Title:Interruptions
Authors Note: So this is actually the second version. The first version was deleted after I had they fix my computer because Safari would stay up. So I did that not realizing that it doesn't even ask you if you want to restart it of do that later, no it goes ahead on it merry way. I started crying when I realized that it was gone, because it was about 5 paragraph's from finished, and had taken 2 hours to write out! So here is the second copy, longer then the first. Also, i the last chapter, I was trying to make Daphne come from a good place, telling that to Bay. She wasn't being a bitch or anything, she was just watching out for Bay.
Point of View: Bay's

I was standing in my art studio, and painting a new canvas, dark colors this time. I couldn't get over it! I know if this relationship had any doubts then we would try to handle it. I wasn't mad at Daphne for telling me, I was mad at Emmett for keeping it from me. Sure, I was a bit pissed that Daphne would play that card but it's the point! Emmett has had or has doubts. I didn't even know if he still felt this way!

I feel used, and like an experiment. Was that what I was? Was he just trying something new, but when he didn't like it anymore, to just discard it? God! Why do guys hate me? To Liam, I was just a drama queen. With Ty, he raced out of town to the army, and didn't tell till the last day! Emmett . . . Emmett, I actually like him. A lot.

I know I shouldn't, for a lot of reasons. I should want Ty, who is back in town and we had so much fun when we were together, he was willing to be serious with me. But I didn't want him; I didn't want to fall in his arms. We didn't have much in common, and we didn't have a lot to talk about. The one time I invited him into my world, he said no upon no. Sure, he did come, but I had to beg so many times! Emmett, Daphne just had to say one freaking word! God, my own boyfriend follows his best friend around like a lost puppy!

If it came to the day where Emmett had to choose, I would be so scared it wouldn't be me. I don't want him in that position; because I know it wouldn't be me. I wouldn't end up with my knight in leather and Daphne would. I realized that I was all but throwing my brush at the canvas, so I laid the brush down and sat in my chair. Emmett was coming over in two hours, at 3 he would be here to hang out with me and tutoring. What would I say? I wondered putting my head in my hands.

Suddenly all of my muscles coiled up and I really, really wanted to hit something. I was staring at my canvas and noted how the paint splattered and it gave me an idea. I walked over to my cabinets and grabbed a pack of balloons from Toby's last birthday. I then squatted down and opened the cabinets under the sink and grabbed my paints, the dark colors: navy, dark green, blood red, crimson, black, and wood brown. Then I grabbed the funnel by the sink and a bucket from the spot beside the door.

I filled them all up and when I looked at my little bucket of 38 balloons, I knew I needed more. So, I exited my garage and went into my house, I walked to the hall closet, everyone watched me as I past by them. I grabbed another pack of balloons and then thought it over, and grabbed one more pack. 140 balloons + 38 balloons = 178 balloons. That should do it. I then walked out as quickly as I could, I heard my mom call after me, but I was in a rampage mode.

I quickly filled them up and had to open my new bottle of crimson and brown. After I had all of my paint balloons in buckets, I went to the back of my studio and grabbed five regular canvases. I then went into my dad's workshop and grabbed a hammer and some nails. I went back to my studio and connected all of the canvases together. When I laid them against the wall I quickly got another bright idea. I ran to the long cabinet, and pulled out one of my full cutouts of axe girl.

I pinned it to the canvas, so when I was done I could take her off and there would be just plain canvas where she had been. I put my iPod on my dock and turned it up loud, before shutting the studio doors. Then I walked over to my balloons. I picked up the first one and threw it, hard. I then threw the second and the third, then the fourth, and so on and on. I ended up spending all of my 'thinking time' hurling balloons at my canvas.

2 hours later. . .

When I finally finished, I took a deep breath. Sure, it didn't remove all the feelings, but it removed enough to be fairly rational. I picked up a sheet and draped it over my painting, then gathered up the buckets and went to put them back besides the door. I stopped dead in my tracks, the buckets clattered to the floor.

I was being watched, by a guy with a bright red camera. I sighed as my muscles unlocked and I gathered up the buckets. Hi. I said as he walked in. He sat down in the plastic chair next to my chair. Waiting, as I finished cleaning up my art studio. I took down the splattered tarp I put up behind the canvas. I put my paintbrushes in water, closed all the paint up, put the bottles away, threw the balloon packages and scraps away, and took my iPod off my dock, and turned on my cassette player. I had paint on my smock and hands. I was pretty sure it was on face too.

I finally took a seat and looked at him. Daphne said you were in a bad mood.He signed as I lay back in my chair, getting comfy.

