Chapter Thirty-Seven

The Not-So-Full Truth

Jenny Harpy was in love with Martin Brewer and she knew that if she could just show him how much better she was then that stupid little brunette who fell down his stairs, he'd be hers. She just had to show him how great she was. Smiling wickedly she climbed up the stairs and stopped at Martin's apartment door. She knew he wasn't their because his Hummer hadn't been in the parking lot, following her plan to show him how great she was, she lifted up the mat and gabbed the spare key she'd seen his new blonde roommate use each time he got home. Putting the key in the lock she let herself into his apartment and made herself very much at home.

Mac wrinkled his nose as he looked back and forth between his choices. He found himself in a very big dilemma; he couldn't make up his mind. He had no idea where to start cutting back on his many options. What to pick? Hmm, what to pick? He just didn't know what to do. This was after all a very important, maybe even life altering decision.

"Hmmm," Mac said tapping his fingers on the counter, "What to pick?"

"Would you make up your mind already? We've been here for at least a half and hour." Martin complained.

"This is a VERY important decision!" Mac said.

"Picking out flowers is an important decision?"

"Yes!?" Mac squealed, "Very! They might be the deciding factor on weather or not she forgives me and takes me back."

"Whatever," Martin replied rolling his eyes, "Just make a decision and soon."

"I gave her red roses on our first date."

"Then get the red roses."

"But then again those blue flowers match her eyes," Mac said closing his eyes and obviously envisioning hers, "Their so beautiful. Her eyes I mean...their like an endless sea of blue with speckles of green..."

"She's got him reciting poetry." Martin uttered under his breath.

"...And when she looks at me I swear I'm..."

"I get it she's got great eyes and if you can't pick then get them both." Martin said shaking his head.

"Unlike you I don't have money like that," Mac said referring to the large monthly check Martin got from his mother's life insurance.

"Yeah well I'd trade that check in any day."

"I'm sorry that come out wrong," Mac said regretting what he'd said.

"I know," Martin said, "I'm just nervous about this whole thing."

"Aren't you getting Ruthie flowers?"

"Nope," Martin said, "I've learned my lesson. Ruthie's not a flower person."

Putting the car into park Olivia pulled down the mirror visor and reapplied her lip gloss. She pinched her cheeks to bring the color back in them and then she took a deep lung filling breath and turned to look at Ruthie in the seat beside her, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah but I thought we were going to Mac's first?" Ruthie said, she'd needed that extra time to prepare for the next few minutes with Martin.

"Mac's staying with Martin, something happened to his apartment it's all temporary." Olivia said opening her car door and stepping out into the sun shine.

"How did you find that out?" Ruthie said still not moving from where she sat.

"Freddie found it out from Michelle." Olivia said, "Now come on."

"Should we wake Freddie up?" Ruthie said looking into the backseat at her snoring best friend.

"No let him sleep," Olivia said, "and stop stalling, Missy. Get out of the car."

Ruthie finally forced herself to muster up the courage and open the car door. Biting her lip she looked up at Martin's apartment building, she began to wonder weather or not she'd made the right choice.

"Here goes nothing." She said to herself as she followed Olivia into the building and up the stairs. Olivia knocked several times on the door but no one answered.

"I guess no ones home." Ruthie said stating the obvious, "Let's go."

"No." Olivia said lifting the welcome mat up to reveal a key, "Just as I expected."

"How did you know that was there?"

"Mac always forgets his keys and as much as I love him he's a bozo. So I knew that he'd hide his spare key somewhere obvious and the most obvious place is a welcome mat." Olivia said unlocking the door.

"This is breaking and entering."

"You're having his baby and we're only entering." Olivia said returning the key to its original home under the welcome mat.

"Let's just go wait by the car." Ruthie urged Olivia.

"No come on," Olivia said dragging her into Martin's apartment.

"I have to go to bathroom," Ruthie said, "This is one thing I hate about being pregnant."

"Go find the bathroom, Ruthie. And stop being such a chicken. Once again you are having his baby."

"I guess so." Ruthie said.

She had only been in Martin's apartment once before and there hadn't really been time for a grand tour, so it was no surprise that Ruthie opened the wrong door and found herself entering Martin's bedroom.

Martin opened the back gate and headed into the Camden's yard. He found Sam and David sitting on the back steps looking sadder than a baseball player without a ball.

"What's wrong?" he asked glad for a little more time to prepare himself to face Ruthie.

"Ruthie's moving..." Sam began.

"...we heard Mom tell Dad awhile ago..." David added.

"...we can't think of a way to stop it from happening." Sam finished sadly as Martin felt his heart rip into a thousand little pieces.

"What's wrong?" Olivia asked when Ruthie came running into the room crying hysterically, tears running down her cheeks like a water fall.

"I...I...shshould...of known..." Ruthie cried, "Liv...we...havvve...to...gooo."

"What's going on?" Olivia asked grabbing Ruthie by the shoulders to keep her from falling over onto the floor.

"She'sss...in...hiss...bbbed..." Ruthie said, "With...nnothing on!"

"Oh god, Ruthie." Olivia said pulling her into a hug, "Come on let's get you to the car. Then I can come back up her and kick some..."

"Noooo," Ruthie said, "LLet's just gooo."

"Are sure? I can kick that homewreaker into next week."

"I'm...sure." Ruthie said to upset to laugh.

While Martin and Ruthie both found themselves not getting the whole truth, Simon found himself about to get the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Helen, Simon's agent was a very robust woman with very fake platinum blonde hair and while she acted as mean as a snake, Simon knew underneath it all she was as sweet as a kitten.

"You're late." she said tapping one her long flaming red acrylic nails on her wrist watch.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I got lost again." Simon said taking a seat in front of Helen's extremely messy desk.

"Simon we need to talk." She said picking up his manuscript that had been lying on her desk.

"Ok shoot?"

"This is crap," She said slamming it down onto the desk, "Plain and simple crap."

He had to agree with her but he just simply replied, "That bad?"

"Yes and you need to come up with something good and fast."

"I'm trying. I've hit a writer's block." Simon said.

"Well move the damn block and get going because if I don't have a good script and soon the agency are going to have to drop you. And there is nothing I can do about it." Helen said, "And Simon you know what?"

"What?"

"That'd be a really shame." She said, "And you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I know you're a great screenplay writer." she said, "So put some heart in it and bring me some gold, Baby."

Author's Note:

Hey Guys,

I'm back and hopefully I won't have to have anymore hiatuses, but with life you never know.

Until Next Monday,

Caroline