Title: Girl Talk
Authors Note: When Daphne and Bay are talking they are signing some, because Bay is still learning, so they are speaking orally, too.
Point of View: Bay's
Emmett pulled into my drive and barely any lights were on but I could tell Daphne and Toby were still up by their light shining out the windows. He slowly let the bike come to a halt trying not to make so much noise. I had a good time. It was a relief, because the whole regina thing. I signed to him, he laughed and shook his head, smirking, of corse.
So did I. I'm happy you liked your gift. He signed back, looking at me in a way that made me want to shiver but I didn't want to give in. I put my hands around his neck and we kissed goodnight. He smirked at me when I pulled away and held my hand till I was to faraway. He sighed, putting his helmet on and gunning the gas, he raced off to get home before curfew. I laughed as I opened the door and walked inside, going up the stairs and into my room.
An hour later. . .
I walked out of the bathroom, showered, in pajama's, teeth brushed, and ready to go to bed. I slumped my way into my room, the hot shower had relaxed my muscles and I was dead on my feet. As I turned on my light, I gasped. Daphne was sitting on my bed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She told me, her voice was like it was muffled in some way.
"I'm fine. You just startled me. Is everything fine?" I asked her as put my clothes in my laundry basket.
"I want to talk about Emmett." She said, and I froze. I tuned toward her slowly, pulling the brush through my hair.
"You want to talk about Emmett? Why?" I asked, as I carefully lowered myself on to my bed. She thought for a second and the replied.
"I don't want to see either of you hurt-" I cut her off.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" I asked her, she looked startled.
"Of corse, I am. I am his best friend Bay. I like Emmett. I'm perfect for him-" I cut her off again.
"I know you are. I'm perfect for Ty. If none of this had ever happened, it might have ended up like that. But, Emmett and I, it's hard to explain. We fit, we're good together." She nodded to what I was saying.
"He said the same thing. I just wanted to tell you something, he told me that the guy always hurts you. Is that right?" She asked me and I was wary.
"It feels like it. Liam broke up with me because I was always drama. Ty left for the army and didn't tell until the day of, really." I said with a shrug. "Ty came back, but I can't be with him him. I can't see myself without Emmett." I said, staring off.
"I wanted to tell you something, about Emmett. He said these thing before he got to know you, but I don't know if he still means them." She said, advancing warily.
"Okay, what did he say?" I asked her.
"He said, this was when I was first starting to date Liam, and he did not know you at all, he said that hearing and deaf didn't mix. Because of the speaking issues, culture, and understanding." She said, and I actually think she is coming from a good place.
"Anything else?" I asked, teeth clenched. Why didn't he tell me?
"Umm, after the gay bar, I asked him about you two, he told me nothing was going on." She said, and then went quiet. We sat in silence. "What is going on between you two?" She asked after a couple of minutes.
"I guess you can call him my boyfriend. He has been helping me with the Regina thing, and we kiss, we hang out. We had our first date tonight. We went to the park." I said, in a rush, but she hung on to every word. I think my signing helped a bit, though it was still rough.
"Are you two going out again?" She asked looking at her hands.
"Maybe, after I talk to him." She nodded. "Are you okay with us?" I asked her, putting my hand on her leg.
"I will be. I'm not going to force you to break up with him. He made it clear if I do that, he will be pissed at me forever." She said, and we shared a laughed.
"I'm really sorry about the Liam thing. If you want him. . ." I trailed off, leaving it opened ended.
"It's okay, I think I like Wilkie. He's not so bad, you know?" She asked, smiling.
"Oh, trust me; I have known him all of my 15 years. Wilkie is Wilkie." I said and we laughed again. "You're not telling me this to break us up are you?" I asked her, straight forward.
"No, I'm telling you because you're my sister." She said, and leaned over to give me a hug. We laughed, then she told me goodnight. I was tossing and turning all night so sometime around 3 in the morning, I snuck out and did a Axe Girl painting a few streets over. I was home before 6.