SORRY ABOUT THE SHORT CHAPTERS

Ruthie walked in the front door of the Camden house and thankfully found no one home. She wanted to be able to have Mac pick her up without her parents notice because she was sure they would freak about Mac and the sexy outfit she had picked out. She had walked home today because Martin had baseball practice. She ran up stairs and looked at her clock. She had an hour. She hopped in the shower and put on short lavendar shirt and a very tight almost see through white tanktop. She looked at her clock again. She had exactly 15 minutes before Mac came. She ran downstairs to get a drink before Mac got there. When she got to the fridge she found not from her parents. It said that they went to a cookout at a friend's house, had the twins, and would be back around 11. Thank GOD! Ruthie thought. Just then the doorbell rang. Ruthie ran, stopped at the toaster, looked in, fixed her hair, took a deep breath, and walked calmly to the door. She stopped at the door fixed her shirt making sure it went low enough and opened the door. Oh, it's only you. Ruthie said.

You don't sound happy Martin replied.

No you have to get out of here Mac will ...

No see thats why Im here. You can't go out with Mac.

Why? Ruthie said.

Ok well he told me he was just using you to ya kno...

Ewww Martin No. Mac would never do that.

Thats not what he told me today.

Listen Martin, just stay out of my love life ok? Ruthie screamed

Martin's face suddenly saddened. It was a side of him Ruthie had never seen.

Listen Martin Ruthie said calmer I know you care about me alot and think you have to be my big brother

but I can take care of myself. Im a big girl.

I know, but can I atleast come over at like 10 to make sure you got back ok.

Sure

Martin started to walk away but turned around Ruthie?

YEah

Just take care of yourself Ok?

I Will Ruthie said as she closed the door. She had 10 minutes. She went to the fridge to finally get that drink she wanted. She sat there for a sec just enjoying her drink when the doorbell rang. She walked to the door. It was MAC!

Hey Mac said

Hey

You Ready?

Yup

Ruthie grabbed her purse and locked the door. She hopped in Mac's car.

Well I was think in we'd grab a bite to eat and then go to a movie. Mac said.

Sounds great

Dinner was fairly quiet except for a few comments about Ruthie's outfit and how much they were looking forward to the movie. No one said anything during the movie. Ruthie was actually finding the whole date a little awkward. Mac on the other hand was just thinking of ways he could get her to let him in the house. The drive home was full of laughing and reviews about the movie. They stopped in Ruthie's driveway.

Hey you think I can use your bathroom.

I don't know Ruthie said.

Oh come on.

Fine but only the bathroom

OK

Inside Ruthie ran upstairs through on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and went back to watch TV. Figuring Mac had let himself out she locked the door and went into the living room. Surprisingly Mac was sitting on the couch

Mac, I think you outta leave.

Why sweet stuff

Ewww Mac your scaring me

Oh I shouldnt

Just then Mac got up grabbed Ruthie and through her on the couch. Ruthie screamed while Mac got himself on top of her. He covered her mouth. Just then Ruthie heard a knock on the door and then heard it open.

Hello? Anyone home? Mac you still here? Martin said.

Ruthie got her mouth free and screamed MARTIN!

Mac finally got off of her and started to run. Thankfully he didnt have time to do anything to her.

Ruthie ran to Martin who was standing in the doorway. Mac ran out the doorway and to the car. Martin held Ruthie in his arms and screamed at Mac.

What did you do to her? I swear to god I'll kill you?

Oh go talk to your poetry honey. Mac said as he got in the car and drove.

Martin still held Ruthie in his hands. How did he know? Martin thought.

As soon Ruthie had heard Mac's words she looked up at Martin with tears in her eyes and Martin knew that now she knew.

Martin, you wrote those poems.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

But Martin I only went out with Mac because I thought he wrote those poems.

I love you Ruthie. I always have.

Me too. I love you.

Martin just held Ruthie in his arms and kissed her head as she continued to cry.