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Adam was angry. Angry was the only emotion Adam could feel right now that wouldn't bring him to tears. So he was angry. He sat in that same place on the edge of the stage.

He knew for a fact that he shouldn't have reacted how he did, and thinking further, he regretted it. Now he had to come out to her if he wanted to remain her friend. Wait, friend? Adam thought. Before he could think about it any further, Becky came running after him.

"Adam!" Becky called out. She kneeled down beside him, "Hey. I'm sorry if I offended you. I meant nothing by it. I understand you boys have to keep your manliness, or whatever." Becky had a comforting tone. Adam almost laughed to himself how oblivious to the real situation Becky was. But Adam knew he had to let her know.

"It's not quite that," Adam started, his heart pounding, "...Do you think God can make mistakes?"

Becky just looked at him, her comforting smile dropping. She shook her head 'no' and listened intently.

"Figures. Well, I do. I'm one of them," Adam said, looking at the confused girl, "I'm transgender. I was born in a girl's body, but I'm a guy."

Becky was speechless, taken aback. She never would have guessed this about Adam. Adam broke eye contact.

"So.. yeah. I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore. With your Christianity and all.." Adam said, sadly.

"What? Adam, of course I want to be your friend!" Becky insisted. Adam looked to Becky with a surprised smile.

"Really?" Adam asked, relievedly happy. Becky took his hands in hers.

"Of course! With the right help, we can get you saved and back to normal in no time!" Becky said, happy to achieve a new project.

Adam's heart exploded. His smile dropped, and he quickly removed his hands from Becky's. His eyes teared, and he got defensive.

"Wh-what do you mean, save me? I'm perfectly fine the way I am!" Adam backed away.

"Adam.. Or.. Whoever you are, God can lead you back on the right track! To be the girl he made you!" Becky said, truly thinking she was helping and encouraging the transgender. But every word of the girl's "help" was like a stab in the heart with a hot knife.

"NO! I refuse! I know that I'm a guy, Becky! That's just how it is! I don't need to be fixed! Adam is who I am!" Adam yelled at the girl, trying to get her to understand.

"But if you just accept Jesus in your heart-" Becky started. Adam quickly interrupted.

"There IS a man in my heart, Becky! And his name is Adam! And there's no way you're going to change that!" Adam exclaimed. And with that, he angrily walked off. He wanted to get out of the costume. He was getting hot in it. He wasn't sure if the heat was from the costume itself or from the heated passion for who he was.

Becky was just flabbergasted. She never had someone blow up in her face like that. She was still processing the fact that Adam was really a girl. He seemed so boyish to her!

Adam came back out in his plaid shirt and baggy jeans, and looked at Becky for a second. She looked back at him. He rolled his eyes and jumped off the stage.

"Adam, wait!" Becky called out. She suddenly felt ridiculous in her costume dress. Adam didn't react and just kept walking away.

"I-I'm sorry..!" Becky said with hesitation. Adam stopped. He turned around after a beat.

"Sorry for what? Believing that I'm really a girl or for shoving that belief down my throat?" Adam asked her.

"I.. I don't know! I just want us all to be happy.. Y'know? Everyone loves each other and God together," Becky said, softly. Adam began to see that there was more to this girl than just the typical Christian bigot.

"Well, if you want me to be happy, you should know that being.. 'Gracie', " Adam air-quoted that name, "had me hurting myself, I was so miserable." Becky was surprised, and hurt to hear this. She couldn't stand the thought.

"Adam is what's right for me. I know it in my heart. If your God doesn't approve of that, then I don't need him." Adam said firmly. He almost even felt proud of himself for it.

"No, no, Adam.. God, He, He loves you for who you are. I was wrong to say what I said. I'm, I'm sorry." Becky said, knowing that she was wrong. She admired Adam, for his strength to bear through what he had even without God. But she knew that this must be God's path for Adam.

Adam smiled softly and suddenly realized that he was just inches away from the girl. The argument had played with his head and distanced himself from her, even though he hadn't walked very far.

