A/N: Okay, this is a bit different, I know, but since we didn't Emmett in this episode, I had to kind of 'invent' what he might be thinking/ going through during all this with Bay.

So, please let me try and be clear. AFTER Las Dos Fridas, when they show the preview for next week (and yes, I realize those are often very misleading) and from the ABC family website, sneak peak area, I got a small glimpse of "Protect Me from What I Want"...I have NO idea if this is REALLY where the show's going, but I'm just guessing and playing with the characters. If you are the type of person who doesn't enjoy spoilers then please don't read until after you watch the episode. Any words/scenes I use that are repeated in the next episode are purely coincidental and I am only using those two, three second glimpses in order to have a vague idea, will not use exact wording...thanks so much for bearing with me! :-)

Las Dos Fridas

EPOV:

God, I missed Bay!

Not seeing her these past few days was rough. I had been so happy and then all of a sudden everything just...went bad.

I knew that she needed space. And I was desperately trying to give it to her. Plus, while I knew she didn't mean what she said, I was still a bit hurt that she accused me of only being nice to try and get her into my bed. I would never do that. Not to say I'd be disappointed if she wanted to make up in bed...

Anyway.

Walking into our kitchen, I opened the fridge, hoping to find something to eat. My stomach was growling uncomfortably.

No food. Only a package of bologna and a few condiments. Damn! But there was another note. Third day in a row. I quickly scanned it.

E,

O and I went out to dinner. Make sandwich for yourself.

Love,

Dad

-and tell your mom I feed you!

I sighed. Looks like bologna is was. Again. I was getting damn sick of bologna. I was also getting damn sick of being the messenger between my parents. I'm supposed to be the kid in this relationship, yet they can't even have a civil conversation without involving me...sheesh!

Mom wasn't over me choosing to move in with dad. To be honest, it wasn't as great as I once imagined it would be. Sure, I enjoyed the no rules, no bedtime, letting me skip school part of the deal. I loved the fact that Dad and Olivia BOTH were on my case to make up with Bay and have her back over. Dad knew how upset I was when she left last time and Olivia's even offered to call and talk to her. Try and smooth things over. Like I need her help! Geez, I'm not a child anymore!

But,despite all that, I did miss mom's house sometimes. Mostly I missed the food. And the company. I'd be all over Dad and Olivia going off every night if Bay were here, but right now I was by myself and it was kinda lonely. Too lonely.

My hand skimmed the surface of my phone for the thousandth time in the past few days. Bay.

I was truly torn. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to push too hard and have her flee, but if I did nothing then we'd NEVER get anywhere. Not to mention I MISS her!

Knowing Bay, she had gone home, relived every word of our disagreement (I can't even call it a fight!) and had blamed herself and worried over my reaction ever since.

I wasn't mad at her. I knew from the start that I was falling in love with a fierce, independent thinking, hot headed girl. Falling in love. Huh.

I haven't told her. I was thinking about telling her the night she was to stay over. I had it all planned out. We'd be snuggling in my bed, I'd be holding her closer and would whisper to her how very much I loved her. Then, overcome by gratitude and her own feelings of love, she'd beg me to make love to her for hours on end. It would've been perfect. Sigh...

Except for the fact that I still wasn't comfortable talking in front of others. Bay assured me she didn't care, and I'd spoken to her before. But something about it just felt...wrong. It wasn't me.

But I wasn't giving up. This was too important to me. To us. Bay was trying so hard to learn sign for me. I wanted to show her that this wasn't a one-sided relationship. I was willing to meet her halfway. I also planned on spending more time at her house with her family. It wasn't until Olivia (ironic, huh?) pointed it out that I noticed ; Almost all our 'hanging out' was done at my house. I knew it wasn't her enjoying my dad because she hung out a lot at mom's house too.

I had only had the barest of conversations with her parents. Of course, a lot of that was due to their minimal signing skills. Still, I couldn't help but feel sometimes that Bay kept a distance there. Is she embarrassed by me? Does she want to keep some distance between me and her family because this is just a casual thing to her?

No! I didn't believe that. I wouldn't. Bay had proved time and again that she cared for me. That our relationship was important to her.

Maybe she's still harboring some feelings for Ty...

And that right there was why I hadn't told her.

Coward.

I knew I should tell her. Bay was surprisingly sensitive and very observant. She's no doubt noticed that we haven't taken that step. Damn! I should tell her...but what if she's not ready? What if she doesn't love me? What if...

All this heavy thinking was making my head hurt. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where to go from here, and I didn't know if I was ready to admit my feelings to her. The one thing I did know is that I wasn't willing to give her space any longer. Tomorrow, first thing, I was going to go see her. This separation had to end!

I slept better that night than I had in days. No worries about mom and dad fighting over me. No feelings of loneliness and regret. I simply dreamed of once again being with my Bay. My Bay...I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. Tomorrow...