A/N: Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, favourited or alerted. Thanks so much. Here is Chapter 2. Sorry it's so short. Busy with exams so updates will be a bit slow, but I won't forget about you guys.
Fprgot this last chapter. Disclaimer: I obviously don't own 7th Heaven or any of the characters.
Chapter 2
Martin POV
Ruthie comes out of the bedroom slapping her cell phone shut and tucking it in her jean pocket.
"Everything ok?" I ask as she hops onto the kitchen counter across from where I am standing.
"All good. So what do you usually do 'round about this time?"
"Get ready for bed."
"Martin, it's only eleven. It's still early."
"Maybe for you, Ruthie. But you're still young; we old people have to get enough sleep."
Ruthie laughs, and it has to be the most amazing sound I have ever heard.
"You are quite an old man, Mr Brewer. I think I see a grey hair already."
"I'll show you, Camden." I make a grab for her but she is too quick for me, she squeals and jumps off the counter, running towards the lounge.
Ruthie POV
I start running around the apartment while Martin attempts to catch me. He finally catches up to me and spins me around. We both collapse on the floor laughing.
"The most fun I've had in a really long time." I say while trying to catch my breath.
"Same here. It's fun to be immature sometimes." Martin says as he turns onto his side and starts threading his fingers through my curly hair. I turn to look at Martin and suddenly the atmosphere in the room gets really intense. Martin quickly removes his hand from my hair and stands up. He outstretches his hand and pulls me up from the ground.
"Do you have any clothes to sleep in?" Martin asks as he walks into his bedroom.
"I have extra things in my car to wear tomorrow, but nothing to sleep in. I'll just sleep in my jeans."
"Don't be silly, Roo. You can use my track pants and an old t-shirt of mine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Thanks, Martin. You're the best."
Martin hands me the clothes and walks out so that I can change. His clothes drown me; they are much too big for my petite frame.
When I walk out of the room again, Martin is standing in the kitchen making hot chocolate. I stand quietly in the doorway, just watching him.
Martin POV
I hear Ruthie quietly exit the bedroom. I can feel her eyes in me, watching my every move. I let her be; knowing she needs time to think about everything that happened over the past few hours.
Despite our relationship not working out, I can still feel the chemistry between us. Ruthie is the same witty, sarcastic, funny and beautiful she was when we were growing up. I know we are playing a dangerous game being around each other especially after what happened with T-Bone.
Ruthie finally moves toward me and reaches into the bag of marshmallows and pops one in her mouth while hopping onto the counter once again. I see Ruthie in my old clothes for the first time and it shocks me to find it so darn attractive. I fight the incredibly strong urge to lean over and kiss her.
"Martin!" Ruthie shouts and snaps her fingers in front of me.
"Huh? What? What's wrong?" I'm embarrassed that I zoned out like that.
"I asked a question. Where are you?" Ruthie asks.
"My apartment in California."
"Smart ass." Ruthie grumbles as she rolls her eyes.
I smirk at her. "What did you ask me?"
"I wanted to know if maybe you would like to come to Glen Oak with me tomorrow. I'm sure everyone would be happy to see you."
"I don't know, Ruthie. Last time I was there my…" I trail off realizing that the person I was talking to was the reason I hadn't been to Glen Oak during the past three weeks.
"Your what?" Ruthie asks curiously.
"Uhm. Nothing." I was going to say my heart was broken, but I know that would hurt her so I just shrugged it off.
"Please, Martin!. Sam and David will be so happy to see you. Pretty please." she looks at me pleadingly and I know I'm a goner.
"Fine."
"Really?" she asks excitement lacing her voice.
"Yes." she jumps off the counter and wraps her arms around me. It is such an amazing feeling. We finish our hot chocolate in between idle chat.
Ruthie POV
Once we had finished our hot chocolate, Martin heads over to the lounge and sets up the day bed. While Martin grabs some bedding, I switch the TV on and start watching White Chicks.
"I love this movie." Martin says as he comes back in and sees what I'm watching.
"Me too. Can't believe no one caught on."
"I made up my bed for you. So when we're done watching this. You can sleep in the room."
"What? Martin, I'm perfectly okay sleeping on the day bed."
"No. You're a girl. You take my bed and I'll sleep here."
"But, it's a day bed; so it's just like a bed."
"No arguments, Ruthie. You're taking my bed."
I roll my eyes and mumble, "And they said chivalry is dead."
We end up laying on the day bed together, watching White Chicks and before I know it, I fall asleep.
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