After school ended, Martin had baseball practice, so Ruthie decided to stay after and watch him, like she usually did. This time it felt different, though. She wasn't really following the ball, like she normally did, but instead, was following Martin's um…behind… in those baseball pants…
Is this what happens when you love someone? Because if it is, then I am hopelessly, completely, undeniably in love with Martin Brewer, because I cannot focus on anything or anybody except him!
She was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts, however, by a certain dark haired someone.
"Hey Ruth, you ready to go?" Martin asked.
"Yeah, sure. How 'bout you?"
"Yeah, just give me a couple minutes to change."
You could stay like that and I wouldn't complain a bit, Ruthie thought. What she said was, "Okay, I'll meet you outside the locker room, okay?"
Martin looked at her and said, "Okay. See you in five!"
As he was walking away, all he could think about was how Ruthie was finally his, kind of. It wasn't really official-yet.
Five minutes later…
Ruthie and Martin were walking out to his car, and the silence was pretty much killing both of them so, they decided to speak up.
"Ruthie?"
"Martin?"
Both laughed nervously and thought How did we go from being able to talk so comfortably to walking in awkward silence and not being able to do anything about it?
Martin smiled and said, "You go first."
"Ok, well, I was just wondering, are we going to tell my parents about, you know…us?"
He replied, "Well, yeah, I was planning on in, unless you don't want them to know."
Ruthie quickly responded, "No, I want to tell them, I just don't know what they'll think about it. They are pretty overprotective."
"Hmmm. Well, we should still tell them, but maybe we should plan it first. That way, we'll be prepared for any questions they might ask."
"Yeah," Ruthie exclaimed, "that sounds like a great idea, because then they'll see that we are mature adults who can take care of themselves, right?"
"Right."