(A/N Okay, first of all, I want to say thanks again for reading my story. If you don't like it then I hope you will at least review and tell me how I can make it better. I'm fully open to constructive criticism! Right, now on with the chapter. Prepare for some fluff and a little bit of drama! R&R!)

Chapter Four

Martin and Ruthie went to the promenade. As they walked around in the cool fall weather Ruthie kept her hands in the pockets of her light grey jacket, and Martin kept his hands in the pockets of his jeans. It was pretty quiet between them. Neither one said much about anything that had happened, much less the kiss.

Martin was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say to Ruthie for the first time in his life. He always knew what to say to Ruthie. Always.

The kiss had been…amazing, to say the least. He had been thinking about it since it happened, almost an hour before. For some reason he just couldn't get it out of his head.

There was never a dull moment with Ruthie. She made everything seem so important and full of life. Ruthie brought drama wherever she went, if only to make things more interesting. As a teenager she would sparkle and all attention would be brought to her with out her intention. Martin realized that Ruthie hadn't changed all that much. She was still full of spunk and attitude. And she still lit up the room. How could she not? with her curly brown locks and hazel eyes.

He wondered how he had gotten there; figuratively of course. Martin had just run into Ruthie last night, and already they'd kissed more than a few times. He hoped they weren't taking it too fast. Sure, he'd spent the last three years in love with her when she was half-way around the world, but he wanted their relationship to be special. And not rushed.

While Ruthie was in Scotland and he was stuck in the U.S. playing baseball, he dated a little. It was only natural that a guy in his early twenties should date, although he didn't do it often.

When Martin did go out with a woman however, he was never really into it. The relationship hardly lasted past a few dates, and then he gave up. He couldn't put his heart into the relationship, because Ruthie had it. She had it thousands of miles away.

Though she didn't know it, Ruthie was feeling pretty much the same way that Martin was. She didn't know what to say either. She was still a little shaken from the fact that this had been her fantasy since she was a teenager, and now she was living it.

She didn't want Martin to think she was easy. Or that she could fall for people again just like she had with him. This situation however wasn't like that. It wasn't like that at all.

In Scotland she had tried to forget him and the heartbreak he had caused her. The thing with T-Bone didn't work out. She had known it wouldn't before she went to Scotland with him. A couple months after they got settled in, Ruthie decided she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't keep pretending she was over Martin. She loved T-bone, but not as much and as deeply as she loved Martin.

When She was in Scotland, she had a few boyfriends. She thought she really could forget about Martin. But, she didn't. Not even once. Just when she thought a guy was perfect, even more perfect than Martin, she would realize that he wasn't. Not even close. Not by a long shot. Martin was Martin. And no matter how hard Ruthie tried to convince herself there was someone better out there for her, she knew in the back of her mind that there wasn't.

Martin and Ruthie's relationship was different from all the other ones they'd had throughout the years. Not only were they soul mates, but they were best freinds. Sure, you could try to fall in love with someone over time, and learn to be their best friend, but it wasn't the same. Martin was made for Ruthie. And Ruthie was meant to be with Martin.

Martin finally broke the silence. "So do you want to catch a movie?" He asked her, looking her way. "We could go check what's playing at the Cineplex." He suggested.

Ruthie looked back at him for a moment and smiled before returning her focus to the leaf-covered ground. She stopped walking and faced him. She opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off. This time, Martin wasn't the one that was interrupting her.

"Ruthie?!" Yelled a familiar voice. Both Martin and Ruthie turned to the source of the noise. Ruthie stopped in her tracks. When she saw him, she froze. Ruthie couldn't move. All she could think was, no. Please, no. Over and over again. She shut her eyes tight. She knew who was yelling her name across the promenade. She knew that guy…the one guy she never wanted to see again.

It was the one guy that held her deepest secret. The one she so desperately tried to keep to herself, and only herself. It was the secret that changed her life...the secret, that could break her. Whether she wanted it to, or not.