Okay, so my friend had parts of this written out, "Character back-story loosely based on niesama . deviantart . com 's Charlie and Joey" an amazing author if you like original work :) As for the rest of the story, 'henderlover' we did it! Wahooo! This is a joint story, between me and her. This story will probably develop into an series, of 3. This is the first story. Enjoy!

"Angelica's" (James') POV

"Here you go, Angelica," a nurse comes into my room in the hospital, with a tray of food for me.

"Thank you," I say, cringing at the nurse calling me by my real name. The food didn't happen to suck, completely. I mean it wasn't five stars or anything, but I was ok in comparison to other hospitals. Yes there had been other hospitals. I've been in and out of hospitals my whole life, a lot more here than when I lived in Florida. After moving to Minnesota with my mom, I became more of a dare devil. It was my only way to feel free and hopefully have an outlet to express my hidden secret. As soon as I'm done with my lunch, (they only gave me a few chicken fingers and a small soda.) I let out a burp.

The nurses all started to crack up from outside the hall, they had gotten used to my antics. Hourly wheelchair races, the constant start of conversations that had no point really and above all my endless requests. Pushing the tray aside, I dive right into the crayons and coloring books my mama brought for me from the house. The television audio filled the lonesome quiet air that had arrived early this morning. My roommate was discharged and I was left alone. Although we didn't talk or do much together, it was nice to hear someone breathing besides me. I pulled out my favorite color (Sheen Green) beginning to trace the outline of the bold border to the picture.

I'm in the middle of coloring in Patrick Star's pants, when I hear a small cough coming from the doorway. Sneaky, Sneaky. I rummaged in my mind. I look up, and see nothing and no one. Was someone there? Did I finally have a new roommate to fill my voided boredom?

Obviously not. I shrug and go back to my coloring, listening to the nurses and doctors rush by in the hallway outside my room. Redirecting my gaze to the TV and again, I hear a small little coughing noise from the doorway. I frown before pushing the table hovering over me in the hospital bed and climb out off and walking over to the doorway. If you want anything done you have to do it yourself!

I slowly crept toward the open door, (the nurses insisted I keep it open for emergency reasons.) wrapping my small fingers around the molding, I poked my head out and looked to my left. No one. I swiftly changed directions, stopping at an in shock boy around my age. He's got green eyes, the same color as my crayon. His messy blonde hair, shifted upwards in different directions. He had a mark on his chin, but I didn't bother to ask.

"Hi!" I said excitedly. Not only was he around my age, but I was going to assume he was my new roommate and he looked friendly!

"H-hi," he stutters, scared and embarrassed that I caught him.

"Oh good you two met already… well go play in your room, I have to, do some intake paperwork." Nurse Delilah spoke. It sounded as if she had faith, that we would become good friends, and by the looks of it, the new kid probably really needed one. I smiled a really huge smile at him, and dragged him into my room. Well our room.

"Do you like coloring?" he nodded. "Well, I have SpongeBob coloring books if you wanna help me," I climb up on to my bed again; he was somewhat at ease as I helped pull him up.

"I'm Kendall," he grins, crossing his legs Indian style by the tables opposite side from me. He was missing a tooth in the front. I get jealous; I still haven't lost my front teeth. Oh well it'll happen sooner or later. "What's your name?" Really? As if I didn't see that coming, must've slipped my mind.

I swallow; I don't want to tell him. I don't even know what I consider my name to be at this point, but one thing is for sure, it's not Angelica.

"It's not important," I sigh looking down at the crayons I have laid out all over the bed. Kendall sits across from me and I feel his eyes on me, but I keep looking down. "Can you color Patrick's pants this color? They're like your eyes," I look up, changing the subject. He seems nice, but I don't want to tell him my secret. I don't want to scare him away.

"Really?" he holds up the crayon I handed to him up next to his eye as a joke. He tried to look at himself with no mirror or reflective object. "Ugh, I need one of those shiny things, I can't see myself without one!" he pouts. I laugh, and hand him my hand mirror. He smiles satisfied. "It really does match my eyes!" he exclaimed.

I smile as I watch my new friend color in Patrick Star's green flowered pants neatly, not crossing over lines or messing it up. "Yeah, it really does," I say, glad I made a new friend.

It was dark in my room; I was supposed to be sleeping. Nurses and Doctors came to check on me every so often—to make sure I wasn't still up and playing with my various toys or coloring with my crayons. They always left, apparently not having figured out my game. When they would walk in, I would quickly slam my head against the pillow and make it seem as if I were asleep.

