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The Party

(12/30/2017)

It is late in the afternoon, and Michael Baxter sits at his computer desk. The bored eighteen-year-old human brushes the wheat colored hair away from his dark blue eyes. He sighs as he browses the Internet, waiting for his friends to arrive. He glances at the clock on the bottom right of his computer screen. It reads “9:41 PM". His friends are now almost an hour late. He jumps as someone suddenly taps their knuckles on the frame of his partially opened door.

“Jesus Christ!" Michael exclaims.

“Sorry."

He turns in his chair to see his father, Max, standing in the doorway. His father, a Voeldahn with canine features, wheat colored hair, dark blue eyes, and a dense coat of light grey fur stands at the door. His smiles at his son and takes a step inside the room, his bushy tail swaying gracefully.

“What up?" Mike asks.

“Just coming to check on you." Max replies.

He sits on the edge of Michael's bed, looking over at his computer screen. He chuckles at the sight of several images of Voeldahn women wearing skimpy clothes and in provocative poses. Mike quickly grabs hold of the mouse and clicks the minimize button at the top of the page, bringing him back to the desktop.

“Well it's good to know that one day I'll have grandchildren." His father quips.

“Seriously, Dad… What do you want?" Mike grumbles.

“So hostile… Can't a father want to see his son, just because he loves him and wonders what he is up too?"

“No." The boy smirks.

“It's that attitude that makes me wonder why I shot you into your mother's womb." Max chuckles.

“Gross, Dad… We both know that you don't just show up to see me anymore." Mike retorts.

“I respect your privacy, just like your grandparents did with me… But now that you mention it… Do you think you could watch Trenton tonight?" His father asks.

“See! I knew it. What if I had plans?" Mike growls.

“Making plans is the best way to make God laugh." Max snickers. “Besides, your buddies were supposed to be here at nine. I think it's safe to say that they ditched you."

“Trenton is three-years-old! What the hell am I supposed to do while you and Mom are… What are you two doing anyway?" He asks.

His mother, Sasha, suddenly walks in. The Caucasian human woman with blonde hair and green eyes slips in through the opened door. She stands beside her husband, resting her hands on his shoulders, before taking a seat beside him on her son's bed.

“You set me up…" Mike shakes his head.

“Sorry Son." Sasha remarks.

“Okay… Same question. Go." He points to his mother.

“That family reunion we are going to tomorrow… Well, Aunt Tabitha is staying in town with her new husband and step-daughter. We haven't seen them since she remarried, and it'd be nice to go over and say hi." Sasha almost pleads with her son.

“That's right! She has a step-kid now! What was her name again? Sally? Haley?" Max turns to his wife.

Sasha shrugs her shoulders, then turns back to her son.

“See? We don't even know her name. 'Hey sis! How's your new husband and what's-her-name treating you?' Do you really want to embarrass us like that at the reunion tomorrow?" Sasha asks.

“Sure I do!" Mike exclaims with a sly grin.

“What a nice boy you are." Max chuckles.

A sudden shrill scream grabs everyone's attention. Michael takes his cell phone from his pocket, swiping his thumb across the wailing phone. He places it to his ear.

“What up?" He asks the caller. “Oh yeah? … Alright… Sure… No, I didn't make any plans… … Yeah… Killer… I'll see you in a few!"

Michael taps the screen, ending the call before pocketing his phone.

“For real?" Sasha tilts her head slightly.

“Yup."

“So, they needed a ride and remembered that you're the only one with a car." Max laughs.

“Leave me alone. I'll see you guys later tonight." Mike grumbles.

He rises from his chair and grabs his black leather jacket, slipping it on before taking his keys off his dresser. He waves the hand that holds the keys at his parents, as though he were taunting them, then quickly exits the room.

“I'm pretty sure he gets that from you." Max remarks to his wife.

“I think it's a fifty-fifty split." She chuckles. “I guess I'll call the babysitter. Say goodbye to forty bucks!"

