Summary: Set when Ruthie returns from Scotland. Typical spat/argument between Ruthie and Martin. I OWN NOTHING! ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!)
Ruthie Camden stood in the kitchen of the house she grew up in. She huffed as she sat on a stool; she didn't understand why her parents had made her come back from Scotland. Yes, she understood that her Dad was sick and all, but couldn't she just get updates while staying in Scotland? Didn't anyone care about what she wanted? She heard the backdoor opening and glanced up. She rolled her eyes as she saw the person who had made her want to go to Scotland in the first place. Martin Brewer. He walked over to the kitchen island and said,
"Hey, Ruthie." She didn't look up or aknowledge him in any way. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on the notebook she had sitting in front of her. Martin said,
"Hello? Earth to Ruthie Camden?" She still didn't aknowledge him. He sighed; it was silent while he waited. And waited. He plucked a cookie from the cookie jar sitting on the counter; this evidently erked Ruthie. Does he own the place, or something? Not like he lives here. He gave that up last summer. To be with that- her thoughts were cut short as Martin said,
"Whatever you were about to say, don't even bother finishing it." She finally looked up at him. Had he heard her? She said,
"What?" He rolled his eyes and said,
"I can read you like a book, Ruthie," she huffed and said,
"What, do you still live here or something?" he gave her a questioning look; she continued on,
"Because, I'm pretty sure you gave that up last summer..," he didn't answer her but said,
"You know, you're being an ungrateful little brat, Ruthie." She asked,
"What?"
"With the attitude and everything. Your parents brought you home; didn't even make you pay for your own ticket!" She snorted and said,
"Not like I wanted to come home!" He said,
"You do realize your Dad's situation is life-and-death, right?" She crossed her arms and said,
"I think I know my Dad's condition, Martin. There are other ways of staying informed, though." He had the nerve to ask,
"Why didn't you want to come home?" She shrugged and he asked,
"Was it because of me?" She glared at him and said,
"Not everything's all about YOU!"
"And its not all about YOU, either! We all get that you were getting to live freely in Scotland and stuff, but your family needs you here, Ruthie!" she rolled her eyes. She said,
"I actually had freedoms in Scotland! Here, I have nothing!" he said,
"Maybe you had too many freedoms! Maybe Lucy and Kev shouldn't have agreed to pay for Scotland!" She shrugged. Just then, Annie poked her head in,
"What's going on down here, you two?"
Okay, that's it for this! Total one-shot! Hopefull my writing's better this time around. Review if you want. Again, I don't own 7th Heaven or any of its characters. I'm only playing with the plot.