That's one way to put it. I signed back to him. Speaking like always, like he always mouthed.

What's wrong? Did something happen? He signed quickly, that my eyes go wide and he slowed down.

"Daphne told me that you think hearing and deaf doesn't mix." I signed what I could. He sighed and shook his head. "Was she lying?" I asked him, and he shook his head. "So you do think that?" He shook his head. "What then?" I asked.

I used to think that, when I didn't know you. He signed, but it didn't make me feel any better. I closed my eyes and leaned back. He pulled on my hand and I looked at him. What did Daphne say?He asked me. I grabbed the pen and paper off the side table next to me from when we left it here last Wednesday.

She said that you told her that hearing and deaf doesn't work. The day after we went to the gay bar, she asked you what was going on between us and you said nothing. I'm assuming the next day, you kissed me. I wrote before passing the notepad and pen to him. He read it over and his expression was passive.

Yes, I did say that, like after we first met each other, and she was starting out with Liam. Then she confronted me, I didn't know what I was feeling so I went on defense. It is true, I love Daphne, but not really in that romance way, it's more platonic now. He was writing really fast and then passed the notepad back and I read it, and I really got stuck on that last line.

If it's platonic, then why do you have that damn shrine?

It's just pictures, pictures I took. I also put some up of you and me, but you won't go in my room anymore.

You wonder why?

What's wrong Bay? He wrote back to me, and I looked at for awhile, before getting up and placing the notepad and pen on my counter.

"My life is not just in a hundred pieces anymore! It's in a thousand pieces! How am I supposed to pick that up?" I said, feeling the burning sensation in my eyes, knowing they were filling with tears. I went and sat back down.

Slow- please slow down- He said- signed using the slow sign when you put your hand palms down and move them down. He said please by placing his hand flat over the center of his chest and moving it clockwise a few times.

"I don't want to slow down Emmett!" I said as slowly as I could manage, putting my hands on his shoulders so he would understand I was serious. "I want to vent and I want to scream! I want you to understand me." I said, suppressing the sobs.

I can't- I don't- I can barley under- He signed, with that pained looked, the one that made you want to comfort him.

"I have no clue what you're saying, Emmett!" I said, pushing him away gently to walk somewhere else in the studio. Before I could walk a few steps he grabbed my hand and rubbed circles on the back of it, comforting me. I was breathing hard, just as a knock came from the door. I quickly turned my head causing Emmett to turn toward the door, and he stood up straighter like a snap. I swear, I have no clue what changed in him, but he looked like he could throw down. I stood up straighter, more slowly and put a hand on Emmett's shoulder, pushing myself in front of him. I tried to straighten myself up a bit and wipe away any traces of tears.

"Ty, what are you doing here?" I asked as Emmett reached for me, but I just moved out of his reach. Ty was standing at the door, his cast was gone and he now had a brace. It kind of confused me because that would mean he had been in the cast for awhile now. How long has he been home? I shook my head and redirected my attention, backing back into range of Emmett, who quickly wrapped his hand around my waist, but didn't push me or pull me.

"I wanted to talk to you. You wouldn't answer my calls or text messages." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"Some would take a hint." I said, smirking. He laughed, and nodded.

"I just wanted to know if we are really over, or if there is some hope. Like if you break it off with-" Then everything happen really fast. Emmett was no longer behind me but signing really, really fast to Ty. I then saw Ty sign- wait, Ty signs? - something back. It just kept going till Emmett shoved Ty and pointed to the door. Ty signed something in return, and Emmett literally pushed Ty out, and then slammed the door. It made a loud bang and I jumped. What was that? I signed at him. Emmett grabbed something off my counter and started writing. I walked over to read over his shoulder.

He said that it would never work, that you would get bored of signing and of me, that he was better for you. He said he could read the doubt in your eyes when he walked in. He said that you would leave me and I would end up with Daphne and he would get you. I didn't like it; I want to end up with you. This can work if we try, we can't quit before we try. I read his words and when he turned to look at me his face was pleading. I looked at him, and I felt drained. I walked back to my chair, and he grabbed my wrist. I wasn't ready to deal with this, I had started worrying too early and now, we were waist deep in this conversation and there was no way out, we had to talk it through.

I l- He started signing but then the door opened again, and it was like Emmett and I could never talk alone or, we couldn't talk without being interrupted. It was nauseating, I just want this conversation to be done with, but all these interruptions were making it so hard. I threw my hands in the air, walking in the direction of my new painting. "Oh my freaking god!" I yelled out, not caring who heard, but the thing was nobody did hear. Except for my outburst, it was quiet.