This oneshot was requested by my amazing fan, rapptwin06 sometime ago. The wait is now over! With this chapter, I have now made at least 1 one-shot for every one of the requestable characters in this book so....hooray!!! In celebration, I'm going to try to make this story the best that it can be! I even made some art to go with it up top (the gray one is supposed to be you btw) Whether it achieves that is up to you, but if you like it, remember to leave a vote! Or not, I guess that's okay too.

So:

Oma = Your grandma. The term is German for Grandma, and since the story takes place in Germany, that's the term you'll use. Speaking of that, the story's title means "Handsome stranger" in English, which is a direct reference to the Connie Francis song so...you can go listen to that if you enjoy vintage music. And speaking of vintage music, there is quite a bit of old music incorporated into this, most of it being in German. English translations will be provided in the comments, as well as song titles (when needed), if you feel so inclined to listen along with the story.

Also, at times the reader is referred to as female because the person who requested is female and the majority of readers identify as such. However, I try my best to use gender neutral pronouns.

There are also two lemons (though I didn't denote that in the title because this story is a lot more than that) which you can go ahead and skip if that's not your thing!

Now, without further ado, thank you so much for your support and patience everyone! Let's get this show on the road!

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"Oh stop slouching, Oma's house isn't all that bad. It's just for the summer, not like you were going to do anything different back home. I'm sure you'll find some new friends to run around with it." Your mother fussed from the driver's seat of her Audi 75.

"Yeah but....Oma's house is like....old. I doubt she'll have a VHS player or any cool movies to watch." You protested, "Wolfach is a southern, country town. There won't be any malls, pools, concert halls, roller rinks, pizzerias--no nothing! It'll be lame."

"Hey! I grew up there, you know, and it wasn't that bad." Mama said, "Besides, no pools or malls were the least of our problems...." She trailed off.

Mama turned 16 in 1955. Even though the war was over by the time she was your age, she'd still been alive during the whole of it. Sure, she was only 6 when the war ended, but those types of things affected children much more than people realized.

"Sure it's not that bad, if you like staring at farms and cows all day...." You mumbled, poking at the stitching of the car bench seat.

"Look [Y/N], you can whine and cry all you want but that's not going to change anything! You're going to stay at my mom's house, and that's final! Maybe if you'd started packing when I told you to instead of messing around with those damn friends, you could've brought some movies to watch. You see, that's your problem right there. You're so spoiled and you're never held accountable for your actions...."

You rested your head on the window as you tuned out your mom's rant for the umpteenth time that day. She was always fussing about something. At least in Wolfach you'd have time away from her for a little while.

After driving on the highway for what seemed like forever, your mom turned into what appeared to be a residential area. You traveled down the winding road, passing more buildings and more cars. You finally turned into what seemed to be a neighborhood and continued driving for even longer. You were tempted to ask how much longer till you got there, but you didn't want to set your mom off.

Finally, she pulled over on the right side of the road.

"Alright, here we are: Oma's house." Your mother announced.

Outside of the window, you could see the house had a white and green door with a bright orange roof. It surely wasn't as bad as you were expecting, but you'd wait until seeing the inside of the house before making any sort of judgments.

You hopped out of the car and stretched; just what you needed after the 4 hour drive all the way from Oberhausen. It was comfortably warm outside, unlike in the north. You dragged your suitcase out of the car and firmly slammed the car door shut behind you.

Your mother glared at you. "God [Y/N], you don't have to slam it." She proceeded up the front steps and knocked on the door. You could hear movement in the house before a woman--who you assumed to be your Oma--answered the door. She was a small woman wearing a simple dress. Her fashion sense was pretty good for an old lady.

Your Oma and Mama hugged as mothers and daughters did when they went without seeing each other for a long time. Mama told you Wolfach wasn't "that bad" yet she pretty much ran for the hills when she came of age. You guessed she'd always been a big city girl; village life was much too slow for her.

"...And this must be little [Y/N]! I haven't seen you in forever; you've grown so big!" She exclaimed, as strange relatives often did. Well, at least that's what you thought she said. Her Swabian accent was so....odd you had a bit of a hard time comprehending. Mama had a hint of the same accent, but she'd mostly replaced it with the northern one you were familiar with.

"Come in, come in!" She said, stepping aside.

You walked into the house. Like you expected, all the decor was terribly old-fashioned.

"Sit down, sit down, make yourselves comfortable." She said. You plopped down on the green couch (earning you another glare from your mother). You pulled the black patchwork pillow on the couch into your lap. It smelled as old as the house. Mama and Oma sat on the couch across from you.....and then there was awkward silence.

"So...[Y/N]....how's school?" Oma inquired.

"I'm not in school, it's summer vacation right now." You replied curtly.

"Well, how was school last year?"

"It was...school."

"Are you courting any boys back home?" She asked, as if she was trying to come down to your teen level.

"Courting?" You repeat, sounding more disgusted than you meant to. Mama gave you the look again.

"I mean...no. I wasn't."

"[Y/N], why don't you go upstairs to get settled in your room while Oma and I talk for a bit?" Mama suggested, though you knew it was no suggestion.

You got up off the green couch and proceeded upstairs, careful not to drag your luggage. You had no idea how much those old stairs could take. You were previously told you'd be staying in Mama's childhood bedroom, so you made your way there.

Upon opening the wooden door, you saw a room that looked fairly normal. It was a decent size; not too big, not too small. The bed was a nice size with a white headboard that doubled as storage space. On both sides of the bed, there were nightstands with matching white lamps on them. There was a matching white drawer in one corner of the room. There was a mirror in another part. To pull the whole room together, across the room sat a desk with a pastel pink rotary dial telephone on it. You'd never really seen one of those in real life; you had a modern push-dial at home. You were kind of anxious to try it out and see if it still worked.

You hadn't really expected this when you found out the room was your mom's. It seemed so...normal. You guessed she probably got rid of all the dorky, teen stuff when she moved out.

You went back downstairs to ask your mom about the phone, but she wasn't there. She was gone...with the wind.

Ouch. She could've at least pretended she didn't want to just dump you off on Oma.

"Don't worry, love." Oma told you later while you were lounging around lazily. "I may not have the new Atarki or Space Aliens, but we can still have oodles of fun together! Why, we can visit the record shop, head to the malt shop, see a drive-in movie....I think I might still have one of your mother's poodle skirts!"

You didn't want to say no because Oma seemed so excited to do that stuff. It sounded like the type of thing she might've done with Mama when she was your age. Perhaps Oma was trying to relive her maternal years by pretending you were your mom. Oma and Mama's relationship wasn't the greatest, you guessed she was just trying not to repeat history with her grandchild.

In an attempt to make you feel better, she moved over to the record player and put on some vinyl.

"I may not have any of your new age, electronic music, but the tunes of Schlager are immortal; they'll stand the test of time!" She said.

A lighthearted tune with the sound of maracas shaking in the background began to fill the living room as Oma disappeared into the kitchen to get you some dinner.

"Dort in Copacabana
Da wandern Gedanken
in weite und unbekannte Fernen..."

You lazily watched the vinyl record spin in circles on the player. "Stern von Rio" by Rudi Schuricke, it said. The music wasn't what you were used to, but it wasn't terrible.

As you laid there, you wondered if the whole of summer vacation would be this boring.

~~~

"You poor child," Oma said to you the next day, as she was knitting on the couch, "lying around here, looking like a sad, wilted flower."

You sigh but say nothing; you didn't really know how to respond to that.

"Oh! I just had a great idea: how about you go on a hike in the Black Forest? That's what your mother and I used to do when we were kids; everyone did. We went swimming, built stick forts....just normal kid stuff. We didn't have much so we got on with what we had. You young people could learn a thing or two about that.....always wanting...." She trailed off, mumbling under her breath about how different your generations were.

"Or," she suggested, "You could help me with some chores around the house."

Quickly, you skedaddled outside. It was a nice day out, not too hot nor too cold. You helped Oma lug your mom's old bike out of the cellar below the house.

"So," she panted, out of breath, "What do you think?"

The bike was mostly black, with two large black wheels, silver handlebars and a silver chain wheel. It looked nothing like the bright [fav color] banana seat back you had back home, but it was still in good condition.

"It looks like...a dinosaur." You joked.

Oma waved a dismissive hand at you before hobbling back inside the house to lie down, leaving you outside on your own. Back in Oberhausen, you would've biked over to your best friend's house to see if they were free to hang out. Maybe you'd go to the pool or the arcade. But there was absolutely nothing to do in Wolfach! The nearest swimming pools were in the next town over and even though there was an arcade in town, pinball just wasn't the same when you were by yourself; you always went to the arcade with a friend.

The big bike took you some time to get used to but once you got the hang of it, it was smooth sailing from there. You breezed through the large neighborhoods, each house identical to the house before. You even saw a few other kids outside riding their bikes, but they were going to fast for you to say hello. Eventually, you looped back around to Oma's house, where you started.

You still didn't want to do chores, so you decided to continue on in a new direction. You passed a children's park and turned into a path that led into the nearby woods. It was quite literally an uphill battle, but if you did this everyday, at least you'd have a nice ass by the end of the summer. After hiking for who knew how long, you paused to take a breath. You looked around, taking in your surroundings.

You were in the deep woods now. Well, not exactly, you were still on the man-made path and there was some sort of cell tower nearby.

But aside from that, you were surrounded by the tallest trees you'd ever seen in your life. You inhaled deeply, breathing in the natural, earthy smells of the forest. Curiously, you walked over to the tower located on the cliff. From there, you could see the entire village down below and the rolling mountains covered in forest beyond. It was all so beautiful and calming, you'd thought Oma was just hyping it up.

You sat down in the dirt with no desire to leave. You decided to pretend to be a forest girl and that the forest was your home. You gathered some sticks to make yourself a little hut to sleep in. It was hard to get them to stay up at first, but after a few tries you found balance.

You spent the day decorating your hut and making dirt pies for your make-believe dinner. You were concentrating so hard you didn't even notice the sun slowly sinking into the sky.

When you looked up, you were surrounded by the dark night. You remained still, listening to the sound of your own hitched breath and crickets chirping somewhere nearby.

"Dort in Copacabana
da wandern Gedanken
in weite und unbekannte Fernen..."

Stern von Rio, you realized silently. You didn't know who or where it was coming from, but you knew that if this person was out at this hour (whatever hour it was), he had to know the way back to town.

You picked up your bike and turned the light on. As you walked it next you, the motion of the wheels generated the power that illuminated your path.

"...auf irgendein Abenteuer.
Wenn die grüne Hölle lockt.
dann kommen alle
Mann für Mann:
reiten
kämpfen
nie erliegen
darauf kommt's im Leben an!
Abends dann am Lagerfeuer
träumen sie vom Glück der Welt..."

You let the stranger's beautiful voice lead you and the light of your bike guide you. You could now hear the splish-splash-splooshing of water nearby.

"...Stern von Rio
du könntest mein Schicksal sein
wann leuchtet dein Zauberschein
nur mir allein?..."

You stopped where the sound was closest and peered through the trees.

You could see him now, even without the bicycle light because the light of the moon illuminated his figure just enough so you could tell he was there. It seemed as if he had brown skin and blue hair, but you couldn't really tell. The upper half of his body was naked but you assumed he was just wearing a bathing suit because he was in the natural spring. By the sound of it, the man had not yet noticed you.

"...du kennst das Geheimnis der
ewigen Liebe.
Stern von Rio
du könntest mein Schicksal sein

wann leuchtet dein Zauberschein
nur mir allein?"

You silently waited for a few seconds to see if he'd keep singing, before you began clapping for his performance.

You'd never seen anyone whip their head around in your direction so fast. He started screaming and you screamed in response. Honestly, you weren't even scared, it was just fun to be loud for no reason.

Eventually, he quieted down and shushed you.

"You're disturbing the forest." He whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

"Well, you started it." You replied.

He didn't respond, either because he knew you were right or he just didn't know what to say. He looked around a bit, listening to the sounds of the silence. But other than that, you just kept staring at each other. You moved your bicycle forward, shedding a little light on the situation.

His eyes flashed green before he could put his hand up to shield them. You could see his brown skin and blue hair more clearly now. He was fairly fit; you could see his abs were adequately defined and that his arms were strong.

"Who...are you?" You breathed.

"I'm...not at liberty to say." He replied.

He began to lift himself out of the spring and you quickly turned away, afraid you were wrong about him wearing a bathing suit.

When you cautiously looked back, he was gone.

***

You eventually found your way back--with no help from him. Oma was mad but she was worried too, and just glad you'd made it home safely. After a wonderfully warm bath, the two of you sat down at the dining table to eat dinner.

She made each of you a nice portion of Käsespätzle. You'd never eaten it before but you were much too hungry to refuse after all the exploring you'd done that day. And speaking of exploring...

"Oma, I saw someone today."

"...What kind of someone?" She asked, wondering why you felt the need to report such news.

"He was in some sort of spring in the forest. He had blue hair and, er, brown skin...a-and his eyes flashed green when I shined my bike light at him. And he had such a beautiful voice...he was singing that song you played on the record player, 'Stern von Rio'." You explained, taking a bite of your noodles.

She thought for a moment. "I'd definitely know if there was [a/another] Black family living anywhere around here; Wolfach's as White as snow."

"Are there any families that live in the Black Forest?" You asked.

She looked at you strangely. "You...didn't happen to consume any strange looking mushrooms in the forest, did you? Maybe we should get you to the hospital--"

"No!" You blurted before quickly correcting yourself. "I mean, no ma'am."

The answer seemed to satisfy her, so she continued, "As for any families in the Black Forest hmm....not that I know of, but that doesn't mean there's none there. You know, there's a lot of folklore surrounding that forest, with its dark canopies that block out most of the sun. You could've seen a water nymph--"

"What's that?"

"They're interesting creatures that usually live in areas uninhabited by humans, but sometimes lone travelers outside of a village--which I suppose you were today--can encounter them. Sometimes they play music and travelers spy on them dancing or bathing in a stream or pool, either during noon or midnight. They can be quite dangerous. But then again....nymphs are usually female, so you could've just witnessed The King of The Mummelsee."

"The heck is that?"

"According to the legend, he was a king who dragged women down to his kingdom beneath the lake many years ago. But the king is only present in The Mummelsee, and I doubt you were way out there. And then again, he could just be some naughty teenage boy out past his curfew. I wasn't there, I don't know what you saw." Oma said.

"But one thing I do know is this: stay away from strange men or creatures you see in the forest. Nasty faeries use will-o'-the-wisp to lure unsuspecting victims away, I don't want you caught up in all that nonsense, [Y/N]. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Oma." You groaned.

Of course, you finally find something interesting to do, and she tells you not to do it. Typical grown-up.

