bedroom.
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