Emmett stared at the mass of curly, yet contained hair in front of him. Yet, I wasn't the hair doing her homework in front of him. It was Bay. Sometimes Emmet was irritated by her, flaunting her beauty in front of him like a prize that he cannot win. And she didn't even know she was doing it. She probably didn't even know how beautiful she was. But she wasn't one of those mall girls, fishing for compliments, pretending to be self-conscious. Bay wasn't like other girls. Bay suddenly looked up at Emmet. His face was ridden with guilt and obviously flushed, for he had just been caught staring. But who better to stare at than the love of his life?
Bay was so much more amazing when they were together. When they were broken up, she claimed to be over him. But, Bay is an artist, not an actor. When they are together, somehow there was less jealousy. Emmett somehow always knew what to say to make Bay feel better. Whenever there was too much drama in her life, which was always, Emmett knew just what to say. Even when they were broken up, Emmett was always there for Bay. Love was in the air, and they just couldn't get enough of it. "You're staring again, aren't you?" Bay signed without even looking up from her laptop. She furiously tried to type swiftly, but failed. Bay had yet to get surgery for her hand, and it was driving her insane.
"Why don't you take a break? Maybe you could do something that doesn't involve your right hand," Emmett suggested. Bay registered his words, but ignored him as if she had not even looked up to see him sign. Bay tried again and failed. She was so frustrated that she considered punching a brick wall over and over again in attempt to get some feeling back into her hand. Before she could put more thought on the subject, a drizzle of rain turned into a full out downpour. They ran as fast as they could without dropping anything to Bay's car, which luckily had a waterproof cover to protect their laptops and other valuable items. Bay was about to hastily get into the car and speed home, but Emmett stopped her. Before she knew it Emmett was taking her in his arms and kissing her. It was not a make-out. It was not intense. It was gentle. Emmett always knew how to give Bay a kiss so gentle and short, she fluttered inside. Emmett walked around to the other side of the car and got in. Once Bay was in her seat, he turned his head and smiled. Emmett took Bay's hand and they drove home, both smiling like lovestruck 10 year olds the whole way.