"You look great. I love that outfit." Gretchen complimented Ruthie, who was wearing tight dark jeans with a pink tank-top underneath a brown mesh long-sleeved shirt, with brown sandals.
"Thanks. That shirt looks really cute on you. You should keep it." Ruthie said, as she glanced at Gretchen who was wearing Ruthie's emerald green button up shirt with a pair of her own cream colored jeans and a pair of green sandals she had also borrowed from Ruthie.
Ruthie wasn't exactly sure where they were going since Gretchen still hadn't told her, but at least they both looked nice. Gretchen had done Ruthie's make-up for her, careful not to make it too noticeable. Then had done her own before asking Ruthie to straighten her hair, which was long, thick and slightly wavy.
Since they had both showered and then taken their time getting ready it had taken them a good hour and a half. Ruthie couldn't help but wonder if Martin and Mac had even moved from the couch in all that time.
As they made their way to the front door both girls weren't surprised to find Martin and Mac still sitting on the couch watching the game. Ruthie could tell by the look that Gretchen threw Mac's way that she might just stay mad at him for a while this time.
Gretchen liked for things to go her way, which wasn't a surprise since she was in fact an only child. But usually she didn't get bent out of shape if they didn't. Tonight had proved to be an exception to that rule though because Ruthie could tell that she wasn't happy with Mac.
And to be honest Ruthie didn't really blame her. She had heard Mac promise Gretchen earlier when they had all been sitting in the kitchen eating lunch that he would take her out that night. That was when Gretchen had suggested they all go together.
Ruthie immediately knew then that Martin hadn't been too thrilled with the idea by the look on his face and the way he disappeared into the living room. She had thought at the time that he was just tired from practice and might change his mind after he'd had a little time to relax.
But apparently she'd been wrong. And honestly she didn't want to drag Martin along if he really didn't want to come. It wasn't like he had made any promises to her or any of them to do anything.
Martin heard the girls as they shuffled behind the couch headed for the front door and flicked off the TV as he heard the door squeak open. He wasn't exactly happy that Mac had insisted they both get dressed so they could go with the girls.
He wasn't really in the mood to go out tonight. Practice had been torture and all he had wanted to do was sit at home and relax. Not go out to some movie where there were going to be a bunch of loud people.
Sighing dejectedly he followed Mac out the door and locked up. He could hear Mac and Gretchen tossing insults at each other as they made their way to the car and almost turned around to go back inside.
He knew that their bickering wouldn't last long and they would probably make up before he made it out to the car but that didn't make him anymore happy about going. The only reason he was going was for Ruthie.
He didn't want her to feel like the third wheel and he knew that even if she didn't say anything she would. He would've just asked her to stay at home with him since he knew that she would've. But he also knew that she probably wanted to get out of the house since she had been inside cleaning and studying all day.
"You coming or not?" Ruthie said softly from behind him.
"Yeah." Martin answered, jumping a little in surprise.
"You know we could just stay here. Let them go. I know you really don't wanna go the movies." Ruthie suggested, biting her bottom lip as she looked towards Mac and Gretchen who were now hugging.
"No. We'll go." Martin said, glancing down at Ruthie who looked more beautiful than normal as the moonlight caused her eyes to sparkle, "As long as you promise tomorrow night just you and me, ice-cream, pizza and scary movies."
"Deal." Ruthie said grinning, as she wrapped her arms around Martin in a quick hug of appreciation.
Ruthie loved the feeling she got whenever she was in Martin's arms. It seemed like no matter how long it lasted, hugging him always brought her a sense of contentment and fulfillment that was unlike anything else she had ever experienced.
Likewise, Martin enjoyed the feel of Ruthie's small arms wrapping around his neck as she stood on her tiptoes to hug him. Whenever he got the chance to hold her in his arms it was like he was getting a taste of heaven as a feeling of peace overcame him.
Not that either would ever admit it.