Author's Note: Hey guys sorry it took me a while to update. I had my computer hacked and i had to get it fixed. I broke this chapter up into two parts because it was three thousand words and i wasn't but half way through. I had to write this kinda quick so if there is any mistakes, please tell me. Thanks for the comments. They really make my day. Oh and I'll post the second part tomorrow or the next day. Yey! Oh and a side note, if you have a twitter, Sean Berdy has one and frequently posts pictures! I have a particular favorite where he is doing yoga! that didn't sound creepy at all... XD

Bay laid next to me in the grass and just smiled up at the sky. "I could do this everyday with you." she signed to me lazily. She turned to me "I don't understand how people could think I'm missing out on anything. I get more from this" she pointed from herself to me and continued signing, "than I would out of any conversation I would have with a hearing person." Bay rested her head on my chest. She positioned her head right over my heart and I could just barely see the crinkles around eye indicating that she was smiling.

"What are you smiling about?" I inquired.

She sat up slightly and signed "I can hear your heart beat."

"You can? I can just feel it. Sometimes I can feel it just behind my ears and it is the closest thing I have to hearing it." I mused, "Let me see your wrist." I maneuvered her wrist till I could feel the pulse and tapped the beat out on her hand. "yeah" I signed "I could do this everyday.".

But the pulse changed and I slowly crept from a peaceful sleepy haze, holding my vibrating phone where her pulse used to be. 7 a.m. wakeup! my phone informed me. I sat up and my dream started to drift through my mind. What the hell? There was a few things seriously wrong with that dream: One, Bay didn't sign so this dream started out false and two, I didn't and wouldn't have feeling for a hearing girl. I had made up that decision a long time ago. I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. But a nagging feeling pulled at the back of my brain, that even as much as I knew it wasn't true and wouldn't ever be true, I kind of enjoyed it. I went about with the rest of my day with the same feeling shadowing my every thought.

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Hey come over! I found something great! Bay texted me while I was taking pictures of a rusted bridge I had found for one of my numerous art projects. What is it? I questioned. My phone buzzed. Just come over! I need to show it to you. I sent her a text that I would and left.

I pulled up to her house and she immediately came out. "I think I found my dad." Bay signed and my mind momentarily reflected on the dream that had been plaguing me the whole day. Bay had signed to me. I smiled and quickly responded. She grabbed my hand and led me into her art studio to her laptop. She took a seat in the chair and I sat on the arm next to her so I could see the computer. On the screen was the heading "Angelo Sorento". Below was a job biography for a DJ with that name and a picture on the side. I turned back to Bay and she explained that all the dates checked out and pulled the laptop close. "Don't we look alike?" she asked.

I looked between the picture and her face a few times. There was a slight similarity between the man in the picture and Bay. I had to act excited for her because this could be it. This could be her father whom she had never known. I waved my hands in a silent clap, agreeing with her that this could be her dad. I asked if he was working and surprisingly she understood enough of the signs to comprehend the meaning. I could tell she was really insecure about meeting him. What ever she had thought of to figure out if he was her really dad hadn't included meeting him tonight.

"He is going to think I'm crazy." she said using her hands to emphasize the word crazy.

"No", I tried to calm her fears, "he will love you." I signed keeping my arms crossed over me for a little longer than necessary.

"Is that the sign for love?" I thought 'she would choose that sign'. I nodded and repeated the sign while she mirrored it. I sat there smiling at her newfound curiosity for ASL with my hands still crossed until Daphne interrupted us making the whole moment extremely awkward.

I was till recovering from the awkward moment so when she questioned why I was there, I froze. Thankfully Bay piped up and explained that she thought she had found her dad. Daphne looked like she was getting pissed so I stepped in trying to explain myself better. Bay cut me off and said the same thing I was signing and then ending it with taking full responsibility of Daphne's anger, trying to take the blame away from me.

Daphne stormed out and I followed. I ran and tapped her to get her attention. She was pissed that I had done this behind her back. "Why are you helping her?" she asked. 'Hah! Good question.' I thought

"She wanted to find him". I quickly explained. Daphne didn't want him to be found but I tried to explain that it was her dad and she needed to try to find him to have closure. "You just met her!" she signed sharply. 'I've been dealing with that same thought the whole day' I secretly agreed. I knew there was a lot of sadness about this subject for Daphne. A few years back she had confided in me that she believed her dad left her and her mother because of her, because she was deaf.

