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DISCLAIMER: If I owned Switched at Birth, there would be loads more BEMMETT, a lot of DILKIE, Daphne being less of a bitch and the new season would be up tonight. But sadly, I don't.

BAY

I was painting, my usual activity every afternoon. I used to hang out with Emmett but he was at the festival and since me and Daphne weren't on speaking terms , I occupied my days with school, homework, music and art. Things were still tense around the household with the whole Regina, Angelo and the lawsuit drama. I usually tried to stay out of my parents way by practically living in my studio. It paid off, anyway. I didn't have to listen to their arguments.

Right now, I was painting a vivid dream I had the night before. The dream was full of loud splashes of colors with a few tints of dark ones. It was so passionate and felt so real that I had woken up at eight a.m. to head down to my garage without even taking a shower or eating breakfast. I had quickly chosen the colors and grabbed the first blank canvas and clean paintbrushes I saw and started to recreate my dream. I took a break around 12 for some much needed caffeine and pasta after my mom, Kathryn, came in and demanded that i eat.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I placed my paintbrush inside an old jar filled with murky water and different-sized paintbrushes. I grabbed my paint-splattered blue rug and used it to clean my hands. I saw that Emmett was the one who texted me and instantly felt the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile. How could this boy do this to me? Make me smile as if everything was alright with just one simple glance at his name? He really was special and what I felt for him was nothing like what I felt when I was with Liam or Ty. It was as if Emmett was the wings that could make me soar higher yet the gravity that always pulled me back to reality.

Miss you already. The text read.

Miss you too. When are you coming home?

The text came back almost instantly. Leaving the festival now. Loading up the car with the gear. Toby says we'll be there in five hours if there's no traffic. Can't wait to see my beautiful girlfriend. I bit my lip as a furious blush crept up to my cheeks. How could I get so lucky with a guy like Emmett? I could almost imagine his sultry James Dean smirk that had the power to melt me and anything within a five-mile radius of us.

We texted a few more times until I persuaded Emmett to sleep. He agreed thankfully with promises to text me at once when he woke up or was near Mission Hills, whichever came first. I put my phone back in my pocket and retied my hair into a messy ponytail. I knew I should clean up since I looked like shit with paint all over myself but I was too absorbed in my painting. I wanted to finish it before the boys were here so that Emmett could see it right away and give me his thoughts. He understood me in a way nobody ever did. He could get my art and he didn't judge me over it either. He even appreciated Axe Girl when most people thought it was just some piece of trashy graffiti that ruined the clean look of Mission Hills.

I had only managed a few strokes when there came a knock on my door. I grunted my approval and it opened to reveal a slim, tall girl with strawberry blonde hair. Daphne's face was hard and emotionless, her hands stuck deep into her pockets and her hair into a ponytail. In the bright sunlight coming from the open door, I could clearly see that Daphne looked like Kathryn with hints of John's strong, prominent features. A dull ache throbbed in my chest when I realized that I was the only one who didn't really belong in their world of a perfect white family with blonde hair and blue eyes. I tried to push that thought away.

"Hey," I said neutrally, forcing myself to keep my anger in check. It would do me no good to blow up at her right now. Mom and Dad and even Regina would always side against me anyway. Always. Nobody could get mad at Daphne Paloma Vasquez because she was Little Miss Perfect. They, however, could yell all they want at Bay Madeline Kennish because she was the problem freak who always wanted the attention from anyone. She was Little Miss Drama Queen. Even Liam confirmed that and although Bay always had a snappy comeback, she was fragile in the inside. She had feelings too but seemed to either notice or care.

"I came to talk to you about Emmett," Daphne said and signed, straight to the point.

"If you've come to force me into breaking up with him or convince me that you're perfect for him since you know him better and all that shit...the door's that way," My reply was snarky and I didn't even bother to sign. I was certain that my signs couldn't match the same amount of anger evident in my voice. Besides, I wanted to give Daphne a hard time reading my lips.

"Why do you like him so much?" Daphne's voice shook. "You two don't even have anything in common, besides your art and apparent love for leather jackets. You're not even deaf and you suck at signing. Your communication is a hopeless game of charades. You don't and never will know him the way I do."

"There's this magical thing we're doing called 'getting-to-know-each-other.' You might wanna try it sometimes with Wilkie instead of getting him drunk and nearly doing the nasty with him in the back of his car.' I crossed my arms and stuck out my chin. Icicles dripped from my words.

She bristled and I enjoyed the fact that I had made her uncomfortable with what I had said about her and Wilkie.

"And how much of 'getting-to-know-each-other' are you going to do before you break his heart? I know him like the back of my hand and if it weren't for me, you two wouldn't be together, let alone know each other.' Daphne's words were like a scalpel, cutting me inside. I wanted to be angry but I couldn't. There was so much truth to her words that I settled on cocking an eyebrow and keeping silent instead. She continued with her rant, however.

"Why are you taking away the one person I could always rely on? We were already friends, Bay! Why would you ruin that? You already forced me to break up with Liam, you took away Ty who is practically my older brother and now Emmett? How low can you go in trying to steal everything away from me? And even Angelo. You know I don't want him here yet you still continue to see him just to piss me off," Daphne broke off, panting, her face flushed red. Her hands were numb from signing too aggressively and with so much force. Her throat hurt from speaking too much. A few stray strands of her hair had escaped from her ponytail, sticking to her sweaty face.

I stared at her straight in the eye. "I'm sorry about Liam, okay? It was a really stupid and childish thing for me to do. And Ty's gone now and I don't even know if I really loved him back then or it was just some silly schoolgirl infatuation and my need for something to anchor myself too. I'm not seeing Angelo just to annoy you. I'm seeing him because I need to know what I could have been like if we hadn't been switched. If all this crap wouldn't have happened. You get all that because my family is of freaking nice and accepted you right from the beginning. They already loved you and because of that, I always feel like I'm the odd one out. I can't take Regina's word because I'm not even sure if I fully trust her. And about Emmett? Do you ever think, just for a second, that there's someone out there who needs to hold on to something just to keep them sane?"

"And it had to be Emmett?" I looked away at what Daphne said. "It couldn't be some classmate of yours or someone you met at a coffee shop? This isn't over, Bay. I wasted eight years of my life having Emmett only as a friend. I'm not about to lose him to you."

"Ooooh, I'm quaking in my boots! I'm so scared I could pee. I'm so terrified at what you're going to do that I'm just going to break up with him," My words dripped with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes. "The door's over there,"

My attention drifted back to my painting and I only looked up when I heard the door slam. I sighed and put down my paintbrush, cleaning myself up in the sink at the back of my studio. It was futile now to continue my painting. The recent fight with Daphne had wiped away my inspiration and creative juices, releasing a few tears as well. I was spent.

I collapsed on my very comfortable orange beanbag and stuck my earphones in my ears, putting my iPod on shuffle. I turned up the volume as My Medicine by The Pretty Reckless began. The first beats filled my body as my eardrums vibrated. I closed my eyes and gradually fell asleep.

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