Ruthie and Martin have finally let their feelings out about each other. They have finally let their love for each other shine through. Ruthie is now home from the hospital after fainting from exhaustion. Ruthie needed to talk to Martin, so she walked across the street to his house and knocked on the door.
"Hey Martin," Said Ruthie when Martin opened the door.
"Hey," Martin smiled, "wanna come in?"
"Sure," Ruthie stepped into the house. She didn't know what to do with herself. Should she sit down? Should she stand up and try to look cute. All she could think about was how foolish she had been. Signing up for six extracoriculer activities to get her mind off of the scumbag Vincent. Then fainting right in front of Martin, proving she was a complete fool.
"We can go up to my room or sit right here. Whatever you want," He said to Ruthie. He always made Ruthie feel so special. He always protected her when she needed to be protected, and he was always a gentlemen.
"Here is fine," She said, sitting down at the table. "Umm, Martin." She said suddenly getting really serious.
"Yea?" He said.
"You know how in the hospital," Martin put a look of embaressment on his face, "when you said you didn't forget to say like a sister. What did you mean by that?"
"What do you think I meant?" Martin asked, not knowing what to say.
"I don't know. That is why I'm asking you." Ruthie said starting to get impatient.
"Well, if your wondering if I didn't mean what I said, I did. And I'm not gonna take it back," Martin said, looking down at the table. Ruthie smiled. She was so happy. Happy that the boy she always thought was completely out of her league, liked her too.
"Well, would you like to go out some time?" Ruthie said, now that she knew what Martin's feelings truely were. Martin's face's glow dissapeared at this question. And a frown spread across his face.
"Ruthie. I don't know if we can do this," Martin said turning to Ruthie.
"What do you mean?" Ruthie said starting to feel the tears swelling in her eyes.
"I am almost three years older then you. And I don't think your parents would aprove of a relationship between us," Martin said to Ruthie. He truely did not want to tell Ruthie this after all she had been through.
"You said you loved me Martin. You said you meant it!" Ruthie said standing up. The tears finally started to roll down.
"Ruthie! I did mean it. I couldn't have lied to you. I do love you!" Martin said starting to feel tears swelling in his eyes, but him being the man he thought he was, he wouldn't let them out.
"Then why can't you be with me Martin. I'm not asking for much," Said Ruthie starting to shake from a broken heart. Martin wrapped his arms around her because he couldn't stand to watch Ruthie shake in pain.
"Ruthie I would give anything to be able to be with you. But right now, it won't work. I'm sorry," Martin said, barely holding his tears back.
"It's not supposed to be like this! If you love me and I love you, we're supposed to be together!" Ruthie shouted, as she pulled away fom Martin's grip, and at the perfect time Martin's father started walking down the stairs.
"What's going on down here?" Martin's father said confused at the sight of Ruthie crying and Martin standing there looking like he's about to be in tears.
"I was just leaving," Ruthie said heading twords the door. When the door slammed shut one tear went roling down Martin's face.
"What's wrong Martin?" Said Martin's dad.
"Nothing dad. Nothing," Martin said, walking up to his room, also broken hearted.
Martin was just as broken hearted as Ruthie. All he could say to himself was he put Ruthie in tears. He broke Ruthies heart. And as much as he hated it when other people hurt Ruthie, he hated it ten times more when he did it himself. Martin walked up to his wall, and punched a whole right through it in rage twords himself.