"You should come with us. We are going to his club tonight." I tried to explain but she got caught up on the word 'we'. Why was she so thrown by putting Bay and I into a group together cause it was pretty obvious that we weren't together together. What had I done to make her think differently? I couldn't articulate my answer to that question so I jumped back into trying to explain why this would be good for her. I was trying to help her and Bay find closure. I had to admit to myself that my first reason had been just because of Bay but I rationalized that subconsciously I knew I was doing it for Daphne too; to try and help extinguish her insecurities about her dad. She owed it to herself to look the guy in the eyes and show him what he had missed out on for what ever his reason for leaving was. She had told me many times the things she would say to him if she ever got a chance and this was her shot, her one chance to do it. "Atleast think about it." I tried to convince and calm her down simultaneously. She rolled her eyes at me, shook my hand off her shoulder, and stormed upstairs.

I walked back into Bay art studio and told her that Daphne was still mad but I think in the end she would come with us to see him. "When do you think we should go?" she asked. I jumped in the chair that she previously been sitting and looked at the screen. According to it, the club opened at 9. "How about at 8, so before the club opens for the night." I suggested.

"Its 5:50! What are we going to till then?"

I looked around and spotted her paintings. "Can I see some of your paintings?" "Yeah I'll show you my paintings." she said and signed back. I smiled, she was getting better at this.

She walked to one of her stacks of paintings and brought them to a easel to prop them up. "This one is of my dad." she explained while showing me a painting of an outline of a man with a question mark.

"We might be able to solve this question tonight." I told her thinking about that 'we' again. She smiled and hugged me.

"Thank again for doing this. I don't know what I would've done without you." She said pulling back from the hug just enough so I could read her lips.

"Your welcome." I signed back. She moved out of the hug and went back to her paintings. She started flipping through the painting again explaining them but one stopped her. It showed a small girl with an army helmet and a hammer bashing in a heart. She turned around and I gave her a questioning look until I saw the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I made it after Ty left. I was so pissed and hurt that he would up and leave when things were just getting started between us. I think he didn't really care enough about me if it was so easy for him to go. He wanted me to sleep with him the day before he left. Was that all I was to him?" she started to cry and I could see anger start to creep into her eyes. I closed the distance between us and comforted her.

I looked at her and signed "You are worth a lot more than just somebody to have sex with. You are worth a lot more than this." I said pointing to the painting. I took her hand and picked up paint with her index painting. She gave me a quizzical look. I just smiled and wiped the paint over the middle of the canvas partially blocking out the image. "You are worth more." I reassured her.

She gave me a heart warming smile and signed thank you. I silently laughed at her because in the process of thanking me, she got paint on her chin. I took my thumb and gently wiped it off, showing her what I was laughing at.

"That really helped." she laughed and continued to finger paint over the picture. "So why photography?" she asked randomly.

"I'm not really good with the brush strokes and the painting and the symmetry in painting and drawing." I tried to explain.

"I bet you're not that bad!"

"I'm am terrible!" I said as I tried to paint an eye over the yellow smear that covered the canvas now. It turned out okay but nowhere near good enough to be an artist.

"See that was a good start all we need is a nose, another eye, and lips." she said as she filled in the rest of the canvas to make a face. "Now this is artwork!" I laughed at her sarcasm and the fact that we had just finger painted together like a bunch of five year olds.

I walked over to a nearby sink and washed off the paint before it dried. "Do you feel a bit better now?" I asked.

"Yeah I really do. This should be like some therapy exercise or something." she laughed and washed her hands off too. She dried them and walked over to a C.D. player and pushed cassette tape into the cassette player. She instantly brightened up more. Intrigued by something that could improve her mood this much, I walked over and put my hand to the speaker to feel the vibration of the speaker to get a beat. The vibration was uneven and sporadic and I took a guess that it was Latin music, which had a tendency to be free form in rhythm. Bay explained that this was the tape that we had found two days before in Regina's stuff. She explained that there were animal noises imbedded in the song and acted out animals. I laughed at her cute animal faces.