I couldn't sleep tonight. Ever since Kendall and I became friends a couple days ago, it worried me what he would think if I told him about my real name, who I really was. I was afraid that he wouldn't understand, he wouldn't get it like my mama didn't, and I would go back to being a lonely fake. I really like Kendall; he's a good friend and fun to be with. For some reason, I start crying—I'm afraid of losing him. I don't want to lose Kendall; he's the only real friend I've got.

"Hello?" I hear someone whisper. I recognize that voice, Kendall.

"Diamond?" I told Kendall to call me Diamond, it was the only thing I could think of, it was a quick result of him being so pesky lately, seemingly agitated that I refused to answer a good amount of his questions. And above all reasons, it wasn't a complete lie. It was my last name, and it would have to do until I decided if I was going to tell Kendall about myself or not. Realizing that someone was still in the room with me, I squeeze my eyes shut and muffle my sobbing into the soft pillow. I feel my body shaking; I can't control the strong tremors my crying causes.

Kendall's POV:

"Diamond?" I ask again, fumbling around in the darkness of the hospital room. I couldn't sleep, I was confused about why Diamond was acting weird lately—always avoiding my questions and didn't want to talk about anything. I frowned as I got no answer, and made my way farther into the room.

I can see Diamond's figure under the covers now, it's shaking and trembling—is Diamond crying?

"Diamond?" I ask again, still making my way closer to the bed.

"It's me, Kendall," I whisper, almost at the side of the bed. Diamond's body stops its shaking for a moment, before starting again even harder. The sobs are clear now, and the shaking goes along with the sniffles and heavy breathing I hear. I'm worried now; I don't want Diamond to cry.

An idea pops into my head, a way to get Diamond to stop crying. I didn't like hearing the sobs; I didn't want my friend to cry anymore.

"I'm coming up there," I announce in the dark, jumping up into the bed next to my friend.

"Why are you crying?" I ask, hugging Diamond against my body. The shaking and sobbing got worse, I can hear it loud and clear now that I'm in the bed.

"I-I can't tell you…"

"Angelica's" (James') POV

"Why not, Diamond?" Kendall whispers into my ear. I feel him wrap an arm around my waist to comfort me—but I can't tell him just yet, I'm too scared.

"I'm afraid you won't like me anymore, or color with me or play with me," I tell him the truth. That thought alone has been haunting me since I met him.

"I'll still like you," Kendall yawns in my ear, waiting for me to tell him what he wants to hear.

"I'll tell you some other time," I decide. I'm going to have to sooner or later, just not now, I decided in my thoughts. I like Kendall being here with me, I like the feeling of his arms. They're soothing, and I don't want them to leave me just yet.

"Promise?" he holds me tighter in our spooning position, and for right now, I believe that he'll still like me if I do tell him. So with that I yawn and close my eyes in his grip before I say,

"I promise."

(the next morning)

"How come you don't like your name?" Kendall approached. Yeah, I knew it would happen sooner or later. I had tried to avoid it, by sending my mom out to grab some more blankets. She had surprised me with a visit, before she had to leave on her business trip to Texas. She was let in only for that reason, because in all truth, no one was allowed visitors during shift change.

I thought about it for a bit. Now or Never. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Ok." He leaned close so I could say it in his ear.

I cupped my hands around my mouth and whispered in his ear, "I wasn't born a boy. But I am a boy on the inside." I leaned back away to see his face.

"You mean you don't have a wiener?" He tilted his head sideways and looked confused. An expected response, but it was quite funny.

"Nope. And my real name is Angelica. But I hate that name. I want a boy's name."

"Why's your name Angelica if you're a boy? How come they didn't give you a boy name?"

"Because they don't know that I'm a boy. I keep trying to tell my mama, but she don't get it. She says I'm a girl."

"So that's why you have long hair? Even though you're a boy."

"Yeah. And my name is Diamond because that's my last name."

"Why don't you make up a boy name? If you could have any name you want, what would it be?"

I thought real hard for a minute. "James. It was my daddy's name. But he's gone now."

"Where'd he go?"

"He's dead. Mama said it was an accident when I was a baby, so I don't remember him."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You wanna be named after him?"

"Yeah. I like that name."

"Well I'll call you James from now on, if you want."

"Really?" I smiled real big. Kendall was a good friend.

