Title:Never
Authors Note:So, last chapter . . . so sad, but it lead's in to episode 10. Thank you for read and I hope you enjoi! Check out my YouTube, I have a bunch of Bemmett videos. If you go to my profile and click homepage, it will take you straight there! :D My plots never turn out like they should, and this one really didn't they had a whole different plot line and I was surprised by how far I trailed off. .
Point of View:Bay's

I pulled away and started signing some more, serious this time. He looked at me confused for a moment when I realized I was going faster than usual. I had practiced this all morning and last night. I sighed then restarted.

I practiced two different speeches. One for breakup, one for choosing me. I want you to know, it would be so much easier for me if I went and got back with Ty, so much easier. I wouldn't have to learn another language, I wouldn't have to make you change or slow down all the time. But I don't want Ty, I just want you. I want to be able to talk this fast normally, but I'm still learning and I need you to be patient with me. I need you to not run to Daphne every time we argue. I need to not run to Daphne. My point is I just want to be with you. End game. I finished and he just stared at me, I almost thought I went too far with the Daphne thing but he nodded and signed 'Ok'. I smiled at him in disbelief and he signed 'what'. I thought you were gonna walk away. I signed and he laughed shaking his head.

Never. He said leaning down to kiss me. I felt his lips meet myne and then an electric tingle, a spark, if you will. I latched on harder and pulled him into me. Not expecting that, I bet. He smiled into the kiss, so did I. His hands moved from my waist and latched on to the counter. I giggled and kept going, not getting enough. I never felt this with any of the others, it was intoxicating.

I felt him turn us, to where I was pinned. I braced myself on the counter, one of his hands, which were on my waist, cupped my neck. I pushed up with all my weight and hopped on the counter. His tongue met myne. I move my hand back around his neck and he kept kissing me like that. I was surprised. I mean, sure I've done this with other guys, but never thought 'boyish hot' Emmett would. It was exciting. As I was thinking it, he slowed down and cupped my chin with his hand, leaving 'butterfly' kisses on my lips, I smile. He pulled back and mouthed 'wow'. I nodded, laying my forehead against his.

He moved to the side, and I hopped down. I went over to my painting and removed the remains of what held down 'Axe Girl'. I heard Emmett come up behind me. I turned to look at him.

I like it. He signed looking it over. I smiled at him.

"Take a picture, because I'm about to destroy it." I signed what I could. I grab the hammer and walked up to painting.

Why? Emmett asked me.

"Remember when I told you that no one knew?" He nodded at me. I swept my hands toward the painting. "Major red flag." I finished. He nodded, getting what I meant. He held up his finger, signaling hold on. He walked over to his bag and grabbed his camera. I moved out of the frame and he captured the moment. He then snapped a picture of me, smiling at him. I laughed and he put his camera back up. Then I dismantled it, and used this one spray to wipe the paint off, Emmett helped me. (A/N I have no clue if there is such a spray but I don't think Bay would waste canvases) After that we put them back in their cupboard.

Why did you design 'Axe Girl'? Emmett asked me and I had to think about that for a few minute.

"Why did I do Axe girl?" I asked him. He nodded and so I thought about it. I guess a rebellion of sorts. I don't really know. I wanted something different in a pretty place.

I like that. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering what he meant, when he explained further. You know. That it is something different in a pretty place, there's nothing like it. He signed to me, and I thought about it. I liked that, a lot. That he thought my work was something to think about, that it wasn't just something that you pass by a never think of again. That it meant something. I nodded my head as I turned my music on playing the track that was ours.

Want to dance? I asked him, and he walked up to where I was putting his hand over the speaker, catching the vibrations.

Is this our song? He asked me, really fast. I just stared at him and he realized his mistake, and took the signs slower, smiling that one smile where he looks at you from under his eyelashes and you wonder if he is laughing at or with you.

"Ou- Our- Our Song?" I asked as I caught on. He nodded and waits for me to answer. Yes, it's our song. I said using my two new signs. I never thought of this song that way, it was always the song on a tape of Regina's from Angelo. I think I thought of it in a whole new way now. He took my hand and twirled me around the studio, both of us swaying. Him to the vibrations from the floor, and I from the melody of the song. When it was switching songs I decided to ask him something.

I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned toward me. Would you want to come to an art show my school is having? I'll be a featured artist, and some reps and gallery owners will be coming. . . I signed as best I could. He looked at me before repeating 'art show' and spelling out 'Buckner'. I nodded, glad he understood. Then he shrugged.

What? I asked and he looked at me, like he was confused. I grabbed the pen and paper off the chair where it had ended up and wrote down: My first show and you don't want to come?

It's not that, it's just a few months back, Daphne and I signed up to plan the school fundraiser, and we have to brainstorm. He wrote, tossing the notepad back, and immediately thought of the obvious solution, why didn't Daphne?

Why not just ask my dad? I wrote, tossing the notepad back to him. He looked confused before he wrote something down.

What are you talking about? I laughed aloud as I read what he wrote, scribbling down the obvious answer.

He owns, like, a thousand carwashes! Just ask if you could borrow one for the fundraiser. I could ask him if you want me too. He chuckled silently and understood what I meant now, smiling as he scrawled.

Would you? I could stop by you show, pick you up, go for a bite. Then, if we're lucky, stop by the car wash and help set up. I was honored that he'd really ask me too, and that he didn't mind. I thought he would have gone with the 'this is Daphne's and my project; thanks but no thanks.' I loved that he proved me wrong, and I really did want to help.

Well, you'd have to drop me back off; we can't leave our art unless everyone has a break because of the reps and stuff. I wrote in reply and he nodded, dropping our utensils and grabbing me in a whirlwind kiss. I laughed and he hand latched in my hair, then other on my neck. He pulled away leaving me breathless.

Best girlfriend ever. He signed and I smiled. I smile a lot when I'm around him.

Best Boyfriend ever I signed right back as he pulled me in for a hug, hoping we would NEVER end.

THE END