Once I thought I had the beat I started to sway and dance. I wanted to show off so I did a quick Michael Jackson dance move to get her attention. I love Michael Jackson; his lyrics, dance moves, and beats. 'yeah' I thought after I saw Bay's surprised face "deaf people can dance too'. I turned the music up more so I could start to feel the beat in my chest and not just from the speaker and grabbed Bay's hands to dance with her. In the back of my mind I registered that I really enjoyed this; holding her hands, swaying with her, and overall just having fun with her. Though I had internalized the beat, I could feel it in Bay's movements so I believed I stayed right in time with music the whole song. We danced around a bit, both showing off our dancing skills to each other.

I took a chance and grabbed her by the waist to spin her around. I felt her body go a bit ridged in my hold and was almost scared I had done something wrong until I noticed she was looking at the door. Regina was standing at the entrance swaying around, not noticing at all that I had her biological daughter in my arms. Bay broke from my grasp and looked worried, like we had been caught doing something we shouldn't have. I quickly remembered that this was a tape meant for Regina and Bay was definitely not suppose to have it. Regina didn't notice anything about the music and ushered us to keep dancing, telling us that she was just going to leave.

After Regina left I shot Bay a glace 'Looks like we jumped that hurdle' I thought. Bay seemed similarly shocked that we hadn't been discovered. Bay shrugged and continued back where we left off. We danced around for a bit, laughing at each other bad dance moves until the song ended. I stopped when the music ended and she gave me a curious look.

"How did you know it was over. I know that Daphne told me that you can feel the beat but I didn't think that was loud enough."

"I guess you could say my senses are a lot more sharper and are not distracted by the actual noise so I can feel it better." I mouthed and sighed slowly.

"Huh. So you have better senses because they compensate for the lack of one." she seemed really intrigued by this notion, which really surprised me.

"Yeah pretty much." I said because that is about what every doctor in my life told me.

"You know, your a lot more normal to hang out with than people would originally think. Ahhh, that sounds bad. I mean, we have the same, if not better, conversations that I would have with another hearing person; if that sounds a bit better. I don't know what im trying to say…I guess I'm trying to say that I enjoy hanging out with you." she said and gave me a shy smile. I smiled back and noticed a bit of blush forming on her cheeks. I think she felt it because she quickly turned around and walked to a nearby chair.

I pulled up a chair in front of Bay so I could face her. She smiled and propped her legs on mine and closed her eyes. She was getting a lot more comfortable around me and we both knew it. I pulled out my phone and noticed the time 7:50. She jumped when I hit her legs and pulled her feet off my lap.

"and I was just getting comfortable."

I showed her my phone to show her the time. "Do you think Daphne will come with us?"

"I think she will. She has been waiting a long time to say some things to him." I could tell Bay was getting better at understanding signing because she no longer had a quizzical look on her face when we had a conversation. "Give her a little more time."

After twenty minutes I was starting to believe that Daphne not going to come and I could tell Bay was getting nervous. We needed to do this fast or she was going to back out.

"Come on." I signed, "maybe I was wrong. Lets go before it gets too late." Bay looked hesitantly at me and started to shake her head. I wasn't going to let her chicken out of one of her only chances to meet her dad. I gave Bay a reassuring smile and grabbed her hand. "Come on."

Bay tapped my shoulder when we had gotten to my bike and pointed to the stairs. "Okay. I'll go." Daphne signed and said. I smiled at bay 'see I knew she would come'. Daphne's signing was sharp and fast meaning that she was slightly angry. "I can't promise to be nice to him." and Bay decided that that was perfectly okay.

Daphne questioned how we were getting there and Bay said something she thought was really funny. I didn't know if it was how she moved her mouth or the joke but I didn't understand it completely, picking up words like passengers and sidecar. Bay just half laughed and suggested that we take Toby's car. I had been eying his car for the past week and I thought I would get a chance to drive it.

"Can I drive?" I signed but my offer was rejected by Bay who suggested that she would just drive. "I call shotgun." I signed fast calling a seat next to Bay. I don't think she understood which was surprising because I thought even to kids that was a universal sign. I cast a smirk and headed toward Toby's $30,000 car not really knowing how this night would end. 'hopefully well' I thought. Maybe I could end up really helping Bay. I would like doing that for her.

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