~~~

Of course, you go back the next day. Oma's warning only heightened your curiosity. You were sure it wasn't anything scary or dangerous, you just wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery.

After a bit of searching, you stumbled upon the spring once more, but he was not there. You looked around, your [eye clr] eyes scanning the clearing.

"Hello?" You called out. Your voice echoed through the trees but you received no answer. That was fine, it wasn't nighttime yet, anyway. You'd just stay put and wait for him to come.

So you waited....and waited....and waited....and waited....and waited. You watched as the sun sank deeper into the sky. The pinks and oranges of the sunset were soon replaced with deep purples and blacks of the night.

But still, he did not come.

"Hello! Strange man?! Are you there?" You shouted, but yet again, there was no reply.

Angrily, you kicked a nearby tree. A whole entire day--wasted! Perhaps Oma could've been on the right track or maybe you'd just imagined him or something. But why? Maybe you'd scared him.

It was all so strange and eerily unsettling. Now you had even more questions, but you were unsure if you were ready to have them answered.

After turning on your bike light, you scanned the clearing one more time before furiously heading home.

The next day, you were at a loss for what to do. Without the mysterious boy, you were back to square one for ideas on how to spend the summer. Then you decided it might be nice to go swimming in that spring you found. It was nice and secluded, and if you were lucky, you might catch a glimpse of the boy today. You unpacked your bathing suit and put it on. It was getting a little tight (either because of growth spurts or grandma's meals, but you chose to believe the former) but it was still wearable. You packed a bag with a towel, sunscreen, water, snacks and anything else you might need before securing it on the rear rack of your mother's bike.

You biked your way up the mountain as you'd done the days before, making your way to your secret little spring. You scanned the place eagerly, but you saw no sign of him.

The water of the spring looked relatively clean and brilliantly blue; just what you needed to cool off on a hot day.

You were feeling particularly adventurous so you stepped back a few paces and took off in a run. As you prepared to jump into the water, you realized how stupid your idea was but it was way too late now. You cannonballed into the water with a big splash.

And there he was, hiding in one of the caves. Out of a fear and surprise, the two of you screamed, releasing the mouthfuls of air you'd been holding. He swam for the surface much quicker than you could. By the time you'd resurfaced to gasp for air, he was already pulling himself out of the water.

"Wait!" You shouted in between coughs and breaths. But he did not wait.

You hoisted your body out of the water and gave chase. Miraculously, you caught up to him and you crashed into him, pinning him down on the warm grass. His face contorted in discomfort as he writhed in pain.

You smiled in disbelief. "You are real..." You gasped, squeezing his bicep just to be sure. You could clearly see him now: blue hair, brown skin, and dark eyes.

"AHAHA I'M NOT CRAZY! TAKE THAT, OMA!" You screamed triumphantly, your obnoxiously loud voice echoing through the mountains. When you looked back down at the boy, he was staring at you as if he didn't quite believe that. He considered throwing you off, but if he accidentally killed you, that would cause too many problems.

Abruptly, he shoved you off and tried to slowly retreat into the forest on all fours.

"Please stay...please...I just want to talk to you." You told him.

He silently stopped his escape, for now. You looked him over again. He was wearing blue high-waisted swim briefs with white piping on the sides, an unusual choice compared to what the boys wore back home. His fashion choice felt more revealing but at the same time less so (probably because it exposed the leg but hid the V-line, the opposite of what the boys back home wore). But god damn, he had quite a bod.
You didn't want to let your eyes focus on one particular feature too long, you didn't want to make him too nervous.

When you were done checking him out, you finally asked, "Who are you?"

He didn't respond.

"I just wanted to say that...I think you're a really good singer...." You complimented him.

"Thanks." He replied awkwardly.

Then there was even more awkward silence. You were surprised he hadn't just ran off by now.

"I-I came by yesterday to see you but....you weren't here...." You said, trying to make conversation. But he said nothing, he just silently stared into your soul.

You threw your hands up in frustration. "Look, I can't be the only one carrying this conversation! I know I'm the new kid, but I don't bite. No one seems to know who you are so...I thought you might be a new kid too."

"Where are you from? Your accent isn't like the other southerners' around here."

"Hamburg--up north."

"Wow, you're from way up north! I'm from Oberhausen which is...not so far north. I'm staying with my Oma for the summer. What about you? What brings you to this dump?"

"I live here." He replied.

"Oh! Erm...where is 'here'? Like, do you live in town or on the mountain?"

"Why would I tell you that information?"

"Oh." You replied, your cheeks burning.

His serious eyes narrowed. "Why do you keep coming here, anyway?" He barked, "Tourists aren't supposed to leave the path."

"I keep coming here because I want to see you." You repeated, certain you'd just told him that.

His hard expression softened. "...Why?"

"Well...I wanted to get to know you better."

"Why?"

You shrugged. "Why not?"

In the distance, the both of you heard a howl bellow from somewhere in the forest. The strange boy turned in the direction of the howl, as if the calling meant something to him.

He turned to you. "You should leave and never come back. You should have plenty of pools in your little village, you don't need to keep coming to this one."

You stomped your foot in agitation. "Why? You don't own the forest! It's for everyone to enjoy!"

"Because I said so, that's why."

Who the hell did this chump think he was? "Fine, I will. We can hang out in 'my little village', anyway; no need to stay here."

"What?! I never agreed to that!"

"Well if you can't leave the forest, I'll just have to keep coming here to see you then." You told him.

He shook his head and growled something under his breath. He quickly glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before disappearing into the vegetation in nothing but the swim briefs he came in. You wondered where he lived and you wondered if you should have followed him. You decided against it; he was already mad at you.

Welp, at least you had the spring all to yourself.

****

"RISE AND SHINE, [Y/N]!" You heard Oma shout. You groaned loudly, hoping she would take the hint and buzz off. It was summer vacation, you didn't have to wake up early anymore.

But she wasn't taking no for an answer. She yanked the covers off of the bed, exposing your body to the cold morning air.

You picked up the stupid alarm clock. "It's only 8 am, why are you harassing me?!"

"Harassing you? Girl, I am not harassing you! It's Sunday, and that means we're going to church."

"Church?"

"Yes, church. I know your Mama probably hasn't been taking you to church. City folk don't appreciate good family values like going to celebrate in the Lord's house on his day..."

You stood there in the middle of the room, shivering in nothing but your undergarments, wondering what going to church had to do with "good family values", whatever that meant.

"You need more Jesus in you, anyway. I know you've probably been going to meet that boy even though I told you not to. Why are you kids so hard-headed these days?"

"Actually Oma, you told me to stay away from strange men and creatures I found in the forest. But he isn't a creature and he isn't strange. He's just....mysterious...." You trailed off quietly.

"Sweetheart, the devil doesn't look like the devil when he's trying to lure you in. That's why we're going to church, so the minister can put the blood of Jesus on you and protect you from this nonsense!" Oma exclaimed.

You could see that there was no use arguing with her. Reluctantly, you grabbed a pair of Levi's from your suitcase.

"You can't wear those!" Oma chided, "You're going in the house of the Lord, [Y/N]. You've got to dress like a young lady, not like a biker."

"But everyone wears jeans nowadays, not just bikers. Besides, I didn't pack any other kinds of pants in my suitcase." You informed her.

"It's no problem, I'd assumed that was the case--kids these days don't know how to dress. You slap on some jeans, a T-shirt, and some tennis shoes and you think that's the height of fashion! Oh no baby, I've got some of your mother's clothes here that would look charming on you!" Oma told you as she moved over the closet. She pulled out an outfit she'd put together previously and laid it out on your bed.

"You've got about an hour to get ready, so hurry up and don't dilly dally if you want time to eat your breakfast! We're having Kartoffelpuffer with bacon and fried eggs!"

The promise of food was the only motivation you needed to finally get moving.

You had a bit of trouble figuring out how to put on the old-fashioned, out-dated garments, but Oma was happy to help you out. Almost too happy, even. Possibly because everything you were wearing (except for your bra and panties) was previously owned by your mother, and seeing you in them brought back the memories of when Mama was a teenager, of when they were still close.

When you were finally dressed, you gawked at yourself in the mirror. She'd forced you into your mother's old plaid yellow shirtwaist dress with a black bow hanging from under a white peter pan collar. Under the dress, you were wearing multiple skirts she called "crinolines", to give the skirt lots of volume. The crinolines were uncomfortable and scratchy at first, but after she had you put on your mother's old sarong girdle and stockings, you were surprisingly more comfortable. The outfit was practically alien compared to your usual Levi's and graphic T-shirts. But...you had to admit you didn't look half bad as you twisted your hips, watching the dress swish around your legs. Your waist had never looked so snatched!

As Oma watched you walk downstairs, she clutched her chest.

"Oma, what's wrong?" You asked her, worried it was finally her time.

"Nothing, baby. It's just...well...you look like a real lady. Girls your age never dress this cute anymore. I have to snap a picture for your mother!" She exclaimed, picking up your white Polaroid Land Camera Supercolor 1000. Your parents bought the cool white camera with the rainbow stripe for you before the trip so you could take plenty of pictures to show your friends. After she took the photo (you had to show her how of course, because old people don't know anything about modern technology). As you put the film in a safe place so it could develop, you got the idea to photograph the strange boy with your camera. You'd wished you'd thought of it before, as you'd probably never see him again.

But there was no time to dwell on that now. After your delicious breakfast, you put on your mother's old yellow heels and followed Oma to the car. As you'd expected, the church service was long and dull. You'd never really liked sitting down for long periods of time, and church was no exception. When you finally returned home after the service, you were eager to switch out your mother's heels for your worn-out sneakers so you could visit the Spring, but unfortunately, Oma had other plans.

She ordered that you stay home and help her out with household chores. You wanted to scream, but you felt that if you did, she may make doing chores an everyday thing. Hopefully she'd leave you alone tomorrow while she did whatever it was old people did all day. Perhaps, in reality, this was for the best. The boy seemed very adamant about you leaving him alone, but for some reason you really didn't want to.

Perhaps Oma was right, you really did need Jesus.

°°°

The next day, Oma left you alone to go do old lady stuff with her old lady friends after making you some breakfast. You put on a [fav color] T-shirt with white borders around the neck and sleeves, matching athletic shorts with white piping, and your matching Adidas Athens. You remembered to grab your Polaroid camera before heading out the door. You didn't really have anywhere else to go, so you decided to head back to the Spring. Maybe the boy changed his mind, and if not, you guessed you'd finally respect his wishes and leave him alone.

You made your way up the mountain on your mom's bike (you checked in the mirror and you were pretty sure your legs and butt were toning up already) and rode through the forest. You'd done it so many times it was muscle memory at this point.

Miraculously, the boy was there, idly sitting on a tree stump. His blue hair was precisely styled in a jelly roll that looked like it took him an hour and two bottles of hair gel to create. Underneath a bright red varsity jacket, he wore a grayish blue button down shirt tucked into a pair of cuffed Levi's blue jeans, and black and white high top Converses. You realized this was the first time you'd seen him in more than a Speedo. Quickly, you took a candid shot of him with your camera. He turned to you, the flash catching his attention.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." You said, slowly making your way over to him. "You looked like a model, so I thought I'd take a photo of you. I'll show you in a few seconds, I have to wait for it to develop."

"Oh, okay." He replied. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he admitted, "I came by yesterday, but you weren't here."

You stifled your grin, trying not to make your elation so blatantly obvious. "Aww, I can't believe you waited for me."

"It's nothing like that, it's just that you said you'd keep coming, but you didn't come."

"Yeah well, my Oma made me go to church with her yesterday, and after that she made me do chores so I couldn't go outside. It was pretty boring, but thankfully she left me alone today. But...I'm here now, so we might as well hang out. Since you said you didn't want me to come back to the Spring, I thought we could hang out at one of the arcades in town." You suggested.

"What is an arcade?" He asked.

You were taken aback by his ignorance, but you explained it to him anyway. "An arcade is, like, a place where you go to play video games."

"What's a video game?"

"Geez, do you live under a rock? A video game is...well...it's a game that you play electronically. If that still doesn't make sense, you'll see what I'm talking about when we get to the arcade."

"Do you...have a bike? The arcade's kinda far away."

