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Bay it's been over a week you can't keep sleeping in your art studio.

I'm worried about you.

Why don't you come stay at my house for a little while?

No, none of them sounded right. Emmett had been trying for days for the right way to bring up the idea of Bay staying with him and his mom (his dad had moved out awhile ago). But, if he waited any longer, then he might have waited too long. He had to say something before it got worse.

Emmett paced the length of his bedroom for what felt like the hundredth time. Pacing didn't help, but it was better than just sitting there. He didn't want to ask his mom for help; it was already enough that she even agreed.

Sighing, Emmett continued his pacing.

Bay was busy with a new painting. The idea had come to her in the middle of the night and Bay had hardly been able to stop since. It wasn't even like there was a picture in her mind of what it was supposed to look like when she finished. More like she was getting bits and pieces of the whole and she painted. It was like a puzzle, once you get this part, then you see what comes next.

She was so absorbed in her art, that she didn't noticed Emmett had come in, until he was right behind her.

Hey, What's up? Bay asked. She put her paint brush down, it could wait until later.

Remember how I asked why you slept here? I was wondering if you'd like to stay at my house for a little while. He watched her face closely as he signed. Hoping she wouldn't react badly. He wanted this to work out so much.

And your mom would be OK with this? Bay asked. She remembered clearly how much Melody seemed to dislike her.

Yeah, I talked to her. She said it was fine.

Let me think about it for a little while. Bay motioned for Emmett to make himself comfortable. They'd spent so much time here lately, that they both had their "spots". Emmett made himself comfortable on the couch. Bay, who usually sat next to him, took a seat across from him, with a sketch pad in her hand. Can I draw you? Bay asked. It was good that she was in a creative mood again.

Emmett nodded.

Bay started with his face, carefully making each line, each curve. Meticulously making each hair on his eyebrows. Every once in a while she'd look up from her paper to Emmett. It took her a few tries on his mouth. Partly because he kept moving it. Making silly faces, or just smiling at her. He knew she was looking at him, and wanted to make Bay smile. Which worked, but his mouth kept coming out wrong. The lines by his mouth and eyes were crafted delicately. Bay's pencil lightly glided across the surface of the paper until it was covered in charcoal. Her finger gently shading as she continued.

Can I see it yet? Emmett asked.

Bay shook her head. Not until I'm done.

Emmett gave her his classic "sultry James Dean smirk" in return. Stop it. I'm trying to work. Bay signed, even though she loved it when he did that.

Bay kept working on the picture.

Occasionally she would get distracted from looking at him and forgot to keep drawing.

It was almost an hour later when Bay put the paper aside and got up. She moved over to sit next to Emmett, I will. I'll come stay at your house. Bay signed. It couldn't be worse than living in her art studio.

Emmett pulled Bay into a hug and kissed her. They both got lost in the kiss. It seemed to last forever, yet be much too short at the same time.

Can I see your drawing now? Emmett asked. In response, Bay smacked his arm playfully.

Sure. She went over to the chair she had been sitting on and retrieved the picture.

It looked amazing. While, Bay could only see a bunch of small details that should be fixed; Emmett saw something that was perfect.

It's amazing. You're amazing, he added in his head.

Author's note: Sorry if the beginning confused you. The italicized part were Emmett's thoughts.

Also sorry if this chapter isn't very good. I got really bad writer's block on how to write what Emmett was going to say.

Part of me feels like this chapter isn't complete, but on the other hand I can't think of anything I'd want to add to it. Hope you liked it. :)

One more thing, I really like writing this and thank you so much to all of you who asked me to continue. Otherwise this would have just stayed a one-shot.