Chapter 8: The Reunion (part 2)

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"Hello, Martin," Ruthie said, finally speaking after moments of silence.

"Hey, Ruthie," Martin said, sitting up straight on the couch. Martin gave Mac a devilish grin, as he knew he had something to do with this.

"Who's that?" Mac asked in the background.

"Ruthie," Martin said, covering the phone so Ruthie couldn't hear.

"Are you still there?" Ruthie asked when Martin uncovered the phone.

"Oh yea, sorry, just talking to Mac," Martin replied.

"Oh, how's Mac?"

"Umm, good, I guess but I don't think you called to ask about Mac," Martin left the living room, went into his room, and shut the door behind him.

"Still rude I see," Ruthie said, smiling.

"I was never the rude one. I could just always tell when you are trying to stall," Martin said, returning the smile from the other side of the phone.

"I just wanted to talk. We haven't talked in a while."

"Yeah. So how's life treating you?"

"Good, I guess."

"You guess?" Martin asked.

"Yeah, I mean it hasn't been great but it hasn't been the worst. So how's life treating you?"

"Fine," Martin said. He never knew if Ruthie knew about Aaron's death. Anger came over him at first but he just looked at it another way: she didn't know.

"Really?"

"No," Martin said, pausing and trying to get his next question ready to ask. "So, why didn't I see you at the funeral?"

Ruthie didn't expect him to say that. She didn't even expect him to say anything at all about Aaron's death.

"I just found out and sorry about Aaron."

"Yeah, sucks."

"Yeah, but you'll get through it."

"That's what everybody else says," Martin said, finally wanting to drop the subject. "So I heard you're at Simon's?"

"Word gets around fast."

"You out of all people should know that," Martin replied, finally letting Ruthie hear him laugh.

"Are you going to the reunion?" Ruthie asked.

"Not if you're going to be there."

"Ouch, that hurt. You're only saying that because I can't sock you."

"Yeah, your socks always did hurt."

"No, really, are you going?"

"Why?"

"Just answer the question." Now here they were, like they were in high school again.

"I believe so."

"See, was that so hard for you to answer the question?"

"Well, you're asking a lot of questions."

"Smart ass," Ruthie muttered.

"Hey, I heard that and I would gladly take the compliment."

"I want to see you before the reunion," Ruthie finally spit out.

"Wow, you were never scared to say what's on your mind."

"Yeah, I know, but you always were."

"No, I wasn't. Well to answer your question..."

"It wasn't a question, Mr. Brewer. I was telling you."

The next day (Friday)

The living room was quiet. You could hear the birds outside singing and the whispers in the wind.

Matt walked around to see where everybody was before he grabbed his keys to head over to Simon's.

"MATT!" Matt jumped and turned around spotting Mary. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Mary, don't scare me like that and why do you want to know?"

"Because I need to get out of this house for a while. Too many memories are coming back to me."

"Yeah, me, too. Well, bye."

"MATT!" Mary yelled again as he was almost out the door.

"Okay, you can come with me but stop screaming my name and no asking where we're going?"

Matt and Mary were out the door fast and on the road.

They had been driving for an hour or so and hadn't had a conversation yet. Mary was growing very bored and impatient as she wanted to ask where they were going.

"So, Matt, how's life?" Mary asked to get the discussion going.

"It's great. Sarah and I got the job we both wanted and we're back around family. Couldn't be any better."

"That's great."

"Yeah. So how's life after, you know, the Carlos thing?"

"Sarah promised not to tell you."

"She didn't. I overheard," Matt said, looking as if it wasn't a surprise to him.

"So what's your thought on it?"

"What?" Matt asked, looking confused

"What negative thoughts do you have about me? Come on, I know you got something to say; everybody else does."

"Mary, come on, you know me better than that. I would never judge my family."

"So you'll judge someone that is not your family?" Mary asked, smiling.

"Only if I don't like them," Matt responded with a half smile. " So who's the father?"