He disappeared into the bushes. A few seconds later, he returned with his bike. It looked like your mom's, but with larger, white wheels, a much higher top tube, black handlebar grips instead of white, and no intricate design on the spokes of the rear wheel.

"Cool." You commented, "You ready to go?"

"Ready, as I'll ever be, I guess." He replied.

You started pedaling and he followed behind you. It didn't take long for the two of you to venture out of the forest and into the city.

"That's my Oma's house right there!" You pointed out to him as you rode by. As you traveled down the long, winding roads, you noticed people staring at the two of you. Well, they were probably staring more at him than at you, whether it was because of his odd outfit choices or his skin color, or perhaps both. Either way, their judging eyes made you uncomfortable, but you tried your best to ignore them.

"Maybe we could go there some time, Oma said they have good fries." You suggested as you passed a local restaurant. The boy didn't respond; you doubted he was really even listening to you. He was too busy intensely taking in all the scenery of the city. You didn't know why though, Wolfach was so lame.

Finally, you arrived at the arcade. When you entered, the faint smell of cigarette smoke filled your nostrils. The place was moderately crowded and not as big as the one back in Oberhausen. It was dark and somewhat noisy with all the kids yelling and the video games on permanent demo mode.

"So...whaddya think? Amazing, right?" You ask him. He shrugged.

"Yeah, you're right. I've been to way better arcades back home with my friends." You sighed. "But I guess we just have to make do with what we have."

You scan the room, searching for an easy game to play as it was the boy's first time. A flash of bright yellow caught your eye. You gestured for him to follow you to an arcade cabinet at the back of the room.

"Pong?" He read the black letters printed on the yellow bezel. The only controls were two metal knobs.

He poked the screen. "This just looks like a TV in a box. How is it playing itself? What is this witchcraft?"

You giggled. "That's exactly what it is, the TV in a box thing, I mean. It's playing itself using the magic of technology!" You answered, making a rainbow gesture with your hands, "People want to see what they're getting themselves into before they spend their money, so the game usually has a demo always playing on repeat."

"...You pay money for this thing? What's even the point of it?"

"It's fun, I'll show you! After I put my coin in the machine, you have to move the knob labeled 'Player 2' to move the little white bar up and down so you can pass the ball back to me. Are you ready?"

He shrugged.

"Ok, first one to 15 points wins!" You exclaimed as you shoved your Mark into the coin slot.

The ball appeared in the middle of the screen and made a bee-line for the bottom-right corner of his screen. He didn't get to it quick enough, and the ball bounced off-screen, giving you a point.

"Why do you get a point? You didn't even do anything."

"Well, technically you didn't do anything either. If you did, you would've gotten the point." You retorted.

He gave a subtle smirk."Fair enough."

Soon, the ball regenerated, starting a new game. He quickly got the hang of the game (though it was fairly simple and straightforward) and blossomed into a formidable opponent. Even so, you won the game 2 out of 3.

He poked the screen with his index finger. "This game....is rigged."

"What do you mean?"

"The stupid game kept making the ball go to my side first."

"Yeah, it was doing that because you kept missing it. If you score a point, it'll do the same thing to your opponent until they score a point."

"Well...it's still rigged."

You grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him across the room.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!"

"SPACE INVADERS! They have the new Space Invaders game! I can't believe this crusty, dusty old place has it!" You exclaimed, jumping around.

"Have you played it before? Because you're already good at invading people's space." He said, brushing off his jacket.

"Sorry," You apologized, "It's just, this is a new game so I assumed there'd be a long line. I saw no one was playing it so I had to get here first!"

You shoved your coins into the arcade machine and selected the white "2 player" button. You immediately began pressing buttons, trying to shoot the space invaders before they could destroy your base.

"Is that game making that noise?" He asked.

"Yeah, pretty cool, right?" You replied, keeping your [eye clr] eyes glued to the screen.

An intense silence formed between you as the two of you remained focused on the game.

"Get that orange one there!" He instructed, pointing out one of the little invaders at the top of the screen. You promptly shot it, scoring 50 points.

"You know you're not supposed to help me, right? We're supposed to be playing against each other." You informed him.

"Oh. Sorry."

As you continued to shoot the enemies, they began moving closer and closer faster and faster. When there was only one fucker left, he skittered across the screen as if his little life depended on it.

"Shoot it!" The boy panicked.

"What does it look like I'm trying to do!?" You retorted, repeatedly mashing the fire button.

When you finally shot him, a sense of collective relief washed over the two of you. You began chuckling to yourself, as you both were getting so worked up over a little game. You continued playing and advancing through the game until you died with a score of 3,090.

"Ha! Beat that! Loser buys us snacks." You challenged him.

"Fine." He replied, moving in front of the machine. He began playing as you had been only a few moments before. Despite his best effort, he died with a score of 2,400.

"I'm on a roll today!" You announced, doing a (probably lame) victory dance.

"Anyways, you did pretty good, you nearly beat me! But...you still lost! So you're buyin', Mr.!" You said.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Wow, 12 o'clock, already? I guess we'll make it lunch then."

The two of you were seated at a nice-sized table near a window in Restaurant Hüttenklause, the restaurant you'd seen earlier. The waiter gave you your menus before leaving you to make your decisions in peace.

You'd never been at a real restaurant with anyone other than your parents. Did that make this a date? You'd never been on a date before either. You wondered how many dates he'd been on. Had he ever had a girlfriend? Did he have one now? You wondered why any of it mattered to you, you didn't even know the boy's name. You examined the menu. It was a real fancy restaurant menu, you didn't think this was that type of place, you thought it was just a cute little cafe. There were other adult couples there, staring at the two of you. Some with curiosity, others with disapproval. The boy didn't seem to notice, as his dark eyes remained glued to the menu. You wondered if he'd brought enough money. All the choices seemed pretty expensive.

"Hey, I think we should go." You whispered.

"Why?"

"Well...um...I don't really eat any of this fancy grown up food, do you?" You said, not wanting to accuse him of being poor.

"No, I don't even know what the hell half of this stuff is." He admitted, earning a small chuckle from you.

The two of you got up to leave, the eyes of all the patrons burning holes in your backs. A little ways down the road, the two of you stumbled upon a snack shack. As far as food, there were only 3 options: Bratwurst, currywurst, and French fries. He ordered the currywurst and French fries and you ordered [bratwurst and fries /currywurst and fries/ just French fries]. To wash it down, he ordered a Coke and you got a [fav beverage]. You settled down at one of the picnic tables nearby.

This was more your speed. Simple, fast food and less people, which meant less staring.

The boy ate one of his sausage bites. He chewed for a while, taking in the flavors of the sweet sauce and the savory sausage.

"God, that's good." He mumbled to himself before quickly devouring the rest of the sausage as if he hadn't eaten in days. When he finished his meat massacre, the French fries became his next victims. You wanted to start a conversation, but you were unsure of what to ask.

"Do you...come here often?" You asked.

"No. I've never been here before."

"Oh. Do you come to town often?"

"No. This is my first time."

"Why?"

He shrugged before taking a swig of his soda.

"So...you just stay in the forest all the time?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Why?"

"Because everywhere else is overrun with people, and I don't like people."

"Does that include me, too? I'm a person."

He shrugged. You guess you didn't really blame him, you probably wouldn't like people either if they were always staring at you.

"Well....what do you do all day in the forest?"

"Swim, hike, climb trees, explore. You know, forest things."

"Why do you live in the forest?"

"What kind of question is that?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Look, I'm trying to start a conversation here dude, but you're not giving me much to work with!"

"Sorry. I'm not used to having conversations."

"So...you live alone?"

"No."

"Do you have parents?"

"Uh..."

"Do you have older siblings?"

"Maybe, I don't know, something like that. Why are you asking me so many questions?"

"Asking questions is what normal people do when they're trying to get to know people better."

"Right, sorry....why are you trying to get to know me better, again?"

"Why not? I have nothing else to do."

"Well I'm pretty boring, there's not a lot to know."

"I'll be the judge of that." You asserted. Your answer seemed to satisfy him, for he didn't say anything more.

"...You have a beautiful singing voice, I don't think that's very boring. Where did you learn to sing like that?"

He shrugged. "I dunno know, I was just born with it, I guess."

"Do you like to sing?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because it's fun."

"What a riveting response~!" You replied sarcastically.

"What else do you want me to say?" He chuckled.

"I dunno, something like: I like to sing because my dead grandpa used to be a singer in a choir and he told me to never stop singing or some other cheesy shit like that." You said.

"Well, I actually used to be a choirboy."

"Oh, really? Back in Hamburg, right? I didn't see you at the service yesterday."

"Sure. Singing made the Mass much more bearable, because I wasn't just sitting there listening to the priest drone on....and on...and on....and on..and on--"

"'Kay, I think I get it." You giggled.

He smirked. "I actually got to do something during the service, something fun."

"Well, even though you're a Catholic, I'm sure the minister would let you join their choir--"

"I'm not a Catholic."

"But you just said--"

"I said, I used to be a choirboy. I don't do churches anymore."

"Why?"

He simply shook his head slowly, as if you were supposed to understand what the hell that meant.

He stood. "We should get going."

"Where?" You asked, a little worried he was going home so soon.

He shrugged. "Anywhere."

"Oh." You replied. "Yeah, I'm starting to feel a little chilly, moving around should warm me up."

Unexpectedly, he removed his bright red varsity jacket. He gave it to you, not really giving you the chance to decline.

"You can wear it....if you're cold."

You weren't that cold, but you didn't want to refuse the jacket, as that might hurt his feelings. You still didn't really know what you were dealing with when it came to him.

You slipped it on. It was big on you, but still warm.

"Thank you...." You replied.

"It's fine." He said, picking up his bike and wheeling it beside him as he walked away.

"H-Hey, wait for me!" You exclaimed as you scrambled to throw away your trash and follow him.

You walked the quiet streets alongside each other. Both of you remained silent, aside from the boy's quiet humming. It wasn't really an awkward silence this time, but more of a mutual silence, where you didn't need meaningless words to enjoy each other's company.

Eventually, the two of you ended up in front of your house.

"Goodbye." He said, mounting his bike.

"WAIT! You...still haven't told me your name." You reminded him.

"You haven't told me yours either."

"Oh. I'm [Y/N]."

"Mmm...[Y/N]..." He muttered to himself.

"Well? Now you gotta tell me yours!"

He paused, looking as if he was deciding whether or not to finally tell you.

Finally, he replied. "You can call me Lodewijk."

As you watched him ride away on his bicycle, you felt warm and fuzzy, and not just because you were wearing his jacket.

His jacket! You forgot to give it back! He was too far away now, you guessed you would just give it back later.

You turned and skipped into the house. You could hear Oma's record player blaring her old people music again. You recognized the familiar tune as "Schöner Fremder Mann" by Connie Francis.

"Oma, I'm home!" You declared, kicking off your shoes. You skipped into the kitchen where you could smell she was cooking up something great.

"Well, you sure sound like you're in a good mood~!" She chirped as she pulled something out of the oven. She wiped the sweat off her wrinkly forehead with the back of her hand before turning to face you.

Her eyes immediately fell to the jacket. You guessed you couldn't blame her, it was bright red. "Where did you get that?"

"Oh, this old thing?" You replied, trying to play it cool, "Just a little something I got from the forest boy. He let me borrow it."

"Oh really?" Oma replied, raising her eyebrows, "Already giving you his jacket and you don't even know his name."

"Actually I do know his name, it's Lodewijk." You reported matter-of-factly.

"Lodewijk? Is his family from the Netherlands?"

"I...don't know. He doesn't really talk about his family. He doesn't really like to talk about himself for that matter."

"And that doesn't alarm you?"

"No. Some people are just quieter than others, that's all. I kinda like it actually. Back home people are always talking over me, but Lodewijk never does that."

Oma put her hands on her hips. "Hmm...I think I'd like to meet this boy."

"Wait, what?"

"Yes. I'd like to meet the boy my grandbaby's been spending so much time with. He seems like a gentleman, but he could just be trying to move things along to get what he really wants, you know how men are. I'm your guardian, and as your guardian I need to keep tabs on who you spend time with. That way, if you go missing, I know exactly who to send the authorities after!"

"Oma, chill. I'm not going to go--"

She shushed you. "Don't say it, or it will surely happen."

"Okay well....what if he doesn't want to see you?"

"Well then you won't see him. Refusing my invitation would be very disrespectful, and I don't want you hanging around a boy who doesn't know how to show respect. Besides, why wouldn't he come if he wasn't hiding something?"

"I...guess you're right..." You trailed off.

"I know I'm right. Now go change out of those nasty clothes and take a shower. Dinner will be ready soon enough."

When Lodewijk reached his destination somewhere far off in a remote part of the mountain, he'd hope he'd come home to an empty house. Unfortunately, he could already tell from the familiar scent coming from inside that he wasn't alone. If he were lucky, he could slip by quickly and head straight to the safety of his bedroom.

He slowly pushed open the wooden door.

"You're home early."

He sighed internally. "Why are you still here, Kooky?"

"I got lucky today," He replied, stabbing his needle through the fabric of his shirt, "there was this tourist aimlessly wandering around the forest. They were very lost....very trusting...that was their biggest mistake. In the meantime, I thought I'd do a little laundry, a little mending....." He paused, using his teeth to cut the thread after finishing his stitch.

He finally turned to look at Lodewijk standing there in the kitchen. "Where is your jacket?"

Oh shit. He'd forgotten all about it. What was he supposed to say? Certainly not the truth.

