(Adam's POV)

The next day, I girlified myself and headed down the stairs.

"Aww honey, you look gorgeous." my mother squealed, hugging me.

'No one was as gorgeous as Fiona,' the thought automatically popped up in my head.

I hadn't seen my cousins in forever. I barely knew any of them, so who cared what they thought of me. Well my mother did that's for sure.

I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. My cousins wouldn't be here for another hour, and I was so tempted to run upstairs and change. But my mom would kill me, probably seriously too.

Before I knew it, I heard a car pull up and several knocks on the door.

As I opened the door, I said, "Ohmigosh hi!" in my best girly voice. I could hear Drew cracking up behind me, and then a muffled 'ow' as my mom nudged him. Man, I should be an actor.

My aunt, uncle and three cousins and their dog stepped thought the door.

The oldest, Shane, seemed to be almost like Drew, but instead of a football player, he was a punk-like skate boarder with blonde hair that had streaks of color and many facial, and probably other, piercings. I could tell they were going to get along.

Next was Abby, who was a year younger than Drew but a year older than me. She has wavy blonde hair with bangs, piercing blue eyes and she was wearing a tight pink t-shirt and short shorts. Great, now on top of having to act like a girl, I had to keep myself from staring at my hot cousin.

Then came little Bryson, who was about seven. He had blonde hair too, and was already getting fidgety; the poor hyper-active little kid.

The adults went in the kitchen to talk, Drew and Shane took over the TV by playing video games, frequently talking about girls. Bryson had started chasing the dog around the house, and I was left to deal with Abby. And to think these people were staying for two days.

Abby and I sat down on the couch, and she started blabbing about her life, literally not leaving anything out. After what seemed like forever, but probably was only half an hour, I was starting to hyperventilate; I could only take so much of acting like a girl as once. Then the door bell rang. Maybe it was Eli come to save me from this hell hole; I had texting him, Abby asking weather or not it was my boyfriend. As if.

"I'll get it," I shouted, probably cutting Abby off midsentence.

Once I opened the door, I wished I hadn't. Standing there was a very confused looking Fiona. With my mouth hanging open, I slammed the door shut and before anyone could say or do anything, I bolted upstairs to my room.

Shit, shit, shit. What was I going to do? What could I do?

First of all I needed to get out of these clothes. I changed quickly, well as quickly as I could anyway, and sat down on my bed, head in my hands. Had I closed the door quickly enough? Had Fiona seen me? If she had, did she recognize me?

I had to get out of here. I grabbed my phone and climbed out the window and quietly down the trellis, and ran. In panic I texted Eli:

Emergency, meet me behind the Dot, ASAP.

Once behind the Dot, I tried by best to not completely flip out.

"Hey what's the emergency?" I heard Eli say, coming up behind me. "Wait…Are you wearing eyeliner? That's my look." He smirked.

"Eli seriously. Something bad went down at home. My cousins flew in from Minnesota, so my mom made me dress up as Gracie. And guess who knocked on the door? Fiona. And guess who answered? Me. As Gracie."

"What?"

"I'm screwed! She knows; I bet she knows… Oh my god, what if she knocked again after I left? What if my mom let her in? Oh my god…"

"Adam! Snap out of it! I bet you nothing is going to happen. She probably thought it was your sister or something."

"I sure hope your right."