"Yeah." He smiled too.

Kendall got up from the bed, "I'll be back in a sec James, I have to use the potty."

"I'll be waiting." I tried a deeper voice; I felt no need to hide anymore. He laughed and gave me thumbs up.

Closing the door, he disappeared and with a loud flick I saw the lights go on. My mom walked through the doors just in time to hear what he said.

"Why'd he call you James?" Mama asked.

"That's my new name. I'm a boy, and I need a boy name. So I wanna be James, for Dad."

"Oh gosh sweetie, you really mean this, don't you?" Mama looked down at me kind of sad.

"Yes Mama. I am a boy." I said.

My mamma and I had a talk about this whole thing that I was feeling. She took it well to my surprise. She had agreed to call me James and help me with transforming myself into a boy figure, but, she made one thing very clear. I wouldn't ever have a penis, until I was older if I wanted. Personally I didn't know what a penis was, so I let it roll of my shoulders as nothing.

"James, so mommy told you she was going on a business trip, and I am having a friend take you home and watch you while I'm gone." I just nodded as a red headed woman that I'd seen talking with Kendall before entered the room. She looked at mamma in shock.

"Hi Brooke, wow this is really convenient." She said lifting both eyebrows with shock.

"Why is that?" my mom asked.

"Where is Kendall?" the woman questioned as the flush echoed through the door, and it swung open to reveal a happy Kendall who didn't seem to notice the large amount of people in the room all the sudden.

"Kendall, is that your mommy?" I asked pointing at the woman.

Kendall shook his head "No, that's Penny. My mommy went away"

"Like your daddy?"

"James," my mother sounded annoyed.

"Yup" Kendall lied. Daddy didn't go away like mommy, and Kendall didn't care if Daddy did go away now.

Penny sat down next to Kendall. "Hello, Kendall, how are you today?"

"I feel okay, but the man in the white coat said I have to stay." He smiled though. Why? "And I'm okay with that, cause if I left James would be all alone." I smiled at that.

Penny gave me a quick look and then shot over to my mother, she mouthed my old name 'Angelica' my mother nodded and said she would explain later.

"Penny how's Katie?" Kendall asked.

"She's good." Penny smiled. "I want to talk to you though" She said.

"Okay" Kendall smiled sweetly up at her.

Penny felt her heart break at the sight. She didn't know how anyone could hurt such a sweet child as Kendall, who was sitting in his bed, Ningy his teddy bear, tucked firmly into his casted arm. His big green eyes bored into her and he was expecting something.

Penny smiled. "Kendall, your Grammy and Papa are too old to take care of you, sweetheart" she said. "and your dad's parents don't want to"

"No one loves me?" Kendall asked, tears filling his eyes. What did he do wrong?

"No, sweetie. I love you. I'd like to adopt you, and Katie, if you want" Penny said.

"What's adopt?" I asked.

"It's when you don't have a mommy or daddy, so you have a new mommy and daddy." Penny explained. "Kendall doesn't have a mommy or a daddy, so I'd be his mommy if I adopted him"

"and your husband would be my daddy?"

"Yes" Penny said. Her husband was dead, he'd died a year ago, he'd been a cop and gotten shot. She was a social worker, who went with the police when children were involved in domestic violence. But Kendall didn't have to know that until later, privately.

"And I'd live at your house?" Kendall asked.

"Yes"

"and you'd make me cookies?"

Penny laughed. "Of course"

"and can I watch TV?" Kendall asked. His daddy didn't let Kendall watch TV anymore, he said that little brats didn't deserve to watch TV.

"Yes"

"Can I use the car" Kendall asked slightly intrigued,

"Sorry, kiddo" Penny laughed.

"Would I have my own room?"

"I think that could be arranged" Penny laughed. "Is that a yes?"

"Oh yeah. Wait can I still be friends with James?" Kendall looked worried, James was his new best friend, he wasn't leaving that behind.

"Of course." Penny smiled sweetly at me, my mother patted my back, she was happy I had a friend.

"I mean he just happens to be going home with you two." My mom gave me a wink.

James' POV (ah yes, thy name is James!) 12 years later.

I couldn't handle it anymore, so many rules! Ever since I came out to my mother, she had been extra careful about letting me go places, always trying to ensure me safety whenever she could. I dashed out of the house, and stumbled down the drive way. Making my way onto the black asphalt street, I walked past Kendall's street, still best friends and so much more by now. Actually he was who I was going to see. It was his way of saving me from my mother's so called "birthday." I had just turned 16; I decided I didn't want a party. As much as she wanted to keep me at home, she knew I had other plans, she wasn't about to stop me.

