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It was a month before my 21st birthday; a month before becoming an adult among my pack. I was on my way back to the house I shared with some fellow Aubrey State students from my home in Colorado. Giancarlo Rosato; his brother, Santino; his boyfriend of 3 years, Bowser Koopa, Jr.; and my boyfriend--a flying wolf like myself--Josef were my roommates. As I was flying above the road to the house I saw someone who appeared to be Gian. I landed in front of the flamedramon. "Buongiorno, Gian! Come stai?" I said as I landed, keeping my wings out to block the way.

Gian glared at me. "I'm well, thank you. Please Nick, will you stop with the Italian. I'm in America; I'd rather speak English. And close your wings! I can't see with those things blocking my way."

I closed my wings and used my lupine heritage to my advantage and whined like a wolf. "Cosa! Un italiano che non parla italiano? You know I love languages, Gian. And you're teaching it to me. Why shouldn't I practice?" He gave me his 'fire eyes' look and I knew what was wrong.

"I miss my family in Italy. That's why I hate hearing you speak Italian. It reminds me of them. So, I beg of you, if you want to speak Italian do so with Santino. I'm still going to teach you, but please don't speak Italian to me outside of our lessons. Speaking of my brother, have you seen him lately?"

Just then the strikedramon walked up from behind his twin. "Fratellino, remember? I was at the parents' house."

"Oh, sì. Ho dementicato. When'd you get back?"

"Last night. Hello Nick. Come stai, mio amico?"

"Bene Grazie! Wings're a little sore, but it's been a week since I flew more than five miles. I should expect this. The family was happy to see me. So the trip was worth it. I got word from them. My Einundzwanzigster Geburtstag plans are in order. Gott sei Dank, haben wir Flügel! If we didn't have these, the whole pack would be flying to Colorado on a plane...out of our wallets!" I said, rubbing my wings.

Since transferring to Aubrey state the semester prior, I'd only visited my family in Colorado four times. I loved my family, but I was living in California. I had family there that I was more than happy to see. Besides, Junior's dad had given me no reason to want to go back home. He wanted me to get my degree in computer science so that he could hire me to work as an IT professional in Koopa Suites. Bowser, Sr. knew the Coulter pack because of my uncle, an engineer that worked for one of the largest tech manufacturers in the industry, Broadcom, named Jeff. He and Senior had met in a meeting between Motorola's cable box division and Koopa Suites. When my uncle had talked to Junior's father he had made instant friends. When Bowser asked Jeff about family, he had said that his parents were dead, but he had a brother in Colorado. Well, it wasn't too much later that Bowser Koopa, Sr. had showed up at our door. He wanted to meet my side of the family. When he met me I had been with a lion, named Aiden. He was staying at our house for the week. So I introduced him, and knowing Junior from a GLBTQ website I decided to add that Aiden was my boyfriend. Well one thing led to another and I was given a full ride scholarship for my degree as long as I went to Aubrey State. So my parents helped me move to California the next day. Bowser had agreed to let me stay with Junior and Gian.

"What does this mean for us, babe?" I remember Aiden asking me.

"We're through," was the gist of what I said to him. Though, I said it in a way that meant we were still friends.

Now single, living in a new city, and given a new part time job, I moved in with Gian and Junior. I told Gian what had happened between me and Aiden, and Gian and Junior set up a date for me with Josef. Hell, had it not been for those two, I would probably have never had found the stud. Since that date nine months prior, I had come to love Josef more and more. He and I agreed to never use the word, love, until we actually knew that we did. Hence, one of the longest and most fulfilling relationships I'd had--albeit only my fourth--was with Josef.

I knew I loved him now. More than eros, I loved him. I was going to tell Josef when I got home. He knew. He could tell, but I had to keep my promise to him. I had to be absolutely sure.

"Good. I'm glad that your visit went well Nick. Shall we go home?" Gian looked at me and Santino.

"Sì. Let's go home. I want to see my Josef." I responded with a smile.

"Shall we?" Santino asked and proceeded in the direction of the house.

"Who's zere?" the distinct German accent came from the kitchen.

