"I hope it's going to be okay that I came with you for Martin's graduation. I know that your family isn't exactly pleased with our dating," Sandy said, giving Simon a worried look. "I just really want to try with them, especially Martin."

Simon smiled at Sandy, glad that she was here with him. He had broken the news of his breakup with Rose only two months ago. His family had been upset, but not nearly as upset as when they heard he was now dating Sandy. After all, this was the girl who had lied about being pregnant to trap Martin into a relationship. Simon, once again, stared at Sandy when he was sure she wasn't looking. This wonderful, amazing girl sitting next to him was nothing like the girl he had tried to help months earlier. He was proud of the accomplishments she had been making lately; proud of the woman she was turning into.

But that still didn't stop Simon from worrying about how his family would treat Sandy once they arrived in Glen Oak. And then there was Martin… The last time Simon and Martin had seen each other, things had been rather hostile (to put it lightly).

"Get the hell off my baby sister!" Simon screamed, anger deepening the hue of his handsome face. "Now!"

Simon grabbed Martin by the shoulders, heaving him off of Ruthie, tossing him aside like his weight equaled that of a feather. Simon swung around to Ruthie, not able to look her in the eye. "Put your clothes on, now! I'm taking you home!"

"Simon, whoa, stop!" Martin stammered, holding up both of his hands in the form of a surrender. "Let's just be calm here so we can talk about this."

Simon turned his attention to a spot on the floor. He bent down and picked something up, throwing it at Martin. "Put your pants on! And talk? Is that what you were doing with my baby sister?"

Ruthie, now fully clothed, regained her voice. "I'm not a baby, Simon!"

"Shut up!" Simon yelled at Ruthie.

"Hey! Don't talk to her that way!" Martin defended, rushing over to stand protectively in front of Ruthie. He still had no shirt on, so Ruthie scrambled around the bed and, finding his t-shirt, handed it over to Martin.

"What are you doing just barging into my house anyway?" Martin asked, quickly putting the blue t-shirt over his head and pulling it down over his chiseled body.

Simon's face still looked furious, but his tone was much more calm. "I knocked on the door. I rang the doorbell. I knew that you were in here because I could hear music and your car's in the driveway. I figured that you couldn't hear because the music was so loud, so I let myself in. Trust me, I wasn't expecting to see this!"

Ruthie got up from the bed, which had been her shelter through Simon's rampage. "It's not what you think, Simon!"

Simon held up a hand. "I don't care for the details, thanks. I think I've seen enough. Get your things. We're leaving!"

Simon began to head for the door, when Martin stepped forward and said, "Simon, please. Let's just keep this between us."

Simon turned back once he'd reached the doorway. "You nailed and then bailed Sandy. You weren't even there for her when you thought she was pregnant. Now you've moved on to my baby…little sister. I'm supposed to be okay with that? You've proven that you're not responsible. If you'd ignore the woman who's supposedly pregnant with your child, what sense of decency do you really have?"

Martin sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're forgetting that Sandy lied about the whole thing. She was never pregnant. And she has nothing to do with my relationship with Ruthie."

"Well I'm not okay with you dating my sister and I'm really not okay with you sleeping with my sister!" Simon yelled.

Martin backed up. "We haven't slept together! That," he said, pointing to the bed, "that was not what you seem to be thinking it was. There's been no… We have never… I would never…"

Ruthie would have laughed at Martin's backpedaling if Simon weren't standing there looking like he was about to tear Martin's head off. Ruthie placed a gentle hand on Martin's sleeve, urging him to quit while he was ahead. She turned to Simon and said, "We're not having sex. We're not going to have sex. But if we were going to or already were, it's none of your business. I have never butted into your sex life, so I expect that same courtesy from you. Now, you've made your point. You can go."

Simon said, "After Martin."

"I live here," Martin pointed out. "I'm not going anywhere." Martin stepped back and folded his arms across his chest.

"Well I'm not going anywhere either!" Simon said, folding his arms across his chest.

Ruthie looked from Simon to Martin and back again. They could be so stubborn. "Fine!" she conceded. "I'll go!"

Simon took a deep breath, letting the air seep slowly from his nostrils. He hadn't been able to look to Ruthie the same way since. His little sister had been half naked with an equally half naked boy. Little Ruthie…

Sandy placed a hand on Simon's, rubbing in gentle circles. "Are you okay?"

Simon shook his head. "I want them all to understand how many positive strides you've made since the whole fiasco happened."

Sandy shook her head and retracted her hand. "This weekend is not about proving that Sandy is a good person. We have a lifetime to do that. This is Martin's graduation weekend. I just want to be there to support him. It's the least I can do after what I put him through."

Simon smiled at Sandy, remembering why he fell in love with her in the first place. He hoped that this weekend would be a chance for the other, skeptical, members of his family to see the same things he saw every time he looked at her.

"Wanna hear something funny?" Sandy asked. Simon nodded his head, smile still in place. "I had this dream last night about coming up here with you. In it, I was helping Ruthie get ready for the prom; you know, hair, makeup, that kind of stuff. It felt really nice being with your family."

"So you want to help the girlfriend of your ex-one-night-stand get ready for their prom?" Simon patted Sandy on the head. "That's sweet. Delusional, but sweet."