Jadam Oneshots

Trans James because yes

"Go to sleep Cece!" No. 💪😈 WHAT'S UP IT'S YOUR BOY CECE-

Disclaimer! This...is fiction? Cry about it babes, trans James solos. No, I am not using deadnames. I don't really...want to. /e point /e laugh

Platonic because yes (also they/them pronouns James because no one has done that and I'm different)

Adam spotted James through the corner of his dark eyes in the city of clouds. Peculiar, truly, when Adam left his home his eyes were filled with the same twinkle as the stars above. Where James sat thinking was covered in darkening clouds. Adam waved in James' direction however they failed to react accordingly, averting their gaze to the tarmac pavement littered with rubbish citizens discarded mindlessly with the bin only a few paces away.

"Hey!" Adam called, briskly walking over to his favourite friend. "What're you doing out here on your own?" Innocently cocked to one side, his face laced with well known worry. James knew that look all to well, like the back of their hand. Pity, it was, in the end this world was infested with merciless, janus-faced freaks who chalked James' life out by a firm blueprint, one where going astray inflicted permanent damage on what lays ahead.

In their youth, James' mother yapped incessantly about what delight it was to have two girl twins. As they grew up they'd share the same interests, friends, hobbies. It was to be expected, James thought, however even in their childhood they despised what little things their sister showed enjoyment in. In spite of this declared information they did not utter a word of such thoughts to their mother.

"I'm just thinking." Spoke they absentmindedly, as though not as thought were behind their eyes. Glazed over, lifeless, yet bearing a soul.

"Ay, you're really lying to your best friend?" A childish grin spread on Adam's face urged James to raise their head and make eye contact. In the distance, they could see Karen from the previous story snap the thin holder's of a plastic bag under the weight of it's contents. Good. "I can tell somethings on your mind. C'mon, talk to me, I'm listening."

"I told you, I'm just thinking." They spoke through gritted teeth. An ulterior focus to prevent their eyes glossing over, teary and despairing.

"And I don't cry watching monkey videos. We're both liars. Why won't you open up to me?"

"No, No! It's nothing like that!" Surged with pressure from Adam's comment, James responded with a desperate tone of voice, "Really! It's not that I can't open up to you, but-"

"But what? You're hesitating again. That's because you're afraid, aren't you? It's okay. We all get scared every now and again."  Adam's supportive action only plunged James into further guilt. James just wanted to cry. Into their pillow, into Adam's shoulder, they didn't care. All they needed was to let out what accumulated at the seams. "You're starting to worry me."

James didn't blame him. Their body trembled mercilessly, their heart beating at supersonic speeds. "I envy you, Adam, I really do. How- How you grow beards, and how you look good with scruffy hair you can mess around with. How your voice is deep yet gets even deeper when you're tired. How you can look good in suits and masculine clothing. I want that! I want people to come up to me in the street asking for directions and call me 'sir'. I want girls to gossip about how handsome I look. I want- I-"

"-You want to be a boy?" Adam blinked, processing what he'd just heard. James flinched however nodded slowly in affirmation. "Oh. Oh! Well, that's not exactly what I was expecting to hear, but that's not a bad thing! I understand! Just- Just let me run this through with you. If I were to call you masculine terms...bro, dude, man, et cetera. would you...like that?"

Quickly, they nodded, their eyes gleaming once more. "Yeah! But- But it's not only that. I want to look like a boy, i want to feel, sound, and be called one. I've been looking into it for a while now, but I feared you'd maybe...judge me, or something, I don't know...that sounds dumb. It's not uncommon for people to be against these sorts of things."

"Nah, I don't think so. It makes sense why you would worry about what people think about you with this information. I promise you, this doesn't affect our friendship. Whatever you want, just tell me, okay?"

"Yeah, there is something." They gulped as to repress their sudden woes and anxiety. "My name. I don't exactly- want to be called that anymore. I want to be called James. I understand that might be too much of a commitment for you, but-"

"-alright, well." Once again, James hardly got a word in without Adam bringing the rejoinder they made to a stop. "I think you're a very strong boy for telling me that, James! By far stronger than me, that's for sure. I can't even tell my parents I do YouTube videos! And, wow- look at you! You're really brave, man, seriously. Thank you."

James choked back a sob. "You're so sappy sometimes, dude."

"Is that a compliment or an insult?"

"In this case?" James wrapped their arms around Adam and nestled their head into the crook of his neck. There they sobbed, tears of suppressed sadness mixing with intense, empowering joy. "It's a compliment. You're amazing."