Max sits at his son's computer, opening the screen to close down his browser.

“Well… At least he has good taste in women." He laughs.

He turns, seeing Sasha crossing her arms as she glares at him. He quickly closes the browser and shuts down the tower.

“Good boy…" She murmurs.

Mike walks through the house, seeing his baby brother Trenton playing with a set of toy tools in the hallway near his bedroom door. He gives his brother a wide berth, quickly heading for the living room and out the front door. Parked alongside the curb in their upper-middle-class neighborhood sits Michael's car, a 2015 Dodge Charger in cobalt blue, with two black racing stripes. He deactivates the alarm before hopping into his car, the dark window tint quickly hiding the boy who sits inside his two-year-old vehicle. He turns the key and the engine roars to life.

He places the car in gear and slams his black combat boot hard on the accelerator, squealing the tires as he takes off. He turns on his radio, playing his favorite band, Five Finger Death Punch. He cranks up the volume as he runs several yellow lights on his way to the first stop. He pulls up in front of a house in a middle-class neighborhood a few miles away. His friend Troy stands at the curb, waiting for him. Michael turns the car, as if to run right into his buddy. He slams on his brakes, screeching to a halt at the edge of the curb, something he does often.

The Caucasian human's shoulder length brown hair blows in the breeze as the car roars up to him. He stands there in grey jeans and a matching denim jacket with a black American flag printed on the back. He takes a final drag of his cigarette before stomping it out on the curb and climbing into the front passenger seat of the car. He bumps knuckles with his buddy in a silent greeting before Mike peels out again, heading for the next house.

Turning a corner a few houses down, the duo sees a Voeldahn boy with the features of a mouse. His long, fleshy tail sits over his lap as he waits for his ride to arrive. His chocolate brown fur and long black hair flutter in the gentle breeze of the warm spring air. He sees the car approaching and lifts his head, a black leather collar with metal studs around his neck. He rises to his feet, the chains on his black pants clanking. He waves at the car, his hand wrapped in a fingerless glove. Mike and Troy park in the driveway as the boy approaches, opening the rear passenger door.

“What up, Derek?" Michael asks.

“Sup Mike. Troy." Derek looks at the two humans.

“My, you're looking sufficiently dangerous tonight." Troy remarks.

“Had to get on my best vestments if I'm going to make an impression. I don't think I've actually had sex since Christmas, and that shit ain't right." Derek says.

“Getting thirsty, eh?" Troy quietly chuckles.

“So, who told you about this party, anyway?" Michael asks.

“Josh, of course… The only one who's not here yet." Troy answers.

“Sweet." Mike slams his foot on the accelerator again.

Turning a few more corners, they enter a slightly more upscale neighborhood, though none of them are quite on par with Mike's. Sitting atop the curb near a mailbox is a Voeldahn boy. The boy keeps his knees to his chest as his fluffy tail sways in the breeze. The rabbit boy's tall ears twitch as he hears the car quickly approaching. He stands tall, his black fur gleaming when struck by the headlights of Michael's car. The car screeches to a halt, the bumper barely a foot away from the boy's legs. A black tinted window rolls down before Troy leans out of the car like a dog.

“Sup, Josh!" He waves happily.

“Yo." Josh waves back.

His short-sleeved button-up shirt is unbuttoned, sitting over an orange t-shirt. His black jeans are tucked into his black Voeldahn boots. The gold piercing in his right nostril of his stubby nose glistens underneath the street light as he walks around to the rear driver's side door. He slips into the car as Michael turns in his seat, looking back at Josh.

“All dressed up?" He asks.

“Got to be for this one." Josh answers. “It's Mackenzie's house, bro."

“No shit?!" Derek exclaims in surprise.

“And she invited us?!" Troy asks.

“Yeah… Sort of…" Josh scratches his head as his blue eyes look away from his friends.

“Killer." Mike murmurs.