Suddenly things were awkward. The two had made up a second time, and now were inches apart, Becky in a costume dress that accentuated her curves, and Adam suddenly feeling happy.

Adam smiled a bit wider as he looked into Becky's bright blue eyes. He knew Becky was a pretty girl, but this dress and these circumstances truly brought her out.

Adam came back to his senses and shook it off, "Uhm, so, yeah, we should probably get back to trying to find a way out." Adam said, climbing back up on the stage with red across his cheeks.

"Yeah, uhm. You do that, I'll get back into my normal clothes." Becky suggested. She could feel her blush warming. The real reason she knew Adam must be a guy was that she had an inexplicable attraction to him. She smiled when thinking about it, while she undressed and redressed.

Adam knew there was no way out, but he needed an excuse to get out of that situation. The last time he was that close to a girl, her breath reeked of alcohol. Becky's was nice, though. Fresh, but not strong. He could smell her peach shampoo. Adam shook it off again. He wasn't going to let himself fall for a girl who would never date him. He sat at the edge of the stage once more.

Becky came out of the dressing room in her clothes from that day and walked right over to her spot next to Adam, sitting down.

"Hey." Becky said quietly. Her face was still a bit pink.

"Hey." Adam replied, with the same tone and blush.

There was an awkward silence between the two.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you the way I did." Adam apologized.

"It's not a problem. I probably would have, too," reassured Becky. Adam smiled.

"So, uh. What do people normally do when they're locked in an auditorium?" Adam asked, trying to figure out what might be good to do.

"Hmm, I don't know," Becky answered, "I would assume if it were Imogen, she'd still be working on the set."

Suddenly Adam was reminded of the very reason Becky was here.

"Speaking of which, why do you want to wreck this show so badly?" Adam asked with disapproval.

"It's not so much that I want to wreck the show," said Becky, "I just.. kinda wanted Eli to think he needed me to be a part of it. I thought making problems meant I could be the solution."

"Wow. You really don't know Eli, do you? If there was a problem, he's handle it himself, no questions asked." Adam told the girl.

"I know you're right, but, y'know. I just want to be a part of the theatre here," Becky said.

"Well, think about it this way. Eli's a senior. He needs this show for his college application. According to Eli, you just kinda swept in and stole that from him. That's just what he told me," Adam confessed.

Becky nodded, "Yes, I realized that tonight, when I noticed I was sinning."

Adam chuckled at the girl's hardcore Christianity. At first it was annoying, but now he found it cute.

"Well, good," Adam said, "But to tell you the truth, even I'm not allowed in Imogen's notebook. She just tells me what to do, and I do it. I have no idea what the final product is."

Becky laughed, almost relieved that she wasn't the only one out of the loop. Suddenly, she yawned.

"Oh my, I forgot how late it was," said Becky, "I guess we'll have to sleep here."

Adam nodded, "Yeah, there's a pullout bed that we use for sets," Adam pointed out, standing up and stretching, "You can take the bed, I can sleep in one of the armchairs."

"Oh, no you don't. You're the one who works on this stuff, you deserve the bed," Becky insisted.

"I could never do that to a lady!" Adam countered.

"Well, we could.. share the bed." Becky proposed with a blush.

"That's a.. good idea." Adam returned.

And so they quietly and awkwardly walked into the prop room, where the bed was. They stood there awkwardly. Adam went to turn off the light.

Becky cleared her throat, put her hair into a ponytail, and slipped out of her shoes. She was opposed to sleeping in a dress and a bra, but these were special circumstances.

Adam gulped. He realized he had to sleep in his binder tonight. He knew it'd get tight and constrict his breathing, but he secretly wanted to sleep in the same bed with this girl so badly that he decided to stick it out. He took off his shirt, shoes, and socks, though.

They both got into the bed at the same time, nervous to touch each other. They both faced up with their eyes open.

"Well, good night. Adam." Becky granted to him, turning to the edge of the bed.

"Good night, Becky," Adam replied, smiling a bit.

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