Ruthie was broken hearted at the fact that Martin wouldn't fight for their relationship. She lay in her bed hoping that Martin would walk in and sooth her. She wanted him to walk in and tell her that he loved her, and couldn't wait to be with her. But, she also felt hate raging inside of her. She stroked her head as a pain soured through her head.

The phone rang. Ruthie stole a look at the caller I.D., and saw that it was the guy that she was absolutly dreading at the moment. Martin. She thought about not picking it up. She thought about never talking to Martin again, but she knew she would never be able to do that.

"Hello," she said with a hoarse voice from crying, "Ya know, your not really the person I'm longing to talk to right now."

"Yea, I know," he said with a very raspy voice. Ruthie was shocked. Had she made Martin cry? Did she mean that much to Martin, as to make him cry for her?

"Are you alright?" Ruthie said with a caring voice. She was confused at how her voice morphed from angry to a worried tone within a milli-second.

"Umm, yea. I really need to see you Ruthie. Meet me at the Pamanaude," ruthie didn't know what he was thinking. First of all, it was 3:00 in the morning, which shocked Ruthie at the fact that Martin would even call this late at night. And he just broke her heart!

"What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you at 3:00 am, or any other time?"

"You care," He said simply, and hung up.

Ruthie quickly freshened up. She couldn't believe she was going to give into Martin after what he had done! She wasn't going to show Martin she cared that much about him by dressing up. So she simply left on her pajama shorts and a tang top, and through on a bit of lip gloss.

Right before she left her room, somthing hit her. It's 3 AM! "How am I going to get out of the house?" Ruthie asked herself.

Ruthie decided she would take a risk, and just leave. Ruthie creaped around the house, which was pretty simple do to her petite frame of a body. She was at least a foot shorter then Martin.

Ruthie felt stupid walking up to the Pramenaude in a pair of pajama shorts and a tang-top. But Martin's eyes were glued. It's a proven fact that guys like girls better in the morning, and a 3:00 am Ruthie must have been just that. Ruthie all the sudden wished she had put on some clothes. she felt like she looked like a retard walking around in her pajamas.

Martin started walking tword Ruthie, she felt her stomach doing all sorts of front flips, back flips, cart wheels, and summersalts. And even though Martin didn't show it, he was too!

"Ruthie," Martin started trying to think of what he was going to say, "I don't know how to make what I did seem right." He said sounding truly sensier.

"You can't."

"I know, Ruthie. the thing is, I don't know how I am goint to stop loving you!" he bursted at that moment, everything started flowing out of him, "I can't stop thinking about you! i can't take 10 minutes to think about my homework, or my friendsm your constantly on my mind! Ruthie, I know that I need you," he said stepping closer to Ruthie.

At that precise moment, It started to rain. The little droplets of rain hit Ruthies face with a splash of refreshment. It was almost like they were washing away the hatred for Martin, and leaving only the love she so despratly wanted to let out.

"Great way to destroy a good moment," Martin said with a dissapointed look on his face.

"You're crazy," Ruthie said, grabbing Martin's hand and pulling him into the Pramanaude. They were alone to express there love for each other, and ruthie only hoped he would. "I love the rain," she said letting go of Martin's hand and twirling around continuously, the rain pouring on her.

Martin just watched and adored Ruthie as she danced in the rain. He loved her. Her innocense, the fact that she was the only one that could make him feel like he belonged in this world. As she spun around non-stop, he walked up to her softly and took hold of her arms. Ruthie landed in Martin's loving embrace, smiling, and gazed into Martins loving eyes. Ruthie didn't want to let this moment end. Martin wanted to savor this moment as long as he could. They both knew that this moment, unlike any other was true love.

"Ruthie, I thought for a long time. It took me a long time, as you can see it's 3 am. I was thinking about us. I said I would do anything to be with you, and now I'm going to live up to my promise. I'm going to do anything to be with you. I love you Ruthie," Martin moved a little closer to Ruthie. Ruthie could feel his body heat which was a good thing, because her pajama shorts wern't really doing much in the pouring rain.

Martin put his hands around Ruthies slender waist and lifted her up in the air. Still gazing into her eyes, Martin realized at this angle, Ruthie looked as beautiful as ever. The light of the moon shined on the left side of her face making it look creamy, and so very young. Martin had a rush of guilt, "She's two years younger then me, I can't take advantage of this. She's so innocent." But all his doubts were washed away with the rain when he saw Ruthie smiling into his eyes.

"I love you too," said Ruthie. Martin lowered Ruthie just enough for her lips to touch his. It was like a scene out of a movie. The guy holding the girl up above the ground while kissing her. The girl being swept off her feet! It was beautiful.

It could have been a thousand years by the time they seperated from their passionate kiss. Ruthie took a strong gasp of air into her patite body. Martin could feel her heavy breathing against his chest, and he knew that this was right.He knew that when he put Ruthie down, they would be official. They would be together. Martin lowered Ruthie to the ground.

Ruthie's hands settled around Martin's waist, and Martin's right below her shoulders. Ruthie stared at the ground, thinking.

"Are you okay?" asked Martin. He felt like he had to make sure she was okay, him being two years older then her, he was still very protective.

"Yae," Ruthie said, but Martin could still feel her heavy breathing on his chest. "It's just...I was thinking to. And, you were right. My parent's probably won't approve of this. But, this relationship...it feels to right to be wrong," Ruthie through her hands around Martin, holding him in a hug that made him feel like bursting with tears. Martin rested his chin on the top of Ruthies head as he comforted her.

"Ruthie, I'm not going to give you up. I need you. I love you," and at that they seperated. Ruthie grasped his hand, and they walked home together. They didn't say one word to each other on the way. It was to right to talk. Just to right.