Taking off, he drives back to his own neighborhood. Mackenzie is the most influential of the clique of popular girls, and a cheerleader. She is probably the last person to be seen with these boys, if not for the fact that Josh had previously dated her, and many of her friends, in the past. Derek cracks his knuckles as Troy nervously lights a cigarette. Michael prepares for a confrontation as people turn to the infamous car; the Charger and its driver are well known amongst the faculty and students of John. F. Kennedy High School.

It screeches to a stop in front of the house, sitting for a moment as a few girls and preppy boys turn and point to the car, the tinted windows blocking their view. The lights turn off and the engines shuts down before all four doors open almost simultaneously. Troy and Derek step out, to the surprise of many of the party guests. They quietly chatter amongst themselves, but all voices silence when Josh steps out, followed finally by Michael. They shut the doors and walk away from the car.

Michael activates the alarm as he looks over some of the guests. He recalls winning a fight with the jock over by the swinging bench on the front porch. He can't help but wave to the Jock and his prospective lover as they sit on the bench, holding red plastic cups of some unknown, probably alcoholic beverage. The squad of misfits enter the house, loud hip-hop music playing. Josh cringes at both the sheer volume, and the god-awful beat. He approaches the radio and opens the glass door, quickly turning it down a few decibels. A human girl storms around the corner.

“Hey, who the fuck touched my radi-" She begins to yell.

She stops in her tracks when she sees Josh. Her angry scowl quickly turns into a blush, and followed shortly by a nervous grin, complete with cutely biting her bottom lip. The light skinned Hispanic girl twists her fingers through her already wavy brown hair. Her other hand waves at the boys, or more specifically, Josh.

“Hey Josh… I didn't know you were coming by." She coos.

“Hey Mackenzie. I just figured I'd say 'what up'. I hope that's alright." Josh replies, grinning slyly as he approaches her.

The three remaining boys breathe a sigh of relief. Luckily for them, Josh is one of the most popular of all of the kids at school. He's as close to 'The Fonz' as they would ever see in their lifetime. Josh rests a hand on the wall as Mackenzie stands in the archway. She is quickly followed by her entourage of popular girls, who stop at the sight of Josh and his three more infamous friends. He looks up at the girls, flashing a pleasant smile. They stop in their tracks and look to their leader, who seems hypnotized by the black furred rabbit boy.

“I brought along my homies. I hope that's alright." He speaks softly, leaning close to Mackenzie.

“N-no… T-th-that's fine." She mutters.

Josh brushes his snout against her cheek rather sensually.

“Good. Do you think we could talk for a bit?" He asks her.

“Y-yeah… S-sure. Whatever you want!" She grins wide.

“Seriously?" A girl asks.

“Fuck off for a bit. I'll be back." Mackenzie barks at her cronies.

She takes Josh by the hand and quickly leads him up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. The entourage look at the three remaining boys, glaring at them for a moment before quickly dispersing. A lone girl remains behind, looking at the boys. She doesn't seem to understand what all the fuss is about, and doesn't recognize any of them; none of the boys have seen her before. She waves at them, smiling faintly before following behind the other girls, leaving the boys standing there.

Michael can't help but look her over. The Voeldahn girl has distinct canine features, with soft looking off-white fur, a long snout, black nose, and large ears that are almost as big as Josh's. They flop over near the base and rest over themselves, the tips sitting level with her icy blue eyes on either side of her head. Her white hair matches her fur and is pulled up into a high ponytail, though it looks as if it could easily reach to her mid-back, were she to release it. Around her neck is a black fabric collar that looks like it may be made of silk, with a little golden human skull dangling from it. She wears a light blue blouse that drapes over her shoulders. The loose-fitting garment sways as she moves, further accentuating her slim, hourglass figure and considerable bust.

Her black and light blue plaid skirt hugs her waist and stops almost perfectly between her knees and buttocks. A small gap sits between her blouse and the skirt, revealing a bit of midriff. Long white stockings cover her legs, which sit inside of shiny black Voeldahn boots. Her bushy tail has a streak of black fur that runs through the top portion; it sways as she glances at Michael, her faint smile growing wider as she passes the intrigued human boy. Michael turns as he watches her walk away. He finds her quite attractive. Troy suddenly nudges Mike in the ribs.

