Chapter 9: In My Dreams You're Touching My Face

Bay

It was only 8 o'clock on a Friday night, but I was exhausted. Emmett had been disappointed that I didn't want to go out tonight, but my first week of school had been killer. With all the extra classes I had taken I already had a huge stack of homework to tackle. At least I would be able to graduate in December, before the baby comes.

By 10 o'clock I had finally finished my homework for the weekend, so I pull out my sketch pad and a pencil and flop down on my bed. Ugh, It probably won't be long before I won't be able to lay on my belly anymore.

I get lost in thoughts of the baby and my crazy future as I sketch and eventually doze off.

"I have no idea what's going on with us." I say, crossing my arms and trying to keep the look of hurt off my face. "When we ran into each other at the park…I was so excited. I thought that maybe this could be our second chance. And the we hang out…and you completely shut down, and I don't know how to get back in." I look down at my feet, not wanting to make eye contact, "Do you even like me anymore?"

Ty scoffs, "Bay, I am totally into you," he says as he takes my hands in his.

"You are?" I smile and my heart skips a beat.

"Are you kidding me? When I get to see you, it's the best part of my day. It reminds me of what life was like before all this." Ty let's go of my hands and takes a few steps back. "I know this thing with us has been hard, and that's my fault."

"No, it's not." Could he really think any of this is his fault?

"Yeah, it is, Ok, I-I know I've been moody and I'm all over the place. And I'm sorry. I don't want to jerk you around and maybe we should just stop until I'm, like, fixed or something-"

"Ty, I am not going to stop hanging out with you just because you're going through a hard time right now." I cut him off, this is not how I was hoping things would go.

Ty takes a step closer to me. "I wanna be close to you, I do," he says looking deep into my eyes.

"Then…let yourself…and we can figure out the rest as we go."

Ty reaches up and touches my face and slides his hands down to my neck. I stop breathing, waiting. And he pulls my face closer to him and leans down and kisses me tenderly on the lips. I wrap my arm around his neck and kiss him back, my heart soaring with the love I feel in the kiss.

My phone starts ringing interrupting our moment.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Bay Kennish?" Comes and official sounding voice I don't recognize over the phone.

"Yes…"

"We're calling in regards of Tyler Mendosa," I look up at Ty to see him fading before my eyes, "he's been in an accident and we regret to inform you…"

I jerk awake with tears streaming down my face and my sketchpad sticking to my face. I study the drawing of Ty holding the hand of a little girl that has a perfect blend of our features intently. I get up and pull a shoebox out from under my bed. It contains a few pictures of me and Ty and a couple of ticket stubs, I add the sketch of Ty and the little girl and shove it back under my bed. I grab my lap top and lay back down, then, In my half asleep stupor, I do something I had promised myself I wouldn't do.

And within minutes I was sound asleep.

Ty

I open my e-mail for the first time in a week. I don't get much access to the phone or e-mail, and the only correspondent I have is Mary Beth, but it's nice to know how she is doing. I skim through her e-mails, which she sends daily. Most of them make me smile because she mostly talks about her new relationship with Travis, I'm so glad she finally found a decent guy that makes her happy. But, of course, she has to bring up Bay, begging me to let her tell her the truth, which I couldn't do. And why would she believe me now anyway.

And then I come across Bay's e-mail address in my mail box. I quickly open it to find all it contains is a link. I click on it and a song starts playing. No one else is in the room so I turn it up and listen.

I bet this time of night you're still up

I bet you're tired from a long hard week

I bet you're sitting in you're chair by the window

Looking out at the city

And I bet sometimes you wonder about me

And I just want to tell you

It takes everything in me not to call you

And I wish I could run to you

And I hope you know that

Every time don't

I almost do, I almost do

I bet you think I either moved on or hate you

Cause each time you reach out there's no reply

I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can't

Say hello to you

And risk another good bye

And I just want to tell you

I t takes everything in me not to call you

And I wish I could run to you

And I hope you know that

Every time I don't

I almost do, I almost do

Ohhh, We made quite a mess, babe

It's probably better off this way

And I confess, babe

That in my dreams you're touching my face

And asking me if I want to try again with you

And I almost do

And I just want to tell you

It takes everything in me not to call you

And I wish I could run to you

And I hope you know that

Every time I don't

I almost do, I almost do

I bet this time of night you're still up

I bet you're tired from a long hard week

I bet you're sitting in you're chair by the window

Looking out at the city

And I hope sometimes you wonder about me

By the time the song ends I have tears streaming down my face. It was so…Bay, sending me her feelings in the form of art, a song. I dry my eyes and go to make a phone call.

It takes three rings before she picks up.

"Ty?" Mary Beth mumbles sleepily-shit I forgot that it was three a.m. in Kansas.

"Hey, MB. Sorry I woke you."

"No, Ty, it's ok, really. I'm so glad to hear from you! How are you?"

"Um, I'm ok. I, uh, was actually just wondering how, uh, Bay was doing?" I finally spit out."

"I don't know Ty. She acts all happy-go-lucky, but she actually talks to me. It's a front. She misses you, and worries about you all the time, even though you supposedly cheated on her."

"She sent me an e-mail."

"Really?" Mary Beth asks, sounding shocked.

"Well, actually it was just a link to a song."

"When did she send that?

"Barely and hour ago, actually." My heart twists, realizing that Bay was awake in the middle of the night, thinking of me.

"Well, what song was it?" Dang, this is starting to seem like an interrogation.

"It's call I Almost Do. It's, um, basically saying she misses me…and that she's dreaming of me." I tack on the end quietly.

"I know the song." She pauses for a few seconds. "Ty, I don't know exactly how to tell you this but, uh, Bay is back with Emmett."

"Oh." I feel like my heart just stopped beating.

"But, Ty," Mary Beth continues quickly, "I think her sending you that means that her heart still belongs to you. I think she's starting to forgive you. Let me tell her the truth, please, Ty. She's been sick lately and she looks like she's barely sleeping at all. Just let me tell her."

"No, just let her keep thinking I'm an asshole."

"But, Ty-"

I cut her off. "No, Mary Beth. Just let her be with Emmett, she'll forget about me eventually." I struggle against the tears forming in my eyes, threatening to spill over. "I have to go. Just take care of yourself, ok?"

"Bye, Ty. And, please, be careful."

AN: I hope y'all enjoyed hearing from Ty:) Let me know what you think!

Also, I obviously do not own Switched at Birth or Taylor Swift's "I Almost Do" as I could only ever dream of having that amount of talent ;)