"Es ist ich, mein süßer Wölfchen. Ich bin zu Hause." I said, coming in the front door. I heard the metal clang of a spoon falling on tile and then saw the massive visage that was Josef. 7'2", 240 pounds, muscled and of the white Flyer variety of wolf, he was an impressive sight to behold. Not to mention his Schwanz. I mean both meanings of that, by the way. His tail was a gorgeous white, not too long and the fur was always perfectly straight. His other 'tail' was huge, bigger than mine, and mine wasn't anything to shirk at, at a whole 7" when erect. "Wie war mein Wölfchen, wenn ich bei meine Familie war? Seriously, my sweet, how were you? I missed you."

"I vas and am fine, Nikki." He said. I growled low at the use of his pet name, "Vhat? I zought you loved zat name."

"I do--when you use it. It's just not something I'm used to."

"Ja, ja. Ich verstehe. I understand... Ah, Santino, Gian, ready for some dinner?"

"Are we ever, Jo." Gian, Santino, and I said at once.

"Well it's about time y'all got home." Junior said when we entered the kitchen. The kitchen table was already set and dishes laid out.

"What do you have for us tonight, Josef?" asked Gian.

"A taste of home, my Italian friend... Auzentic, beef lasagna."

"My, my! Mein Wölfchen, you never cease to amaze me."

"I try." He said and gave me shy grin.

"Shall we, then?" queried Santino.

"Let's." I said and grabbed my dish and walked over to the island. There in front of me was probably the most beautiful lasagna I had ever seen. The cheese on the top was just the right shade of brown, with the tomato sauce perfectly hidden. "I'd say that I don't want to ruin it, it looks so beautiful. However, I'm so hungry I could eat this whole thing on my lonesome." I cut into the lasagna with a spatula and placed a slice on my plate. Then I went to sit down at my spot on the table.

"You know you shouldn't eat too much, babe. The doctor told us that especially we fliers need to pay attention to our weight." Josef shouted from the kitchen, "I used your mother's recipe for this lasagna. Low in fat yet still tastes amazing."

"Nick's family has zero Italian. How can his mother's recipe be 'auzentic?'" Gian asked.

"My mom doesn't just make American food like a professional chef. Take a bite and see for yourself, Signor Rosato." I retorted.

He took a bite out of his lasagna. And the facial expression was one that I'd seen countless times before. My mother was no professional chef, but she--and my father--could cook with the best of them. Her lasagna recipe replaced the usual high in fat ricotta cheese with low fat cottage cheese. Something that I'd always wondered was: "what would an Italian think of my mom's lasagna?" I got my answer. Though made by my wolfy, the recipe and taste was exactly what I was used to. Gian just looked at me.

"Così buona! I commend your mother, this tastes amazing." He relented, "Grazie, signor Josef, per il cibo."

"I told you. E preggo. Especially for you track stars, 'low in fat' is important. You guys don't know how hard it is for a German chef to cook for this household. We love our fatty foods. Anyways, Nikki, your Einundzwanzigster Geburtstag is in a month. Any plans?"

"Well Wölfchen, I already told Gian, but I guess I'll go over it again. A lot of my pack's flying into Denver for the ceremony. So I'm flying to Denver and celebrating with my family. My mom told me to invite you."

"Deine Eltern haben mich lieb. So, natürlich. Natürlich würde ich dort sein." He replied, „Wirst du mit mir nach Deutschland für meinen kommen?"

"Babe, thank you. Of course I'll come to Germany for yours."

"Geez, with all this German and Italian, you'd think we were in Switzerland." Junior joked.

"What? You have a problem with our love of language?" I glared at him.

"No, no. It's just funny because you all speak between so many languages that any translator would flip y'all off. I mean Italian, Japanese, German, Spanish, and English are all commonly spoken in this house. I love it, but translators would hate us."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Oh by the way, Junior, Roy called. He says Hanbei-san will be in town this week. They're probably going to drop by. So if we want to impress him, we should all brush up on our Japanese."

"Hai!" Junior and I both shouted.

I crawled into bed with Josef. He looked at me longingly. I knew what he wanted and quickly undressed, already hard from the thought of him inside me. My shaft bobbed in the air. He chuckled.

