General Point of View—

Adam opened the door to his room, and saw Fiona in the same position as when her left the room.

She was halfway under the covers, with one leg out from under them. Her face lit up when she saw Adam standing in the doorway.

He leaned against the doorframe, and crossed his arms.

"So," Adam said, scratching the back of his head, "Who are you?"

Fiona furrowed her eyebrows and sat up. "I beg your pardon?" She asked.

"That was your dad, by the way." He said, making his way over to the bed.

Fiona's eyes shot open. "WHAT!" she yelled. "What did he say!"

Adam walked slowly to his side of the bed. "Eh. Nothing really." Adam said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Seriously?" She asked, slightly annoyed. "My dad was just at the door, and all you have to say is 'Eh'?"

"You never answered my question." Adam deadpanned; looking at her with almost no emotion showing in is face.

"What was your question?" She asked, standing up, now crossing her arms.

"Who are you? Because, now, I'm doubting you is a 'normal' guest." He said, using air quotes.

"Wow." She said, starting to pace. "Did you just say I'm not normal?" She asked, now placing her hands on her side.

"I didn't mean it like that." Adam said, now getting defensive. "I just meant you mean more to everyone here than everyone else. Why is that?"

Fiona looked at Adam.

He really wanted to know. Fiona slightly smiled at Adam's face. He was such a gentle boy, so him trying to make an angry face was actually funny.

"My dad… He runs this place. He owns it. All of it. If this we're a state, he'd be the president." Fiona said, hiding her head.

Adam looked at her with his 'angry' face.

"And you decided to keep this from me why?" He asked, now having a confused face.

When Fiona looked back up, a single tear fell from her eye.

"Because," she said, with a single sniffle, "I liked the way you looked at me. With you, I didn't have to dress up, or use manners, or really care about anything. I could just be myself. And I liked that. You didn't like me cause I was "Fiona Coyne", or because I had money. You didn't even know, and you still liked me." Fiona said, wiping the tear away.

Adam's face was now more of a 'wide eyed shock'.

"For what it's worth, I never knew any of that." Adam said, trying to make her laugh.

She let out a single laugh. "I know you didn't." She said, looking back at him.

He walked over to her, and wiped the tear away.

"And just to let you know, I wouldn't have cared." He said. "You could have been poor, and here completely on stolen money, or anything, and I would still have these feelings for you. No matter what." He said, embracing her.

"Thank you." She said enjoying the feeling he was giving her.

A/N- I know. I know. It's been a while. And because of this absence, I've forgotten all of my ideas for this story so, I would be happy with ANY advice or ideas you guys have! It would be very helpful. This is extremely short, so its mostly just a fill chapter.

Sorry guys!

-Claire