DISCLAIMER. I DO NOT OWN EITHER DEGRASSI OR THE CHARACTER S IN THIS FAN FICTION.
ENJOY! PROBABLY ONE OF THE LONGEST CHAPTERS.
Adam flickered his eyes open, slowly regaining consciousness. Suddenly, he sprung up. He had fallen asleep again!
He groaned. What is my problem, he thought. Lately he hadn't gotten much sleep. His band was rising in popularity, meaning more gigs, he'd been toiling away at building the set, junior year's academics were hitting him hard, he'd been stressing over his gender counseling, and on top of all of that, he still didn't have someone that loved him.
Adam looked around. No one was there anymore. One small backstage light was left on for him, probably by Imogen. He quickly looked over to the door to make sure that the doorstop was still there. He sighed in relief when it was.
Adam stood up and stretched, and looked at his watch. 9:52pm. It was getting late, and his mom would be wondering where he was. He walked backstage in search of his backpack so he could leave.
Becky quietly tiptoed into the auditorium from its only open entrance, glad that the doorstop was still there. She tried to be as silent as possible in case any janitors were in, for some reason. When she saw that there wasn't, she let out a deep breath and headed straight for the podium at which Imogen was working earlier that day. She opened the drawer there-Bingo. Imogen's notebook. She carefully took it out of its place and began lookin through it. Suddenly she heard a noise.
It was Adam, heading towards the door with his backpack, about to leave. He went to go turn off the last light when he saw Becky, trying to sneak out with the notebook.
"What the hell are you doing?" Adam asked in surprise. Becky looked at him in horror and hid the notebook behind her back.
"Nothing!" Becky said, her heart dropping, knowing she had just sinned by lying. She'd pray for it later.
"That's Imogen's notebook!" Adam saw straight through Becky, "You're trying to ruin the set!"
Becky panicked and started running for the door. Adam quickly chased after her, dropping his backpack, and grabbing her by the arms from behind. He flipped her around and tried tugging at the notebook in her hands. Becky's grip held firm and she held it in her right hand while she used her left side to block of Adam. He pushed her by her left shoulder, pushing her against the wall next to the door. He swiped the notebook from her hands. Becky was frightened; whenever boys pressed girls against walls, it was for very sinful things. But Adam backed away with the notebook, turning to put it back, giving Becky a glare. Becky sighed, before both juniors' hearts sunk when they both heard a Clunk!
The doorstop shifted, closing the door that was locked from the outside.
Adam turned around quickly and looked at the closed door. He quickly ran up to it and tried to open it. No use. It was locked tight. He glared at the shocked and frightened Becky.
"Now look what you did!" Adam exclaimed at the girl, "We're locked in!"
Becky was still very scared. Tears were almost forming in her eyes, looking at the furious Adam, then at the door.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen!" Becky cried.
Adam was calming down a bit, but he was still angry. He walked away and sat on the edge of the stage, laying back and covering his face.
"Ugh, this is just great." Adam said, frustrated. Becky was composing herself a bit.
"H-hey, don't worry. If all goes well, my brother Luke will come and find someone with a key that'll let us out." Becky said reassuringly. Adam removed his hands from his face to look at the girl sternly.
"This building is nothing but layers of concrete. There's no cell reception. Unless he happens to be waiting outside for you to complete your little heist, we're here until morning."
Becky looked off and sat down next to him. There was a silence before Becky spoke up.
"C'mon. Let's pray together," the girl suggested, before lowering her head, and clenching her hands together. Adam looked at her like she was insane, levering himself up halfway with his elbows.
"Dear Heavenly Father, we ask you in your holy name to break us from this prison, Lord, and lead us out from this auditorium as you led your disciples..."
As Becky was in her own world, praying, Adam stood up and checked the door one more time. He grabbed Imogen's notebook and stuffed it in his backpack so that Becky wouldn't try anything funny. Then he grabbed the basket of cookies - that still had some in it - and brought it over to sit next to Becky again.
"...and so Lord that if you do have intention of us being enclosed here for the night that you provide is with food, warmth, and comfort. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen."
Becky opened her eyes to see a basket of cookies, held by a young man she knew as Adam Torres who, now that she looked at him was rather attractive. God answered my prayer, she thought.
"You done yet?" Adam jokingly asked, pulling a cookie from the basket and taking a bite.
"You're not mad at me?" Becky asked curiously after pausing for a second.
