p style="text-align: left;" "You did not!" /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby smiled while leaning forward to show Reba the scar on his right hand. "Did too, look."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba shook her head while looking at him in disbelief. "I can not believe you punched your hand through a drum durin a set." She sat on a box, and Bobby on the floor due to the lack of chairs in the room. "Don't give me all the credit, a couple of beers were involved." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Obviously." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby laughed at her snarky response. "Yeah, my hand got stuck on the nail inside the drum kit, and i pulled it backwards."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba cringed at the mental image and shook her head. "Stop it."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Nine stitches." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Pftt, that's nothin." She rolled up her pant leg and showed him the scar on her ankle. "Twenty-two stitches." /p
p style="text-align: left;""How'd that happen?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Rodeo-in. I was runnin barrels and i got bucked off the horse. My leg got cut on one of the rusted barrels on my way down. I was only thirteen when it happened." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Rodeo-in and barrel racing, you're a real cowgirl aren't chya?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""I guess you could say that." She smiled smugly. Bobby laughed and watched as her attention caught on to a guitar in the corner of the room. "You ever play?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"She snapped her eyes back to his, shaking her head. "No, my daddy wouldn't let me, he said it was a waste of time." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey, mine too." He said with a chuckle. "You wanna learn?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "What, right now?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Sure." He stood up from the floor, walking over to pick up the guitar. "Who knows how much longer Joey's gonna take." He returned to his spot, perching the guitar on his knee and making sure it was tuned. He handed it over to Reba. She took it from him, cautiously holding onto the neck and resting the body on her knee just as he'd done. "Ok, put your index finger on the A string on the second fret."/p
p style="text-align: left;" She looked at him bewildered. "The what on the what?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" He chuckled. "Ok, there's six strings. From top to bottom it's E, A, D, G, B, and then E again." She still looked at him confused. "The way that i remembered it is 'Eddie Ate Dynamite, Goodbye Eddie.' You got it?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba nodded. "I think so." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Great, put your finger where i told ya, then put your middle finger on the low E string, second fret." He watched as she placed her finger on the sixth string. "No, that's the high E, put it on the first string." She did what he told her. He cocked his head. "Almost." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "What do you mean almost?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "You're on the third fret."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "What the heck is a fret?" Bobby laughed and she frowned. "Clearly i wasn't meant to play guitar." She went to put it down but he stopped her. /p
p style="text-align: left;""It's your first time. Here, i'll show you." He lifted himself up from the floor and sat next to her. He scooted closer and wrapped his arm around her, covering her hand with his own. "This finger," he tapped her index finger. "Goes here." He took it and pressed it against the A string on the second fret. "And this one..." Reba took in a deep breath as his body pressed against hers, his breath warm against her ear. She bit her lips and starred at a poster across the room, trying hard not to focus on the strong arms wrapped around her. Man he smells good./p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby chuckled and pulled away a little to look at her. "What?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"Her cheeks went red as she realized what she'd said loud. "What?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" He smiled, not saying anything else. He moved back closer to her, positioning her fingers on the right strings. "Ok, now press down her hard." He watched as she winced a little as she did. "It hurts when you first play, you have to build up callouses." She nodded, pressing down harder. "Ok, now strum across all the strings." He handed her a guitar pick. She took it in her left hand, dragging it down the six strings. They both smiled as the sound cut through the room. "That's a G chord." /p
p style="text-align: left;"She turned to look at him with a smile. "Thanks." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "No problem." He smiled back at her. He leaned forward, tilting his head to the right. Reba's heart beat quickened, her eyes heavily locked on his. She tilted her head to the right as his lips inched towards her. /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Break it up love birds, i'm lockin up." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba jumped as Joey entered the room, instantly moving away from Bobby. She set the guitar down and stood up, distancing herself from him. /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby gritted his teeth, glaring at Bobby while standing up. "What do you mean you're lockin up? I'm supposed to record the new song today. We've been waitin here for hours for you to get the booth open."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "I could tell what a chore it was for you." He sarcastically spoke, glancing at Reba, Bobby's face got hot. "We'll record it on Friday, i have a bunch of meetings that are more important." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby snorted. "You don't have any meetings. You're just lazy." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Joey shot Bobby a glare before turning to Reba with a smile. "Reba, sweetheart, we'll do your session on Friday as well." He informed her while placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her out of the room; Bobby close behind. /p
