Disclaimer- Still am not rich from 7th Heaven since I don't own it.

Chapter 14

At her apartment Ruthie had the sudden urge to dress nicer and a little prettier than she normally would. She had no idea what brought this on, but you had to listen to the instincts. She looked in her closet and wasn't finding anything that was really catching her eye. Sunday dinner at the Camdens wasn't formal, but you were expected to dress nicely. Sam and David usually wore khakis and button downs, and Ruthie usually wore a simple skirt and shirt. She put her hands on her hips and sighed blowing some loose curls out of her face. Maybe I should take my shower before I decide what I want to wear. If I take my mind off of it, the outfit will hit me when I get out.

Martin was sweating bullets, luckily he hadn't taken his shower yet. Martin, just calm down. You don't even know if she's single. He'd completely forgotten to ask Mac, he'd automatically figured she'd be single. That's stupid Martin, Mac said she even prettier than she was 7 years ago, and man was she beautiful. Why wouldn't she be dating anyone? Mac would have mentioned it instead of telling him to just go for it, but then again, it was Mac. Although Mac had changed a lot since he last saw him. On, and on and on it went before Martin decided to get in the shower and just do what he was supposed be doing.

Ruthie got out of the shower and decided to turn on the stereo. It was a deep dark secret that no one knew about and she'd keep it that way if her life depended on it. So she walked over to her stereo system and turned on the CD in the disc changer. It took a minute to play and by the time a new song started she was in her favorite red silk like bra and cute boy short red lace panties, (she couldn't stand thongs.) It was perfect timing, she grabbed her hairbrush and started singing and dancing.

Well he walked up to me
And he asked me if I wanted to dance
He looked kinda nice
And so I said I might take a chance
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me

Each time I saw him
I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know
That he was more than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered I love you
And he said that he loved me too
And then he kissed me

He kissed me in a way
That I've never been kissed before
He kissed me in a way
That I wanna be kissed forever more

I knew that he was mine
So I gave him all the love that I had
And one day he took me home
To meet his mom and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me

-- Instrumental Interlude --

Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me
And then he kissed me
And then he kissed me

She was a pretty decent singer but her dancing was terrible. She pretty much only did dance moves from music videos and movies. Moves that only those people could pull off, but no one else and especially not Ruthie. But she had fun when she did it that she didn't care, besides nobody was gonna see her anyway.

Martin got out of the shower and turned on his stereo with the help of the remote. He had a secret that only one person knew about and that was only because he was caught. Mac had agreed to keep it a secret, but it took about a month to keep him from constant laughter every time Martin said he was going to shower, or even at random moments. He probably still giggled about it every now and then, but still…

The stereo eventually finished a song and then started a new one. Martin was clad in one of his favorite pair or boxers, the ones Ruthie got him a couple years ago. Yeah, she'd bought him underwear, she'd forgotten his birthday and at the last minute bought him a set of 3 pairs of baseball boxers. These particular ones were blue with home run written on his ass. They were cheesy, but because she'd gotten them for him, he loved them. He grabbed his hair comb and started singing along to a song his dad loved.

spoken
I've heard people say that
Too much of anything is not good for you, baby
Oh no
But I don't know about that
There's many times that we've loved
We've shared love and made love
It doesn't seem to me like it's enough
There's just not enough of it
There's just not enough
Oh oh, babe

sung
My darling, I can't get enough of your love babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know why
Can't get enough of your love babe
Oh, some things I can't get used to
No matter how I try
Just like the more you give, the more I want
And baby, that's no lie
Oh no, babe

Tell me, what can I say?
What am I gonna do?
How should I feel when everything is you?
What kind of love is this that you're givin' me?
Is it in your kiss or just because you're sweet?

Girl, all I know is every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name
Do whatcha got to do (?)

Darling, I can't get enough of your love babe
Girl, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why
I can't get enough of your love babe
Oh no, babe

Girl, if I could only make you see
And make you understand
Girl, your love for me is all I need
And more than I can stand
Oh well, babe

How can I explain all the things I feel?
You've given me so much
Girl, you're so unreal
Still I keep loving you
More and more each time
Girl, what am I gonna do
Because you blow my mind

I get the same old feelin' every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name
Do whatcha got to do (?)

Darling, I can't get enough of your love babe
Oh no, babe

spoken
Baby, let me take all of my life to find you
But you can believe it's gonna take
the rest of my life to keep you

sung
Oh no, babe
My darling, I can't get enough of your love babe
Yeah, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why
Can't get enough of your love babe
Oh my darling, I can't get enough of your love babe
Oh babe
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why
I can't get enough of your love babe
Oh babe

It was a great song and Martin loved it. He loved all kinds of music, and that is why his music collection was so big and varied from classic rock like Queen, country music, swing music, jazz, 90s music, oldies, and hard rock. He was proud of his collection of music, as well as his book collection. He loved to read and he read all kinds of books. Even Mac didn't know this secret, but he had a stash of…

romance novels. It was only this one author, Corrina Turner. One of his many girlfriends over the years was running really late, he sat down to wait for her and saw one of the novels lying on the coffee table and picked it up in curiosity. He read some of it, and liked it. When he heard her coming down the hall he stuffed it in his jacket pocket. When he got home he realized he'd forgot to put the book back, and then decided he wanted to read some more of this book, and he couldn't put it down. It was really un-male-like but he couldn't stop. So every time a new book of hers came in he had one put on hold under his "girlfriend's" name, and then go pick it up, acting like it was the worst thing in the world. He of course did it at a different bookstore each time, but nonetheless, nobody needed to know that he had an urge to read those books. It was a guilty pleasure, everyone had one, why not him?

