Ruthie lay in her bed, wishing the night before didn't have to end. Everything about that 2:00 am trip to the Pramanaude was perfect. Other then her wearing her pajamas! Everything about the words "Ruthie and Martin" seemed to be ringing in her head. They sounded perfect to her. They were perfect words.

Ruthie lie on her bed with a notebook in front of her, continuously writing...Martin Brewer, Ruthie Martin Brewer, Mrs. Ruthie Brewer. All the names seemed to fit perfectly with her. All the sudden, there was a knock on Ruthie's door.

"Come in!" Ruthie yelled as she tucked the notebook under her bottem.

A tall, sleepy Martin was revealed. He seemed to have slept for only hours. And then it hit Ruthie, He had only slept for a couple of hours. Martin walked up to Ruthies bed and plopped down on it as if it were his own.

"Yae, sure. Get comfortable!" Ruthie said sarcastically.

"Your lucky I care about you, Ruthie Camden. Where would you be without me?" He said, laying his head on Ruthies lap. "Don't answer that," he added quicly when he saw Ruthies eyebrows lift.

"The question is, What would you do without me, Martin Brewer?" Ruthie said with an expectin look on her face.

"Die," Martin said, looking staight into Ruthies eyes.

Ruthie leaned in to kiss Martin, just as the door started to open. Martin thinking quick leaned away and grabbed the notebook under Ruthie "Yea. 3 times A to the third power is unknown without a replacing variable."

Ruthie looked at Martin with a dissapointed look. Martin knew what she was thinking. He knew that she was dissapointed at the fact that he didn't want anyone to know they were together. Martin looked down at the page of the notebook he had turned to. "Martin Brewer, Ruthie Martin Brewer, Mrs. Ruthie Brewer," this made Martin's heart sink.

"Studying?" said Annie Camden, as she walked in with a big load of laundry.

"Yea," said Ruthie getting out of bed, and walking over to the load of laundry to fold.

"Yea, Ruthie asked me to help her with her Algebra homework," said Martin still gazing down at the notebook.

"It's a little early, isn't it?" Said Annie looking up at Martin.

Martin quickly looked up and gasped, "It's never to early for Algebra!"

Ruthie gave a small sarcastic chuckle to this statement. Martin knew what was coming. He messed up. He knew he should have just shut his mouth. He should have let Ruthie do the talking. Her excuse would have been better then "we're doing algebra". Ruthie would have been smart, she would have said, "Mom, I love Martin and there is nothing you can do about it." But instead he said "algebra".

"Well, when your done studying, make sure you come down for brakfast," Annie said walking out of the room.

"What was that?" Ruthie gasped as Annie walked out of the room.

"I had to think quick!" Said Martin, despratly trying to convince himself he didn't do anything wrong.

"We could have just told her!" Ruthie said with a desprate look on her face.

"It's not that easy, Ruthie! I'm 17, your 15. We have to keep this on the downlow!" Martin said grabbing Ruthie's hands. Ruthie wouldn't look in Martin's eyes, she was already starting to shake from, yet again, a broken heart.

"You make it sound so wrong. We are not doing anything wrong Martin!" Ruthie said, trying to hold back tears.

"I never said this was wrong! It's the farthest thing from it!" Martin said with a pleading look in his face.

Ruthie pulled away from his grasp, "If you won't tell my parents that we're together, I don't want to be together at all."

Martin was stunned. He needed Ruthie. He loved her with all his heart. He wanteds to skip to Eric and Annie and tell them that he loved her, but he couldn't. He knew that the Camdens wouldn't like the idea.

"Is that what you really want?" Martin asked trying to reach Ruthie's eyes.

Ruthie was all the sudden hit with a blast attack. She stepped up to martin, reaching only his chin in hight and started to shout:

"Of course it's not what I want! I love you Martin. I wish you could be with me! I wish you would stop treating me like a little girl, and start treating me like Zoe, or Cecilia!" Ruthie said gazing into his eyes with a look of total broken-ness.

"You are more important to me than them! I love you more then I ever loved them! Has it ever occured to you that I might treat you like this because I love you?" Martin said turning around so he wouldn't have to watch Ruthie as her heart broke, got sewed back together, and then brake again.

"What happened to doing anything to be with me!" Ruthie said jumping in front of Martin. Martin just stared at Ruthie, her tear stained face was so beautiful in the morning. "What a perfect time to be thinking like that" Martin thought to himself.

"I'm afraid if we tell your parents, we can't be together." Martin sat down on Ruthies bed, and started playing with his fingers. Ruthie gave a nod of understanding and sat down next to Martin.

"I need you to tell them, Martin," Ruthie said pulling Martins face in her direction. "And until you do, we will just be friends. I'll be waiting Martin. I'll be waiting for you to tell them. And when you do, we can be together."

Ruthie leaned over to Martin and whispered into his ear, " You shouldn't make everything so complicated. What makes you think I would listen to my parents if they said I couldn't date the person I love?" She kissed him on the lips.

"It will take me a while," Martin said, looking up with a defeated look. "But I will."

"I can wait," she said putting her hand on Martin's cheek, "I'll always wait for you, I love you."

Ruthie turned and started walking out of her room. Ruthie knew, sooner or later, Martin would tell her parents. And they would live happily ever after.

Martin knew he woulf have to tell her parents if he ever wanted to be happy. And he would. Wouldn't he?

(Don't worry, he will. I just wanted to add a bit of suspitioney stuff thingy. Oh, but that doesn't mean it will be in the next chapter or anything, NOOOO, you'll have to wait and read a bit longer then that. I had to add more drama to keep the story going. Whats a story if it only has love and bliss? So keep on readin. You won't regret it.)