FtM Transgender???

chapter # 28: Erica

A/N so last chapter was 4 pages!! so happy! idk if I want Dane and Mac to get together, there's such an age gap, there's like 14 years (i'm counting from 18 cause Danes birthday is soon) 

Dane's P.O.V 

Mac has been acting off lately.... well more off then normal. But at the moment I can't focus on that, I have Erica to worry about, she's only four and she holds on to me at all times. I wonder if she has any other family... though she has tattered clothes and so did her parents.. sigh poor kid. It's been a few weeks since she came into all of our lives, and everyone thinks I'm her new "father figure" or something cause she clings to me and only whispers to me. We all have been keeping an eye out for any news on her family but so far nothing, not seen a report about her parent's death. I guess no one really knew them... Looking down at Erica ,as she napped in my arms, I couldn't help but smile, she was so adorable, and the day I carried her away to save her I swore I would protect her no matter what it took. Her long blonde hair flowed down to her little hands that laid in her lap, she was like a doll, so perfect and adorable.

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 *just after lunch*
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"Erica would you like to go shopping?" I ask as I finish cleaning her up from lunch " we could get you some cute clothes that fit you" Her hair was now curled as I thought I'd make her feel all special before she got some new clothes. Nodding her head, she smiles and giggles in excitement. It was nice to see this side of her, most of the time she just had a blank look on her face unless she was looking up at me in which she would always smile for me. Once we were all ready, I took her hand and we went off to the bus stop. It was a nice little walk down the street, the bus ride was the best part Erica was giggling and jumping around. When we got to the mall, we went to every store she pointed to, by three, I had bought her three new dresses, 5 tops, 2 pants, 2 shorts, pj's, 1 jacket, 3 thin hoodies, 3 pairs of shoes, and some cute little toys for her to play with. all costing up to $225. it was a lot to spend but it was worth it for her, she was so happy, she couldn't stop smiling the whole way home. Once home, we packed away her new clothes in my room where I had made room for them. By 4pm, Erica could barely keep her eyes open, so taking her to my room I lay her down and let her have a afternoon nap.

Having time to myself, I go into the living room to watch some TV  and relax for a little. It was probably only for 5 minutes that I had that peace, then I heard stumbling from the kitchen. Waiting for the noise to stop, I wonder who it is, but a harsh whisper of curses answers my question... it was Mac and he was drunk. Sighing and hoping he'll go back to bed, I hold my breathe in case he some how can hear it, and sure enough I hear him stumbling towards the living room.

"Dane!? Dane?! are you in there?" Almost tripping into the room, he catches himself on the door frame, huffing, I stand up to face him.

"Mac, you're drunk, you should drink some water and go to sleep." the only reason why I knew this was the right thing was that Mark had told me how he made sure he never got hangovers after a night of drinking.

"Don't talk to me with that mask on! I'm not like the rest of the house, take it off! i wanna see your face!"Walking towards me he rips off my mask and throws it to the floor. " I'm not like them!, i'm closer to you then them! I'm the one who did that to you so if I wanna see your face then I fucking will" by then he was just inches from me, our faces so close, I could feel his breath on my lips. Looking up into his eyes, I could see him searching for something, but what? Then all of a sudden   I felt his lips on mine. Our lips moving as one, it was a weird feeling, and I know I shouldn't be feeling this, he was drunk and was way older then me. So why did it feel so good? he couldn't possibly have feeling for me, I was just some kid to him right?

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Unknown P.O.V

 Walking the cold night streets I wonder if my coming out was the right thing... I saw what they did to him and how he was treated so why I thought it'd be any different from me is... crazy. Now homeless and searching for him for help, is also crazy but he's the only one I can turn to... I just hope he can forgive me for what I've done to him. Hearing a dogs barking I flinch as I was in a shabby looking  street, there was trash everywhere and a few drunk homeless men laying around on the ground.  I can only imagine how he felt when his mom sent him away.. probably pretty awful, alone, and unloved. that's how I'm feeling right now.. well how i've been feeling since I was kicked out of my own home and abandoned by everyone I knew.. yea that was 2 weeks ago, and from then I've been jumping town to town trying to get to Toronto. I can only hope he'll help me out for a little while...
I can't believe me, of all people is going to him for help.. haha where has my pride went?