When she was satisfied from her dancing and singing she turned to her closet and saw a dress that she hadn't seen since her senior year at college. It was her formal for the senior dance. It really was a beautiful dress. It was very 1940s, which she loved. It was a lavender knee length dress, that was a criss-cross vee neckline, short sleeves, and had a little black arrangement of two flowers one a vine that laid above her right breast. She loved it, she'd bought it at a vintage shop one day in L.A. She'd chosen to wear her white gold hoops with it that Kevin and Lucy had given her the day she graduated college. And to top it all off, her favorite pair of black shoes, they were a satiny material, peep toe, and wait for it… a black satin rose at the top of the toe. She was ready to go. Or at least that's what she thought.

Martin looked at the final product in the mirror. It wasn't half-bad he thought, but he couldn't shake this suspicion that there was something deep down in him that told him that it was smart he'd dressed up.

"Martin are you ready yet? It's almost time." His father screamed up to him from the kitchen.

"Coming Dad." He ran down the stairs and saw the look on his father's face.

"What's that look all about Dad?" He asked with great curiosity. His father had a grin on his face and the gleam in his eyes told him that his dad was truly happy, he was glad, but he was curious, he would find out soon. He had no doubt.

They made their way out the door, locking it on the way, and crossed the street. Martin rang the doorbell, and waited for someone to come to the door.

Ruthie had arrived early to help her mom set up for dinner, and Annie couldn't help but see how especially beautiful her daughter looked tonight. Surely Ruthie had no idea that Martin was in town. Maybe she just felt like dressing up. She was always like that, had weird moments where she felt the need to dress up more than she normally did.

"Ruthie, you look very pretty tonight. What brought this on? You usually just wear a skirt, but a dress? Do you have a date tonight?" She asked in kind of a gushy mood and secretly hoped she didn't unless she wanted to make one with Martin.

"No mom, no date. I just had this weird feeling that I wanted to dress up."

"Ok, that's fine."

The doorbell rang, and it made Ruthie wonder. Who's ringing the doorbell? Oh, that's right Mom invited Beau over.

"Ruthie would you get that please?" Annie asked her very innocently.

"Sure Mom. No problem."

She walked to the front door and slung it open, she was very happy Beau was coming, although she only talked to him earlier, she hadn't seen him in awhile. Although she didn't plan on who was on the other side of the door as well. Without looking before she spoke Ruthie said,

"Beau. Come on…" She stopped midsentence, for standing there along with Beau, was the boy, or man rather, that she'd been in love with since she was sixteen years old, and probably would be 'til she drew her last breath.

When the door opened Martin expected to see Annie or Eric, but what he got was the girl, well woman now, that he was still in love with. Dear God help me. She looks way too beautiful than anyone should be allowed. It was the same thing he'd been thinking when he saw her prom night. What she was wearing was quite simple, but that was the thing with Ruthie. Not matter how simple the piece of clothing was, she could make it look like something that was so much more than it was.

Dear God help me. Why now? I've been doing better. And he looks even more handsome since the last day I saw him.

"Ma- Ma- Martin. What are you doing here?" She said as she held the door open for them to walk in. She'd struggled to get it out, but she had.

"Well, I- I- I got injured and I can't play professionally anymore. I studied physical education during college, just as a back up, and Glen Oak's high school offered me the gym teacher and baseball coach positions."

Once again God, what the HELL are you thinking? Is this your sick joke? 'Cause I don't find it funny!

"Wow, that's quite coincidental. I work there as an English teacher."

Beau had walked away to let them talk. He walked into the kitchen to tell Annie what was going on.

"Well, it's sort of working. They're talking to each other. There's a lot of tension, but hopefully they'll realize that there is something that's only in fairy tales between them."

"Oh I hope so too."

At that moment they heard laughter, and they could hear in the change of their voices that they were back to their old selves with each other. Now let's just hope there's no fight.

Eventually dinner was served and all throughout it Martin and Ruthie talked on and on. They were catching up and Annie felt so happy to see how happy her daughter was, and she was sure Beau felt the same way.

After dinner Martin and Ruthie sat on the tree swings that the Camdens had acquired a few years earlier.

"Do you remember prom night?" He dared ask the question because he planned to tell her about how he was going to tell her that night that he loved her and couldn't see himself with anyone else.

"Look, Martin I've spent years trying to forget that night, so let's not bring it up."

"Look, on prom night I-"

"Martin, I don't want to talk about it." She didn't want to tell him how that night broke her heart.

Martin didn't care, he wanted to tell her.

"On prom night-"

"That's it I'm going home!"

"Ruthie-

"NO! I told you that I don't want to talk about that night. I don't even want to hear about it. Good bye Martin!" She grabbed her car keys and ran to her Jeep.

When she reached the Jeep she burst into tears. She never wanted to talk about that night again. She'd never felt more pain in her entire life and she wasn't going to relive it. She pulled herself together, started the engine, and drove off. She seriously needed her favorite ice cream (Reese's Peanut Butter Cup) and to watch her favorite movie (The Breakfast Club).

Martin stood in the Camdens back yard and started to wonder if he'd ever get to tell Ruthie how he felt. There's gotta be another way. All of a sudden he had it. It was perfect but he'd need some help, so he ran off to get it.

A/N: if you want the links to the dress and shoes, just e-mail me, I'll send them to ya.