"I....lost it."

"Lost it? I don't know how that would be possible, how could you lose something so bright red in a forest full of contrasting green?"

"I probably threw it in some bush or something when I took it off by the Spring. If it's in a bush nobody should mess with it, I'll go back for it tomorrow." Lodewijk assured him.

"You really should take better care of your things. Money doesn't grow on trees, Karl."

"Don't call me that."

"Honestly, I can't keep up with all these name changes. You were Karl and then you were Lewdwig and now your Lodewijk--"

"I didn't start calling myself Lewdwig, you gave me that name."

Kooky rolled his eyes at him. "Whatever. Just go upstairs and wash up. The food should be ready any minute now."

After his shower, Lodewijk laid on the floor in the middle of the room in nothing but the bath towel around his waist.

[Y/N]....he didn't believe he knew anyone else with that name. Though to be fair, he didn't know many people.

He didn't really know how he felt about you. You seemed nice enough, but your attention still caught him off guard. What did you want from him? As far as you knew, he didn't have anything. Could it be...his body? No...girls weren't like that.

He stood and started to put lotion on himself so he wouldn't be ashy. He just really couldn't understand it. Your behavior was so...illogical. You see a stranger in the woods and you just attach yourself to them? Hadn't you ever heard of stranger danger?

Or....it could be that they're just a nice kid who wants to get to know you better, he heard Marilyn Monroe say from his pin up poster of her on the wall.

"Well why the heck would they want to do that?"

Who knows? Why does anyone do anything these days?, Another pin-up girl yawned. The woman's photo was part of a magazine of more risqué photos he kept hidden from Kooky for his own viewing pleasure. The woman in the photo wasn't famous like Marilyn Monroe or anything, so he dubbed her Angelika, for a beautiful girl deserved a beautiful name like that. He closed the magazine and put it away for safekeeping.

He thought you were a beautiful girl too, and his friend downstairs must've agreed for he was still roaring and ready to go after seeing you in those hot shorts.

"Nah bud, chill. It's just a false alarm." He told it, as if it had ears. It hardly mattered, for Lodewijk had gotten in the habit of talking to anything and everything to compensate for his loneliness. He'd even imagine that they talked back. He could let the erection go away on its own, but since he was already here....

He massaged his hard shaft with his moist hand. He made sure to keep his hand over his mouth in order to muffle his moans of content. He rubbed faster and it didn't take long for him to climax. He cleaned up the mess with some tissues and finally began getting dressed.

As he finished, Kooky called him downstairs for dinner.

•••

"So....my Oma wants you to come over for tea at noon."

"I don't like tea." He told you bluntly. He drew more circles in the dirt of the playground with a long stick he found.

"You wouldn't have to drink tea."

"Well I don't like grandparents or parents..or adults for that matter."

"Why not?"

"Because they're annoying. Always telling you what to do and thinking they're always right just because they happen to be older than you." Lodewijk replied, kicking the dirt.

"Well, I can't really disagree with you there. But Oma says if you don't come over we can't see each other anymore..."

"Why would she make a silly rule like that?"

"She said she wants to talk to you so she can keep tabs on the people I hang out with or something like that. It's not entirely silly, I get where she's coming from. She's just tryna look out for me." You said.

Lodewijk quietly watched his shoe kick the dirt on the playground, making the dirty white soles of his Converses even dirtier.

"What's wrong? She won't bite, if that's what you're worried about. And if you're worried about being alone with her, I'll be there too so it won't be as awkward."

"...What do I say? Do I just lie and tell her what she'd want to hear?"

"Why would you have to lie?"

Lodewijk shrugged his shoulders. "If I tell her the truth she might not like it."

You were a little concerned that Lodewijk felt like he'd have to lie to your Oma to get her to like him. You began to wonder how much he'd lied to you.

"Just tell the truth. If you tell a lie, you'll have to back it up with more lies and the whole thing will spiral out of control. I think Oma will appreciate your authenticity, no matter what you say."

Yeah right, that's what they all say, Lodewijk thought.

Around noon, the two of you biked back to your house. You realized this would be the first time Lodewijk visited your house. You wondered what his house looked like.

When you pushed open the door, the two of you were bombarded by the smell of Oma's cooking.

"[Y/N]," He whispered, inhaling deeply, "your house smells like....fried old people."

You snorted. "The fuck--"

"[Y/N], is that you?" Oma asked sweetly.

"Yes." You wanted to ask who the heck else would it be, but that would be disrespectful.

"I trust you've brought your friend alo--oh, oh." Oma said, pausing when she came out of the kitchen. You weren't exactly sure what caused such a reaction, but she was staring a little too long. It was kind of embarrassing. Lodewijk was also mildly uncomfortable. Was there something he was supposed to say? Should he smile? Give a hand shake?

"Uh...yeah. You told me to bring him over for lunch." You reminded her, snapping her out of her trance.

"Oh yes, I remember. And you've brought along a very handsome young man at that~!" She said, grabbing Lodewijk's cheek with her left hand and subtly squeezing his bare bicep with the other, all while invading his personal bubble.

The both of you quickly washed your hands before sitting down with Oma at the dining table. She'd served a nice lunch of Schnitzel and french fries. You swore you had leftovers from the night before, but Oma hardly got any guests. You guessed she was trying to leave a good impression on the guest as well. You weren't sure how well it was working though, for Lodewijk was just sitting there, staring at his plate of food. By the quiet sound of his tummy rumbles, you could tell he was hungry, but he wouldn't eat.

"Is something wrong?" Oma asked him.

He swallowed. "Erm...no..."

"Then why aren't you eating?"

"Um...well...I've been told not to eat food from strangers."

"You'll be fine, dear. We're eating it too, so it's not like anything could've been done to it."

You could tell he still wasn't convinced, so you ate a bit of food from his plate. "See, it's just fine." You said.

He guessed that was good enough evidence, so he began to eat. After a few minutes of somewhat awkward silence, Oma spoke again.

"I'm just gonna get straight to the point here: what are your intentions for my grandbaby?" She asked seriously.

He thought about it for a moment as he chewed his mouth full of food. He swallowed before answering, "I...don't really have any. Wherever...whatever this is goes, that's just where it'll go."

"Mmm." Oma replied.

"You live around here, right? What are your parents' names? I don't think I've ever met them and Wolfach isn't really that big. Everyone knows everyone. And if they're darker skinned like you, I'm sure I'd remember them."

"I don't...really have parents." Lodewijk admitted.

"Oh." Oma said, "so you live on your own?"

"Um...not really...I live with someone else."

"Do they function as your parent or guardian?"

"I'm not sure, ma'am. I've never had any parents, so...I'm not exactly sure what they function like." He admitted.

"Oh." Oma repeated, mildly uncomfortable.

"So..." Oma drawled, trying to change the subject, "Do you...have any hobbies?"

"He's a really good singer!" You told her before shoveling more food in your mouth.

"Oh really~?"

"Er, yeah, at least [Y/N] seems to think so."

"Have you thought about joining the church choir?"

"I don't go to church." He replied bluntly.

"Why?"

He shrugged. Oma then began mumbling about how kids these days don't go to church anymore and how she didn't want her grandbaby hanging around a heathen.

"I used to go to church." He added, trying to present himself better by saying something Oma would probably like to hear.

"I used to go to Catholic school too." He said, which wasn't exactly a lie, but the truth was complicated and would only result in more questions, questions he didn't feel like answering.

"Why don't you go anymore?"

"We moved." He said simply, "My...provider thought it would be better to learn at home."

This answer seemed to satisfy Oma a lot more. He might've been from a different denomination, but at least, in theory, he had some holy values instilled in him.

You shot Lodewijk a smile of encouragement as everyone went back to eating their food.

"That's a nice song you have on." Lodewijk said, commenting on the light-hearted tune that had just begun playing on the radio.

"Do you know that song?" Oma asked.

"Yes, but it's not one of my favorites from Fred Bertelman. I prefer his song, 'Sie Sagt Nein, Nein, Nein'."

"Oh really? Are you a fan of his?" Oma asked.

"I wouldn't say that, I just enjoy Schlager music in general." He admitted.

"What are your favorite songs?" Oma asked, genuinely interested in the conversation.

Lodewijk began listing off singers and songs you didn't know and didn't really care about. You'd never really had an interest in Schlager; that was old people music. You had no idea what anyone was talking about, so you quickly finished your food and excused yourself from the table. You decided to take a picture of the two of them looking so cute together as a memento. You'd even purchased a photo album from a nearby shop to hold all your photos in. You felt a little left out but you were happy Lodewijk was making such a good impression on Oma. You were sure he was only still entertaining her because you'd told him to be good, and not because he actually enjoyed the old woman's company. Besides, he was doing all this for you, not for her.

After Oma had finally had enough of all the chattering, she saw you and Lodewijk to the door.

"Alright, Lowie, it was so nice meeting you! You can come over anytime, whatever you need, all you have to do is ask~!" Oma chirped as you pulled him out the door.

+++

The next day, Oma seemed more chipper than usual in the morning. You didn't want to believe that the unthinkable had happened but...you were ever so slowly letting your mind slip into the gutter.

"Oh [Y/N], do you want to know the real reason I'm always out of the house all the time?" She asked.

You didn't really want to, but you say yes anyway to be polite. Besides, she seemed genuinely excited and you didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"Ok, brace yourself:" She giggled, "the church is planning a fun dance for the community! Today, we settled on a Decades Dance theme."

"Decades Dance?"

"Yes, I actually suggested it after I saw Lodewijk's outfit yesterday. It reminded me of the get up the boys used to wear when your mother was young. Besides, it'll let older folks like me relive the nostalgia of our younger years! We're thinking about holding the event at the Schlosshalle, where we can all dance the night away under the stars!" She exclaimed joyfully.

"Okay but...why is the church doing this?"

"Because it'll be fun! You don't have to bring a date, buuuut," She drawled mischievously.

"But...what?"

"....I suggest you invite Lowie to join in on the festivities."

You thought about how people were always staring at the two of you in public, so you weren't entirely sure it would be a good idea, but you assured Oma you would at least ask him.

"So, the church is having this 'Decades Dance' thingy and Oma wanted me to ask you if you wanted to come."

"What would I do at this 'Decades Dance thingy'?" He asked, making air quotes.

"Well I assume there will be dancing. There'll probably be food too."

His eyes fell to the ground. "I...don't believe I have anything to wear."

"The theme is pretty casual, all you have to do is dress up based on a different decade so...you just need to dress like you normally do."

"Oh." He replied. "What decade are you going as?"

You leaned against the ladder of the monkey bars, crossing your arms. "I'll probably go as the 50s, 'cause I still have some of my mom's old clothes."

He nodded. "Will I be expected to dance with you...at the dance?"

"You're going to be my date--b-but only if you want to be of course--so...yes."

He looked up at you. "Can you even dance?"

"[Yes/No], but it doesn't matter. Most people there aren't even gonna know how to dance, they're just going to have fun." You replied.

"I'll...think about...being your 'date'." He promised, experiencing a very funny feeling when he said that word.

"Okay, but make sure it's okay with your 'provider' or whatever he is to you. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble."

"Sure thing."

"Oh! By the way, here's your jacket back. I keep forgetting to give it to you." You said, taking it off and handing it to him.

"Thanks." Lodewijk himself kept forgetting you were even wearing it. He was so used to seeing you in it.

"I put my phone number on a piece of paper in the pocket so you can, uh, call me when you make up your mind." You told him, making a "Y" with your pinky and index fingers and holding it up to your ear.

"Okay."

You stand there awkwardly for a little while, unsure of what you were really expecting.

"So, um, bye." You waved before mounting your bike and pedaling away.

He'd lied to you.

There was no way in hell he was going to tell Kooky about the dance or Oma and least of all you. Lodewijk mounted his own bike and pedaled home, pondering about how he would make it all work. Kooky was usually out of the house between sunrise and sunset, and he didn't expect a church function to run that long.

But after the dance, it would be obvious to Kooky he'd been around a lot of people, and that wasn't allowed. The only way he could've been around a lot of people was if he went to the village, which also wasn't allowed. And he surely would have spoken to people at the dance, which definitely wasn't allowed.

He entered the house. He could smell Kooky's presence, though he was nowhere to be seen.

Lodewijk crept up the stairs and peeked into Kooky's room. He was peacefully napping in his dark room, dreaming about whatever people like him dreamed of.

Lodewijk crept back to his own room and collapsed on his bed in a heap of pure bliss. He deeply inhaled the familiar scent you'd left on his jacket. It was as if he had a special piece of you when you were gone, a special piece just for him. He slipped the piece of paper out his jacket pocket and read the numbers. He'd have to find a way to make it work.

In the meantime, he decided to get a snack from the kitchen. A few days ago, you'd bought some Haribo gummy bears for him after you'd discovered they were his favorite candy. He stored them in the freezer, so that when it was time to eat them, they were nice and firm with good resistance. He greedily dug his hand into the bag, pulling out a handful of gold bears.

"Who....is this?"

Lodewijk froze. He turned slowly. Kooky was there, holding Lowie's jacket in his hand. He didn't look or sound mad, but rather disgusted. Lowie wasn't sure who the disgust was directed at, but if he had to choose it would probably be him because Kooky was always looking for a reason to be disgusted with him.

Lodewijk was thankful that his mouth was full of food, so he could buy himself some time.

"Who. Is. This?" Kooky repeated, even though Lodewijk still wasn't finished chewig.

He swallowed with a big gulp. "Who is who?"