"You've been wanting this for a while, huh?" he said.

I nodded. He chuckled again. Then he went to work on my shaft. Bobbing his head up and down, I let out a quiet moan. Then I heard Gian and knew that they were at it as well. I felt a sense of pity for Santino. He hadn't had a girlfriend in a long, long while. Yet he was living with two gay couples who pretty much had their way with each other every night. Josef knew exactly what was going on in my head and stopped, whined a little and looked up at me.

"Nikki, er hat schon dir erzählt. Er hat kein Problem mit uns. Warum machst du Sorgen? Er ist glücklich. Er will nicht jetzt eine Freundin. Du weißt, wie verrückt sie sein können. Leave him be. He'll be fine."

„Aber Wölfchen, ich hasse, dass er allein ist. Ich fühle mich schuldig." But Wolfy, I hate that he's alone. I feel guilty.

„Ich weiß. Mach keine Sorgen! Er wird in Ordnung sein. Ich weiß, dass er wird." I know. Don't worry. He'll be fine. I know that he will.

"Ok, Ok. I guess. I kind of lost my mood. I'm sorry babe."

"Don't be. Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow you have Computer Science, Calculus two, and German." He said as I scooted down so that my head was on the pillow.

"Gute Nacht, mein Wölfchen."

"Good Night, my Nikki." Josef replied as he came up behind me and draped his arm over my belly. He gave me a few kisses on the neck. Then he was out like a light.

I heard Gian and Junior finish before I fell asleep. I drifted off quicker than any other time in my life when I was in Josef's arms. He was mine and I was his. I felt at peace when I was with him. I didn't give myself a chance to tell Josef that I loved him but I would tomorrow. I was certain of it now. He and I could read each other so well. We'd known each other so long at that point. I'm in love with a man. What will God think of me now? was my last thought before I went to sleep.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm on my phone went off. That was followed by a 'light' shake from Josef. I looked at him and smiled. "I love you, my Wolfy. I don't ever want to leave your side." I said. Uttering words that Josef had wanted me to say for the last three months.

"Bist du sicher?" Are you sure? He gave me a look of complete shock.

"More so about this than anything in my life. I'm sorry it took me so long to be sure. But I wanted to see if the relationship would last more than five months, and I had to be absolutely sure that I loved you."

"You're so helpless sometimes, Nikki. I love you, too." He chuckled, shaking his head, "Come on! Zieh deine Kleidung an! Werden Sie bereit für Schule! I mean, seriously love get ready, you have class in an hour. I'll make your breakfast."

"Of course. Thanks for helping me get up." I said as I went to the shower. Having no need to undress, I just grabbed my towel. Thankful to be rid of communal showers. Besides that, I had no issue 'showing off.' Another thing, Junior and Gian had seen their fair share of members in the locker room of Aubrey State's track team. So I had no reason to think that they'd be surprised to see me naked. Besides, since 'The Event' that occurred on the Mayan calendar's end, I had actually opted for improving my personal appearance. You see the twenty-first of December, 2012 hadn't actually been the end of the world. What happened on the solar maximum was stranger. Reality--or the human world--and the world of Roommates--a comic series by Spelunker Sal and Dreamous--combined. Eighty percent of the human population changed into anthros during this event. Five percent had met their unfortunate and untimely ends because of the transformation process. The remaining fifteen, for whatever reason didn't change. One thing of good that came out of this, at least for the American economy--and republicans everywhere, is that the entirety of the human world's United Statez federal government had been replaced by the one in the Roommates universe.

I loved showers, but hated drying off. You see true to my now lupine heritage, I had fur all over my body, excluding my shaft. So now I had to deal with the fur holding all the water from the shower. Also, the one thing that annoyed me about being lupine is that the bathroom ended up smelling like wet dog after every time I or Josef showered. God forbid we showered together. It was a smell that was made all the worse by my now super sensitive wolf nose. So as I was showering, my nose hated me. I just let the water pour over my body while shampooing every last lock of fur on my body. I had to be presentable. So I made sure to wash my face fur and my hair, because each furry had locks of hair on his head that could be styled. The water rolling over my fur was the perfect temperature for me and I just let the water flow over my sore wing muscles and down the rest of my back. It was one of the most amazing feelings ever. The water caressed every curve of my body, every single strand of fur got drenched in the warm water.

