When Anselm gets the call, her grandfather has died and is informed about a huge amount of money he left her in Berlin, Germany. She packs her and her friends up to travel to Germany to get the money, where along the way, Anselm's friend, Kenzo, ta...
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I woke up with some abdominal pain and felt a strange wetness between my legs. "Oh, please, don't tell me." I thought to myself, while I sat up in bed and looked under the covers to see a massacre looking back at me. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom in Ian and I's bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I hope I didn't wake Ian up by slamming it so hard. My question was answered when I heard my boyfriend's voice.
"Ivor?" He said, "Sweets, Are you alright?"
I had to tell him. "Can you get me a pad, please?" I asked him softly. "Of Course, I can. Do you need new underwear?" Ian replied.
"Yes, and can you tell Cheyenne about what's going on, so, he doesn't think we murdered each other last night." I heard Ian laugh a little at me. "If Chey asks me any type of question, I'll gladly answer it for him." Ian said, " Then I'll run you a warm bath when I come back."
I smiled at my boyfriend's words. I was a lucky guy.
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I was in the kitchen, making breakfast. "Morning, Chey." I turned around to see Kenzo and Kip coming into the kitchen. "Morning, guys. Did you guys have a good night's sleep?"
"I did. I fell asleep in the clothes I came here in," Kip said. "It was rude to tell Kenzo which bed I wanted." The two guys sat down at the table. "Where's Anselm and Lucille?"
"Probably in bed still," Kenzo replied. "Are you and her? You know." I began to speak, but stopped.
"Lucille and I?" Kenzo asked, "Heavens No, we're just friends." I could tell he was lying. "She's a beautiful girl, but I don't think she would want to go out with an ugly German like me."
I kicked Kenzo's leg under the table. "Nonsense," I replied, holding my hands out. "You and Stewart are both good-looking guys." I looked at Kip. "You too."
"Speaking of girls," Kip began, "Do you have a girlfriend?" I knew he was going to ask me that question.
"Well, since we are talking about it," I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "I'm not into girls."
