Hey guys...

I know, I know, its been awhile. I'm sorry. I had major writers black and then school started again and I've been extremely busy with that so...yeah.

Anyways, here is Chapter 3 :)

Hope you like it :P

Bay's POV

When I woke up in the morning, there was about 100 questions running through my head all at the same time.

First one: Why was I stitting on Emmett's lap, in my garage?

Second: Where was that pounding coming from? At first, I thought it was my head, my brain trobbing against my skull. But then I realized somebody knocking on the door. Please dont let it be Daphne...

Oh, crap. I thought through the haze that was my brain and tried to remember what happened last night. Oh, right. The party. Emmett had come and we ended up making out in my garage. We must have fallen asleep in this god awful chair.

"BAY! OPEN UP!" Toby yelled through the door.

I started tapping Emmett on the shoulder, frantically trying to get him to wake up. I discovered that morning that he was a very heavy sleeper. All that resulted from the tapping was he shifted under me, almost causing me to fall off his lap. I tried shaking his shoulder and finally resorted to kissing him.

That worked. Emmett's eyes flew open and he kissed me back for half a second before I pulled away and got off of him.

I did the sign for finally and rolled my eyes.

Well, good morning to you too.

I was about the reply when the banging on the door started again. Emmett felt the vibrations and his eyes widened. Who?

"Toby." I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the fireworks. "Okay, just stay calm and dont...move."

Emmett nodded his understanding.

I patted my hair down-although I was sure I looked like crap anyways-and opened the door, letting in the blinding sunlight. I squinted against it and focused on Toby, who was standing there with his arms crossed. He had a very amused look on his face.

He looked over my shoulder and said, "Hey, Emmett!"

Emmett raised a hand in greeting and looked down at the ground, clearly embarassed. I knew how he felt.

Toby looked back at me and grinned. "Rough night? Never mind, I dont want to know. As long as you used protection." For the first time, I was glad that Emmett was deaf so that he couldnt hear what Toby was saying.

I resisted the urge to punch my 'brother'. Instead, I just stuck my tongue out at him, like I was 5 years old. Toby just rolled his eyes at us.

"What do you want?" I still didnt know why he came out here in the first place other than to make fun of us.

"You should come look at this." Toby gestured for us to follow him.

"Look at wha-" I choked on my own words when I saw what Toby was talking about. The pavement was littered with red plastic cups, beer bottles, beer cans, and soda cans. There was toilet paper (toliet paper? What?) hanging from the trees and bushes. Plus, there was some garments of clothing; a couple coats, a few socks, a pair of shoes, and...oh god...a bra and matching pair of underwear.

I glanced back at Emmett and saw his expression matched mine: horrified.

"How wild did this party get?" I asked, stupidly, because I could clearly see how wild the party got.

Toby smirked at me and at Emmett and said, "You would know, you were there...oh, wait."

"Shut up, Toby." Then I realized something. "Hey where's Daphne?"

Toby pointed at the house. "She's in there. Starting to clean up. The inside is worse than the outside."

"Oh. Wow." I still had a killer headache but I guessed Toby and I had to go help clean.

I turned and walked up to Emmett. I didnt expect him to stay and help so I said, "I have to go pick up this mess. Maybe we can hang out somewhere later. I'll call you when I'm done."

Emmett looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?"

I'm staying to help. This place is a disaster. You need all the help you can get

"Oh, Emmett, you dont have to do that."

He waved his hand like it was no big deal.

We went into the house and found Daphne in the kitchen, putting cans and bottles into a trash bag.

"There you guys are! This is going to take forever to finish." Daphne said, without turning around. She must have felt the vibrations from the door slamming shut.

When she finally did face us, she was suprised to see Emmett standing there. "Emmett, what are you doing here...at 9 o'clock in the morning?"

Emmett glanced at me out the corner of his eye. I came back to help you guys clean up. Looks like you need it. He gestured around the room.

Daphne raised an eyebrow, almost like she didnt believe him, but said, "Oh, well, thanks."

Emmett just smiled.

Daphne threw us each a trash bag. Toby went into the living room and Emmett and I went outside.

An extra pair of hands or not, we were in for a long day.

