(Bay's POV)
God. We're running around like we're reckless delinquents- classic. I was amazed to see how easy it was for Emmett to purchase bulk spray paint. He said as we were leaving the store that people never assumed a deaf kid was ever up to trouble; I suppose that was true. The moon was up and I hadn't heard a wink from back home; the night seemed too perfect but I wasn't counting my red flags I was counting the amount of fun I was having. It was more than usual.
"Any new ideas floating around in that art school brain of yours?" He signed to me as I smiled wearily at the idea of being out till early morning with him.
I shake my head, "Not a clue… how about… maybe… a recollection of high school? A monument to the times we had, and the times we didn't?"
He gave me a peculiar look before bursting into a smile, "Serious?"
I shrugged, "Guess I'm getting sentimental with this whole leaving thing!" I could feel my ears turning red with embarrassment; should I have just said angry children with axes?
"Great!" He pulls out a can of red, shakes it up, and nonchalantly starts going to town on the naked wall in front of us.
I don't want to paint tonight; I just want to watch. So I do. I watch him intently, studying every crease of his clothing and the veins popping in his hands. I wonder what he's thinking. I'm not even sure what I'm thinking, I just know that it's different then I how I usually feel. In a good way of course, I think I've just reached a point of pure bliss even if just for a little bit.
"You okay?" He halts his painting and turns to me.
I smile, "I'm great."
He returns the gesture and awkwardly pats my back- I feel so close to him again.
Minutes pass by before I see his dimly lit face again. He's walking back to me blocking my view from what he had just been working on. He kneels in front of me and squeezes both my hands before quickly dropping into a much more casual sitting position.
"Why did you ask me to do this?" He raises an eyebrow and my heart can't help but race.
I shake my head and laugh quietly, "I just thought it would be a good idea…. It's been… awhile."
He chokes, "After so long, right now; right now you want to be friends again?" Emmett's face is turning angry.
I gasp, "It's not even like that!" Does he really think I timed it out this way?
"I'm going to be totally honest with you Bay. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in love with you, but you make it so… damn hard." He stands up to reveal a life size painting of the two of us on his motorcycle- had I really been off in dreamland that long.
"Emmett…" I'm in awe at his sheer talent and his honesty, "This is incredible…"
He shrugs with his arms crossed, "Maybe I should take you home…"
"Or not?" I cross my arms, "Why are you being like this?"
He was doing that thing. That thing where he pissed me off to the extent that I didn't want to see him for quite some time but at the same time I could feel his anger as well and his seemed more legitimate then mine.
"I'm so sorry…." I crumple back to the ground in a heap of welled up anger, frustration, and in typical female fashion I begin to cry.
Emmett steps away from my body looking confused. Quickly he shakes his surprise and kneels down to pat me on the back. I try to cover my eyes but that doesn't work; he pulls them away.
"I didn't mean to make you cry…" He's not angry, he's not sad, he looks calm.
I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath, "I'm sorry that I messed so much up for you. I didn't know that you were so… so in love with me."
He shrugs, "It's okay…."
The whole mood has turned to awkward and I don't know whether to keep crying or run far away into the night.
"I'm just so… everything is just so stressful and it has been, and I didn't think I was going to be with Noah but then that happened but I didn't want to just get back together with you because I thought well maybe I should explore my options but I should have at least listened to you and-," He kissed me- maybe to shut me up, maybe because he thought the moment was right. I return the smooch but remain unsure of why. He cheated on me. I lied to him.
Maybe that was how life was going to go? Maybe that's how everyone was?
I begin to question my morals as he holds me closer; a reminder that he'll stay with me as long as I wish for him too. Never in life had a boy been so wrapped around my psychotic, mentally fragile finger- they usually saw right through but not Emmett. He was still here, months after the breakup, months after the incident, and he was still kissing me and buying me dinner. I'm in awe.
"Take me home…." I pull away, making sure he's looking me in the eyes.
He nods slowly, his plan visible as he helps me from the ground, hand still clasped in mind. He doesn't just want to take me home, he wants to take me to his home, to his room and pray that for once I don't object to his insensitive barbaric behavior.
This was escalating quickly.
