Okay, for those of you who read 'But Most of All, I Love You', thanks for all your lovely comments! This one's for you guys! I'm writing this after I saw the 2x17 promo, but no spoilers from before that, promise. Bay and Ty get in a fight about Emmett and ya'll know this is gonna be goooood! So please read, review, and enjoy! ;D

[Okay, you have to use this one.] Bay said, placing the sketch in front of Emmett.

The red head nodded in approval as he looked over the drawing in his hands. It was one of Bay's originals, a young girl in a party dress and hat holding a huge base ball bat. Emmett set the sketch down on the table comparing it to the others. After a minute he looked back at Bay who was anxiously waiting for a reaction. He smiled.

[Bay, they're all good.] he said honestly.

She ran her hand through her dark black hair and rolled her eyes.

[Thank you, but you have to pick one.] she insisted.

He shifted from the work bench over toward the motor cycle he'd finished. It was a custom order put in for the garage, and his boss had asked him to work on it. It was a bitch to build, but he was still excited. He was finally starting to move up in the shop's ranks. The guy had asked for some sick art as part of the job, and Emmett had only thought of one person. He smirked.

[Okay,] he proposed, [close your eyes. Whichever one your hand lands on is the one I'll use.]

[Emmett,] Bay argued, [this is the biggest job you've had yet. I don't want to screw it up by chance.]

He moved closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders. She smiled weakly and wrapped her hands over his. Normally the proximity of their bodies would have bothered her, but they'd become such good friends again. She was so comfortable with him around; nothing he did seemed to bother her. That is except when he put so much faith in her that she held the future of his job in her hands. She gave a defeated sigh. Emmett removed his hands from hers.

[I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I didn't know you'd pick something great.] he said reassuringly.

The red head watched as something sparked in Bay's eyes. A knowing smile crossed her face as she bolted out the door. Utterly stunned, Emmett took a moment to chase her out of the garage. She stood hunched over the trunk of her car, rummaging through a large black bag. He jogged over to her seriously confused. He tried to get her attention but she was massively absorbed in whatever she was looking for.

After a minute her grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. He signed a number of questions but she ignored them. She was in the zone, he could tell.

[I just remembered something. It's a sketch I made awhile ago.] she signed hurriedly, [I don't know if it would work-]

She turned back to the bag and pulled out a choppy purple folder. She flipped through the pages frantically until she found the one she wanted. Her eyes widened and so did her smile. Emmett couldn't help but laugh a little. He loved it when she was like this, practically beaming with excitement. She tossed the folder back into the trunk and held up the sketch. She bit her lip nervously.

[Well?] she asked.

Emmett stared at the sketch. It looked sort of like one of her ax girl drawings, only rougher. The edges were jagged and sloppy. Instead of a young girl with an ax, it was a little boy. He wore a dark striped shirt and dragged a chain three times his size behind him. It was awesome. He grinned and gave her a thumbs up.

[This is bad ass!] he said enthusiastically, [It's perfect.]

She was seriously shaking.

[Really?] she said [If it's too messy, I can try to fix it up.]

[No, it's perfect. Come on.]

He grabbed her hand and ran back into the garage. They sat down at the computer scanner at the far end of the workshop. He gave her a nod and she carefully slid the paper through the scanner. A few moments later, the image appeared on the screen. The dark haired girl pointed at the boy's shirt.

[I think we should play with the colors a little here. What do you think?]

[Yeah.] he agreed, even though he thought it was fine, [Maybe bright red or something.]

[Yes!] she nodded, [And if we made the shadows a little darker, it would really make it pop.]

Before they knew it, the two were spitting ideas out left and right on different color ideas and styles of prints. By the time they'd both decided it was finished, it was late. Bay groaned. She really just wanted to stay and work on this with him, but her parents had been watching her like a hawk lately. She couldn't miss curfew. Emmett noticed her change in mood and stood from the computer.

[You need to get home?] he asked.

[Yeah.] she said irritably, [But I could stay if you wanted help or something.]

Did she sound as desperate as she thought she did? She really hoped not. If Emmett believed so, he didn't show it. He just smirked his classic smirk and walked toward the door.

[I don't want your parents coming after me when you don't show up.]

Bay giggled, grabbing her purse and notepad. She glanced back over at the sketches laid out on the work table.

[Hey,] she said, [you want me to-]

[Nah.] he stopped her, [You can pick them up later. I'll clean them up for now.]

She signed a thank you before scurrying out of the garage. She swung her car door open but hesitated before climbing inside. She took one more look back at Emmett. He was standing by the opening of the work shop, with his typical 'cool guy' smile and hands in his pockets. Bay waved and he waved back before she started the engine and drove off. Emmett watched her go chuckling to himself. Could she have just taken her sketches with her? Yes, but this way she would definitely be back again, sooner than later.

I'll have chapter 2 up in a jiffy! Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!