Title:Complication's part 2
Authors Note: Ohh, for those who like that I explain the signs, thank you. It's because I'm studying sign language. I'm not so good but I like to think I'm getting there.
Point of View: Bay's

"Oh wow." Someone said at the door, we both spun around. Emmett pulled me closer and I stood there in shock. I moved forward a bit, Emmett's hold only allowed me so much room. I stared in a bit of shock at the guy at my studio door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, finding my voice. He looked from me to Emmett; my guess is he was choosing his words carefully. He finally spoke after some time.

"I got shot, in the arm." He said, and finally I noticed the cast on his arm.

"Not in town, parse. I meant here, here; my art studio, my home." I said, as Emmett pulled me back away from Ty.

"I wanted to talk to you." He said warily, looking from Emmett's hand on my waist back to me. "I want to talk about us getting back together." I felt Emmett's hold tighten and he read Ty's lips. I turned to Emmett and pointed at him and to the door.

Why? He signed back to me, he looked astounded.

So, I can let him down gently. I did date the guy. I tried to sign to him, he looked at me confused. I thought about it and moved some signs around, and then he nodded. He back away and held his hands in mock surrender, the left.

Emmett! I signed as he looked back at me; I made my face a pleading one so he would understand I was doing this for us. That he was the one that I wanted. He signed the word 'finished', then I signed his name again, but he left. I sighed and turned toward Ty. I kind of threw my hands out before clapping them in front of me. "So, what's on your mind, Ty?" I said, as I walked back to my easel and picked up my paint brush again.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to go out tonight. You know, get back together." I just painted. I knew what I should want. I should want the guy with the voice. The guy who can hear what I'm saying, the guy I don't have to learn a new language for. But that's not the kind of guy I want. I want the deft guy, the one who can't talk, and I have to learn a new language for, I just don't see it like that.

"I can't." I said, and I heard a sigh. I turned around; he was rubbing his neck and looking up. "I'm kind of with Emmett. Most people don't really get it, but when you get to know him . . . there's more then the 'James Dean' smirk. I really like him, Ty." I said, washing off the paint brush and dipping it into the yellow.

"I just don't get it, we had something." He said and I could hear him fall into the chair. He sighed and laughed, not the sane laugh either. "I really thought we had it. You know, when you feel butterfly's just thinking about that person, it."

"I'm sorry. I mean, I wished we could go back, but the 'it' you were just describing, that's what I feel." He looked up as I turned around; hope in his eyes, as realized my bad choice of words. "I feel the butterflies right now, because I can't stop thinking about the way Emmett looked when he left, and how all I want to do is find him and make it up to him. Show him there isn't another guy like him." I finished my rant with a deep breath and then looked out the window.

"We missed our window, huh?" He said, looking up at me. He was leaning on his arms which were balanced on his knees. His eyes only show the sign of regret. "Our chance, its gone now, isn't it?"

"Yeah, we missed it." I said, turning around for a moment, and putting the paint brush back into the water so it can soak, before turning back around and gesturing to the door. "Want me to walk you out?" I asked. He looked up surprised at my suggestion, as if he didn't realize that that's what came out of my mouth.

"We can't catch up at all?" He asked. His voice was the sound of an astonished person.

"Well, remember when I said I wanted to find Emmett and make it up to him? Yeah, I kind of meant that." I said giggling a nervous laugh that was making this even more awkward, so I stopped. I waited till he got up, to follow after him. He opened the door and smirked.

"You won't have to look far." He said, and pointed to the wall opposite of us. I looked over and Emmett was leaning against the wall, messing with his bike. I felt a smile on my face and I quickly lead Ty to his truck.

"So, a goodbye kiss, or no?" he said, moving his hands up and down, like he was weighing the options in his hands. I rose up on my toes and kissed him on the cheek, giving him a weak smile and I back up. He hopped up into his truck and gave me a regretful smile. "I'm going to regret this." He said, as he back out of the drive and left. I smiled again as I thought of the perfect guy just 20 feet away.

I turned on my heels and was taken by surprise when I caught his eyes; he was watching that whole exchange. I bit my lip before point to me, then place my hand a few inches from my chest and made my middle and thumb meet against my palm, and lastly I pointed to him. I bit my lip again, as I watched him, waiting for his reaction. He thought for a moment before he signed the same thing back.

I like you, too.