Author's Note:

I'm back again you guys. Hoping ot be posting new updates on a more regular basis now that the show is on their 4th season things are starting to get heated and well the rage and frustration at what happened at the end of season 3 has me full of flowing creative scenarios for the continuation of this story hope everyone reads along.

Chapter 7

Bay's P. O. V.

Once I was inside Eliza's room I couldn't help but stare in complete wonder at everything that was either drawn right on her bedroom walls or taped up on them. There was an endless range of random pencil sketches to colorful drawings of places, animals, and people. Feeling like this was going to become my sort of safe haven in the near future I turned back around to face the bedroom door to see Eliza leaning against it with a wide smirk on her face that was a response to the very obvious glazed over look of joy on my face.

Trying to wipe the hyperactive and overjoyed expression better fit for a 6-year-old going to Disney world rather than a slightly mature 16 year old I walked over and sat on her bed. Not expecting it to feel like sitting on a cloud or marshmallow I felt myself sink right into the black and white duvet cover and pillows. Trying to position myself right on her bed, I heard Eliza snicker at my embarrassing self.

Walking over to sit next to me, she turned a bit to face me and said (also signed),

"So what do you think?" she asked in a worried and self-conscious manner

Looking at her with a bewildered expression I scoffed at her self-consciousness at the moment.

"What do I think? I think this room is amazing! I wish it were mine, honestly you've got more artwork on your bedroom walls than I have in my art garage at home."

Shocked she smiled brightly at me.

"Really? Wow, well thank you Bay, I bet your work is even more amazing. I hope to get to see it soon."

Nodding my head in agreement I got up off the bed and decided to take a look at some of the artwork on her walls. As I walked around the room I came across many self-portraits but not of Eliza but what I suspected were important people in her life like her mom, dad, friends, and… Emmett.

I felt myself stop walking to stand in front of a self-portrait of Emmett that Eliza drew in extensive details. Even in a drawing he looked damn gorgeous. She seemed to emphasize all his good looks 2 times more than in actuality. I felt my heart clench in my chest.

I already missed him. His eyes, goofy lop-sided smile, and everything else, I really messed things up.

Maybe I should have tried harder…

Looking down at the soft black carpet away from the drawing I tried to blink away the tears that I felt were about to trickle out from my tear ducts.

I saw Eliza walk over to me and take the drawing of Emmett down and put it in a drawer at her desk that was the messiest I had ever seen a desk be.

I raised my head to see her smiling sheepishly at me.

"Sorry. I forgot I had that up there, but its away now, now tell me what's your favorite color is so I can pick the right pajamas for you."

Feeling grateful towards Eliza and of how considerate she was being, considering the fact that even though she had definitely known Emmett a infinity longer than me she was doing things to try and ease this whole mess that I was in with Emmett. She should be taking his side, but I wasn't about to say that, I needed at least one person to see it from my point of view for once.

Turing up a smile on my face I signed, "Green or Black"

She nodded her head and walked to her closet and came back out in no time with a green tank top and black pajama shorts. She handed them to me and I went to change in the bathroom.

Once I was changed I came back out to see Eliza already in her pajamas and sitting on her bed with her phone in her hands. Waving my hands ni front of me to get her attention I walked over and sat next to her.

"What are you doing?"

Raising her head she looked at me and said, "Just answering some messages of a few friends that wanted me to hang out with them tomorrow, I was canceling since well… if you want we can spend tomorrow together, shopping or something."

Feeling my cheeks tighten at the smile that was forming itself on my face I eagerly nodded my head in agreement.

"Thank you Eliza, I don't want to burden you with my problems, but well I would love to be able to hang out with you tomorrow."

Eliza smiled at me and pulled me into a tight hug. Her warm embrace made me melt a little on the inside. It felt great to finally have someone one who semi-understood what I was feeling.

Pulling back I sniffed lightly. "So what –

Looking over I saw that Eliza's mom was at the door waving at us to get our attention. Looking over I saw her sign to Eliza,

"Sweetie, someone is at the door for you. I'm not sure if you want to speak to him or not, but he says its urgent."

Feeling truly puzzled as to who that could be I looked over to see that Eliza had turned a frightening color of pale. Seeing her swallow she nodded her head and got up off the bed.

Not wanting her to leave without giving me some sort of explanation I grabbed a hold of her wrist and signed, "What's up?"

Smiling sadly at me she pulled me to stand next to her.

"I think that maybe, just maybe, Emmett is at the door. He was texting me earlier about wanting to talk about something. And I'm betting that something is you, Bay. And well If he's at the door I think that he has seen your car and is more than a little confused as to why you are at my house considering that we aren't well – weren't friends until a few hours ago"

Feeling my chest cavity tighten at those words all I could bring myself to sign was,

"Oh."

