Author's Note: This begins the day Bay is supposed to take the blood test at school. Be prepared for possible OOCness, this is my first story. I'm usually hesitant to actually write my "what if" daydreams but there aren't enough Bemmett stories to keep me satisfied until Monday.

Summary: What if they met under different circumstances? Would Emmett find Bay worth all the complications?

Disclaimer: I do not own Switched at Birth or its characters.

Starting up his motorcycle, a blond teenager pulled out of the driveway and raced off into the night. Fists clenched and his shoulders tense, he had no idea where he was heading as long as it is anywhere but home.

A middle-aged woman watched as he left and released a sigh as she closed the blinds.

I'm sorry Emmett

Emmett's POV

After 20 minutes of aimless driving, Emmett stopped at an old neighborhood park on the outskirts of East Riverside. He slowly trudged towards the swing set and sat down. Swinging softly, Emmett bent his head back to look at the sky. This really sucks...

A flash of light from the corner of my eye disrupts my thoughts. A hooded figure holding a flashlight furtively approached a cement wall outlining the park, glancing back nervously every few seconds.

What the hell is he doing?

The figure pulled out several pieces of paper with holes cut out after reaching the wall and began to tape them to the wall. Curiously, I walked closer in order to get a better look. The person then took a spray can and started to paint the wall.

He's a street artist?

Another flash of light distracts me, only this time it was red. It's the police. This idiot is going to get caught. Whatever, not my problem.

As I turn to leave, I take one last glance back at him.

I'm going to so regret this later.

Turning around, I quickly went up to the street artists and grabbed his arm. He jumped and whirled around to face me. He turns out to be a she, a very gorgeous one too.

Well this is unexpected.

She had this clear alabaster skin illuminated by the moonlight and deep red lips...as well as very dark, very angry eyes.

She opened her mouth prepared to yell at me. In a panic, I clamped my hand over her mouth to muffle her voice and saw the fear invade her eyes. She frantically tried to fight me off, throwing her arms everywhere and smacked me in the stomach.

Ugh! Yup, so not worth it.

Irritated, I quickly pulled her behind a nearby row of trees, grabbed her waist and pulled her back to my chest. Before she could hit me again, I roughly gestured towards the police sirens. Realization hit her as her body relaxed slightly. Confident that she would stay quiet, I released my grip over her mouth.

So soft...

I quickly backed away from the girl in disgust. What am I thinking? The police car turned away at the corner of the park and disappeared from my sight. I turned on my heel and strode towards my motorcycle and drove away without looking back, not even to see if I left anything behind.

Bay's POV

"Wha...What just happened", I said, watching his back as he drove away. Shrugging it off, I turned back to my ax girl painting to finish it.

Painting had always been my escape. Sometimes I wonder if my parents realize how much art means to me more than a hobby. My parents...for years I always wondered how we're related. From my dark wavy hair to my mom's straight blond and my love of art to my dad's passion for sports, sometimes I feel as if I don't belong. Yesterday's biology lesson on genes only brought back all those differences.

Now if only I had finished that blood test, stupid Wilke for ruining my test by pouring acid on it. He's such an idiot sometimes I don't know why Toby and him are friends. Oh well, it probably wouldn't have told me much anyways.

"There, I'm done", I said contently about 10 minutes later. I looked back at the row of trees, almost as if I was waiting for something or someone to come out. Someone with bright blue eyes and...I shook my head at that that thought. What am I doing? He already left.

As if I was drawn to it, I slowly walked towards the row of trees and placed my hand on the one we hid behind. A soft crunch underneath my foot draws my attention down. Photos? They must be his. I picked them up, trying to straighten them out as best as possible.

"Wow...they're beautiful" I gasped. A pond, a train, a tree branch, they were pictures of simple things like that but were modified into something so unique.

I looked up in the direction the blue-eyed boy left.

He's an artist

Emmett's POV

I threw myself on my bed for the tenth time that night. I can be officially an insomniac at this rate. Staring out the window, I wondered where my dad went to sleep for the night, what he had for dinner, if he missed us, if he missed me.

I can't believe they're actually separating. How did I not see it coming?

Frustration grew until it was like a noose around my heart. I really need to talk to someone. Daphne, I smiled at the thought of her. My best friend since the 3rd grade is beautiful, smart, funny and above all else, deaf. After all, hearing and deaf can never be together. They're just too different and have too many complications for it to be worth it.

I closed my eyes and imagined Daphne's bright gray eyes and her smile. If only she knew of my feelings for her and felt the same. Slowly the picture of a girl with soft red lips and pale skin crept into my mind and took over. I snapped open my eyes and sat up startled at that image. I grabbed my head and fell back down onto my bed aggravated.

If I focus hard enough I could still remember the smell of her hair, paint mixed vanilla and a hint of something spicy...I groaned with irritation and rolled on my side.

This girl is making me crazy and I don't even know her name.

Author's Note: I know Emmett doesn't know his parents are separated yet but in this story he now knows...Anyways, your thoughts?