Save a Dance For Me. (Sequel to Love Suicide, a Ryder Lynn Love Story)

I'm a Natural Selection.

"Hallo Kleines! Schauen Sie, wie groß Sie bekommen haben , Hans ! Bringen Sie im Gepäck ! (Hello little one! Look how big you've gotten, Hans! Bring in the luggage!!)" My Oma nearly kicked the door down, grabbed my face and squished it.

"Hallo Oma, Wie geht es dir? (How are you?)" My Oma and Opa speak only German, but I like when they visit, that way I can actually speak German for once.

My Opa dumped the luggage into my cousin Klaus's arms and hugged me tightly. "Wunderbare Kleinen , und wie der Präsident tun werden in dem großen Haus? (Wonderful little one, and how's are president doing in the big house?)" He thinks I'm the President of the United States.

"Es wird große Opa , lassen Sie mich Ihnen zu Ihrem Zimmer. (It's going great Opa, let me show you to your room)." I laughed, he hooked his arm through mine and I took my Oma's hand and lead them to the stairs.

"Scarlet! Ryder's on the phone!" Melody called back.

Oma raised her eyebrows at me, "Was ist Ryder ? (What is Ryder?)."

"Er ist ein Freund Oma." I blushed, and told them what room they'd be staying in.

"Kleine hat einen Freund. (Little One has a Boyfriend)." Opa chuckled, leading my Oma up the stairs. I blushed harder and took the phone from Melody.

"Thanks." She smiled at me and went back to dinner. "Hello?"

"Hey Scar, how's everything?"

I took a seat down on the couch and watched all 12 of my relative's move into my house. "I'm feeling a little cramped right now actually."

"How many are there?" He chuckled.

"12. I have no idea how we've fit them all in. My basement looks like a refuge camp."

Melody tapped her spoon against my head, trying to grab my attention. "Invite Ryder for dinner!"

"Ryder, would you like to come for dinner and meet pretty much everyone?"

I could feel the hesitation, meeting 12 of my German relative's, and only 4 of them speak any English. I wouldn't want to do that either. "Okay, but tomorrow you've got to come to my house and meet some of my relative's."

"Deal." I nodded to Melody, and she skipped back into the Kitchen setting another place at our already crowded table. "I never knew 15 people could fit at our dinning-room table, that's shocking."

"I feel honored, but when they ask us if we're dating. What do I say?" He gulped. Obviously not wanting me to get worked up about this topic again.

"I don't know, we'll think of something when it comes to it. Drinks start at 6, see you then." Then I clicked the phone off and put it back on the rack. What am I going to wear?

**

A green plaid shirt, dirty sneakers, ripped jeans, white shirt, and unbrushed hair. This is what Ryder thought would be appropriate to meet my family in.

"You look ." He commented, running a hand through his hair, only messing it up more.

"Jesus Christ, they're going to chew you up and spit you out." I said breathlessly. He was a goner.

"Wer ist an der Tür Kleine? (Who's at the door little one?" Opa called. I grabbed Ryder's hand and shoved him up the stairs.

"Go to my room I will be right there." I hissed at him. "Nur eine Person, die versucht , mir etwas zu verkaufen! Ist es in Ordnung Opa! (Just someone trying to sell me something, it's okay Opa!)" After my Grandpa went back into the lounge room I ran up the stairs and into my room. "I can't believe I forgot to tell you this is a fancy dinner."