p style="text-align: left;" She nodded politely as they stopped in the hallway. "Ok. That sounds great." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Great just be here at three." He turned to Bobby. "At least someone has respect." /p
p style="text-align: left;""It's not about respect, she's just too nice to be rude." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba awkwardly played with her hands while Joey rolled his eyes. "Which ever, i like her better than you."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Yeah, yeah. Bobby's a pain in my ass, same old song, join in if you know the words." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba laughed and Joey glanced at her, causing her to stop. He shook his head before turning to lock up his office. "Oh and no more of you two hangin out in my office alone, God only know's what you're doin in there." /p
p style="text-align: left;"Reba's cheeks turned bright red and she shook her head. "We're not together." She managed to fumble out. She could feel Bobby's eyes on her and the small smirk sprawled across his face. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Joey nodded while turning back to them, putting his keys away. "Clearly. Friday, be there." He walked off down the hallway, leaving the pair standing there. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Bobby shook his head while placing his hands in his front pockets and looking at her disapprovingly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at you, gettin me in trouble."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Me, gettin you in trouble? You're the one who suggested waitin in his office!" She exclaimed./p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby chuckled and took his hands out of his pockets, wrapping an arm around Reba's shoulders as they started down the hallway. "I was just messin with you." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Sorry." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "It's all good. I learned my lesson. Don't mess with Big Red." /p
p style="text-align: left;" She playfully elbowed him as they made it outside. "Don't call me that." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Sorry Red." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba pulled away from exasperated. "I said don't call me that!" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "No, you said don't call you Big Red."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "It's the same thing." She rolled her eyes as he shrugged. "Well, i should get goin." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Wait, were are you headed off to?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Home." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Hangout with me today." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba laughed at the shyness that had over come him. "You wanna hangout?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""Well, both our days have been wasted by jackass back there." He gestured behind him towards the building. "Why not? Have you been downtown yet?" She shook her head and he smiled. "You're gonna love it. C'mon." He unconsciously grabbed her hand and headed for his truck. Reba stopped him. /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Bobby I'd love to hangout but I gotta work." /p
p style="text-align: left;"He frowned. "Oh. Well how about tomorrow?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"She smiled. "Sure."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Awesome. I'll give you a ride to work." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Thanks." They got to his truck and he opened the door for her, running to the drivers seat once she was settled. "So what's exactly downtown?" She asked as they pulled out of the lot./p
p style="text-align: left;" "Everything. You'll like it." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "We're not gonna go to a bar are we?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby laughed and shook his head. "Nope. Won't make that mistake again." He glanced over when she didn't say anything, and frowned seeing her sulk. He reached over and placed his hand on her knee, squeezing it. "Hey, i was just messin with ya."/p
p style="text-align: left;" She shrugged, trying not to focus on his hand. "Still, i didn't make that night a very fun one." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Are you kiddin? Reba that was the funnest night out i've had in a long time...asides from the puking." /p
p style="text-align: left;" She looked out the window embarrassed. "I'm sorry. And i'm sorry about what happened with Davis." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault he's an idiot." She shrugged and he bit his lips before speaking again. "What exactly did happen?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"She sighed and propped her elbow up. Still trying not to pay attention to the hand that still hadn't moved from her knee. "I'm not to sure. I couldn't find you, and he kept tryin to get me back to his place." He slipped his hand away from her knee, clenching the steering wheel. "And then he just kissed me." /p
p style="text-align: left;" He shook his head while clenching his teeth. "He's an idiot." Reba just shrugged. "I should just kick him outta the band." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Don't do that."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Reba-" /p
p style="text-align: left;""Bobby you told me he was the best bass player you've ever had." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "So." /p
p style="text-align: left;"Reba rolled her eyes. "So, he's still good, and he'll help you get on top." /p
p style="text-align: left;""What good is bein on top if you're surrounded by jackass's?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" She stayed quiet and they drove down the rode quietly for a couple minutes. "You still shouldn't kick him out." /p