"Don't play dumb with me." Kooky warned.

"It's a girl...that I met." Lodewijk confessed, furious and confused as to why he even told the truth.

"A girl that you met?" Kooky repeated incredulously.

"Calm down, Kooky. They aren't dangerous or anything--"

"And how would you know? Danger doesn't always look like danger. Of all people, you should know better." He scolded him.

"H-how did you even meet this girl?"

"They were wandering and stumbled upon the Spring." He admitted.

"Did they see you?"

"Yes."

"And did you run?" Kooky asked more irritably.

"Y-yes, but they kept coming and coming back and eventually they tackled me so I couldn't run away. I talked to them--"

"You what?" He growled.

"I-I made sure not to give them lots of identifying information." He added quickly.

Kooky silently shook his head as he began examining the jacket, mumbling about how after all they'd been through, after everything he'd done to ensure their safety in the mountains, Lodewijk just wanted to throw it all away.

"What is this?" He asked, referring to the slip of paper he'd pulled out of the pocket.

"That's their phone number," Lowie admitted, unsure why he kept telling Kooky the truth, "Th-they...gave it to me so I could let them know whether or not you'd let me be their date to the dance."

"Date to the...dance?" Kooky repeated, confused.

"'Dates' are people you go to a dance with and dances are where people.....well, dance." Lodewijk explained, secretly pleased he knew something Kooky didn't know for once. Though he wasn't surprised, Kooky had never been anyone's date to a dance.

"So, you're telling me," Kooky began, "after breaking practically every rule, you expect me to allow you to break even more?"

Lodewijk said nothing.

"Well, you won't be needing their phone number because I don't approve of any of this."

Just as Kooky was about to rip up the delicate little sheet of paper, Lodewijk threw himself at his feet, bowing his head and keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

"Wait! Please don't do it! It's only for summer break and th-then they'll leave and I'll never ever, ever, ever break any more of your rules ever again." Lowie begged as it silently donned on him that you would leave by the end of the summer.

Lodewijk knew this kind of behavior worked on him, by showing Kooky he still knew how to submit and stay in line, that he was still loyal.

"Please I'm...desperate." He admitted, laying it on somewhat thick, "You don't know what it's like to be so lonely all the time...I just want to experience companionship...just once."

"But you're not alone, you have me." Kooky reminded him.

"It's...not the same." Lodewijk replied, not looking up from the floor. He didn't expect Kooky to know what it was like, for his heart seemed to have no capacity for love or the knowledge of what it was like to be loved by someone else.

"....Look at you, groveling over some stupid girl~" Kooky mocked in a sing-songy voice. Without looking up, Lodewijk could tell Kooky had a big, dumb smirk on his face, and that--most importantly--his begging had worked. He assumed doing so stroked Kooky's ego, giving him that same strange feeling that Lodewijk felt when he stroked his own penis.

"They're just using you, you know." He went on, "You're just their little plaything with which they've chosen to amuse themselves. When the summer's over, they'll go back to their life and forget aaaaaalllll about you~, perhaps even finding a new 'date' to go to dances with. I can't believe you're willing to risk everything just for that."

"But fine. If you want to stay on this crazy train, I'll let you. But when the consequences start coming, you'll be on your own."

"Consequences?"

"Yes," He nodded, "every choice has consequences, Lodewijk. Especially stupid ones."

Kooky yawned. "I feel bad for you." He admitted, carelessly dropping the jacket and paper on top of Lowie as he stepped over his pathetic display and began to walk away.

"You've become such a willing slave to your carnal impulses, so much so that you've seemed to foolishly allow yourself to forget what you are."

Kooky was smiling now, because he thought he had the upper hand, but it had worked hadn't it? He didn't rip up Lodewijk's paper and he even allowed him to go to the dance, so who was exactly submitting to who? As he watched Kooky walk away, Lodewijk promised that one day he would be bigger and stronger than Kooky, and he wouldn't know what hit him then.

But enough about that, he had to rush to the phone to tell you the good news!

○○○

You slowly proceeded down the staircase, your clammy hands holding onto the banister. Oma had dressed you up in a sleeveless button-down shirt, a swing skirt (made voluminous by multiple petticoats), a black elastic cinch belt to give you more of an hourglass figure, white bobby socks, and black penny loafers. To top off the whole look, Oma had given you a scarf to tie around your neck. She'd assured you that this whole thing was supposed to be casual, but when it came to deciding what you would wear, Oma wanted to make sure her grandbaby would be the Belle of the Ball.

And what would a princess be without her prince? After Oma realized Lodewijk didn't really have any dance attire, she took the both of you to the store to shop for him because she wanted the two of you to match.

He was wearing a black button-down shirt, high-waisted jeans with a black belt, white bobby socks, and black penny loafers to match yours. To top off his ensemble, he wore a black bow tie that matched your scarf. His shiny blue hair was still in a jelly roll, though it appeared he redid it fresh for the occasion.

He handed you a bouquet of water lilies. "I,er, gathered these for you."

You were certain you were blushing profusely. "Th-they're beautiful."

Then the two of you stood there awkwardly, something you two always seemed to do at least once when conversing with each other, despite the fact you've known each other for weeks.

"Ähm...you look nice." He said.

"Yeah, right back atcha!" You replied awkwardly, giving him the finger guns.

Thankfully, Oma entered the room in her 1920s inspired dress. It had literally no waist, which you'd learned was common in that day and age.

She began to tear up at the sight of the two of you standing together, but she quickly pulled it together.

"I have to get a photo of you two!" She insisted, picking up your camera and snapping a quick picture. You made sure it came out good and set it aside to add to your photo album later.

Oma then drove you to the Schlosshalle across town.

The venue certainly lived up to its name: it was so big it looked as if it could've been a small castle once upon a time. It had a large rectangular courtyard, surrounded by walls with many windows on two sides. There was a large tree somewhat located in the center, with smaller trees planted in cubical pots nearby. A multitude of lights had been strung up on the trees and walls, presumably for when it began to get dark outside.

You'd arrived early because Oma had to help set up, but since the two of you had nothing to do anyway, you helped set up as well.

Eventually, guests began to arrive, their attire representing a variety of decades past. You began to feel nervous, yet excited, but you weren't exactly sure why. Perhaps it was the thrill of it all; you'd never gone to a dance with a real date before. Oma had told you that there would be music from a variety of eras, but for some reason, there was no music playing at all.

You were just standing around, minding your own business when Oma shuffled over to you.

"[Y/N]!" She whispered.

You looked around, unsure why she was whispering. "Yes...?"

"Okay this is going to sound really bad but....somebody forgot to bring the music with words for the dance. The music they brought is only the karaoke audio." She informed you.

You sighed and mentally facepalmed. Of course they did, you muttered under your breath. "Does that somebody...happen to be you?"

"Noooo," she said, waving her hand dismissively, "okay fine, it was me. I was just so distracted by how cute you and Lowie were."

"Why do you even have karaoke versions of the songs?"

"Because sometimes I like to pretend I'm a beautiful singer, [Y/N]!" She exclaimed indignantly, "Sitting around and being old isn't the only thing old people do, you know?!"

She then turned to your date. "You know the tracks already because you were there when I picked them out. Do you have any performance experience?"

"Well, yeah but--"

"Well that's good enough for me!" Oma interrupted as she pushed him onto the stage. She hadn't even let him explain that he'd never sang on stage by himself. He was sure it wasn't the same as singing with a choir.

He looked into the sea of people. No one was really paying attention except you, Oma, and the tech team, waiting for his cue. You gave him a silent double thumbs up for emotional support. He held his hand up and counted off the technicians.

"One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock
Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock
Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight!...."

Soon enough, people start moving and grooving. They were mostly older people who most likely had some nostalgia attached to the song, but to be honest, older people made up the majority of those in attendance. Even Oma was dancing, but you reminded her that she needed to go back to the house and get the real music.

When he'd finished singing, the crowd clapped and cheered for him. You'd never seen him smile so widely, teeth and all.

By request of the crowd, he started up again with another tune that was bouncier, but a little slower than first.

"Giiiiiisela, Mooooonika, Giiiisela...
Ich liebe zwei Mädchen aus Germany:
Gisela, Monika,
Zwei Mädchen aus Germany
Oh, so süß sind die!

Weißwürschte, Knödel,
Sauerkraut...."

Everyone was dancing now, even you, though you preferred to stay to the side. You even sang along when prompted but something felt off....perhaps you were just feeling a little lonely. After all, you and Lodewijk were supposed to be enjoying the dance together, not separately. If somebody just did their job correctly, he wouldn't have to be working the stage. Like...Oma was trying to sabotage your relationship, but she wouldn't do that....would she?"

After Lodewijk finished, he decided to switch from the jive of the 50s/60s and head a little further back to the late 30s with Marika Rökk's "Musik, Musik, Musik". The only reason you knew that song was because you'd heard it played frequently at Oma's house, so it made sense she would add it to the roster. It started with a bouncy, light-hearted tune happily played on a piano.

"Eine junge Frau, die ich sehr liebe,
Weil sie bezaubernd ist und nett,
Die sagte neulich, dass sie mich
Zum Ehemann gern hätt'.
Doch weil sie leider schrecklich arm wär',
Hätt' sie zu fragen nicht gewagt.
Da habe ich als Antwort ihr
Nur Folgendes gesagt:"

You'd listened to the song enough times to know that wasn't exactly how it went. He'd changed the lyrics so that he was singing about a woman, rather than a man. You weren't sure if he'd done so because he thought the latter would sound homosexual, or if maybe--just maybe--he'd personalized it for you.

"Ich brauche keine Millionen,
Mir fehlt kein Pfennig zum Glück,
Ich brauche weiter nichts
Als nur Musik, Musik, Musik.
Ich brauch' kein Schloss, um zu wohnen,
Kein Auto funkelnd und schick,
Ich brauche weiter nichts
Als nur Musik, Musik, Musik..."

You'd thought your theory was kinda stupid until he gazed at you as he sang,

"Doch eine ganze Kleinigkeit,
Die brauch' ich noch dazu,
Und diese große Kleinigkeit:
Bist du, nur du, bist du, du, du - oh!
Ich brauche keine Millionen,
Mir fehlt kein Pfennig zum Glück,
Ich brauch' nur deine Liebe
Und Musik, Musik, Musik!"

Other than at the beginning, the rest of the song was purely instrumental. He danced along with the track and even though his own shoes had no taps on them (you didn't even know he knew how to tap dance), he didn't really need them if he just synced up his movements with the audio.

Everyone seemed to be having so much fun, Lodewijk most of all. It was obvious to you he was a natural performer, putting flair and expression into his performance. You'd never seen him so animated before, nor had you ever seen him move like that (how the heck could he twirl so fast and cartwheel in those shoes?!).

After the song finally ended and everyone was done cheering and clapping for him, he spoke,

"Alright everybody, it's time to cool down with a slower song. So gentlemen grab your ladies, and ladies grab your gentlemen."

There were mostly older people paired up on the dance floor, but there were a few younger couples too.

He began singing again, and you concluded that he must've been very parched but he had to keep going because somebody decided to be a screw up and steal your partner!

The tune started out slow (as you would expect from a slow song), the background singers chanting "Du bist nicht allein" over and over again.

"Du bist nicht allein,
wenn du träumst heute Abend
Du bist nicht allein,
wenn du träumst von der Liebe..." He sang, just as you began to feel very alone in the corner, forced to watch all the couples dance together.

Honestly, all the old people holding each other was one of the cutest things you'd ever seen. You wondered about the stories of the couples, how they'd met, how they'd gotten there.

As you listened to the tune, you felt...a warm fuzziness inside. It was as if he was singing to you, and he probably was, considering the last song.

"...Oh, glaub mir,
Du bist nicht allein, wenn du träumst heute Abend.
Du bist nicht allein, wenn du träumst von der Liebe
Mit meiner Sehnsucht,
meinen Träumen bin ich bei dir
My Darling, du bist nicht allein
Komm und träume mit mir,"

As he sang the last line, he gestured discreetly for you to come to him. You looked around and pointed to yourself, making sure it wasn't a mistake. He smiled and nodded, as if it was blatantly obvious he was gesturing to you.

You shyly proceeded to walk over to him, who looked so lovely in the moonlight. Your heart felt warm as everyone else seemed to fade away, as if his beautiful song was just for you. When you reached him, he took one of the water lilies from his pocket and placed it behind your ear. He slowly took your hand and intertwined your fingers as you gazed into each other's eyes. You felt a peculiar feeling you'd never felt before, one you didn't exactly know how to put into words. Your body felt warm all over and your heart felt happy and full, overflowing even, and something within you wanted to burst open. You believed it was the wanting. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but you could not because he was in the middle of a song.

Eventually, his ballad came to an end. The crowds erupted in applause again, reminding you that there were people still there. Some of them even whistled at the two of you, as if they'd forgotten this was supposed to be a church event.

Finally, Oma returned with the real music.

"How was it?" She asked.

"Lowie was amazing!" You reported wistfully.

"Ah, I knew he would be. Well, you two can finally run along and enjoy the dance now!" Oma said.

First and foremost, Lodewijk went to sit down and hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.

"You looked like you were having a lot of fun out there." You said.

He stopped drinking from his water bottle. "Yeah, I forgot how fun it was to perform in front of people. Normally I just kind of dance and sing in private."

A nice, jivey swing song began to blare from the speakers.

"Are you ready to rock?" He asked you.

