Thanks to all of you who reviewed...I really appreciate it...and just in case anyone is interested I have the same story up at the WB boards because it's easier and quicker to update...anyways here's the next part...hope you all like it.

As the movie ended Ruthie stretched as Martin sat up and threw the pillow back onto the sofa, "This could be the end of a beautiful friendship." Martin teased.

"Oh you think you could live without me?" Ruthie asked teasingly, as Martin pulled her to her feet.

"No but I could definitely live without that movie." Martin threw back, laughing at Ruthie's mock outrage.

"You are horrible. That is the best movie ever. How could you not like it?" Ruthie chastised him.

"Because she didn't stay with him." Martin responded seriously, though he knew that Ruthie wouldn't leave it at that.

"That makes it good. Because it's not the common happy ending. It's realistic. It's life. Not a fairytale." Ruthie said, as they both made their way to the bathroom and began to get ready for bed.

"Well it was depressing. Besides don't we watch movies to escape real life?" Martin argued, masking his smile as he watched Ruthie turn to face him with an expression of annoyance.

"Of course we do. But sometimes all those sugar coated everything always ends up working out in the end movies are depressing, because that is never gonna happen for us. You know, the real miserable people." Ruthie shot back, trying to convince Martin she was right, while knowing it was impossible.

"Us miserable people? Ruthie, you most definitely are not miserable. Nor are you that much of a realist. Come on, admit it, the movie's depressing." Martin reasoned, enjoying himself as he always did when he argued with her.

"I will do no such thing." Ruthie said, shaking her head as she turned and left the bathroom, having finished brushing her hair and teeth.

"Fine. But you know I'm right whether you admit it or not." Martin called after her retreating form, allowing a smile to cross his face as he heard her grumble something under her breath.

Martin finished up a few minutes later in the bathroom and headed to his room to change into a pair of sweats. After throwing his discarded clothes into the laundry hamper in his closet he walked over and turned on his bedside lamp before turning out the overhead light.

Then he pulled the covers back and crawled into the inviting bed. He was so tired even though he had taken that nap earlier. Today had seemed to last forever and he was extremely thankful to Ruthie that she had made up his bed for him.

Closing his eyes he felt himself relax and his muscles begin to loosen as his body became heavy and his breathing slowed. He heard soft footsteps and his eyes fluttered open as Ruthie neared his bed. She looked at the moment like an angel in one of his old baseball shirts that was too big and a pair of white cotton sleep-pants.

"I just wanted to say goodnight." She whispered as he just looked at her.

"Night, Ruth. Thanks again for making my bed." Martin said softly, his voice already husky from sleep.

"Night, Martin." Ruthie said, as she reached out and turned off his bedside lamp and left the room, not closing the doors that separated their rooms.