p style="text-align: left;"Bobby let out a short laugh while shaking his head. "You are really somethin." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "What are you talkin about?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "The guy called you a spoiled daddy's girl, and tried to take advantage of you. Yet here you are, tryin to save his ass."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba shrugged. "Men are men." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Ouch. Tough blow."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "That's not what i meant. I just... never met a decent guy."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Again. Ouch." She shook her head while suppressing a smile. He looked over at her with a grin before focusing back on the road. "Looks like i'm gonna have to change that." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Good luck." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "I won't need it." /p
p style="text-align: left;" She looked over at him in disbelief before looking out the window and smiling to herself./p
p style="text-align: left;"... /p
p style="text-align: left;" "So who's the cutie that dropped you off today?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"Reba looked over at her coworker as she wiped down the counter. "A friend." /p
p style="text-align: left;" The blonde smirked, taking a drag from her cigarette. "A friend? Really?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Yes, a friend. And would you put that out LoriAnne, Roy will kill you if he catches you smokin." /p
p style="text-align: left;"She rolled her eyes. "Honey Roy doesn't care about anythin as long as he's still makin money." Reba rolled her eyes, moving to the other side of the counter. "So what do you and this 'friend' do?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "It's not like that."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Sure it's not. Is this the same 'friend' that brought you to his place?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "I was passed out drunk, he let me stay on his couch." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Mhmm. And that's all that happened?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "LoriAnne he's just a guy I met at the studio, he's been nice and showin me around town, nothin else."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Do you want somethin else to happen?" She watched as the redhead blushed and her mouth fell agape with a wide smile. "You do!" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "LoriAnne- /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Reba you like him." She gritted her teeth. "You like him a lot huh?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Even if I did like him, which i'm not sayin I do, he probably just see's me as some little kid." /p
p style="text-align: left;" The blonde frowned. "Well how old is he?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""Twenty-two."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Three years, that's not that big a difference."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba rolled her eyes. "Well wether it is or not it doesn't matter, because nothin is going to happen." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Why would you say that?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Because he's nice, and cute, and he's in a band. Guys like him don't go for girls like me." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby smiled while leaning forward to show Reba the scar on his right hand. "Did too, look."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba shook her head while looking at him in disbelief. "I can not believe you punched your hand through a drum durin a set." She sat on a box, and Bobby on the floor due to the lack of chairs in the room. "Don't give me all the credit, a couple of beers were involved." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Obviously." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby laughed at her snarky response. "Yeah, my hand got stuck on the nail inside the drum kit, and i pulled it backwards."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba cringed at the mental image and shook her head. "Stop it."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Nine stitches." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Pftt, that's nothin." She rolled up her pant leg and showed him the scar on her ankle. "Twenty-two stitches." /p
p style="text-align: left;""How'd that happen?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Rodeo-in. I was runnin barrels and i got bucked off the horse. My leg got cut on one of the rusted barrels on my way down. I was only thirteen when it happened." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Rodeo-in and barrel racing, you're a real cowgirl aren't chya?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""I guess you could say that." She smiled smugly. Bobby laughed and watched as her attention caught on to a guitar in the corner of the room. "You ever play?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"She snapped her eyes back to his, shaking her head. "No, my daddy wouldn't let me, he said it was a waste of time." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Hey, mine too." He said with a chuckle. "You wanna learn?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "What, right now?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Sure." He stood up from the floor, walking over to pick up the guitar. "Who knows how much longer Joey's gonna take." He returned to his spot, perching the guitar on his knee and making sure it was tuned. He handed it over to Reba. She took it from him, cautiously holding onto the neck and resting the body on her knee just as he'd done. "Ok, put your index finger on the A string on the second fret."/p
p style="text-align: left;" She looked at him bewildered. "The what on the what?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" He chuckled. "Ok, there's six strings. From top to bottom it's E, A, D, G, B, and then E again." She still looked at him confused. "The way that i remembered it is 'Eddie Ate Dynamite, Goodbye Eddie.' You got it?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba nodded. "I think so." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Great, put your finger where i told ya, then put your middle finger on the low E string, second fret." He watched as she placed her finger on the sixth string. "No, that's the high E, put it on the first string." She did what he told her. He cocked his head. "Almost." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "What do you mean almost?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "You're on the third fret."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "What the heck is a fret?" Bobby laughed and she frowned. "Clearly i wasn't meant to play guitar." She went to put it down but he stopped her. /p
