Okay I know I said I would update last Thursday, but I have been major busy with uni work. So I'm sorry, I can't stand it when my fave stories don't get updated for ages. so thank you for being patient :0)
Also thank you for the reviews, they mean a lot. It keeps me going.
I know this isn't exactly what you guys have been waiting for, believe me Charlie will be coming in soon, I just don't want to rush things. Plus I like writing for Pake and Reba, from reading her book, I can tell that these two were best friends growing up :0)
It's a little short, but I hope this keeps you guys going until I can update properly. :0)
You know the drill, if I owned anything it would be Reba..in my pocket...constantly singing Fancy and looking cute :0)
Thanks guys :0)
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About an hour later, Reba walked out of her stateroom and towards the front of the bus...to where she knew there was food.
She grumbled and cussed at the early wake up call but she knew once she was fed and watered, she would be happy.
You sound like a dang ficus Nell.
However, when she got there she had a feeling of deja vu, for once again the band had cleaned that kitchen of every sausage,
scrambled eggs and bacon it held, all that was left was the aroma of the breakfast Reba had been looking forward to all morning. Storming to the front door of the bus, looking out at her band mates who were currently tackling her older brother to the ground in some makeshift football game, she pushed it open and put her thumb and middle finger in her mouth.
The sound of the whistle made all the boys jump to their feet and look towards Reba as she descended the steps, a look of fury on her face as she waltzed up to the men.
"Would somebody like to tell me where all the food went please?" she said in a sickly sweet voice, puncuated with a batting of her eyelids.
When nobody spoke she moved towards another band member.
"Do you know where the food is? I know there was some because I smelt it cooking this morning, so don't you dare lie to me son"
When he gulped and looked towards Pake, Reba flung her head around to look at him, her loose curls gently brushing against her face with the slight wind. She marched on over to Pake, and found herself getting madder when she caught him sniggering. She looked at him for a long time, her eyes studying his face for clues. He just stood there, a big grin on his face and his hands in his front pockets.
"Pig"
That was it, Reba ran towards him and tackled him to the ground, she may be small but she was mighty.
As Reba was pounding on his chest, Pake tried to stop laughing as he grabbed her hands in his and finally pried her off him,
still keeping her fists well away from his body, he turned to the band.
"Alright boys, playtime's over. Looks like your boss is cranky, tired and-"
"Hungry" Reba pouted.
As the boys headed off towards the bus, Pake pulled Reba over to the picnic tables they had parked next to. Looking around him he slowly bent down and rummaged under the table, finally coming back up with a plate in his hands. Reba's eyes got big as she slowly took in what was on it - pancakes, syrup, berries, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and Reba's favourite:
Miracle Whip.
"How did you-"
"Shhh. Had to sneak it off before the boys ate it all, why do you think I let them tackle me out here, had to distract em so they wouldn't notice me gone" he pushed the plate towards her.
"Dig in. Pig"
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Please please review. Also if you want to you can give me ideas on where you would like the story to head :0) teamwork has always been my favourite creative outlook :0)