"I'm so sorry Bay, I didn't think he would come over her to talk I clearly told him that I was busy and that we could talk tomorrow night."

Smiling tightly I said, "Eliza it's not your fault, don't worry about it. Just go talk to him, I–I'll wait here."

Nodding her head she left the room with her mother. With a heavy loaded sigh I sat on her bed and put my head in my hands as I tried to make the aching headache go away and most of all trying to make the feelings that I once had for him and still do, go away too.

….

Eliza's P.O.V

Walking down the stairs toward the front door I couldn't help but think.

How dare he show up here, what he did wasn't nice and Bay looks so hurt. It's not the least bit fair, and she's putting all the blame on herself. Why is she being so hard on herself? Not everything is her fault, she shouldn't have to take the blame for everything…

Sighing I reached the front door and opened it to see none other than Emmett standing there looking confused, angry, and slightly nervous.

"Would you–

Raising my hand I cut him off and said my part before any of this got more confusing that it already was.

"Look Emmett, yes that is Bay Kennish's car. No you cannot talk to her, and yes I know what happened between the two of you and I'm upset that you would do that to her. You have no right whatsoever, she has enough on her plate as it is. Having you say such mean things to her and make her feel even more worthless is of no use. I'm disappointed in you."

If I wasn't so worried for the well being of a certain someone that's currently hiding away in my bedroom I would have honestly burst out laughing at Emmett's startled reaction and paling face.

"When?" He signed slowly almost sluggishly; most likely due to still processing everything I just fired at him.

"Earlier today. We kind of were just in the same place at the same time, is all."

Emmett nodded in understanding, "So you know what happened?"

"Unfortunately."

"Eliza you have to know I didn't mean anything of what I said, I was just worked up and upset plus Daphne said and did something's that– I don't know… Messed me up a bit."

Annoyance bubbled inside of me, I wasn't the one to whom he had to explain things to. Holding up my hands in front of me I signed 'WAIT'.

"I'm not the one you have to explain things to. That person is most likely having a nervous fit up in my bedroom."

He sighed, knowing him he was definitely beating himself up inside. God these two sure got themselves into a stupid mess.

"You're right, but it's not like you're gonna let me talk to her, OR that she even wants anything to do with me right now."

Feeling bad about being so harsh I fidgeted for a bit. "Actually, that might not be entirely true. I could ask her? You know, if she wants to come down to talk to you."

He smiled sheepishly, the smile that got him out of any kind of trouble, usually that is.

"Would you?"

Rolling my eyes I replied quickly, "FINE. WAIT HERE."

Leaving the door open I quickly rushed up the stairs toward my room.

Knocking lightly on the door I called out, "Can I come in?"

The door opened an instant after, "It's your room, no need to ask."

Silence and no signing made the air around us thick with discomfort.

"He wants to talk to you Bay."

Looking surprised she signed, unsure of herself. "Really?"

"Yes" I signed back eagerly.

She turned away from me and made to sit at my desk chair, she began to gnaw anxiously on her bottom lip. It was starting to sink in just how much he had gone through in the past year.

Realizing your parents and brother aren't actually yours, DNA-wise anyways. Having to learn sign language, meeting your actual mother and not having much to talk about or do anything since Daphne seems to be the golden child that both her real and fake parents wanted.

It's all just been so much, I can't even digest it all and I'm not the one that's going through it all in the first place.

Cutting off my internal and nagging thoughts I look over at her and get her attention,

"You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to, I could kick him to the curb. Have him suffer and wallow in self hatred for a while ya know."

She chuckled, well the good news is that she hasn't lost her sense of humor in these trying times. I think morbidly.

"That would be nice, if my guilty conscious could get on board but unfortunately it can't."

"Ok. So should I let him come up or do you wanna go down."

She took a deep breath and smiled weakly at me. She stood up and walked towards me, "I'll go down and speak to him, shouldn't take long. I'll be back in a few, alright."

Nodding I quickly pulled her into a hug. Once out of my embrace she quickly exited my room.

I felt hope and anxiety drive me to rake my hands through my hair. How could all this happen to once person? She didn't deserve this, not in the slightest. They had to fix things, they may not realize it but they are great together. I though to myself worry gnawing at my insides.

Things will work themselves out; they just have to.

Glnacing at the door to my bedroom, I tried to calm down my nerves. Might as well start getting ready for bed.

Kind of short and definitely way over due BUT at least it's something; next update will hopefully be by sunday night. I have plans for this story I just have to remember where I left things off with everyone.

'Till Next Time.