p style="text-align: left;""It's your first time. Here, i'll show you." He lifted himself up from the floor and sat next to her. He scooted closer and wrapped his arm around her, covering her hand with his own. "This finger," he tapped her index finger. "Goes here." He took it and pressed it against the A string on the second fret. "And this one..." Reba took in a deep breath as his body pressed against hers, his breath warm against her ear. She bit her lips and starred at a poster across the room, trying hard not to focus on the strong arms wrapped around her. Man he smells good./p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby chuckled and pulled away a little to look at her. "What?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"Her cheeks went red as she realized what she'd said loud. "What?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" He smiled, not saying anything else. He moved back closer to her, positioning her fingers on the right strings. "Ok, now press down her hard." He watched as she winced a little as she did. "It hurts when you first play, you have to build up callouses." She nodded, pressing down harder. "Ok, now strum across all the strings." He handed her a guitar pick. She took it in her left hand, dragging it down the six strings. They both smiled as the sound cut through the room. "That's a G chord." /p
p style="text-align: left;"She turned to look at him with a smile. "Thanks." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "No problem." He smiled back at her. He leaned forward, tilting his head to the right. Reba's heart beat quickened, her eyes heavily locked on his. She tilted her head to the right as his lips inched towards her. /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Break it up love birds, i'm lockin up." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba jumped as Joey entered the room, instantly moving away from Bobby. She set the guitar down and stood up, distancing herself from him. /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby gritted his teeth, glaring at Bobby while standing up. "What do you mean you're lockin up? I'm supposed to record the new song today. We've been waitin here for hours for you to get the booth open."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "I could tell what a chore it was for you." He sarcastically spoke, glancing at Reba, Bobby's face got hot. "We'll record it on Friday, i have a bunch of meetings that are more important." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby snorted. "You don't have any meetings. You're just lazy." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Joey shot Bobby a glare before turning to Reba with a smile. "Reba, sweetheart, we'll do your session on Friday as well." He informed her while placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her out of the room; Bobby close behind. /p
p style="text-align: left;" She nodded politely as they stopped in the hallway. "Ok. That sounds great." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Great just be here at three." He turned to Bobby. "At least someone has respect." /p
p style="text-align: left;""It's not about respect, she's just too nice to be rude." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba awkwardly played with her hands while Joey rolled his eyes. "Which ever, i like her better than you."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Yeah, yeah. Bobby's a pain in my ass, same old song, join in if you know the words." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba laughed and Joey glanced at her, causing her to stop. He shook his head before turning to lock up his office. "Oh and no more of you two hangin out in my office alone, God only know's what you're doin in there." /p
p style="text-align: left;"Reba's cheeks turned bright red and she shook her head. "We're not together." She managed to fumble out. She could feel Bobby's eyes on her and the small smirk sprawled across his face. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Joey nodded while turning back to them, putting his keys away. "Clearly. Friday, be there." He walked off down the hallway, leaving the pair standing there. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Bobby shook his head while placing his hands in his front pockets and looking at her disapprovingly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at you, gettin me in trouble."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Me, gettin you in trouble? You're the one who suggested waitin in his office!" She exclaimed./p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby chuckled and took his hands out of his pockets, wrapping an arm around Reba's shoulders as they started down the hallway. "I was just messin with you." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Sorry." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "It's all good. I learned my lesson. Don't mess with Big Red." /p
p style="text-align: left;" She playfully elbowed him as they made it outside. "Don't call me that." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Sorry Red." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba pulled away from exasperated. "I said don't call me that!" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "No, you said don't call you Big Red."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "It's the same thing." She rolled her eyes as he shrugged. "Well, i should get goin." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Wait, were are you headed off to?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Home." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Hangout with me today." /p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba laughed at the shyness that had over come him. "You wanna hangout?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""Well, both our days have been wasted by jackass back there." He gestured behind him towards the building. "Why not? Have you been downtown yet?" She shook her head and he smiled. "You're gonna love it. C'mon." He unconsciously grabbed her hand and headed for his truck. Reba stopped him. /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Bobby I'd love to hangout but I gotta work." /p
