(Adams POV)
Fiona and I were at her apartment lounging on the couch, my head in her lap. I still wasn't technically allowed to see her but neither of us could care less.
"So," Fiona said, brushing my bangs out of my face. "Aren't you hot? It's like a bazillion degrees in here." She playfully reached for the buttons on my flannel shirt, but before she could unbutton one, I grabbed her hand.
"I don't know…" I said quietly.
"It's okay, and if you're uncomfortable, I won't look," she smiled.
I sighed and took off my shirt placing it on the coffee table, leaving my black tank top and my bandaged chest.
"Better?" Fiona asked, again smoothing my hair back.
I nodded and since I was starting to nod off, I shut my eyes, planning on taking a nap.
"FIONA!"
My eyes flew open and instinctively I grabbed my shirt off the coffee table and quickly put it back on.
But there was no denying what Fiona's mother saw.
Fiona leapt off the couch towards her mother, trying to block her view from me.
"Fiona," I heard her mother whisper harshly. "What is going on here?"
"Nothing you have to worry about."
"Well clearly I do, since you're involved somehow."
They continued bantering, so I took this as my opportunity to discreetly grab my backpack and leave the apartment unnoticed.
But that didn't happen since I ran right into Declan as I stepped out the front door.
He nodded at me and took a step towards the apartment.
"I don't think you wanna go in there; it's like a war zone."
He smiled and said, "Thanks, and for what its worth, you're a good kid," he patted me on the back before disappearing into the apartment.
…
(Fiona's POV)
"So he's a girl?"
"No, Adam's transgendered!" I fought back.
"So he's a girl?"
"NO; he's a boy!"
That's what went on for the next five or so minutes until Declan appeared.
"You sure know how to pick 'em" He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Shut up Declan, at least I'm happy for once." I said, throwing a pillow across the room, which it him straight in the face.
"Hey! Watch it…"
"Honey, we're just confused." My mother said, sitting down.
I sighed and joined her, "There's nothing to be confused about. Adam is a boy trapped in a girl's body. He's a boy between the ears; so he's not a girl."
My mom and Declan still looked confused.
There was a long pause; I was waiting to hear the awful words, 'You can't see that kid anymore, we're taking you back to New York with us,' but they never came.
"As long as you're happy," she said. I looked at Declan, he nodded.
A huge smile formed across my face; I was the happiest girl in the world.