"Nikki, komm und frühstück! I made your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes. Better hurry, though, Junior looks pretty hungry..." I heard from the door. I turned off the water and got out, wing muscles still a little sore from the abuse of flying from Aurora, Colorado to Aubrey State after having only flown to the beach before the flight. I got dress quickly already tasting the chocolaty deliciousness that were those pancakes. Now, I will say that these never compared to the breakfasts Junior's brother Roy whipped up whenever we went to his place. However, just like my personal stereotype of the Germans, Josef could make amazing meals, especially traditional European dishes. American foods, hamburgers, wings, etc. however, he could make amazing, but they weren't as amazing as a trained American chef. As I got on my shirt and zipped up the wing holes, I headed down the stairs to the living room and from there, I saw Junior, Giancarlo, and Santino already eating their pancakes and my chocolate chip pancakes were already at my place.

I looked at my watch. Perfect! Thirty minutes til class. I thought. I dug into my pancakes quickly. We lived only fifteen minutes from the Aubrey campus by walking. I took about five minutes to get to my first class by flying. "So Gian, what's up with classes? You're two years ahead of me, so you should be graduating soon, yes?"

"I should be, but I'd rather not get into it. You, Mister, need to get to class." Gian said, giving me his mock parent act yet again.

"All right, all right. I'm off. Thanks for the pancakes, Wölfchen!" I said as I trotted out the door.

"Mr. Coulter, what type of loop does one use for filling a multi-dimensional array?" Professor Gutiérrez asked. Giving me a look of utter contempt. He was a coyote anthro and had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with lupines like myself.

"A for loop, well more accurately we use a double nested for loop. ¿Señor, crees que yo estoy un idiota?" I said, giving him a smirk. The Mexican coyote just gave me a look of utter incredulity. I laughed, "Yo estudiaba castellano en colegio. ¡No sea Usted sorprendido! It was a requirement at my high school to take at least two years of a language. I took four. Then continued when my friends got me Rosetta Stones for Spanish and Japanese for Christmas."

"Well, I hate to admit it, but you're correct. ¡Dios mio, Ayúdame! I´m starting to like you, wolf," he said to me. Then to the class queried, "Now can anyone tell me why for loops are used for filling arrays?"

"Mr. Gutiérrez, I'll tell you the reason," stated an absolutely beautiful Black Panther male--my friend Isaac, who transferred from Colorado State with me--he winked at me, "A for loop is very strict in the order that it executes itself. It makes what could be several lines of code into one line of code. It's easier to create a for loop for this situation because a for loop instantiates a counter which can be used to move through the indices in an array. Hence we use the for loop to fill and modify values in an array."

"Thank you, Mr. Crowder. I'm glad that someone in this class knows his shit. Seriously guys, sometimes I feel like I'm teaching 'An intro to computer programming and discrete math.' Please show me that you've taken that class as well as the class that followed. I need to teach you more advanced stuff than what was taught in those classes. We were supposed to be done with review at the end of August. I mean we're a week behind."

I looked at my wolfy as I bounced up and down matching the rhythm with his thrusts. His angel-wings were spread on the bed and his fur was matted from the pre that I kept leaking. His beautiful white fur was wet with sweat. His eyes were closed, his mouth agape and his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth and then came what had become my favorite feeling in the whole world, I was close, the tingling sensations from my nether regions told me so. "Ich bin nah...!" I got out, right before I shot all over Josef's chest. Not a second later I could feel Josef filling me with his spunk. I collapsed onto his chest licking it. He looked down at me, panting, and smiled.

"Sollen wir uns duschen? Wir sind sehr schmutzig." He said, knowing full well that we both needed to clean up.

"Zusammen?"Together? I asked.

"Warum nicht." Why not. He replied as he pulled out.

