Title: Enchantment

Chapter 1: Here we go again

Time: Fall 2008

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When Brock and Reba open an ancient book and read from the text, they find themselves trapped in their fifteen year old bodies. How will this turn out for the pair when their kids are older than they are? What happens when they find themselves under the care of Van and Cheyenne?

What happens next? Stay tuned to find out! Keep reading to find out more!

The answers to the questions above will be revealed as you read the story. Here is "Enchantment!"

Now on with our story-

Reba was cleaning out the attic. Brock went up there to find out what all the commotion was about. He found her moving boxes around.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Reba rolled her eyes at him. "I'm getting a suntan. What does it look like I'm doing, you mo-ron?"

"Geez, Reba, I only asked. I need to talk to you."

Reba patted the spot on the floor next to her as she sat down to go through a box.

Brock took a deep breath before sitting down. "The divorce papers came in the mail today."

"Am I supposed to congratulate you on wrecking another marriage?"

"No, I just wanted..."

Reba held up her hand to stop him. "What are you going to do now? I only let you stay here until the divorce was final. Did you come up here to tell me that you found another place to live?"

"I came up here to talk to you. I'm not sure about a lot of things. I'm sorting through a lot of feelings. You're my best friend. Who else am I going to go to for support?"

Reba was ready to respond when she came across a strange looking book in a box. "Have you ever seen this before?"

"No, it looks really old."

Reba fingered the cover and the pages. She opened the book. "I can't read any of this. It looks like an ancient language or something."

Brock looked at the text, too. Together, they began to say the words on the page. A bright light appeared around them. The attic floor began to shake. The light turned into a force of energy whirling around them. It blasted through the window, knocking Reba and Brock off their feet. Their heads hit the floor, rendering them unconscious. They awoke to the sounds of Barbra Jean, Cheyenne, and Van calling their names from downstairs.

Reba sat up slowly and called out to them. "We're up here." She lifted her hand to her head. She had the worst headache. Her voice sounded strange, even to her. She looked over at Brock and screamed. "Who are you?"

He chuckled. "That's funny. I was gonna ask you the same thing. I'm Brock. You look just like my ex-wife did when she was younger."

"I was gonna tell you the same thing. Brock?" She eyed him up and down. "What happened?"

"Reba?" He eyed her up and down, too. "I think that it has something to do with the book."

That's when Barbra Jean, Cheyenne, and Van found them. What they found were two fifteen year old teens arguing.

"Excuse me? What are you two doing here? This is my mother's house," Cheyenne began.

"That would be because I am your mother," Reba said, with hands on her hips.

"No way! You can't trick us like that, even we're not that stupid. Did Kyra put you up to this?" Van asked.

Barbra Jean was silent, her eyes wide as she looked at the pair.

Reba noticed Barbra Jean's stare and started laughing. "It just occurred to me that your wife is now old enough to be your mother."

Brock looked as if steam would pour out of his ears. "Are you implying that Barbra Jean was young enough to be my daughter before?"

"You said it. I didn't."

"Well, she's not my wife anymore." He turned to Barbra Jean. "Did you get the divorce papers in the mail today?"

Barbra Jean nodded.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? It's funny that she'd choose now to finally shut up." Reba commented.

"If you're my mom and dad, then how did you get like this?" Cheyenne asked.

"I found a book in a box. It had some ancient writing on it. We read some of it," Reba explained.

"Well, where is this book?" Cheyenne asked.

Reba and Brock looked around. They couldn't find the book anywhere.

"It was here. I swear it!" Reba exclaimed.

"How do we know that you're really Reba?" Barbra Jean asked.

"Because I know that you got yourself pregnant in an x-ray room with my husband, you cheerio-under-the-dryer eating tooth tart."

"Reba, that's uncalled for. Apologize to her right now," Brock demanded.

"Maybe I would if we were still married, you mo-ron. I don't take orders from you anymore."

The two started arguing.

"Oh, yeah. That's Mom and Dad," Cheyenne remarked.