“You should go for it." He says, leaning closer to his friend.

“Maybe…" Michael sighs.

“Bro, you can't be stuck on that bitch forever. Katrina cheated on you, and you aren't even together anymore. Go enjoy yourself." Derek adds.

Michael shrugs and looks around the corner, looking into the kitchen where the girls had been tucked away before their arrival.

“I'm getting laid ASAP." Derek comments.

He turns and walks away from the others. After a moment, Troy walks off in a different direction, leaving Michael alone by the radio. Michael stands there, in the middle of a party with a bunch of preps and jocks that he both doesn't really know, and somewhat dislikes. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, helping himself to a bottle of beer made of vibrant green glass. He doesn't even drink, but hopes that holding and occasionally sipping the piss-water will make him stand out slightly less. He returns to the living room and spies a black leather loveseat with no one on it. He sits down and looks around the room.

A few terrible songs play on the radio, which no one has dared to turn back up; Michael is quite thankful for that. He sits quietly on the loveseat and spots his friend across the room. To his surprise, Derek is flirting with one of the girls from Mackenzie's entourage. Heather, a Voeldahn cat girl with orange and cream tabby fur and short cut red hair, is one of the cheerleaders on Mackenzie's squad, and a close friend of hers. Standing alone with Derek, near the staircase, she seems to actually enjoy a conversation with the punk rocker mouse. She even reaches out and touches him as he stands close to her.

Now curious, Michael stands up and leaves the living room. He begins searching the house for Troy. He enters a packed game room in the exceptionally large abode. There in a corner, on an oversized Lay-Z-Boy chair, sits Troy. Vanessa is planted firmly atop his lap, her legs over to one side as she leans into him. Vanessa isn't a cheerleader, but the African American human is quite popular with both faculty and students, and is the class vice-president, despite her gothic appearance. Troy runs his fingers through her natural, shoulder length black hair, her black lipstick smearing on his face as the two vigorously make-out.

Shocked, Michael leaves the room and explores the house. He had since forgotten that Josh was with Mackenzie, and heads up the stairs to share the news with his good friend. He sees several rooms with open doors. Some are guest rooms while others serve a specific purpose; one houses exercise equipment, while another appears to be a small dojo or dance hall. He passes a closed door where he can hear grunting and moaning emanating from within. The grunting voice sounds a bit like Josh, while the moans sound like Mackenzie. Michael flushes and quickly heads back downstairs.

As he steps off the staircase, he turns back to Derek who leans in and casually necks Heather; she seems to enjoy it. She takes him by the hand and leads Derek past Michael, quickly heading upstairs. Michael can't believe that he is the odd man out. He returns to the loveseat, but stops a few meters away when he sees the cute Voeldahn girl from earlier. She looks equally out of place, her hands resting atop each leg as her snout points toward the ground. She seems to be looking over her own boots. Her pensive demeanor makes Michael feel sorry for her.

For a brief moment, Michael doesn't feel so bad for being the only one left to his own devices. The thought is followed by a sudden rush of guilt. He decides that his friends are right, and that he should try and enjoy the party, and so should the unknown girl. He decides then and there to try and make her feel more comfortable. He feels nervous as he approaches the girl on the loveseat, not having talked to a girl besides Katrina since he was sixteen. The couple only recently broke up, after nearly two years together, and Michael suddenly doubts his ability to talk to women.

“Oh, hi!" The girl says to him.

Michael stands there for a moment, like a deer in headlights, no longer able to back away unnoticed. He smiles and waves with the hand that holds the beer.

“Is that for me?" She asks, leaning back.

“No, I don't drink… Wait…" Michael mentally facepalms.

The girl giggles, grinning at him. He sets the bottle down on a small table near the loveseat, and sits beside her. He can smell her perfume; it's quite lovely.

