Secrets And Lies (P.1)

A/N: I hope there are still some loyal fans out there! I hope you guys like this. I have it all planned out! 3

The Next Morning

"Peter! Martin! Sam! David! Mom! Dad! Time for breakfast!" Ruthie yelled upstairs, from the kitchen. She decided to cook for them all, as a sort of 'sorry for everything' peace-offering. "Lucy, Kevin, and Savanna are coming over after breakfast to take Sam and David to the zoo!"

"Yay!" Sam and David yelled in unison, as they trudged down the stairs.

"Oh Ruthie," Annie said, "Thank you for this. It is so very sweet of you." Annie hugged Ruthie. "Your father and I are going shopping today, so after breakfast we will be leaving as well."

"Shopping? Why?" Ruthie questioned.

"Well," Annie whispered, "We want Peter to feel welcome, yes? We want to get him a few things."

"I'm sure he doesn't want anything, mom. But that is still very nice of you!" Ruthie replied.

"What's nice?" Peter said as he came down the stairs. Everyone was getting seated around the table. Ruthie was bringing the waffles, eggs, and bacon over. Glasses of orange juice were set on the table.

"Oh nothing," Annie hurriedly said. "Go, sit." She pointed towards the table.

Everyone was seated, except for Ruthie when Martin walked in. He looked right at her, then looked away. He sat down at the table.

"Wow Ruthie this smells fantastic. You are a wonderful-" Peter started.

"Back stabber," Martin mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Peter said, What did you say?"

"Nothing," Martin replied. He rolled his eyes.

No one, except for Ruthie and Martin seemed to know what was going on. They didn't hear Martin's remark, either.

Everyone was chatty at the breakfast table, except Martin and Ruthie.

After Breakfast:

Ruthie was picking up the dishes. Everyone had gone to do there various things, only Martin, Peter and Ruthie were left.

"Here I got it," Peter said, "Sit down."

"Oh, I couldn't let you-" Ruthie began.

"Seriously, I got it, no worries."

Ruthie sat down at the kitchen table. "Thanks," she said.

"No problem," Peter said, "Where's Martin?"

"I think he's in your guys' room," Ruthie replied. Martin and Peter were sharing a room, for the time being.

"Oh. Well, what's up with you guys?" Peter looked up at her.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," he continued to do the dishes, knowing that he wasn't getting an answer form her just yet.

"Nothing, we just...nothing. It's nothing. No big thing," she said, looking down at the table, not able to meet his eyes.

"Alright. For now. But I will a real answer out of you, Ruthie Camden. You have never been able to keep a secret from me before." He smiled at her.

If only he new, she thought, what has happened sense he's been gone...

Mid-Afternoon-Everyone was still gone:

Ruthie, Peter, and Martin were all watching a movie in the living room.

"I gotta pee," Ruthie said.

"Again? That's like the fifth time sense we've started this lame movie!" Peter said, jokingly.

"Yep, again," she said.

She got up hurriedly and ran to the bathroom.

When she returned, she heard Martin yell, "Screw you Peter! Screw you!"

She ran in the room, "What the hell?" Peter said, standing up.

Martin and Peter were face to face.

"Screw you!" he said, enunciating every syllable.

"What do you guys think your doing?" Ruthie flung herself in between them. "STOP!"

"I didn't even do anything! This psycho just started freaking out, and yelling at me."

"Martin, c a l m d o w n," she said very slowly. "Peter didn't do anything."

"Your right. He didn't. Sorry Peter. It was Ruthie's fault. You hateful heartbreaking horrible person. That's what you are Ruthie. I'm going for a walk." Martin stormed out.

Ruthie ran upstairs, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Ruthie!" Peter said running after her.

She flopped on her bed, tears streaking her make-up on her cheeks.

"Ruthie," Peter said soothingly, "It's okay, he's an idiot." He hugged her and rubbed her back.

"No he isn't! I am all those things. I'm a horrible woman! I am hateful. I am cruel. I am-"

"No. You are beautiful, caring, loving, wonderful person. You are the person I love. You are Ruthie Camden, the woman of my dreams, my savior," Peter replied, looking into her big brown eyes.

Ruthie cried a little bit more, but now she was smiling, "You are the most wonderful guy I know. Boy! Do you know how to make a girl feel special! I'm gonna go freshen up." She walked out her room and down into the bathroom.

Peter was still in her room and started looking around. Just glancing, not snooping, just curious what the love of his life had stored in her room. He picked up a book. A folded up piece of paper fell out of it. He picked it up, and unfolded it. It said:

Ruthie,

I'm sorry I have been avoiding you. I just didn't know what to say. But I want you to know, I thought that night, in May, was great. It really was. But you must understand, it was just that, just that night. You know, I had fun, you had fun, but we could never be. I'm sorry if I led you on. It was unintentional, you looked so hot, I couldn't help myself. You are a great girl, you deserve better than me. I'm sorry that things couldn't work out. But I just like to have fun, you know? I thought that you knew that. You just were so sexy, I just thought you, you know, had experience. I'm sorry. But I still had a great time that night. I don't regret it, but I do feel bad. I hope you don't regret it either. I just hope you can forgive me. I hope we can stay friends. I want you to know, I am not that kind of guy that you think I am. I don't take advantage of girls, I don't use girls just for their bodies or anything. I am wholesome. I go to church! Well...sometimes. I just hope we are still friends. Forgive me?

Mac