Cheyenne and Van sat Reba and Brock down for a talk after dinner. "This is what we're decided. We're moving back in for a while. We'll be moving into Mom's room. You two will be moving into our old room," Cheyenne explained.

"That's ridiculous. I will sleep in my room. Brock will sleep in Kyra's room. You two will move back into your old room," Reba responded.

Cheyenne shook her head. "As of this moment, we're the adults of this house. We're moving into the master bedroom. Our kids are moving into Kyra's room. That leaves you two stuck in our old room with the double beds. By the way, as long as you two are stuck like this for a while, we're going to have to treat you like normal teens so no one asks any questions?"

"We're enrolling you in school," Van said, with a big grin on his face.

"How are you gonna do that, Van? You need birth certificates. Ours state our real ages. You'll never get away with it," Reba pointed out.

"I know a guy who doctors documents. I can get fake birth certificates like that." Van snapped his fingers.

"Well, I can't share a room with him. Fifteen year-old girls need their privacy. He might see me naked," Reba protested.

Brock laughed. "I think that I've already seen you naked."

"I'm living proof of that," Cheyenne chimed in.

"But not at this age, we were older, way older," Reba said, glaring at Brock.

Brock shook his head. "It was before the Polaroid incident. During your sophomore year, Lori Ann dared you to go skinny dipping in the creek. Terry and I were watching."

Reba's mouth dropped open. She headslapped Brock, and then crossed both of her arms across her chest. "Ugh, you pervert."

"It was back in high school and you were hot," Brock teased.

"Stop saying that, or I'll hit you again," Reba warned. She turned to Cheyenne. "You've got to see why this situation is impossible. I can't stay in the same room with Captain Hormones."

"That is exactly what you're going to do. You're going to act like the adults you are. I'm the school guidance counselor, so it will be easy for me to enroll you in school tomorrow. You start on Monday. Besides, it will give you plenty of quality time with Jake," Cheyenne reasoned.

Jake groaned.

"Relax. I've already come up with a cover story. Mom is our cousin from Oklahoma. Dad is Van's cousin from Dallas. Remember their stories. Dad was a pretty cool guy in high school," Cheyenne explained.

"Yeah, he played football and dated cheerleaders. He went to all the parties. He was very popular," Reba chimed in.

Brock smiled. "You remember. I also remember that you weren't so bad in high school yourself. I saw you at the same parties. You were popular, too."

Reba shook her head. "Nope. Remember me, the bookworm. I was dating Terry. That's why I was at those parties. It's why I was around the popular kids."

"And now you have a chance to do it all over again," Brock remarked.

Reba rolled her eyes again before folding her hands and looking up. "Lord, give me strength."

By Monday morning, Reba was tired of dealing with Brock's leering. She put up a sheet down the middle of the room to divide it and give her some privacy. She threatened Brock not to take it down. The only problem was that Brock had to go past her half of the room in order to enter and exit the room. Reba was getting ready for her first day of school when Brock entered her side of the room.

He whistled at her.

Reba blushed. "It's not my fault. Cheyenne dressed me in this."

Brock looked at her in the peach sweater that showed off her cleavage and blue jeans that showed off her rear. "You've got a nice body, McKinney. Have some confidence. You look good."

"Thanks, Hart." Reba pulled on the boots that she made Cheyenne buy her over the weekend. "Well, I'm ready if you are. At least, I know I can do the work. Do you even remember how to crack open a book?" She stuck her tongue out at him.

He responded by slapping her on the behind and dashing out of the room.

Reba ran after him. "Can you even survive high school without Terry?"

Brock stopped. "Who needs Terry? I've got my buddy, Jake." He put his arm around Jake.

Jake smiled. "Yeah, he's got me."

Reba groaned. It was going to be a long day.

To be continued...Maybe?
What happens next? Stay tuned to find out!

Author's note: This story may be a one-shot. I tried to work on a new chapter for Deceived, but this idea came into my head. I couldn't stop thinking about it until I got it down on the page. If you want me to continue this, please review. I will continue writing this if I get plenty of reviews.

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