"Yeah--"

Before you could say anything more, Lodewijk dragged you onto the dance floor.

He took your right hand in his left and placed his right on your back, holding you close as the two of you rhythmically swayed side to side. You'd never really been that close to him before, or any boy for that matter. You weren't sure what exactly he was going to do, but the song was slow enough for you to keep up.

"Are you having fun?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess." You replied.

Unexpectedly, he spun you away from him, your swing skirt twirling around you.

"You have to give a little hip action and twist, [Y/N]. That's what your skirt is made for." He said. He demonstrated for you, swinging his own hips from side to side, even though that's not even what he just told you to do.

"Stop!" You giggled quietly, "that dancing is too inappropriate for church!" You weren't entirely sure if that was true or not, but it turned you on, and if anything made you feel horny it probably wasn't allowed in church.

You spun back into his arms, the two of you twirling around together. You took a few steps back and a few steps forward before he twirled you out under his arm and then twirled you the other way and then twirled you back the other way again. All the twirling was making you a little dizzy, but it was so much fun. You twisted your hips as you shimmied your way back to him.

"That's the way! You're much better than I thought you'd be." He commented.

"Oh, shut up." You replied playfully.

He twirled you out again, your skirt flying high (thankfully Oma had made you wear multiple petticoats so all your bits were covered). You spun back on your own, catching his hand on the way. He placed his arm around your back so that you were side by side. He gave a kick, you gave a kick, he gave another and so did you. He pulled you back in front of him, dipping you before spinning you away again.

You twisted your hips in time with the music, your soft skirt twirling around your legs. He pulled you back again and danced with you for a few beats before he strongly spun you out again, your skirt flying much higher than you would've liked. When you spun back, you decided to spin him this time, and you could tell he hadn't expected that. He returned to you and you danced around together, hand in hand.

Well, that was until he unexpectedly lifted you up and swung you, so that you were "sitting" on his leg with your legs pointed out to the side. He swung you to the other side the exact same way before letting you go. You flew in the air but managed to land on both feet. You laughed at how exhilarating it all was. The two of you twirled around together again until he spun you out one last time as the song ended. The momentum of the spin caused you to gently fall over on your butt in a fit of giggles.

The others must've been watching because they were clapping for the two of you. The old people who used to be able to dance like that no longer had the dexterity and the other young people couldn't even compete because they had never learned how to dance like that; they didn't know anything about that.

Lodewijk effortlessly pulled you back to your feet, but your dizziness caused you to fall back into him. You felt like you wanted to topple back over, but he held you steady against him.

"Where...the heck did you learn how to dance like that?" You asked slowly, still a little disoriented.

"TV."

"I've never seen anything like that on TV."

"I...grew up watching a lot of the old stuff." He admitted sheepishly.

You spent the rest of the evening dancing the night away. The "swing" dancing (as Lodewijk called it) was so much fun, but what made it even more fun was that you had such a handsome, talented partner. You could tell that he was enjoying himself as well, for you'd even had to tell him to take it down a notch. You knew you were a good dancer and all but you weren't that great. You'd never done anything like any of that back home.

Later on, the two of you decided to take a break from dancing as the party began to slow down. There was less dancing and more standing around and talking, and the music had slowed down to reflect that; there wasn't really anything to dance to. Oma was chatting up some other old guy, so you knew it would probably be a while before you finally headed home. You looked around to see if anyone would notice if you slipped away. Without a word, you took Lodewijk's hand and led him to a more private part of the area where no one could see you.

He looked around. "What are we doing over here?"

You leaned your back against the stone wall. "I want...you to kiss me. B-but not a light peck, I want it nice and wet." You told him, licking your lips like you'd seen girls do in those mature movies that came on past your bedtime.

He gulped. "I've...never really done anything like that before."

"Well, you've seen it in movies, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, how hard can it be?"

He shrugged.

"You...don't have to kiss me if you don't want to." You told him, trying not to sound too obviously disappointed.

"I..uh...I don't know. I've never really done this before so I-I guess I'm just really nervous."

"Well you don't have to be. I've never really done it either, so it's not like I'm going to judge you or anything."

He nodded. "Okay, on 3," You said, "One....two....three!"

Your lips met ever so gently, and you could tell that he was nervous because it wasn't one long kiss, but he kissed you quickly multiple times, as if he was pecking at your lips.

You pulled away. "What...are you doing?"

He smiled and laughed. "I...don't even know."

"I thought you said you've seen people do this."

"Well yeah but the TV at home is like....really grainy. I can't really see what's going on with the lips."

"Ok well, it's obvious you're more inexperienced than I am. But that's okay, you led the dancing so I can lead our kiss."

"More inexperienced? What kind of 'experience' do you have?" He probed.

"I've practiced on my hand loads of times."

"Does...that even work? Is that even similar?" He chuckled, having the audacity to question your tried and true methods.

"'Dunno know, but it's a lot better than nothing. Keep calm, follow my lead, and tell me what you think,"

You had the both of you sit down on the grass so you were on a more equal level. When you were ready, you held his head in your hands and pulled him close. This time, you opened your mouth so that your lips interlocked with one another. You opened your mouth once more, allowing your warm tongues to penetrate. His tongue didn't taste half bad, in fact you even liked it. Your tongues danced in each other's mouth, tango-ing every which way. He expressed his pleasure through soft moans, the vibration of his deep groans of ecstasy reverberating through your whole body, sending chills up and down your spine. You allowed him to pull away, but you still wanted so much more, you were nowhere near satisfied yet.

"Whoa." Was all he had to say.

"I know right." You agreed, your heart pounding in your chest.

"May I...continue?" He asked.

You nodded. "S-sure, do whatever you want."

He positioned himself in front of you and slowly untied your neck scarf. He gently massaged your neck before settling his hand on your cheek. He leaned in to kiss you, and you let him. It was just as wet and intimate as the first; you'd never imagined you'd actually enjoy the taste of someone else's saliva in your mouth. He pulled away, moving his lips to your bare throat. He ran his tongue along the thin skin there before gently kissing it.

You softly uttered his name as he began to kiss much harder.

"Wait...stop!" You said, pushing him away.

"What did I do wrong this time?"

"I-I can't get a hickey. Oma will be very upset, a-and then she'll make us stop seeing each other and stuff."

"[Y/N], Lowie! Where are you?! It's time to head home!" Oma called from somewhere in the distance.

You re-tied your neck scarf before hopping up and brushing yourself off. "We should...get going." You suggested.

He silently stood and brushed himself off, before following behind you.

×××

The next day, you awoke later than usual. The dance had really tired you out. You suddenly remembered the kiss. It was so wet, so wild. You'd never done anything like that before. You gently touched a finger to your lips as you remembered the taste of his mouth, the sounds of his pleasure, the feeling of his tongue on yours. 

You sighed wistfully. You had to be the luckiest teen in the world. You were reminded of that scene from West Side Story where Maria is dancing around, singing about how she felt pretty because she felt loved. 

You just couldn't stop thinking about all of it, and your moist panties were proof. You squirmed in bed. You'd wanted to do a lot more than that last night. You weren't entirely sure how Lodewijk had felt about it. He'd gotten all quiet afterwards. He didn't say anything during the drive home and he didn't even kiss you goodnight (though to be fair, Oma had been there, and he might've wanted to keep the whole thing on the down low). 

You got out of bed and went over to the pastel pink telephone across the room. You picked up the phone and spun the clear rotary dial, putting in the number he'd given you. 

"Hey." He said when he answered. 

"Hey….how did you sleep?" 

"Great. How 'bout you?" 

"Like a baby." You chuckled. 

"By the way, I just realized I've never been to your house before. When will I get to come over?" 

"Never. My roommate would never allow that." 

"He wouldn't allow me to come over even if he got to know me?" 

"Definitely not. My roommate is...strange. I don't want you to meet him." Lodewijk replied. 

"Oh." You replied. You stayed quiet, twirling the coily telephone cord around your finger.

"[Y/N]? Are you still there?" 

"Yes….Lowie?" 

"Yes?" 

"I want to have sex." 

"Sex?" 

"Yes, sex. Of course, you can say no if you don't want to--"

"No! I do want to!" He interrupted, a little more enthusiastic than he would've preferred.

You smiled. "You'll have to buy condoms." 

"Condoms?" 

"Yes!" You replied indignantly, "and you're gonna use 'em too!"

"Um…[Y/N]?" 

"What?" 

"What is a condom?" 

"You don't know what a condom is? Have you ever taken a Sex Ed class?" You asked, though you probably already knew the answer. 

"I don't even know what a 'Sex Ed' is, so...I probably haven't taken it." 

You sighed. "A condom is like a glove you put over your penis so you can't get me pregnant. Because it has to fit on your penis, you have to get ones that match your size." 

"How am I supposed to know what size to wear?" 

"You could get multiple sizes so you can try them out." You suggested. "You have money, right?" 

"Yeah, your Oma paid me for performing at the dance last night. By the way, how are you going to deal with her?" 

"Wow, that sounds a little bit dark. Anyways, Oma's gonna be at a church function for a while so we won't be interrupted." You assured him. 

"By the way, don't forget to get some lube." 

"What is 'lube'?" 

"It's short for lubricant. Actually, nevermind, I can buy it myself. I was planning on doing some shopping of my own anyway." 

"Why can't we just go to the store together then?" 

"Because if we do, people will know what we're up to." 

"Oh, right. You have a point." He replied.

More importantly, you wanted to find something sexy to wear to surprise him. Lodewijk seemed pretty shy and all, and he didn't show as much desire for you as you would've liked. The guys in the movies always seemed to have desire for their ladies. You wanted to seduce him so that he found you irresistible. You wanted him to feel about you the same way you felt about him. 

"Come over at about 3 pm!" You told him quickly before hanging up. 

When it came to your outfit, you considered getting some crotchless panties for maximum sexiness, but you reminded yourself that they had to be practical. You wouldn't have any other use for crotchless panties, and they were just going to go on the floor anyway. So you went for some black ones that happened to be a bit "cheekier" than the ones you usually wore. You also got a short skirt at the perfect teasing length, not too long of course but not too short. For the top you were just going to wear a simple T-shirt, no bra of course. 

Suddenly, you heard the doorbell chime. You squealed,  trying to remember everything you'd learned from TV, movies, racy books, and Sex Ed (of course). You ran down the stairs, careful not to fall. 

You threw open the door. "Hey….you!" It was honestly the only greeting your two brain cells could come up with. 

"Hey." He replied, confused and taken aback by your enthusiasm. 

"Come in, come in!" You told him, and he did. 

As he shut the door, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this for real?" 

"Why? Are you having second thoughts?" You asked. 

"Are you a virgin?" You asked him unexpectedly. You'd never thought to ask before, though it was kind of a stupid question considering he didn't even know what a condom was. Whenever you'd seen sexual stuff on TV and in books, the man was always more experienced than the woman, usually the popular guy who had slept with every girl in the neighborhood. You'd never even considered this could've been his first time too. 

"Yes." He replied simply, because the real answer was complicated and full of unnecessary details. 

"Oh….I am too."

"You don't seem like one, considering you already know what to do and everything." 

You could tell he was nervous, so you said, "It's not really all that complicated." You assured him, reaching up and gently caressing his cheek. Your hands ventured downward as you ever so gently caressed his chest and then his abdomen. 

"It's just about making each other feel good, no big deal. You give me what I want, I give you what you want." You whispered as you gently cupped his crotch in your hand. 

He swallowed as he felt his heart begin to pound. He turned and locked the front door. "Where do we start?" 

You waltzed over to the couch, trying to be seductive as possible (but not too hard, you didn't want to look silly) as you sat down on the couch. You beckoned him to sit down next to you. 

He sat down and you looked at him and said, "I want to make out again." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Why do you keep asking me that?" 

"I don't know. It's just….I've never seen this side of you before. All of this seems so sudden...I-I didn't even know girls could get horny..." He admitted. 

"Well, I was never really 100% innocent but...I really enjoyed our kiss last night...now I want a little more than just a French kiss~" 

"You liked it that much? You didn't seem to…" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well...you pushed me away. That's what people do when they don't like something. I just...don't want you to get mad at me again." He admitted. 

"Is that what all this anxiety is about?" You asked. He nodded hesitantly.

"I wasn't actually mad." You told him, "I just wanted you to stop because if you kept going we would get in trouble. I probably should've been a little more gentle and just used my words instead." You admitted. "I'm sorry if I...hurt you."

"It's alright, I'm just glad I could get that off my chest." He admitted. 

You smiled. "Shall we go back to the festivities?"

He smirked as he reached up to hold your chin, leaning in to kiss you. "Gladly~"

Your lips clashed awkwardly. You giggled but he tried again. He kissed you gently, your lips pulling apart ever so slowly. He kissed you again, opening his mouth this time and slipping his tongue in yours. It only went in a little, like when you go to someone's house and curiously peek inside from the entrance because they haven't let you in yet. He closed his mouth and your lips interlocked once more. You slipped your hand from his thigh to his waist, pulling his body closer to you. He leaned in, turning his head a bit to look for an opening between your lips, just as you did the same, your moist tongues bumping into each other, as if they were surprised to see one another. You pulled away for a short break. 

"That...certainly wasn't as bad as the first." You commented, causing him to blush. 

"So...what now?" He asked. 

"Whatever you want~" You replied, "There's not really a set order. However, I think we should go and have fun upstairs instead. Don't forget to bring the condoms and stuff." 