"Mm, well, I was, but.. Mm, these ARE good! How do you make them?" Adam asked. Becky giggled.
"A chef never reveals her secrets!" Becky said, her cheerful self showing again. Adam smiled a bit, then sighed. There was an awkward silence.
"I.. I'm sorry we got off on a bad start, Adam," muttered Becky, "I should have at least introduced myself better."
Adam smiled and wiped the crumbs from his mouth. He stretched out his right hand for her to shake.
"Well, stranger, hello there. I'm Adam Torres. And you are?"
Becky couldn't contain her smile. She shook the boy's hand.
"My name's Rebecca, like from the Bible! But most people call me Becky. It's nice to meet you, Adam."
Adam smiled and let go of her hand. He kept his eye contact with her, however. Another awkward silence.
"So, Adam. What, uhm," Becky tried to think of a way to get to know Adam better, "what do you want to do when you grow up?"
"Actually, I really don't know," Adam sighed, "I've been bouncing around on that for the past two years. Uhm, what about you? Musical director, I suppose?"
"Well, I do like theatre, but I think I'll go on a mission to Africa before I do anything. Those poor souls need to find Jesus," said Becky, almost with pity, "What about you, Adam? Is Christ in your heart?"
Adam broke eye contact at this. He cleared his throat, knowing that the conversation would get awkward soon.
"Uh, well.." Adam started, "God and I don't really come to terms on some things."
Becky sighed. She could see that coming. Many of the students at Degrassi, in fact many citizens of Canada in general lacked faith. Canada was just a more liberal and secular place.
"I see," Becky mumbled. Normally she'd be pulling out pamphlets and quoting scriptures at this point. But she decided she'd rather not, given the state of the situation.
Another awkward silence.
"Hey!" Becky started, clearly having an idea with a perky attitude, "Why don't we go to the dressing room and try on some of the old costumes! It's not like we have anything better to do, we might as well have some fun!"
"Okay! Race you there!" Adam agreed happily, jumping up and dashing straight to the dressing room.
"Hey, no fair!" Becky called after the boy, running after him. She knew she had no chance of catching up, but she ran anyway.
Adam quickly grabbed something off an easily-accessible rack and ran into the bathroom to change. Becky smiled and decided that she would actually take her time with her selection. She found herself a beautiful white medieval dress with silk shoulders. The girl loved it, and quickly found another bathroom to change in.
Adam smiled to himself as he was changing into whatever he grabbed. It was actually the outfit meant to be worn by Dave as Romeo in the upcoming musical. He chuckled as he squeezed himself into the girdle on the top. Great, he thought jokingly, now I'm squeezed to death at my chest and my waist! Referring to his chest binder that he always wore to give the illusion of not having breasts. He avoided thinking about it again as he found himself totally in costume. He burst out of the bathroom and into the main dressing room.
"It is the EAST!" Adam exclaimed overdramatically, raising his hand to the sky, "And JULIET is the SUN!"
As if on cue, Becky walked into the room wearing the dress. Adam's heart fluttered. She was the prettiest sight he'd ever seen. His goofy smile dropped, his arm fell, and his eyes widened.
"What do you think?" Becky asked shyly, a blush crossing her face.
"I-I think.. It-it's, uhm. Awesome." Adam mentally slapped himself at his dim-witted comment.
"Thank you," Becky giggled, "Romeo."
Adam snapped out of his daze, finally, and looked down at his costume, then at Becky. He smiled proudly and displayed himself.
"You are looking at the absolute star of the show!" Adam proclaimed, his goofy nature coming back.
Becky laughed. She loved this boy's sense of humor. He seemed so comfortable prancing around in the costume. The girl got her own silly idea. She ran over to the costume rack and found a hideously pink patterned dress, meant for a plus-sized woman. It was used two years ago for the school's production of "Hairspray". She ran over to Adam.
"Hey, Adam, why don't you try this one on for size?" Becky joked, handing him the dress. Adam's goofy smile died quickly, his heart dropping in fear.
"I.. I'd rather not.." Adam rejected the dress. He was getting a little light-headed.
"Oh, come on! No one's gonna see but me! And I think you'd make a pretty girl!" Becky joked further, completely unaware of what she was doing on Adam's level.
"NO, okay? I refuse to wear that! Not in a million damned years!" Adam yelled at the girl, and stormed off, angrily tearing off Romeo's silk neck bandana.
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