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Emmett POV:

She's called her trash. My own mother called Bay trash. I still couldn't believe it. How could anyone, even my furious mom, call her that? I didn't get it. How could she look at Bay, see what I see, and say that? Then again. Maybe my mom didn't see what I see when she looked at Bay. She didn't see long legs and utter perfection. She saw a girl who was trying to corrupt her son. But that was no excuse.

Bay tapped me on the hand, jolting me from my murderous thoughts. I couldn't help the small smile that transformed my face. She hadn't put her bra back on and her nipples were so hard they were like little rocks jutting out through her shirt. When the waiter came by and filled up her glass with water I saw him sneak a peek down her shirt.

"She won't want us together." She moved her lips deliberately, her chin scrunching up and shaking a little like she might cry. That was the last thing I wanted. I put my hand over hers and gripped it tightly, realizing how cold her hand was.

"I. Don't. Care." I mouthed. She looked at me beseechingly, as if begging me to understand.

"But I do!" this time it was a little harder to read her lips because at the very end she lowered her head to hide her teary eyes. God, how did I explain? How did I tell her that leaving her would be about as easy as cutting out my own heart?

I released her hand and started to sign. 'Don't be upset. Please Bay. My mom will learn to love you, I swear, and if you really love me as much as I love you we will be—' I stopped just as I got to the last word. Bay was clearly lost. She was squinting at me in confusion, holding her arms up in the 'What?' gesture. I sighed, frustrated. Sometimes the whole communication breech was just too much. Especially at times like this, when she was upset.

Bay POV:

When he finally brought my back home the sun had long since set, and the only light on in either house was the one in Regina and Daphne's kitchen. It must have been later than I'd thought; I was going to be so grounded tomorrow. Even more depressing than that was the thought of what I was about to do. I hopped of Emmett's bike and handed him his helmet.

He saw my look of exaggerated dread and asked me 'what?'

"I'm going to go and tell Regina what happened. It's only a matter of time before your mom does anyway." I doubted he could actually read my lips since it was so dark but between the way I was looking towards the guest house and the stuff I acted out, he got the picture.

'No,' he signed so quickly he looked a little frantic. I wanted to just nod my head in agreement I high tail it to bed where I could forget all about this day that should have been great and ended up grotesque. But I couldn't. I had to get to Regina before Melody.

"I." I pointed at myself. "Have too," I both signed and said out loud. He looked pained.

"It's alright." I said, leaning in and kissing his soft lips. But it wasn't and we both knew it.

Ok guys I am literally writing this stuff in hours and updating them as soon as I finish so…yeah im really tired. It's 11:00 a.m and I haven't slept. Lol you're welcome! hehe