You proceeded up the stairs and Lodewijk followed a few paces behind. When he looked up, he was met up with a perfect view of your crotch and ass. The curvature of your ass...the fabric leading his eye down to your crotch where the lips of your pussy were partially visible. He found it so hot….his heart pounded in his chest as he grew harder by the second. 

You stopped abruptly, nearly causing him to bump into your ass (though he wouldn't have minded one bit). 

"Do you like what you see?~" 

He swallowed and admitted reluctantly, "Y-yes." 

You decided to taunt him so you bended over a little and shook your ass in front of him. "Well why don't you stop standing there drooling over me and do something about it? I'll let me give me one lick right now if you want~" 

As soon as you said that, you felt his warm, wet tongue run along the folds of your vagina through your panties, sending a shiver up your spine. You felt yourself become ever more moist, and not just because his saliva was on your panties. You didn't want him to stop and you could tell by his enthusiasm that he didn't want to either.

"Stop! I only gave you one lick!" You exclaimed when you felt his eager tongue meet your lips again. 

You ran upstairs and into your room. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and proceeded to grind his bulge on your pussy. He planted a warm kiss on your neck as a quiet moan escaped your throat.

"Lodewijk, I want you to...lick me down there some more..." You told him. 

You laid down a towel on your bed and put a pillow under your hips before shaking your ass for him again. 

"Okay, I'm ready now~" You said seductively, running your finger along your crevice to further entice him. 

He ran his hand along your bare thigh to get your skirt out the way before he started licking you again. You squirmed excessively as he had his way with you, the pleasure almost too much to bear. 

"Stop moving." He ordered quietly, grabbing your ass so you'd hold still. 

He'd never actually seen a vagina before so he didn't really know what he was doing but you smelled so sweet, he didn't even care. He finally moved your panties to the side, earning him a nice good view of your lips, red and swollen with desire, covered in your own juices and his saliva. He had no idea why he found the sight so irresistible.

"What's the hold up?" You asked, somewhat impatient, "I didn't tell you to stop--"

His tongue made contact with your bare lips. You let out a quiet, breathy gasp as you gripped the bed sheets tightly and raised your hips even higher, begging for more. Unexpectedly, he stuck his tongue inside your hole and you could feel his warm breath tickling your clit. His tongue explored all your ridges and valleys, seemingly avoiding the spot where you wanted it most. 

That is, until he flicked your clitoris with his tongue. 

"Hold on," You said, "I want to turn around." 

"Why?" He asked as you were already in the motion of doing it.

"Because I want to look at you~" 

He shrugged and went back to eating you out. He licked the clit a bit more, toying with the tiny, sensitive thing. 

"Mrnnn yes...stay right there.." You breathed heavily, your toes curling. 

He did what he was told and you unconsciously started squeezing his head between your thighs. Your body became tense as a tingly sensation built up in your pelvis and radiated throughout your entire body.

"Lodewijk..." You breathed, "I think I'm about to come…" 

All of a sudden, the tingly sensation ended with a release. You weren't sure if you had actually come, you were expecting a lot more. Lodewijk must've not noticed for he hadn't stopped licking.

"I'm good, you can stop now." You told him, for his licking had quickly become over stimulating. 

"Is something wrong?" He asked. 

"Not at all~" You replied before leaning down and kissing him on his lips. 

You collapsed backwards onto the bed and removed your shirt because you'd become too hot. You thoroughly enjoyed that, but you were nowhere near satisfied. 

You lazily sat up and as he was wiping extra fluid from his mouth, you said, "Lodewijk, I want you to take your shirt off." 

"Why?" 

"Well, I'm over here completely naked while you still have your clothes on." You replied, covering your hard nipples with your hands. 

He agreed with that sound logic, so he untucked, unbuttoned, and removed his shirt. 

"And the undershirt." You prompted, and he removed that as well. 

You got up, examining him up close. He had a little bit of chest hair and the beginnings of a happy trail. 

You ran your finger along the crevice between his pecs. "You already have chest hair? I kinda like it, it's so manly~" He didn't say anything, but you noticed his cheeks had taken on a warm glow.

You trailed your finger down further. "Sorry, it seems I've been rudely neglecting your little friend." You rubbed your hand against the bulge in his pants, earning you a quiet grunt. You removed his black belt and unzipped his blue jeans. He assisted your exploration by shimmying his pants and underwear off his waist completely. However, this caused his penis to whip out too quickly and smack you in the face.

"Oh my God, are you okay!? Sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen!" He apologized profusely. 

You laughed at how unexpected it was. "It's okay, I'm fine." 

You stared at his cock and his nuts too, which you'd actually forgotten were supposed to be there. 

"I-Is something wrong?" 

"Uh no, I'm just surprised, I've never seen a dick in real life. On TV, they never really let the audience see the dude's junk. I'm...not really sure what I'm supposed to do with it."

"You can touch it...if you want." He suggested timidly. "That's what I always do." 

You wrapped your hand around the shaft, surprised at how warm it was. It was rigid, but the skin itself was so soft. The skin on his scrotum was very soft and smooth as well, save for a hair here and there. You held his balls in your hands, and gave them a gentle squeeze; they were much squishier than you'd expected. Holding his vulnerable bits in your hands sent shock waves through your body, just thinking about how much trouble you'd be in if Oma saw you doing this. Lodewijk was silently becoming increasingly uncomfortable. You were just poking and prodding in silence, he had no idea what to think. Did you think his penis was big, too big, too small, just right? Did you even like what you saw? He supposed he could just ask, but he was way too embarrassed. If you didn't say anything nice, his whole day would be crushed. 

"[Y/N], you're doing it all wrong, you have to do it like this!" He said, taking your hands and placing them around his shaft, and making them rub up and down. 

You broke out of his grasp. "Stop! I'm going to do it to you on my own because that's how you did it to me! Now, sit down on the bed." 

He sat. "Are you sure about this because you seem pretty hesitant and you don't have to do it if you don't want to, I could--ACHH!" He exclaimed mid-sentence when you licked his warm shaft. 

He blushed and put a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. "Sorry…that was so loud." He whispered, wanting to crawl into a hole and die. Of all the sounds he could've made, he'd wished something a lot more hot and manly had decided to escape his throat. 

You chuckled. "It was, but I don't mind. You need to do a lot less talking anyway. As a matter of fact, I challenge you not to say anything else. No asking me if I'm sure, none of that. You can only talk to tell me to stop or to tell me how much you're enjoying yourself~. Got it?" 

He nodded slowly. 

"Good." You replied before turning your attention back to his member. You didn't really know what to do so you licked it again, just as he'd licked your pussy earlier. Then you decided it might be a little easier if you just pretended as if you were licking a popsicle. A warm, twitching popsicle. You decided to begin at the most daunting part: the top. 

You closed your eyes and put the smooth head in your mouth, using your tongue to caress the underside. 

"Oh God" He moaned, gripping your bed sheets. 

You licked around the glans, as you used your hands to massage his shaft. He was breathing heavily now, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling. You took a bit of a break, breathing your warm breath on his penis as you panted. You continued, licking the underside of the shaft as you gently rubbed his glans with your finger. You could feel his cock throb and twitch, his shaft growing bigger and harder in your mouth. Clear fluid began to slowly leak out of him. 

"Are you enjoying yourself?" You asked him. 

 He struggled to give you a coherent answer as he was too busy grunting, but you could tell by the look of content on his face that he was on a whole other level. You wrapped your mouth around the shaft as you fiddled with the head a bit more. You concluded that his balls might've wanted in on the action too. You didn't really know what to do with them, so you licked those too and you could feel his body tremble. 

"[Y/N]" He moaned quietly between staggered breaths, "I-I think I'm about to come." 

You stopped immediately. "Don't, I'm not finished with you yet!" 

"I-I can't...I'm gonna blow...I've been holding it in all day…." 

"Please? Just a little while longer? If you do, I'll let you put your cock inside me." 

"[Y/N]? Are you here?" You heard Oma call from downstairs.

Shit. Shit. Shit. She wasn't supposed to be back so soon! How'd she get in? She must've brought her house key along with her. You were suddenly extremely grateful that you'd decided to move upstairs. If you remained silent, Oma wouldn't even know you were home and she'd go away...hopefully.

"Lodewijk, be very very quiet." You ordered. "Don't. Make. A sound." 

Lodewijk tried to focus on not coming, but that only led to thoughts of his reward if he didn't. The thought of inserting his penis into your tight, moist hole only pulled him ever closer to climax. 

"[Y/N]...I feel like I'm going to explode…" He whispered just as you heard Oma proceeding up the staircase. With your eyes, you pleaded with him not to, but he wasn't even looking at you, he was in his own 7th heaven. He'd made such a loud noise earlier and all you'd done was lick his dick, you could imagine how loud he'd become now. 

Quickly, you put your hand over his mouth and covered his penis with the towel. The friction of the towel rubbing against his throbbing, sensitive member was the final straw.

He began to come--hard. 

His back arched as his groans of pleasure forcefully escaped his throat. You could feel the vibrations of his voice on your hand. Through the towel, you could feel his dick pulsate in your hand as he shot his load. 

Thankfully, you heard Oma's footsteps retreat down the stairs and the front door close behind her. 

You collapsed on the floor, exhausted. 

"We were so close to getting caught….because of you."

He smiled. "But we didn't get caught so everything's great!" 

"I guess so…." You replied as you examined the big load he'd emptied onto your towel. 

"Sorry...I've been holding it in for a while...." He apologized sheepishly.

"It's fine, I just hope it'll all come out in the wash." 

Lodewijk then told you that he'd begun to feel tired all of sudden, so he was going to head home and take a nap. At the front door, he took your chin in his hand and planted a goodbye kiss on your lips. 

"Remember," You told him, "Don't tell anyone about this." 

He nodded. "I won't, I promise." Who was he going to tell? Kooky? It would be better for everyone if he kept quiet. Even if he tried to blab, Kooky wouldn't know what the hell he was talking about because he was a loser who didn't know what it was like to have sex with a cute girl. He might even become jealous, which would make Lodewijk feel better about himself but it might make Kooky forbid him from seeing you anymore.

 He definitely didn't want that. 

÷÷÷

The two of you spent the rest of the summer together. Bike riding, swimming, playing arcade games, playing outside...and of course, exploring each other's bodies. It was so much fun! 

To think, at the beginning of the summer you'd loathed the idea of spending the entire summer in Wolfach, away from your home, away from your friends. Now you wanted nothing more than to stay with Lodewijk. 

But you knew it wouldn't, couldn't be possible. As the days went on, the dreaded end of the summer approached. The two of you never talked about it. You wanted your last days to be filled with happiness, without the lingering doom of your inevitable departure. You wanted to stay in the here and now. But as August 5th drew nearer, you couldn't hide it anymore. 

The two of you met at the local playground again, just as you'd done so many times before. Lodewijk pulled up on his bike, smile on his face, happy to see you as always. As he drew closer, he seemed to notice the forlorn expression on your face, even though you'd tried to hide it. 

"What's wrong?" He asked.

You looked away, unable to meet his gaze as you confessed, "I...have to go back to Oberhausen soon."

His face fell. He smiled weakly, "You're just joking, right?" 

You shook your head solemnly. The desperate look on his face made it so much harder to continue. You fell into his arms and burst into tears. "I don't want to go!" You cried. 

He hugged you tight. "Then why do you have to?" 

"My mom is coming to pick me up, and I have to go with her." You replied. 

You pulled away and held his brown face in your hands. As salty tears ran down your cheeks, you planted a deep kiss on his lips before pulling away again. You turned away.

"W-where are you going?" He asked. 

Without turning around, you heaved, "Oma is making me stay home so I can start packing my things." 

You began to get choked up, unable to muster anymore words. There were no words that would make any of it okay.

"Goodbye, Lodewijk." You said, before riding away. You had hoped the pain would hurt less if you just ripped the band aid quickly. 

He stood there in the middle of the playground, dumbfounded. When he'd awoken that morning everything was as it should be and in an instant, his world was mercilessly shattered. 

He rode back home on his own bike, his vision blurred by his own hot tears. So much so, that his obstructed vision caused him to crash his bike into a tree. He stared bullets at the stupid thing, how dare it decide to get in his way just as his whole life was falling apart. He stomped over to and wrapped his hands around it's stupid trunk. He uprooted the whole thing with a loud grunt before slamming it into the ground, resulting in a loud thud. In the distance, crows could be heard cawing to each other. 

He angrily slammed his fists into the bark. "IT'S. NOT. FAIR!" 

He slammed them again. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" 

And again. "IT'SNOTFAIR!" 

He did it again and again and again, crying out about how unfair life was. Unexpectedly, he was violently pushed to the ground with a loud oof. His hands and arms were tightly restrained behind his back.

"Boy, what has gotten into you?! Everyone could hear your little stunt from miles away!" Kooky whisper-screamed, baring his fangs in irritation. "Need I remind you that we're trying not to be found?" 

He noticed the tears in his roommates eyes. Kooky rolled his eyes, "What the heck are you whining about?"

"She's…..gone." They were the only words he could muster. 

"Whaddya mean 'gone'? Did she just poof away in thin air?" 

"She's leaving….she's going back to Oberhausen." He explained. 

"Oh, is that all? Hardly something to be upset over, people come and go all the time, Lodewijk. You'll learn that in time. Instead of crying over some stupid girl--"

"DON'T CALL THEM THAT!" He shouted impulsively. He was about to apologize but he stopped himself, for he had said what he meant and meant what he said. 