“I'm sorry. Let's start over. I'm Michael. It's a pleasure to meet you." He says with a little grin.

He reaches out a hand to her. She looks down at it for a moment, then glances back up to him. Their eyes lock.

“Allison…" She says, taking his hand. “But my friends call me Ally."

“That's pretty." He smiles wider. “So, what brings you here? I've never seen you before, Ally. Do you go to JFK high?"

“No. I live out of state. I'm up here with family for a bit though. Mackenzie and I used to be best friends. We went through elementary and middle school together before I moved away. We kept in touch, so when I told her I was coming to town, she invited me." Ally explains.

“Oh. That's cool."

“Not really… I don't know anyone here, besides her. After she left with that friend of yours, the other girls just kind of left me behind…" She says solemnly.

“I'm sorry… Well, you know me now, and I'd never ditch such a cute girl. I mean a nice girl!" He quickly corrects himself.

Ally giggles again.

“You're sweet… Cute too. I suppose you already knew that though." She says.

“I guess I do now, although the smile and tail wagging was kind of a giveaway."

“So where are your friends?" She turns in her seat to face him.

“They ditched me too. I get the feeling I was just a convenient ride over here." He says with a sigh.

“I'm sorry…"

“It's cool." He shrugs.

He looks over to her for a moment; they silently gaze between each other and the floor. She suddenly turns back, scooting slightly closer as she does. Michael slides closer to her as well, their arms nearly touching. After a nervous moment, they both begin to speak to each other, both pausing to chuckle and apologize. They begin sharing little details about one another, and quickly discover that they hold quite a bit in common, aside from having friends who are willing to quickly abandon them.

They both share the same taste in music, and even have the same favorite band. Their favorite color is blue, albeit different shades, and they even like the same foods. They talk for quite some time as they get to know each other. They become absorbed with one another. Troy walks by with Vanessa, attempting to get Michael's attention, but he ignores him. He smiles as he sees Michael and the new girl talking rather intently with one another, and ceases his prodding. Troy leaves the house and enters Vanessa's car; the pair quickly disappears down the road toward her home.

The conversation takes a turn, and Michael leans closer. He finally asks the all-important question.

“So… Do you have a boyfriend?" He nervously speaks.

“No…" She grins. “Do you?"

“No… I mean, I only like girls!" Michael's face turns red.

“I hope so." She giggles.

“My girlfriend and I broke up a while ago. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm not very good at this." He explains.

“You're doing just fine." She says as she narrows her eyes.

“Really? Hmm…" He seems to think.

After a brief moment of silence, he suddenly leans in, giving the girl a sudden kiss. Though surprised, she isn't upset; she would have been much more disappointed had he not attempted it at all. As he leans back from her, she grins even wider, bearing her sharp teeth. She leans closer. He rests a hand gently on her cheek, his thumb at the base of her snout. He leans back in and kisses her again. Soon, their tongues wrestle with each other as they make-out on the black leather loveseat. She grabs onto the boy, holding him tightly as they publicly enjoy each other.

Michael can feel the blood rushing to his loins as his heart flutters. Ally feels the same, a little fire quickly engulfing her insides. They desire each other, and they both seem to subconsciously know it. Without hesitation, Michael rises from the loveseat, extending a hand to her.

“Where are we going, mister?" She asks sweetly.

“Upstairs, miss." He winks.

She can feel the burning moving lower in her body as her desire grows. She takes ahold of the boy's hand, feeling his soft skin with her thumb. He leads her up the stairs and into a random guest room. Though several were open before, a few now have doors closed. They enter a room and shut the door behind them. Ally presses in the button, locking the door. She walks toward the bed, as Michael reaches out for the knob. He silently chuckles to himself, seeing that Ally has already locked the door for him.

His confidence now boosted, he moves toward the bed, where she sits and waits for him. He sits beside her, resting a hand just behind her firm buttocks and the other on her thigh. He kisses her again, on the side of her snout. She turns her head to him and they resume the make-out session that they had put on hold downstairs. She feels the fire settling between her legs as Michael leans into her, lying her down on the bed. They stop for a moment to scoot up toward the pillows.