Cleaning up the house was absolute hell. There was crap everywhere. If I never seen another red plastic cup in my life, it would be too soon.

Emmett left soon after we finished, saying that he had to go home and change his clothes and that he would be back later so we could do something.

As soon as he left, Daphne and I sat in the kitchen, drinking bottles of water. I decided right then that I was going to tell Daphne about Emmett and me. It wasn't going to be easy and Daphne was probably going to be pissed, but I still had to tell her.

"So…" I really didn't know how to say this. How do you tell your biological mothers un-biological daughter that you're dating her best friend?

I didn't have time to figure it out though because Daphne started talking first. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure…"

"I think…I might…sorta kind of…like someone…"

"Who?" I thought about all the guys that have been around. Wilke was too much of an idiot for Daphne to like. My eyes widened. "Oh god, please tell me it's not Toby…because that would be wrong on so many levels and-"

I stopped talking when Daphne reached over and smacked my arm.

"Of course it's not Toby!"

"Whew. Then who? Do I know him?"

"Emmett." Daphne smiled.

My breath caught in my throat and I felt like I was suffocating. Did she say that she was falling for Emmett? Maybe I was going deaf. No, I definitely heard her right.

"Bay? Are you okay? Hello, Earth to Bay!" Daphne waved a hand in front of my face.

"Yeah…I'm fine. I…have to go." I jumped of my stool and ran out of the kitchen and into the garage.

Did she really have to tell me that…right now, when I was just starting see that maybe Emmett actually likes me? That maybe I was good enough for him even if I'm not good enough for my parents andRegina?

I knew that as soon as Emmett found out about Daphne's feelings, he would dump me for her. She was the one he always loved.

I flung myself down onto the chair that was in the middle of the floor but then I realized that it was the same chair I had made out with Emmett only the day before. Getting up, I went over to my paints.

I grabbed a few and turned to my next blank canvass.

By the time I was done, I had paint splattered everywhere, on my face, in my hair, on my arms. I stepped back and looked at what I had painted.

Emmett. I had painted Emmett signing I Love You. It looked so much him that it almost looked like a photograph.

I studied the painting from his red hair to his skillful hands. But my gaze kept getting locked on his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that sparkled green.

5 minutes later, lost in thought and still admiring the painting, I jumped when I heard a loud bang behind me.

I turned on my heel and found myself facing…Emmett. He was leaning in the doorway and apparently had just banged on the wall to get my attention.

He looked so happy to see me that if I wasn't so upset, I would have smiled.

Emmett's smiled faltered and was replaced with concern. He must have just showered because his hair was wet and he was wearing a blue tshirt under his mornal leather jacket.

What's wrong? He signed and started to move into the room.

Crap, I really didn't want Emmett to see my painting. I spun around and attempted to grab the painting to turn it around but all I managed to do was knock over the pot of green paint.

Luckily, Emmett has amazing reflexes and was able to reach over and grab the pot before it hit the ground. He stood back up and handed me the green paint, but not before noticing the painting.

He gasped and moved closer to get a better look at it. I blushed. Looking over his shoulder, he signed, that's beautiful.

I smiled and said, "Of course, it's you." Okay, I know that sounded sappy but I couldn't help myself.

Emmett rolled his eyes because that was obviously not what he meant. He turned back toward the piece of art and I moved up behind him.

I decided right then that, even though it was probably going to kill me, that I needed to break up with him. I needed to end what was happing with him before it went any further and he broke my heart. Knowing what I know now about Daohne, I knew it was inetivible.

I took a deep breath and was just about to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention when suddenly he spun around and his crashed into mine.

All thoughts of breaking up flew from my mind and I lost myself in the kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck and his went around my waist. He picked me up a few inches off the ground so he didnt have to bend.

Just as I tilted my head to deepen the kiss farther, I heard a strangled noise behind me. I pulled away from Emmett who opened his eyes slowly.

Emmett looked over my shoulder and his eyes widened and then he dropped me. Granted I was only like 5 inches off the ground I didnt drop far but still.

I turned around slowly , scared of who was standing back there. Actually, I already knew who was standing back there but I really didnt want to admit it to my self.

But when I did turn around, the only thing I saw was a flash of red hair running out of the door, which slammed afterwards.

Crap...

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