"They're not some stupid girl. I love them….I love them so much...it's so unfair….
I love her more than anyone else in the world, more than her own mother! Th-they told me that their mom couldn't wait to get rid of them for the summer. Th-they said that her mom never has any time for her, but I have all the time in the world! It is I who loves her the most, so WHY ISN'T IT I WHO GETS TO HAVE HER!?" Lodewijk shouted. 

"Love, Karl? Seriously? You don't even know what love is! You've only known them for, what? 2 months? You don't love them!" He chuckled maliciously.

"Now stop being such a pathetic little baby and get up. We're going home Karl, and we're going to pretend that girl never existed and carry on with our quiet lives--"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO! I'm sorry Kooky, but you just don't understand what it's like! Day in, day out, all alone. No one my own age to play with, no one to laugh with, no one to love. I-I CAN'T GO BACK TO LIVING LIKE THAT--"

"THEN LEAVE! IF THE LIFE I'VE BUILT FOR US ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU ANYMORE, YOU.CAN.JUST.GO!" Kooky yelled back furiously. 

His harsh words shocked him almost as much as they shocked Lodewijk. He hadn't meant to say them, they just...came out. He almost wished he could take them back, but his pride made him too stubborn to apologize.

Lodewijk turned without another word and began to walk away.

"Fine! Be like that, I see how it is! After all we've been through, you choose some girl you've only known for two months over me!" Kooky shouted.

Lodewijk stopped in his tracks. "Oh don't stop now," Kooky said, "you've made your decision! And I do hope you intend to see it through. I cannot ensure I'll be waiting around for you when you come back." He said, turning around and stomping away.

"Where….will you go?" Lodewijk asked. 

"Why do you care?" He huffed, "There are obviously much more important things to the stupid, whiny baby, who's fooled himself into thinking some girl actually cares about him! Ha! Good luck with that!" 

Lodewijk stood there in silence as Kooky disappeared into the trees, his dark cloak swaying behind him as the dense growth shielded him from view. He had to be exaggerating, right? Kooky was always going on about how Lodewijk needed him, when Lodewijk knew that Kooky needed him just as much. Someone to keep him company, stroke his ego, and satisfy his desire to have a pack, a family….sort of.

He couldn't really leave Lodewijk behind, could he?

===

You were laying down on the bed in your mom's bedroom, probably for the last time. Mama and Oma were chatting downstairs about grown up stuff, the kind of stuff that seemed to require you to be out of the room. 

You heard a soft clink at the window. You looked towards it but there was nothing there. You heard the sound again, and then again. Irritated, you walked over to investigate. 

"Lodewijk?!" You exclaimed, unable to believe your eyes. You quickly opened the window. 

"What are you doing here?" You asked. 

"I'm here for you!" 

"Me?" 

"Obviously. Come on down!" He urged.

"Oh Lowie, I don't know if that's such a good idea…"

"Oh come on, [Y/N]! I just want to spend a little more time with you before you hafta leave." 

You looked around. You looked towards the door, and it seemed Oma and Mama were still deep in conversation. "How the heck am I supposed to get down there?" 

"Just jump!"

"Oh hell no--"

"I'll catch you, I promise! Just trust me!"

First and foremost, you threw down a pair of tennis shoes. You then looked at the height of the drop, suddenly feeling a little queasy. You had to overcome your fear, so you took a leap of faith--literally. You jumped out the window with your eyes closed, trusting Lodewijk would catch you. You fell at an awkward angle, so even though he tried to catch you, you just ended up falling on top of him. 

"Ow…" You winced. 

"Are you alright?" He asked. 

"Y-yeah, just a little pain but I'm not injured or anything. You broke my fall." You giggled. 

You got off of him so the both of you could stand up and dust yourselves off and you could put your shoes on. 

You hugged him tightly. "I didn't think I'd ever get to see you again. I missed you so much already!"

"So have I--that's why I'm here! So we can go on one last adventure before you have to go back to Oberhausen!" He said. 

"I--are you sure? Lodewijk, I don't think there's anymore time for adventures--"

"Trust me [Y/N], please?! It'll be super, duper quick!" He promised. 

You looked anxiously back at your window. You didn't really have much of a choice because you couldn't get back up there. You didn't really care though, you wanted to go with him.

The two of you hopped on your bikes and rode into the night, the bright bike lights illuminating your path. You biked through the winding streets of the town and towards the Black Forest. 

"Lodewijk, where exactly are we going?" 

"I have something I want to show you!" He replied, pedaling faster. You followed him into the dark wood onto a path you'd never been on before.

He stopped in a large clearing. You stopped too, nearly crashing into him. 

"Why are we stopping?" You asked.

"Look." He replied simply, pointing at a cluster of trees in the middle. It was quite dark so you could hardly see much of anything, but as your eyes focused on the spot, they began to make out a large treehouse built in the center. You stared at the structure in awe, with its wooden walls and wooden roof, painted in browns and greens to help it blend into the greenery. It had a ladder and even a basket/pulley system. 

"Is this...yours?" 

"Yep. I built it myself." 

"All by yourself?" 

"Yeah, I used to get really bored before you came along so this was one way I spent my time. No one knows about it, so I like to come here when I want to be alone." He explained. 

You hid your bicycles in the thick undergrowth and he followed you up the ladder and into the tree house. 

The inside didn't have much decor, save for a bed, a few lanterns, curtains for the windows, and a small chest you presumed he used to store his belongings. He locked the trap door behind him and requested that you remove your shoes. 

"So….whaddya think?" 

You looked around. "All of it's really amazing! You're really amazing…." You blushed timidly. 

He blushed too. "Thanks, it still has room for improvement though…" 

"So...what now?" You asked. 

He looked away shyly. "[Y/N] I...wanna make love to you one more time before you leave." 

You smirked. "I wouldn't mind but...what if someone finds us?" 

"Trust me, no one will find us here." 

"Do you have the lube and condoms?" 

He kneeled by the chest. "Yeah, I stashed them here." He replied as he removed the two items. 

You sat down on the bed. Because you'd been planning to go to sleep before Lodewijk came to pick you up, all you were wearing was a T-shirt with your favorite band on it, [fav clr] athletic shorts with white piping, and socks. 

"Lowie, hurry up and join me, I'm feeling a little lonely over here by myself~"

"Coming!" He exclaimed, quickly removing his shirt before jumping on top of you. 

He began to kiss your lips as he slipped his hand up your T-shirt, groping your sensitive breast. 

"Annhn~" You moaned quietly. 

Lodewijk removed your shirt entirely. He turned his attention to your girls and began toying with your hard nipples. He lowered his head and licked your left one as he continued to play with the right. You moaned his name when he quickly went from licking to full on sucking. 

"Could you be a little gentler please, they're very sensitive…" You requested. He stopped squeezing your breast so hard and went to light stroking instead. His other hand slipped down your shorts and began groping your butt. Eventually, your shorts and panties were off completely. 

Unexpectedly, he stuck 2 of his fingers inside your moist pussy. You moaned as he started to gently finger you.

In practically no time he discovered your G-spot. "Mmm, yeah. Stay right there." You told him, and he did as he was told. 

You moaned helplessly as you felt that climax feeling gradually come on again. 

"Lowie, I-I think I'm about to come…." You told him as you felt the tightening in your pelvis.  

He slipped his fingers out just as you climaxed. You exhaled, your mind full of bliss. 

"Lowie." You spoke into the quiet darkness. 

"Yes?" He panted, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm ready to take things to the next level." You told him, pulling him close. You whispered in his ear, "Put your big cock inside me Lodewijk, make me feel good~" 

"Will do~" He replied, whipping out his penis, which was already hard and leaking. 

"Don't forget the condom~" You reminded him, removing it from the packaging and rolling it on his dick. He grunted quietly as you ran your hand down it, making sure to get rid of all the air bubbles. You drenched it in lubricant just to be on the safe side.

You laid back down on his bed and spread your legs wide. "Alrighty, I'm all yours~" 

He held your legs open as he booped your entrance with the head of his penis. 

"Are you ready?" He asked. You nodded. 

He attempted to slowly push it in, but all the lubricant caused it to slip in instead. A deep moan escaped his throat as the moist, warm walls of your pussy hugged his member. 

You winced. "Could you go a tad bit slower next time? It's not like I'm going anywhere." 

You chuckled until you remembered that you were actually going somewhere, and then all was quiet. 

Suddenly, he began thrusting into you angrily. He thrusted in and out, in and out, in and out, his balls slapping your ass over and over and over again. 

"Are you...feeling...good yet?" He asked between breaths.

"Oh yes~" You gasped breathlessly, "Keep going, just like that~"

It felt amazing. Like being filled over and over again with warmth and security. Like being pummeled, but enjoying the pain. You knew your girl downstairs was enjoying it, taking his cock was what she was made for. God, he made you feel so good. You didn't want him to stop. 

You pulled him close into a kiss. Your lips separated and your tongues met once more, hugging each other. Lodewijk slowed his pace, his pelvis grinding against you in circular motions. The two of you moaned each other's names into each other's mouths. 

He pulled away and you gazed into each other's eyes. You slowly licked his neck and he moaned softly, shutting his eyes as he relished in the pleasure. 

You began to feel that familiar aching between your legs, the tingle traveling up your spine. 

"Lodewijk, I think I'm gonna…" 

He shushed you gently. "Go ahead and come for me, babe." 

It felt like a wave crashing over you. He began thrusting harder and harder, giving you the stimulation you so desperately desired. You couldn't think, couldn't speak. Your back arched until you felt like you couldn't take it anymore. Lodewijk began moaning too as he finished inside of you. 

After getting it all out, he collapsed on top of you, the both of you gasping for air. 

He exhaled deeply. "God, that was good."

_____

You were lying together naked in bed--your limbs intertwined--engulfed in each other's warmth.

 He gazed into your eyes as he gently stroked your cheek. "I love you, [Y/N]."

"I love you too, Lodewijk."

"....I don't want them to take you away."

"Me neither."

"Well if that's true, then you don't have to go. We could run away together!" He suggested. 

"...Where the heck would we go?" 

"Anywhere we want! We'd live life on the edge. It wouldn't be so scary though, I'd be there to protect you." 

You nuzzled your head in his bare chest, not saying anything. He must've been able to tell you weren't crazy about the idea, for he dropped the subject and turned to running his hand through your hair instead. 

Personally, Lodewijk saw running away as the only option. No one understood you, not Kooky and not your parents. But still...deep down….he hoped that one day, Kooky would understand. He hoped that one day he might feel love and be embraced by its bliss. He would finally understand what it was like to love and be loved by someone else. Maybe then he'd stop being so grumpy all the time. 

Suddenly, through the curtains on the windows, Lodewijk noticed a bright light. You didn't notice anything until you heard dogs barking outside. 

"Lowie, what's going on?" You asked nervously. 

"I-I don't know." He replied as he slipped out of bed in nothing but his briefs to check out the commotion. 

He stealthily peeked through the curtains. "Th-there are police officers and their dogs." 

"[Y/N] [L/N], ARE YOU IN THERE?" One officer bellowed. 

"Wh-what do we do?" You whispered.

"Nothing." He replied quickly. "Just stay low and stay quiet and they'll move on. They don't know for sure if you're in here or not--"

"[Y/N] [L/N], WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE SO PLEASE JUST EXIT THE TREEHOUSE IMMEDIATELY. YOUR MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER ARE WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!" Another officer shouted. 

You noticed Lodewijk didn't budge at all, but you were beginning to get worried. You thought about everything he'd proposed, but you couldn't do it, you just couldn't. 

You picked up your shorts from the floor and began getting dressed. 

"Lodewijk, I have to go back." 

"No, you don't--"

"Yes, I do. I'm sorry Lowie but I can't just leave my whole life behind. I may not always like my mom, but I can't leave her. I have to go back to high school, so I can eventually go to university. I have my whole life ahead of me, I can't just throw all that away!" 

You held his head in your hands and looked into his sad, dark eyes. "It was fun while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end. Who knows? Maybe I might come back next year." 

You planted a kiss on his lips for the very last time. You then walked past him and put your shoes back on your feet before opening the trap door and climbing down the ladder. 

"[Y/N] [L/N]?" One of the officers asked you. 

"Yep, that's me."

"Are you alone? Your grandmother speculated that you might've been kidnapped by your friend Lodewijk." He informed you. 

"Yeah, I came all the way out here by myself and I decided to hide in this cool abandoned tree house I found." You lied, not wanting to get Lodewijk in trouble. 

"That was a very dangerous stunt, kiddo, but I guess all that matters is that you're safe and sound. Come on, we'll escort you back home." 

You grabbed your bike from the bushes and followed the officers out of the forest. Oma and Mama were waiting for you, and ran up to hug you as soon as you emerged from the wood. You could tell they were asking you tons of questions but you weren't really listening, as thoughts of leaving Lodewijk filled your mind.

The following day, you and Mama got on the road early, saying she wanted to get you out of that crazy town as soon as possible. You'd hugged Oma goodbye before getting in your mother's Audi again. Your mother was yapping about something but you weren't really listening, her voice only muffled noise in the background. You flipped through your summer photo album, primarily filled with pictures of Lodewijk. You never would've guessed that handsome stranger in the spring would've turned out to be one of the most beautiful people you'd ever known. 

Your eyes slowly filled with tears as you gazed out the window, watching the familiar buildings and people go by. 

"Goodbye Oma…."

 
                                                        "Goodbye Wolfach…."
 
                                
 "Goodbye Lodewijk." 

~~~The End~~~