She lies on her back, while Michael lies alongside her, holding himself up by an elbow. She places a hand on his face as they keep kissing each other. Michael's free hand explores her body, sliding up and underneath her blouse. He feels the bottom wire of her bra, before pushing it over her breasts to get a better feel. She moans as he touches her. With a hand on his cheek, her free hand slides down his body and rests over his erection, which hides within his black jeans. She pulls down the zipper as he fondles her breasts, and slips her hand inside.

They can't believe how quickly they're adapting to this situation. Neither of them have ever done anything like this before. Michael slides his hand down her body, over her flat stomach, and onto her thigh. After a brief moment of hesitation, he slides the hand up and underneath her skirt, resting it over her panties. He gently touches her through her underwear, and she moans louder. She partially opens her eyes and looks at her partner, desiring him in the worst, or perhaps the best way. She grips his member in her hand, then pulls her hand out and tries to undo the top button.

He removes his hand and stands from the bed, to her surprise. He begins by taking off his boots and leather jacket, then undoing his pants completely and removing them, before finally pulling his shirt over his head. Ally sits on the bed, gazing longingly at him.

“I really like humans…" She suddenly says.

“That's good. I really like Voeldahn." He remarks.

He drops his underwear to the ground and kneels on the bed, approaching the still fully clothed girl. He slowly removes her boots for her, then her stockings. Her feet are covered in the same shade of black fur that's on the top of her tail. The four toes of her digitigrade feet are tipped with well-pedicured white claws. As he strips her of her clothes, she reaches out and holds his considerable member, stroking and admiring it. He slowly peels away her blue panties, pulling them from her body. She leans up as he reaches for her blouse and bra, finally removing them as well.

She opens her mouth and inserts him into it, tasting his flesh. He looks down at her and groans. He looks over her body for a moment and sees a large streak of black fur that reaches from her tail and up along her back. After a moment, he pulls her from him and lies her back down. She removes the skirt herself, her final article of clothing beside her collar, and tosses it aside. He kneels between her legs, as she prepares herself; she rests her hands on his shoulders. He leans on his elbows and knees above her, poised to enter her, when she suddenly hesitates.

“Wait!" She says.

“What's wrong?" He asks, looking up at her.

“Do you have a condom?" She asks.

His eyes widen in sheer horror. The dreaded condom has reared its ugly latex head once again. Not only that, but Michael doesn't have one.

“Uh… No, I don't think so…" He laments.

Michael fully prepares himself to go home frustrated. Ally pauses for a moment.

“Grab my boots. They have little pockets on the sides." She tells him.

He takes a boot from the edge of the bed and opens the pocket. To his surprise, it isn't just a decoration, but is the perfect size for a little square packet. He removes the familiar square foil from its hiding place and holds it. Ally sits up for a moment.

“My step-mom makes me keep them. She says it makes her feel better. She must think I'm some kind of slut or something." Allison grumbles.

“Oh… Well you're not." Mike remarks. “So… Do you really want me to wear it, or should I just pull out like a porn star?" He smirks, trying to make light of the situation.

Allison giggles and lies back down. She gazes at the human boy as he kneels between her legs. She grins wide.

“You decide." She winks.

He leans back over her, dropping the condom atop the bed as he begins kissing her again and again. He slowly and carefully enters her, causing her to gasp. Her body is on fire; it almost burns him as he inserts himself. Her hands hold his back, her claws raking at his flesh. She necks him as he quickly begins to work. They grunt and groan as they enjoy each other, switching positions several times. Quite a bit of time passes before the lovers have finally finished with each other. Michael lies in the bed beside Ally as she breathes heavily. He looks over to her, suddenly feeling badly.

“I'm sorry I didn't… Well…" He says.

“It's alright. I wasn't letting you anyway." She winks.

