Chapter One: Is There A Problem?

Ruthie sat cuddled on the couch in Peter's arms, a look of content spread across her face. She was so happy to be back with him, and over Martin. Martin was with Meredith, and now she was with Peter, and she was happy, really happy.

Ruthie looked up at Peter, who, to her surprise, was watching the movie on the screen. Ruthie ran her fingers under his shirt and along his stomach. He looked down at her and smiled, his blue eyes glinting evilly. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto the couch, kissing her longingly on the lips. She giggled as he pulled his face away, his body hovering over her as though afraid to crush her. He leaned in and kissed her again.

"Am I interrupting something?" Ruthie shot up pushing Peter off her so that he fell slanted off the couch. He glared up at the disruption.

"Martin!" Ruthie gasped pulling herself together and flattening her shirt. Martin stared at Ruthie and then looked down at Peter who was now clamoring to his feet. Ruthie stood up looking flustered. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Your mother invited me and my father over for dinner…"He said eyeing Peter, who had walked over and thrown his arm around Ruthie's shoulder. "Hey…It's Peter, Right?"

"Yeah. We were kind of—"

"We're going to go upstairs. See ya." Ruthie took Peters hand and headed for the stairs, brushing past Martin who watched her go still glaring at Peter. Martin didn't like Peter. He thought he was, as he had so nicely phrased it during his last argument with Ruthie, a snot-nosed brat.

Martin didn't understand what Ruthie saw in him, he was stuck-up, and pretentious. Martin didn't even think he was that good looking. Martin had the faintest idea that maybe was doing it to get back at him, but he quickly shook it aside feeling rather arrogant.

Martin left the living room and went into the kitchen, where to his surprise Simon was sitting at the table eating a sandwich. Martin sat down beside him and waited for Simon to stop chewing.

"Hey, I thought I heard you," Simon said when he had finally swallowed. He patted Martin on the back.

"Yeah," He said, not sure whether to say anything to Simon or not.

"What was all the noise about?" Martin looked around, trying to avoid Simon's eyes. When he looked back Simon was watching him, obviously waiting for an answer.

"I walked in on Ruthie and Peter…" he said absentmindedly. Simon choked on his sandwich. Martin rapped him on the back a couple of times.

"Doing what?" He spluttered his eyes streaming. Martin looked unsure, and shrugged his shoulders. Simon looked furious, ready to attack.

"Just kissing… I think…" Martin added.

"You think!" Simon said, his voice rising slightly. Martin nodded nervously.

Ruthie closed the door to her room behind Peter, which strictly speaking she wasn't supposed to do. She led Peter over to her bed and sat him down, climbing onto his lap with a smile on her face. Peter stopped her, looking slightly disgruntled.

"What?" She said with the faintest of annoyance. She climbed off him and stood with her hands on her hips. Peter looked up at her and glanced at the door.

"I'm not going to just ignore what happened." Peter grumbled.

"But nothing did happen!" Ruthie said. Peter looked sullenly at the floor.

"I can see that he likes you!" Peter said. Ruthie looked taken aback. Two months ago she would have jumped for joy at the thought that Martin liked her, now she was only annoyed that Peter thought that.

"What? Martin's with Meredith, Peter! And I'm, with you." She said walking over at sitting beside him. He looked at her, his anger slipping away.

"I just…" He began but Ruthie leaned in and kissed him Peter relaxed and let her kiss him. All he could think about was how soft her lips were against his, how smooth her skin was, how light her body was on top of his…

Ruthie pushed Peter onto the bed and swung her leg over him giggling. She bent down and kissed his bottom lip playfully he smiled and placed his hands on her hips. She ran her fingers across his smooth chest, so that her hips slid back towards his legs.

"See no need to think about Martin…" She said smiling. He smiled and slid his hands under her shirt.

The door flew open as Simon charged into the room, his face beet red against his dirty blonde hair so that he looked like a blonde tomato. Ruthie jumped and looked at Simon. She knew this didn't look good; she was sitting on top of Peter with his hands under her shirt. She felt him slip his hands out as Simon ran over. Simon pulled Ruthie off roughly and glared at Peter murderously.

"What are you doing with my sister?" Simon roared positioning himself so that he was in front of Ruthie. Ruthie pushed him aside and went to stand by Peter.

"Peter's my boyfriend!" Ruthie yelled angrily. Simon's face grew redder as he glared from Ruthie to Peter.

"And you're seventeen!" He roared.

"Simon, we weren't even doing anything!" She yelled. Simon laughed but not in a good way. It was cold, cruel, mocking laugh.

"Oh yeah. You always sit on top of people. There's a word for that—"

"Oh Fu—" Ruthie began.

"Ruthie stop!" Peter said cutting her off.

"You're such a hypocrite. It's all right for you but not for your little sister. In case you haven't noticed I'm not a little girl anymore—"

"In case you haven't noticed you're not an adult yet either!" Simon yelled.

"I am too!" Ruthie said indignantly. "You don't live here anymore. I don't have to listen to you!"

"I'm still your big brother!" Simon growled.

"Get over yourself!" Ruthie yelled. She grabbed Peter and ran down stairs, Peter tripping behind her.

"Ruthie, slow down!" Peter begged as he tripped over yet another step. Ruthie slowed down, but Peter realized it was because Martin had appeared at the bottom of the steps.

"You –you—JERK!" She screamed. Martin raised his eyebrows and jumped out of the way as she went to hit him.

"Hey!"

"Why'd you tell Simon?" She screamed.

"I didn't say anything." Martin lied. Before Ruthie could reply the front door opened and her mother walked in, the twins behind her carrying groceries.

"Hey," She said smiling. "Hey Martin." She looked at Ruthie, who realized how inappropriate she looked. Her shirt was half pulled up and wrinkled her hair was a mess and she was sure her lips looked red. She blushed and pulled Peter out of sight.

"Let me help you Mrs. Camden," Martin said taking the bags from her arms.

"Thank you Martin," She said still looking at the spot her daughter had just been.

Authors Note: Hey everybody this is my new story. It is my first collaborative story, I am working with Neverknowwhatyourgonnaget and I am looking forward to it and I think it is going to be a very interesting story. The first chapter was written by me and the second will be written by her, and so on and so on.

So I hope you enjoy the story and we will probably upate once or twice a week. So please read and review!!

Katie and Neverknowwhatyourgonnaget