Ruthie

I giggled. It is so hard for me to imagine my best friend, Martin, changing a baby's diaper.

"Don't laugh at me, Ruthie Elizabeth Camden! I may only be 19, but I have changed a diaper once or twice before Aaron!" he said in mock anger.

"Oh, don't worry; I believe you!" I said gazing over his shoulder. I looked up at him. His eyes, that are green as grass, were becoming misty with tears.

"I still can't believe this little guy is mine!" he said, taking his eyes off the baby and moving them to meet my gaze and put a big hand on my back.

"Me neither! But you are going to be a great Dad. You already are and he is only a year old!" I said, trying to ignore the burning my back was feeling from his hand's presence.

I wonder if he feels this too...

We were watching Aaron for Simon and Sandy so they could go out with out the little guy. Simon is my big brother. He is like Aaron's other Dad, but not biologically.

"Rue," Martin said, bringing me out of my reverie, "I am going to put Aaron down for bed. Do you want to start the popcorn?"

"Sure," I answered, "but I get to pick the movie!"

"Not some chick-flick! If you make me watch A Walk to Remember one more time, I swear…"

"I promise! Besides, we are out of Kleenex! You will just have to see what I pick," I said, giving him a sly smile.

He went ahead into the nursery with cooing Aaron. I went into the small kitchen in his apartment. I opened the top left cabinet where he keeps the popcorn. It is almost becoming sad how well I know my way around his kitchen. We started this once a week movie night when we made up over Spring Break. Before then we weren't even talking. He was living in LA and then, but he moved back to Glen Oak when after Sandy did to help with Aaron and be closer to his dad and such. He came back to church on Easter Sunday. We had a really big fight that day. But after that, I realized that I was still in love with him, and if I wasn't talking to him, we would never be together! So, we made up, and ever since, every week, we have a movie night either at my house or at his apartment.

But anyways, I put the popcorn into the microwave and went over to the shelf where he keeps the DVDs. I pulled out a few choices but finally settled on Crash.

Martin came out in his pajama pants and a thin white tee. He looked amazing. I was glad I brought cute pajamas; a really short cotton night dress that is red with a really high empire waist with a pair of shorts to go with it.

"Hey, will you listen to the popcorn while I get ready? It will only take me a sec," I said, grapping my duffle. Did I mention I sleep over after movie night? Don't get the wrong idea; I sleep on the couch at his house, or vise versa. It is just because the movie usually isn't over until really late and there is no point of driving home late when you could go in the morning.

"No problem. The bathroom is all yours," he said, pulling a Vanna White as he pointed at the doorway.

"You're a dork; you know that?" I told him, stifling a giggle.

"No! I had no idea! Hey, did you catch the Star Trek marathon that was on last week?" There wasn't one. If there was, Sam and David would have been glued to the TV; they are obsessed.

"No, I missed it; darn. I was too busy testing the pH balance in my bathtub," was my cheeky reply. How does one check pH anyways?

"And I'm a dork?"

"We are dorks TOGETHER, silly goose." We laughed. Martin has the cutest laugh! Wait, I'm over him. I just broke up with Tim (that is T-bone's real name. T-bone is the most retarded name ever!). I can't possibly still like Martin. After all, I was over him last year. But whatever. I will just have to get another boyfriend before feelings start to flare on my part.

"May I go change now, your Dorkiness?" I asked.

"If you must, my Lady of Dork."

"Well, I must." I giggled and grabbed my purse and the duffle bag and dashed to the bathroom. I quickly changed, put on more lavender vanilla body splash, and combed my hair carefully. I then hair sprayed it so it would smell good and so my hair wouldn't frizz. After that, I brushed my teeth for a good 2 minutes. Then, I was finally able to slap on lip gloss and open the door to the bathroom after 7 minutes. (I think it is a new record!)

And we were finally ready to put in the movie.

Martin

Wow. Ruthie looked amazing when she opened that door. And I don't take the word amazing lightly. I have only told two women in my life they look amazing: my mom when she was in the hospital and was dying and Cecelia, my girlfriend a long time ago. But she honestly did. She was wearing a dress/shirt thing that was red and a pair of black shorts. Her hair was in its natural curl and tucked behind her ear and her lips were shiny with gloss. On her feet were black slippers that looked like those shoes she keeps telling me are "ballet flats" but are really just these flat shoes that make her feet look even smaller and cuter than usual.

You can't blame a guy for staring!

"What, do I have something on my face?" she said dashing to the bathroom mirror.

"No, you just look beautiful, Ruthie. That's all." I just told her she looks beautiful! Where did that come from? Oh gosh…

Her cheeks flamed red.

"Thanks. Is the popcorn done?" she asked.

"Yep. Ready to watch the movie?" I said, avoiding the "your beautiful" comment.

"Yulp," she said.

And we settled on the couch.