“I know, I felt it. I just feel the need to apologize anyway." He smiles.

“Such a sweet boy you are." She smiles back.

She turns over and kisses his cheek, before they share a much more passionate kiss, their lips pressed firmly together. They lie in the bed for a moment, snuggling with each other. They finally begin to notice the intense quiet that has settled over the house. They both rise from the bed. Michael slips on his underwear and walks to the window. Ally finds her panties and stockings, pulling them up as she sits at the edge of the bed. She returns the unused condom to the pocket sewn onto her shiny black boots.

“Is it over?" She asks.

“Seems that way. There's only a few cars left." He replies.

He turns back and smiles at her. He pulls up his pants and sits beside her as she clips her bra closed, taking a moment to adjust it. She looks over, seeing his warm gaze.

“You know… That was the most fun I'd had in a long time." She rather sheepishly admits.

“Yeah? Same here. I hadn't felt this good in years. The last time was when my Dad gave me a dirt bike for my fifteenth birthday." He chuckles.

“I like bikers." Ally winks.

After they are fully dressed, they walk toward the door. Michael stops as his hand touches the knob. He doesn't really want the night to end at this doorway; he genuinely likes this girl.

“Hey… Do you want to go out and get something to eat? I know an all-night diner we could go to. I'm buying." He smiles.

The girl smiles back and rests a hand over his. She leans in and gives him a gentle kiss.

“That'd be very nice." She replies.

Excited, they exit the house, which now holds only a few party guests. He shows her to his car, opening the door for her like a true gentleman. They drive to the diner, and Michael is careful not frighten her with his usual antics. They sit in the diner and order two very large, very rare cheeseburgers, which they both enjoy. They continue talking for over an hour, before Michael and Ally simultaneously yawn. He offers to drive her to wherever her and her family are staying while in town.

Though disappointed that the night is coming to an end, they know that they can't stay out forever. She directs him to a rather classy hotel, where she calls her father and step-mother, telling them of her arrival. Michael pulls into the lot and parks at the front door. He exits the car, opening her door for her.

“You're so sweet." She smiles.

“Do I get a tip?" He winks.

She leans in and gives him one last kiss.

“Actually, I was hoping we could trade numbers. You only live a state away, and I have a car… Wink, nudge." He remarks.

“You'd drive all that way to see me?" She asks in surprise.

“Sure I would. Wouldn't you?" He chuckles.

“You're something special." She says, handing him her phone.

He quickly adds himself to her contacts list, then texts himself with her phone before handing it back to her. She giggles as his phone screams, smiling as she looks at her phone. Taking out his own, he saves her number and texts her back, though she stands right next to him. She giggles when she reads the text, and gives him a hug. They say goodbye and Michael watches her walk past the front desk and step into the elevator. Sighing happily, he climbs into his car and very calmly drives back home.

As he parks alongside the street, he notices that his parents are both home. Did they return a little while ago, or did they even leave? He leaves his car in its usual spot, locking the doors and activating the alarm with his key fob. He carefully and quietly enters the house, looking around the living room. The house is dark, and he hears no noise. As he steps through the room, a light turns on, startling him.

“Do you know what time it is?" Max asks his son.

“Uh… No?" Michael replies, shrugging his shoulders.

“I was almost about to consider worrying about you. Thank God I don't have a daughter." Max chuckles.

He walks up to his son and embraces him. He suddenly sniffs the air.

“You… You smell like perfume…" Max comments.

He takes a step back as Michael smirks, shrugging his shoulders again.

“It's late and we have to get to that family reunion tomorrow morning. I suggest you shower and get to bed." Max tells him.

Michael complies, quickly heading upstairs to his room. He suddenly hears his phone screaming. He picks up the phone and views the text message.

“Hey. Had a great time. ???? Can't wait 2 see u again." Ally's message reads.

Smiling wide, he texts her back. After a few texts, they wish each other goodnight. Tired and relieved of all his excess stress, he lies down for a moment, passing out without even brushing his teeth. He is suddenly shaken awake by his father. Max looks sternly as his son as he grumbles and groans, struggling to sit up on his bed.

