I still do not own the show. I own pretty much nothing just so you know.

It was the last day of Ruthie's visit home, she needed to get home before her editor showed up at her parent's house to force her to write. Martin was staying one more night, so he was sitting in her room watching her pack when something strange and important occurred to him.

"You know Ruthie, we've discussed past relationships, your family, and almost everything important or unimportant; but we've never talked about where we live. I have no idea even how to get hold of you once you've gone home. So where do you live?" He asked seeming slightly more annoyed than she had ever seen him.

"You're right, how weird is that? Okay, so I live in Charleston. South Carolina, not Virginia. It's a good place to write. Plenty of historic houses and ghosts to make romantic novels seem better than they are." She said laughing simply to lighten the mood.

"So, we live in the same town. Did you know I lived there? And you have just been ignoring me for the past, however long." Martin began to pace her room.

"Wait, no, what?" Ruthie asked, completely lost in this new, strange conversation.

"Forget it. It was nice to see you again, have a nice drive." Martin spat as he stormed out of her room, not sure why he was so angry.

Annie came upstairs thirty minutes later to find out why Ruthie was not ready to leave yet. They needed to leave soon if she was going to catch her plane. Instead of finding her daughter packed and laughing like Martin, she found her crying uncontrollably.

"Ruthie, what's wrong? What happened to Martin?" She asked, sitting down beside her daughter and absentmindedly stroking her hair.

"I don't know, he just got mad and left. Mom, why didn't you tell me that Martin lived in the same town I do?" Ruthie asked as she began to sob less.

"He does? I didn't know. I sent his letter to his father with a note asking him to forward it to Martin. But that doesn't explain what is going on between you two."

Ruthie sighed and then took a deep breath before trying to explain what had occurred to her mother. "Well, he asked me where I lived and then he accused me of ignoring him. He seems to think that I should have known he lived there. By the way did you not mention to him where I lived?"

"Well, I only sent him a short note inviting him here. I didn't write about the family. It seems like he jumped to conclusions and got his feelings hurt. Why don't you try to talk to him? But hurry because your plane leaves soon."

"Actually it doesn't. I called my editor and told him to find out when Martin's plane left and get me in the seat next to him. I decided it was the only way to force him to talk to me." Ruthie explained as the sly smile she normally wore began to work its way back onto her face.

Martin spent the rest of the day in his room. He would have preferred to go to the garage apartment, but the twins were now living there. He was already drafting a note to Ruthie, not necessarily to apologize because he felt he was right, but at least to try and keep her friendship. He wasn't sure why it was important to him to keep it but he knew he would never forgive himself if they stopped talking. Ruthie spent the next at Lucy's house so that Martin would not know she was still in town. She wanted answers to why he was so mad at her, but more importantly she couldn't stand to face the chance of losing her best friend just as she had finally found him. She was going to do whatever it took to convince Martin that their friendship was worth working out whatever issues they had with one another.

Question: Is this format difficult to follow? Should I break up scenes somehow/