"So many questions. I thought you said you overheard everything."

"I never said everything. I just said I overheard. I never said which parts. So just answer the question."

"Guess?"

"Come on, we're not kids anymore."

"Come on, Matt."

"Okay," Matt said, thinking really hard. "So it has to be somebody I know since you asked me to guess."

"Very smart."

"Were we friends or still friends?"

"No, not really, you are friends with his brother."

"Huh?" Matt said, thinking of his friends that Mary knew and to come to think of it she had known. " I'm lost. Just tell me because this game is getting boring."

"Okay, but you got to promise not to tell anyone until I'm ready to."

"Okay, promise."

"It's Ben."

"BEN? Kevin's brother?" Matt asked, stunned while taking his eyes off of the road.

Simon got up slowly and placed the sleeping Melanie, who was lying on his chest, on the couch as he made his way to the ringing door. Simon opened it and shut it as quick as he saw who was at the door.

"RING...RING...RING," the doorbell grew annoying. Simon had to think fast, he picked up Melanie and put her in his room, on his bed, before cracking the door just enough to hear her cry.

"Hey Matt, Mary," Simon said, hugging each one.

"Nice, Simon, really nice," Matt said, coming in and looking around. "So how's my little brother doing?"

"Great," Simon said, making sure Matt eyes didn't wander to the cracked room door.

"So, Simon, where's Ruthie?" Mary asked, going into the refrigerator and opening it to find something to eat.

"That hurt."

"What?" Mary asked as Simon closed his refrigerator door behind Mary.

"Here I am thinking that you two came down to see the sexiest Camden."

"Yeah, right, sexy," Mary said, taking a bite of the sandwich she just made.

"To answer your question she left hours ago. She said she had to go pick up something; you know-handle some business."

"M...mommy!" Melanie whined. Around the time Simon got to her, Matt already had her in his arms as she was lying on his shoulder wiping her eyes. Mary pushed by Simon fast.

"Who baby is this?" she asked.

"SIMON!" Matt yelled minutes later after a long silence but not loud enough to scare Melanie.

Simon felt as if he was going to have an asthma attack and he didn't even have asthma. He was panicking and Matt and Mary knew it

+++++++++++++++++++.

Ruthie was waiting patiently by this baseball park in the middle of Glenoak and where Simon lived. Nervous as she ever been in her whole life, nervous to see him, nervous to touch him, nervous of what his reaction would be.

He looks even sexier than I last saw him. Why do god make men so sexy? Ruthie thought to herself.

Martin's was coming and he had on some plain blue jeans, a white wife beater, and some white force. Martin in forces, Ruthie laughed to herself. His eyes and hair were darker and it seemed to her that his upper body was even more stronger.

Martin's POV

She looked even sexier than the last time I saw her. She had on some dark blue pants, with a shirt I wouldn't ever let her walk out the house with; she had on some heels that matched her sexy shirt, and her hair was down and more longer and darker.

As I approached her, she stood up and opened her arms. My body began to weaken and my mind was going blank.

We hugged each other. Damn, she even smelled good, like always, I thought.

"Ruthie long time no see or hear from," I said, making conversation. She stood there and finally spoke.

I wasn't really listening to what she was saying. I was staring at her figure.

This girl got thicker too and grew a lot and I'm not talking about height. I looked her up and down again.

"Martin," she said, snapping me out of the gutter.

"Yeah?"

"Boys never listen but think they know everything."

"Correction-men," I said back. "I stopped being a boy along time ago."

"Well, excuse me. Ever since Martin Brewer became two years older," she said as she finally smiled. Damn, I loved when she smiles.

End of Martin's POV

"Mac, it's time to go. The plane leaves in two hours" Meredith said, throwing the bags in their car.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Mac said, eating some chicken.

Mac and Margaret both went to school out there. Right along with Martin.

"If we have to go pick up Martin then we should have left already," Margaret said.

"Martin's already down there. He left yesterday," Mac said, finally ready to go.

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