“You didn't even wash her off, did you?" Max begins.

“I uh… I forgot… I was tired." Michael mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

“Damnit, Mike. You really need to knock off this punk attitude. You know your mother is going to kill me if you don't at least pretend that you're my spawn. I very much enjoy being alive, thank you." Max playfully scolds him.

“Sorry, Dad." Michael lowers his head, feeling genuine bad.

“It's alright… Just change your clothes, use some mouthwash and meet us downstairs. We're leaving in fifteen. Don't worry about breakfast either. There will be food there." Max says, patting his son on the shoulder.

He quickly leaves the room, leaving Michael to struggle to get up. He checks his phone to see an unread text message from Ally, who sent it about twenty minutes earlier.

“Good morning. Stuck with family. ? Rather be stuck with u." It reads.

Smiling, he responds to her text, quickly apologizing for the delay, and telling her that he feels the same. He hurriedly dresses and brushes his teeth before rushing downstairs. His parents wait anxiously, his mother holding his little brother Trenton.

“Thanks for making us hire a babysitter last night. I really appreciate that." Sasha facetiously tells her soon.

“Anytime!" He smirks.

They enter the family SUV, Michael sitting behind his father who takes the driver's seat. Mike and Ally text back and forth throughout the drive, before arriving at a large building. It is a restaurant and dinning hall, often rented out for family reunions, weddings, and wakes. They exit the vehicle and walk into the hall, quickly greeted by family members on his mother's side, whom Michael hadn't seen in years, if ever. They walk into the main hall, where a familiar face greets him.

“Hi, Aunt Tabitha." Michael says with a wave.

His aunt greets him, then his father, little brother, and her sister Sasha. Sasha and her sister chat for a while; Max holds Trenton. Michael stands off to the side texting Ally.

“How long has it been?" Tabitha asks.

“Almost three years." Sasha replies.

“God, I can't believe it has been that long! You never came to my wedding either, sis!" Tabitha continues.

“Yeah, I'm sorry. We had a lot going on at the time. I was struggling with a new baby, plus my adult baby over there…" Sasha begins.

“I can hear you." Max remarks.

“And then his work schedule made it difficult. I'm really sorry… I sent a card though!" Sasha continues.

“Whatever, bitch." Tabitha laughs. “You need to meet my new family! Darren!" She turns and calls out.

A Voeldahn dog man walks up them. Max and Sasha seem quite surprised. Michael looks up with his eyes, silently chuckling as he shakes his head. He looks back down at his phone, waiting for Ally to respond to his last text.

“So you're Darren. I've heard a lot about you and your daughter… Uh… Er…" Max hesitates.

“Yeah, sure you have." Darren laughs. “Where is she anyway?" He looks around.

“Oh, I see her…" Tabitha remarks. “Ally!"

Michael's eyes shoot up. A family member with the same name as his potential girlfriend? Suddenly, his phone goes off. He looks at the text.

“Brb"

“Oh shit…" Michael's eyes grow wide.

He quickly moves next to his father. To his shock and horror, Allison, the very girl from the party, stands before him. Her eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open.

“Ally, this is your Aunt Sasha, her husband Max, and their kids Michael and little Trenton." Tabitha introduces them.

“See? It's not so bad. You even have a cousin your own age to hang out with!" Darren assures her.

The two teenagers stand there, mouths agape, staring at each other in shock and horror. Her eyes gaze down at Michael's groin as she realizes what she had done last night. Michael looks down as well, then gazes at her belly, suddenly even more terrified. Ally seems to silently experience the same frightening and sickening thought. The parents notice the expressions on the teenager's faces. Max looks back and forth between the two, then recalls his son's behavior last night. He suddenly smells a familiar perfume. He contains his shock just long enough to walk away from the group, taking little Trenton with him.

“What's wrong?" Sasha finally asks, raising an eyebrow.