"My parents had the nerve to tell that stupid therapist that we had broken up!" Bay signed to Emmett with a very unhappy look on her face.

"Wow." Emmett signed with a shocked expression.

Bay smacked her paint brush against the building wall she had chosen to be the victim of her newest passion filled creation spurt. She smeared the red paint back and forth several times. Each swish of her brush made her feel a little bit better about life.

Until Emmett tapped her shoulder calling her attention away from the mural, "Hey, it isn't the wall's fault. Don't be so mean to it." He joked, attempting to make her smile.

Bay sighed heavily and leaned her head against Emmett's shoulder. She needed him. He was the only one that could calm the fury that swirled in her mind or the chaos that seemed to control her life. Feeling the warmth of his arms around her or breathing in his smell when he is holding her close, there were just no words to describe the comfort he brought her.

Emmett enclosed his arms around Bay, hugging her close to him.

Bay felt chills when Emmett pressed his lips to her hair. How could her parents be so insane as to think she would just give him up over a fight?

After a few minutes Bay pulled away and smiled at Emmett. Who reciprocated her action with a smile of his own as he rubbed her arms.

"It'll be okay. Just give your parents time." Emmett signed to her.

Bay just rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Whatever."

Now Bay turned her attention back to her mural. She wasn't sure what it was anymore. It just looked like a hot globby mess of red and blue paint smeared in each direction. All the anger she had been painting with had melted away while Emmett held her.

"What's wrong?" Emmett asked.

"I just don't know what this is anymore. It started in anger now.." Bay was at a loss for explaining, "it's just meaningless."

Frustration made Bay toss her paint brush aside in discontent. She's just wasted all the paint for nothing.

"Can I help?" Emmett approached the wall.

"Sure." Bay shrugged her shoulders, it's not like he could do any damage to it.

Emmett took her hand, causing Bay to give him a curious look. With his free hand he signed "Trust me."

Bay nodded and Emmett continued.

He manipulated her fingers so just two fingers were pointing out and the rest were curved back into a fist. He stood behind her and extended her arm out with his to guide it, his free arm hugging her stomach. When their fingers touched the wet paint, Emmett continued to lead her.

Using two of his own fingers and two of hers, he made a quick wide upward angel that was followed by a downward slope. Then they made a mirroring image to the other side of the project.

It was a heart. Which made Bay grin.

But he wasn't finished. He released her hand and used just his own fingers to smear four letters and a symbol into the paint. B.K & E.B

"Like it?" He asked once he was finished.

Bay was speechless. He had taken her anger mural and turned it into a love note. Like it? She loved it! Like he was telling her no matter how mad or confused she feels, he would be there for her.

"Yes." She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She pressed her lips against his so quick that she barely realized she had moved herself. She let her paint covered fingers get matted into his hair, as his did in hers. They melted together in complete perfection. She loved the way his lips tasted on hers. They way he held her as if life might not go on if he let her go.

"That never gets old." Bay's was aglow when they finally pulled apart.

"Bay!" Daphne called after her dark haired counterpart as she floated into the house.

It wasn't often Bay had a smile on her face these days, so it made curiosity bubble in the red head.

"What's up?" Bay spun around to face Daphne, clapping her hands together in front of her.

"Been painting?" Daphne asked pointing at Bay's paint stained fingers.

Bay brought her fingers up for examination, "Yeah."

"Finger painting. That's new." Daphne nodded.

"I guess, it's painting. Felt nice to do it again without mom and dad watching me and asking me what it meant." Bay shrugged her shoulders, though she was inwardly smiling at the faded paint on her fingers.

"Did it mean anything?" Daphne spiked an eyebrow at Bay.

Bay didn't answer at first, too caught up remembering the way Emmett's hands guided hers. The way he felt standing behind her. Knotting her fingers in his hair.

"Yes. It meant everything." Bay felt tears pricking at her eyes.