Title: World of Sin
Type: 7th Heaven Fan Fiction
Rating: PG-13 (Sexual Content, Drugs)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of 7th Heaven. I do own all my original characters and this story, though. Don't take.
Summary: Ruthie Camden rebels against morality and everything her family stands for when she meets a guy willing to introduce her to his world.

Writer's Note: I wrote this a couple years ago, or part of it, but greatly improved it. It's one of my better stories.

Chapter Four

Fortunately, that was the end of that. Ashton and I walked out of the club and drove to his apartment. He helped me bring my stuff up. We entered his apartment and I looked around. It wasn't a bad place, but it wasn't the cleanest thing I'd ever seen. There were old newspapers laying everywhere, and his furniture didn't match. The bed wasn't made. The kitchen looked as if it was a condemned pizza parlor. Home sweet home.

"So.. this is your place?" I asked.

"Is that just a guess?" Ashton asked. I was embarrassed.

"Yeah.. yeah it was," I replied. At least I had a sharp tongue, right?

"So what do I have to do tomorrow? For Mr.. Joe?" I asked. Ashton smiled.

"Yeah, He hates his last name and thought it'd be cool for the owner of the C Club to be simply Mr. Joe. I don't know; he's demented," Ashton replied, "And we'll talk about what you have to do tomorrow when tomorrow comes." I sighed.

"So where do I sleep?" I asked him.

"We're mature adults. We can share a bed for a few nights without anything happening," Ashton assured me. I was reluctant, but he was convincing. I agreed, and laid down on the bed. Ashton turned off the light and joined me. I tried to think good thoughts, but my mind kept shifting to tomorrows "audition" and what my parents would think when they realized I was gone. Somewhere in the midst of these thoughts, though, I feel asleep.

I woke up earlier than usual. This was because of several factors. A. Ashton got up, which disturbed me, B. I'm in a new place, and my body is adjusting to that, and C. I was still living in fear of my audition. I sat up, yawned, and watched as Ashton hurried around his apartment.

"What are you doing?" I asked, groggily. My vision was blurred, so I blinked, clearing it. Ashton glanced at me and continued his search.

"I can't find my fricking shoes," He explained. I didn't realize the place was that messy.

"Try looking where you took them off," I suggested. Ashton laughed a little. He wasn't that amused at my sarcasm this morning. "Why do you need them anyway? It's," I check the time, "Five-forty-five in the morning." I guess the early bird really does get the worm, whatever the worm may be.

"I have to go to work," Ashton explained. I was lost. I did say it was five-forty-five in the morning, didn't I?

"Dude, it's five-forty-five in the morning," I repeated.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time," Ashton retorted. I was seriously confused.

"Why are you going to work?" I asked again.

"Because that's what you do when you have a job. You go and do that job. Can we please stop the interrogation?" Ashton demanded. He was in a bad mood. He spotted his shoes and began putting them on.

"Do you have two jobs or something?" I wondered aloud.

"I didn't tell you that?"

"I don't think so." No, I don't just not think so. I know so.

"Well, I'm sorry. I work at Fryer Foods from 6 to 12," Ashton informed me.

"I see," I replied, absorbing the vast amount of knowledge he just instilled in me. Ashton grabbed his keys and opened the door.

"Don't forget about your audition. I'll meet you at the club at 10. I'll be out until then," He informed me, then left quickly. I laid back on the bed and slept.