As I walked, I remembered even more times from when I was younger, living down these streets.

The time I tried to run away because my mom made a comment about me being physically female; (was a long argument, I really didn't understand what she was talking about and I took it the wrong way.) The time Kendall and I started a hide and seek game on Halloween with all the kids in the neighborhood; the time I tried to protect a chalk drawing I'd done on the road by standing in front of it and making cars go around it (until my mom realized what I was doing and dragged me away so I didn't get hit by a car); and even the time I got my first bike, and I rode it up and down the street for hours straight, not stopping for anything.

I smiled at the memories, the good and the bad have changed me into the person I am today. An overly confident, (manly pointed out by Logan and Carlos,) more of a fashion diva, (I took over my mother's sense of style.) and a caring sensitive person, (thanks to my boyfriend, Kendall.) A lot of people consider me as a "gay male" trapped in a "female" body. In all truth I couldn't agree more. Turning to cross the street the oncoming cars stopped and the walk symbol appeared in LED's. From the white lines signifying the pedestrian walk ways, I crossed over onto the walkway to the park. I walked around the big old oak tree, I saw him, sitting on the swing. His blonde hair was swaying lightly in the breeze, and I heard a hint of his voice. He was humming a soft unrecognizable tune. On his lap laid a small box, wrapped in light green paper with a black bow on top. I smiled at the sight of him, and he looked up. I sat down on the swing next to him.

"Sorry I'm late; I had to do my shot." I said

At age 4, my mother knew and accepted it. At ages 6 through 9 I was considered a legal male, and my name was changed from Angelica Marie Diamond to James Dylan Diamond. At age 10 I started hormone blockers so that my body wouldn't go through female puberty, and at age 15-16 I started taking prescribed testosterone to go through male puberty. I still have a vagina and a uterus, and can still have children physically.

"On your birthday?" He gave me a strange look.

"Yeah. Just happened to be today. But it's only my fourth one, so no big changes yet. My voice won't get deep until after six months or so . . . that's what the doctor said."

"Sucks that you have to wait that long." Kendall looked up at the setting sun, squinting his eyes. "So why didn't you have a party this year?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I just didn't really want one. Besides, you would be the only one who'd come…"

"So? We could have had the best party ever, just you and me." He swung sideways and we bumped hips. "But I kind of like this too." He stood up from the swing, and I followed him to the older tree. He took a bit of a running start and jumped up at the tree, grabbing one of the lower limbs and pulling himself up, leaving the wrapped box at the bottom. I picked it up and carefully climbed the tree to sit next to him.

"Can I open it?" I asked, holding up the box.

"Hang on a sec." He said, and pulled me into a small kiss. As our lips parted, he brushed his hand along my cheek, and whispered, "Now you can." before leaning back.

I smiled, and carefully broke the tape that held the paper together. Without ripping the paper, I opened it to find a small wooden box, with two sets three letters carved into the top: J.D.D., My initials, and K.F.K., Kendall's initials. I opened the box to find a collection of pictures of us, starting when we were only four, when I still had really long hair and wore flowery skirts my mom put me in, and going all the way through our yearly school group pictures, and through pictures of him and me kissing when we started dating three years ago, and then there were a few blank white pieces of paper at the end. On one of the white pages Kendall had written in his scribbly handwriting, "Prom". On another he'd written "Graduation." And on the last one, was written something that put tears in my eyes: "Wedding".

I blinked back my tears and threw my arms around him, pulling him into a bear-hug that almost made us fall out of the tree. He caught a higher branch to hold us steady as he hugged me back with the other arm.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." He said, kissing me as he pulled away from the hug.

It was at that moment that one our teenage neighbors rode by on a bike and looked up in the tree. He swiveled on the bike as he did a double take, almost causing him to run into the fence. As he regained his balance he had just enough time to yell "Faggots!" at us before riding out of the park and continuing down the street.

"See you in Hell!" Kendall called back at him, but he didn't hear. I laughed, and took his hand in mine, and pulled him in for another kiss. He pulled away and whispered to me, "Happy Birthday."

Again amazing author! (niesama . deviantart . com) Me and 'henderlover' had a lot of fun writing this… prolly the next chapter will be up in a few hours or so… Please Review :)