Thanks guys for all the reviews..it's nice to know people like it. To answer a question: this story is on the fanfiction and rpg boards at the WB and it's under the same title The Good Kind. Hope you all like.
The next morning Ruthie got up early and decided to go out and look around the town for a job. She wanted to be able to have some spending money and of course she would need money for food. She planned on looking at the campus office for ads before heading around aimlessly.
She took a shower quickly and dressed a little nicer than normal in case she managed to get herself an interview before heading for the kitchen to fix herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
When she walked in the kitchen Martin was standing at the counter talking to Mac, who was sitting on a barstool at the bar that separated the kitchen and dining area. Martin looked a little amused as Mac animatedly told him a story about one of the new freshman.
"Hey guys. Mac, I take it you're having fun already with the RA position?" Ruthie teased, as she accepted the bowl of cereal Martin handed her and retrieved the milk from the refrigerator.
"It's horrible. These guys are so much worse than I was. I just don't get it." Mac complained, as Ruthie shot Martin a "This is so funny" look.
"Oh come on Mac. They can't be that bad. You're just going to have to get used to being the responsible one." Martin advised, trying his best to be sympathetic to his friend.
"But I'm not good at that. You are. I knew I should have just moved in here with you. But no." Mac whined, covering his head with his hands.
"So Ruthie where are you goin'?" Martin asked, changing the subject and turning his attention to Ruthie who had taken a seat next to Mac.
"I was going to go to the campus office and see if they have any ads about possible jobs. I need to find one if I'm gonna have any extra money." Ruthie explained, watching as Mac's hands dropped from his head abruptly.
"Aren't you going to come to our games?" He questioned, sounding like a disappointed little boy who had been told that Santa wasn't real.
"Of course I am. Why?" Ruthie questioned, not understanding where his question had come from or why he was so concerned.
"Well if you get a job then you'll be busy and you'll miss them." Mac explained, as though he was speaking to a five-year old.
"No I won't. I'm just going to get a part-time job." Ruthie explained, shooting Martin a look as she did so.
"Hey I'm not the one worried. I know you'll be there." Martin responded, putting his hands in the air as he turned away and began straightening the kitchen.
"Well I guess I better get back to the dorm. See what trouble those hellions have caused." Mac joked, as he got up from the chair, his earlier upset forgotten.
"I'll see you later at the meeting. Remember coach said be there at 6." Martin reminded Mac as he let himself out.
"See you then." Mac called, as he shut the door.
"So do want company?" Martin asked Ruthie, who had finished eating and was cleaning up after herself.
"Sure. That'd be great if you don't have anything else to do." Ruthie replied, happy that Martin had offered and she wouldn't have to find her way around alone.
"Nah, nothing till the meeting later tonight." Martin assured as he headed to his room, "Just let me change and I'll be ready."
"Kay." Ruthie called, as she went into the living room and settled onto the sofa to wait for Martin.