p style="text-align: left;"He frowned. "Oh. Well how about tomorrow?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"She smiled. "Sure."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Awesome. I'll give you a ride to work." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Thanks." They got to his truck and he opened the door for her, running to the drivers seat once she was settled. "So what's exactly downtown?" She asked as they pulled out of the lot./p
p style="text-align: left;" "Everything. You'll like it." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "We're not gonna go to a bar are we?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" Bobby laughed and shook his head. "Nope. Won't make that mistake again." He glanced over when she didn't say anything, and frowned seeing her sulk. He reached over and placed his hand on her knee, squeezing it. "Hey, i was just messin with ya."/p
p style="text-align: left;" She shrugged, trying not to focus on his hand. "Still, i didn't make that night a very fun one." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Are you kiddin? Reba that was the funnest night out i've had in a long time...asides from the puking." /p
p style="text-align: left;" She looked out the window embarrassed. "I'm sorry. And i'm sorry about what happened with Davis." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Why are you sorry? It's not your fault he's an idiot." She shrugged and he bit his lips before speaking again. "What exactly did happen?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"She sighed and propped her elbow up. Still trying not to pay attention to the hand that still hadn't moved from her knee. "I'm not to sure. I couldn't find you, and he kept tryin to get me back to his place." He slipped his hand away from her knee, clenching the steering wheel. "And then he just kissed me." /p
p style="text-align: left;" He shook his head while clenching his teeth. "He's an idiot." Reba just shrugged. "I should just kick him outta the band." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Don't do that."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Reba-" /p
p style="text-align: left;""Bobby you told me he was the best bass player you've ever had." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "So." /p
p style="text-align: left;"Reba rolled her eyes. "So, he's still good, and he'll help you get on top." /p
p style="text-align: left;""What good is bein on top if you're surrounded by jackass's?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" She stayed quiet and they drove down the rode quietly for a couple minutes. "You still shouldn't kick him out." /p
p style="text-align: left;"Bobby let out a short laugh while shaking his head. "You are really somethin." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "What are you talkin about?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "The guy called you a spoiled daddy's girl, and tried to take advantage of you. Yet here you are, tryin to save his ass."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba shrugged. "Men are men." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Ouch. Tough blow."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "That's not what i meant. I just... never met a decent guy."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Again. Ouch." She shook her head while suppressing a smile. He looked over at her with a grin before focusing back on the road. "Looks like i'm gonna have to change that." /p
p style="text-align: left;""Good luck." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "I won't need it." /p
p style="text-align: left;" She looked over at him in disbelief before looking out the window and smiling to herself./p
p style="text-align: left;"... /p
p style="text-align: left;" "So who's the cutie that dropped you off today?" /p
p style="text-align: left;"Reba looked over at her coworker as she wiped down the counter. "A friend." /p
p style="text-align: left;" The blonde smirked, taking a drag from her cigarette. "A friend? Really?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Yes, a friend. And would you put that out LoriAnne, Roy will kill you if he catches you smokin." /p
p style="text-align: left;"She rolled her eyes. "Honey Roy doesn't care about anythin as long as he's still makin money." Reba rolled her eyes, moving to the other side of the counter. "So what do you and this 'friend' do?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "It's not like that."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Sure it's not. Is this the same 'friend' that brought you to his place?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "I was passed out drunk, he let me stay on his couch." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Mhmm. And that's all that happened?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "LoriAnne he's just a guy I met at the studio, he's been nice and showin me around town, nothin else."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Do you want somethin else to happen?" She watched as the redhead blushed and her mouth fell agape with a wide smile. "You do!" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "LoriAnne- /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Reba you like him." She gritted her teeth. "You like him a lot huh?"/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Even if I did like him, which i'm not sayin I do, he probably just see's me as some little kid." /p
p style="text-align: left;" The blonde frowned. "Well how old is he?" /p
p style="text-align: left;""Twenty-two."/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Three years, that's not that big a difference."/p
p style="text-align: left;" Reba rolled her eyes. "Well wether it is or not it doesn't matter, because nothin is going to happen." /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Why would you say that?" /p
p style="text-align: left;" "Because he's nice, and cute, and he's in a band. Guys like him don't go for girls like me." /p