"Wie ist dein Arsch?" How's your ass? He asked. He playfully patted my butt as we walked to the bathroom.

"Mach keine Sorgen! Du hast mich für neun Monate gefickt. Mein Arsch ist in Ordnung." Don't worry! You fucked me for nine months, my ass is fine. I said as I turned on the water to the right temperature.

"Weil ich so groß bin, mache ich Sorgen." Because I'm so big, I worry. He said. We both stepped into the shower. I looked up at him and smiled. He bent down a little to give me a kiss.

"Mein Arsch kann dich handhaben."My ass can handle you. I replied. I bent down and started to lick my cum off of Josef. It was interesting to say the least. Though I was getting a lot of fur with the cum I was licking up. Josef whimpered slightly.

"Es tut mir leid." I'm sorry. I looked up at him, worried.

"Kein Problem. Waschen wir uns! Ja?" No problem. Let's wash ourselves, yea? Josef's low bass replied.

I nodded and grabbed the shampoo. I squirted some of the gooey liquid into my hand and began to work it into a lather. When it was white and bubbly, I started to go over Josef's chest, rubbing the suds into his soft fur. I then moved to the shoulders and then is armpits and arms. Then I moved onto his belly and then down to his groin. I made sure to be extra gentle with his balls. After massaging the shampoo onto his balls I washed his dick. Then came the legs and his feet. He definitely had large feet. Shopping for shoes was almost impossible since most retailers didn't carry his size of shoe. Those feet also had a fun side to them, though. They were super sensitive, not as sensitive as Gian's but if you rubbed them a certain way he would moan. It was absolutely adorable.

"Stopp, bitte! Ich kann nicht steif sein, wenn wir nach unten gehen." Stop, please. I cannot be hard when we go downstairs. He ordered.

I obliged. And then said, "Oh mein Gott! Ich werde stoppen. Jetzt wasche ich deine Rückseite." O my God! I'll stop. Now I'll wash your back. I replied as I started up his calves. Then his hamstrings and his ass and tailhole. I then went down his tail. After that I had to grab the shampoo again. Only problem with being a furry? You would end up using a bottle of shampoo and conditioner in maybe two days. I remembered going through the same amount in two weeks when I was human. Now for the tough part of washing a flying wolf, the back. Generally you wanted to keep the wings clean as possible but you needed to also dry them quickly as well. The flight feathers on a flying wolf were pretty delicate and would often times become broken when weighed down by water. We molted and shed regularly, but in general we tried to take care of our flight feathers. Drachenwolves or flying wolves with bat wings didn't have this problem, though their wing membranes tore quite often. I carefully massaged his back and then started working on his wings. We didn't quite have the space for him to open them, but he opened them as much as the space allowed. It was quickly over as I took the shower head of of its holster and rinsed the body of my wolfy clean.

"Jetzt dich." Now you. He said and gave me a smirk.

After an amazingly quick and thorough shower we both got dressed in what I called our Ausgangkleidung. Or clothes we wore when we went out on the town. I was about to put on my fedora when I heard Gian yelling, "Guys, the movies in twenty minutes." I put on the fedora and then left the room.

"Coming!" I sang as I glided down the stairs.

Gian looked at me and my fedora. "With that outfit your wicker fedora works better."

"You sure?" I looked in the mirror as I asked. I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt that was the almost-typical lily motif the lilies were a purple color that wasn't quite royal purple, more of a grey purple. It had a super grayed out green background. For pants I had on a pair of khaki slacks. The fedora I was currently wearing was dark grey and was made of felt. It's band was a shiny navy blue-gray with white, diagonal stripes outlined in sky blue going around it.

"Ok. Everybody ready?" I said as I came down the stairs with my wicker fedora on.

"We've been waiting on you. You're driving after all." Junior pointed out.

"Why am I the one driving, again?" I asked opening my wings to their full span--a good ten feet, using my hands to exaggerate my already obvious point.

"You're the one with a car. Now let's go." Santino said, rather pointedly, "if I'm to be the perpetual fifth wheel in this group I may as well keep us on time."

"Stop with that, fratello! I don't think of you that way, nor does anyone else." Gian almost slapped his twin.

"Tranquilo, todos, tranquilo." I said as I went out the door to the carport. My 2001 Volkswagen Passat was sitting there staring rather forlornly at me, as if to ask, 'Where have you been?'

"Meine Jutta, Ich bin zurück." I said to the rather lonely looking and neglected automobile. I had used the vehicle all of three times since getting my angel wings. I hadn't seen the point. I got in and started the engine. The little four cylinder turbo whined to life. Since moving to California, I'd done some things to the car to add my own personal style. The car's dark green paint job had been redone with the addition of a cream white racing stripe over the driver's seat. I had the vehicle lowered and gotten the "pie plate" wheels my brother had suggested for the car. I also had exchanged the automatic transmission with a six-speed manual racing transmission. My other outer addition to the car was a chrome silver grille for the front end. As far as performance went I had the 1.8 liter turbo engine chipped to output more horsepower as well as gotten a higher performance turbocharger and air filter assembly. The car was something of a hobby of mine, when school didn't overwhelm me.

"Automatic dibs on ze front seat!" Josef shouted. We let Josef control the radio because he knew what everyone wanted to listen to. It was hard when everyone's favorite music was in different genres. However Josef had found a happy medium for us all. Josef got in and turned on some Rammstein. "Du Hast" started coming out of my sound system.

Santino got in the middle and just puthis headphones in. Next was Gian who sat behind me and just pouted. Then the head banging Junior was next. I looked at Josef who smiled at me. I just winked and put the car in reverse. I slowly pulled out of the carport and onto the apartment complex's shared driveway. Then we were on our way to the movies.

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, to you, sir." said a rather dashing sparrow on the screen. I always loved the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. And this film was no different. Though it had to go through some revisions because of the Event. Partially because of his role as the protagonist, Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates movies Johnny Depp had become an anthro sparrow when the Event occurred. I loved this movie because Disney had gotten a whole bunch of famous actors on board. The main antagonist in this flick was Angelina Jolie and she apparently was one of the 15 percent of humans left on our planet. Still gorgeous as ever and still with those extremely large, pouty lips. Her role as the bad guy had identified to me what was Hollywood's opinion of the 'Unchanged.' It's a sad fact that this is true, but prejudice still existed after the Event. It had just changed its name. Now it was called speciesism instead of racism.

The credits started rolling as Gian, Junior and Santino got up. I looked at Josef. He shrugged and got up as well. I sighed, "That bad, huh?"

"It's sad, Nick, but yes." Gian gave me a shrug and started to leave the theatre. Junior and Santino followed next. Then it was my turn.

"Wo möchtest du jetzt gehen, Nikki?" Where do you want to go now, Nikki? Josef asked.

"Also, wir könnten immer zum Bowling gehen." Well, we can always go bowling. I answered with a small smile.

"Says the man who gutters the ball more times than not." Gian joked. I glared at him. I wasn't the best bowler in the world, but at least I'd gotten better. Bowling had become our default thing to do at night. It was partially because Josef and I were too young to go bar hopping and also because most clubs were too much for our group.

I turned on my phone and looked at notifications on the bottom of the screen. I'd gotten no text messages while we were in the movie. However, I did get a voice mail. I swiped up, entered the four number password and hit the square tile with the phone icon. It was Daniel King. I hit the voicemail button and listened to the message.

"Hey Nick it's Daniel King. I know Marcus and I are quite a few years older than y'all. However, we're in town this weekend and were wanting to catch up with you. We also have some things for you. Anyways, give me a call when you get this message. Bye." I hung up the phone after deleting the message and turned to Josef.

"Daniel and Marcus are in town. You want me to call him back and have them join us?"

"Like Daniel King, Daniel? Damn, Nikki! Call him back. See if he vants to join us zis evening," Josef said.

I got my phone out again and called Daniel back, "Hello? Is this Nick Coulter?" I heard on the other end.

"Hey Daniel, long time no hear. I got your message and want to hang out. Are you free right now?" I spoke into the mic.

"Are you kidding me, Nick? Marcus and I have been doing nothing since we got to the hotel... And yes! We're staying in a Koopa Suites room. Don't worry." I chuckled as he anticipated my next question.

"So, we were thinking of going to the local bowling alley, Johnston's Lanes. Are you going to join us?"

"Sure, we know the place. We'll meet you there."

"Tell Marcus that Jo and I say 'hi.'"

"Tell him yourself when we see you at the lanes." He hung up the phone.

"Sie kommen. Sie werden uns dort treffen." They're coming. They'll meet us there. I said to Jo.

"Who's meeting us at the lanes?"Santino questioned.

"Some friends I knew from summer. When I went to San Fran. They both graduated from Leland Marcus with a Master's in Political Science and Daniel with a Bachelor's in the same. They're a lot of fun to talk to and understood how I felt towards my father earlier. I still have that message in the back of my mind." The message I was speaking of was the response I got when my father found out about my bisexuality. It was a huge deal to him and, unfortunately, created even more distance between me and my father.

"O Mein Gott! Nikki kannst du das gehen lassen? Es ist ein Jahr gewesen, seit das passiert ist." O my God! Can you let that go? It's been a year since it happened. Said Josef exasperatedly.

"Also, hast du deinen Eltern erzählt? Wie haben sie reagiert?" Well, have you told your parents? How'd they react? I asked knowing full well he wasn't out to them. That's why this discussion bothered him so much.

"Können wir nur zum Bowling gehen? Ich hasse diese Diskussionen. Ich habe geplant, dass ich ihnen während meiner Party erzählen würde." Can we just go bowling. I hate these discussions. I've planned that I would tell them during the party. He looked at me angrily and ran off towards the door.

"Great, Nick! You know how sensitive he is about coming out. Why'd you bring it up?" Gian asked, annoyed.

"I don't know. I'll try and catch him before he gets in the air." I answered. Then, I shouted to Josef, "Warte! Josef, warte! Bitte, entschulige mich!" Wait! Josef, wait! Please forgive me! I ran after him. I got to the door just in time to see his feet leave the ground. I stepped outside and Josef turned and touched down again. "Mein süßer Wölfchen, es tut mir leid, dass ich dich verletzt habe. Ich habe es nicht gemeint. Ich liebe dich. Du weißt, dass ich dich liebe. Warum sollte ich jemals dich verletzen? Bitte, bleib mit uns! Geh mit uns zum Bowling. Es war schlecht, dass ich das Wissen deiner Eltern besprochen habe. Ich weiß, dass du über es besprechen hasst. Es tut mir leid." My sweet Wolfy, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I don't mean it. I love you. You know that I love you. Why would I ever hurt you? Please stay with us. Go bowling with us. It was bad that I discussed the knowledge of your parents. I know that you hate to discuss it. I'm sorry. I pleaded. I started to whine and cry.

"Beruhige dich, bitte! Ich weiß, dass du es nicht gemeint hast. Komm her! Du bist manchmal so hilflos, Nikki. Du bist ein hilfloser Romantischer, aber Ich liebe das." Calm down, please. I know that you didn't mean it. Come here. You're so helpless sometimes, Nikki. You're a helpless romantic, but I love that. He said as he hugged me. As the rest of the group walked outside, Josef gave me a kiss on the top of the head and petted me to help me stop crying.

"I expected you to be crying, Josef. He alright?" Gian asked.

"He'll be fine. He's still got a bit of Dummkopf in him, but he'll be fine." He said. That got a chuckle out of the group.

"Damn dude, you need to stop this." Junior commented, "I don't think you're in a state to drive right now. Josef, you should drive."

"Die Schlüssel?" The keys? He asked me. I handed him the key to the car. Then all of us went out to the parking spot and got in. I just put my head on the window.

Daniel: we're here. Came the text message.

Nick: We're on our way. I did something stupid that delayed our departure. See you in ten minutes.

Daniel: OK. We paid for all of us. Came the reply. I couldn't believe it. They paid for all seven of us.

I was just about to tell the others when I heard a sound that made my stomach drop: Screeching tires. I looked up from my phone just in time to see headlights coming straight at my side of the car. Oh God! Please, no! I thought.