Axe Girl

He wasn’t sure how long he had been here, it felt like a couple of hours but then without so much as a phone or a watch, only the quickly setting sun to go by - Emmett couldn’t be too sure. Right now all he knew was that he missed Carlton. What he wouldn’t give to relive those years, when everything felt so much brighter - if only he had known how much he was going to miss it, he would have tried harder to savour every last moment. Instead he had allowed college to bring out the worst in him. He’d been selfish, rude to the people closest to him, he’d made hurtful and stupid decisions, looking back on the past year, he barely recognised who he had become.

Deep down he knew something was wrong, he had done for months. Losing both the energy and the will to get out of bed, even for classes that he had once loved. Failing to do any work, failing school. His Skype-talks with his mom had reached the bare minimum, conversations with his friends now non-existent. Where there was once excitement he felt nothing, he felt almost hollow.

And now he had walked out of hospital where he was supposed to be under watch - not a very close watch, apparently. He saw her out of the corner of his eye, clearly surprised that she had actually been looking for him, not that he had time to say as much. Emmett swallowed thickly as Bay spoke, she was right. He hadn’t thought this through, not properly at least. He shook his head both in response to her question and out of his complete loss for words. [ I’m sorry, for everything. I caused all this chaos, it’s my fault you had to come back here. I won’t be surprised if you hate me. ]

“I don’t hate you, Emmett. I -” She paused, though it was clear what she was about to say. “We all love you.” It felt like a clarification, something that shouldn’t need to be added and yet... here they were. It felt, to Bay, as though her phone was burning a hole through her pocket, she should be calling Melody, she should have called her the moment she set eyes on Emmett, but something was stopping her. “When I heard what happened, I- we dropped everything, yes. But only because you mean so much to us. I wanted to make sure you were okay - that was the most important thing.”

Bay felt at a loss for words, to have gone from not seeing Emmett for so long to suddenly finding their lives intertwined again was a sudden shift that she had not been expecting. She’d missed him. Though that was nothing new, Bay had missed Emmett even when they were together, but it was only now that she realised just how little they had seen each other, particularly since her move to China. In one swift move one hand dove into her pocket, the other signing; “I’m texting Melody. She’s worried sick, I just need to let her know you’re okay.”

Bay knows, from the moment she hangs up Emmett’s phone, she knows where he is. Who would have thought the day would ever come where Bay Kennish would be thankful to talk to Skye, yet here she stands. In a matter of seconds she picked up her phone and jacket, running out of Melody’s house and towards her car in a fevered panic. Her mind was reeling, ‘Please don’t let him do anything stupid.’ It isn’t like him. Though for the the past year, Emmett has not exactly been himself, and it wasn’t as though Bay had seen much of him recently. All she knew was that she was called home from China due to an emergency that Emmett was intent on downplaying. 

Her knuckles were white from the death grip she held on the steering wheel. The journey feeling agonisingly slow, despite driving as fast as she can without risking another close encounter with the law. Soon enough she had reached the already fading CARLTON signs, though there was no time for Bay to reminisce on high school memories now, despite how saddened she is to see the state of the closed campus. She sprinted down as soon as she saw the figure by the gates, calling out despite herself. 

Emmett laughed and took hold of Bay’s hand once she was finished speaking. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles before using one hand to reply, [It’s okay, I know you that deep down you appreciate how funny I am. Now, I got you a present.]

@kennishvasquez //  ecce mono. ecce mono. ecCE MONO. ECCE MONO.

[This stuff is really good! You’re a brilliant artist.] He took a glance from the painting back over to Bay, reiterating a little more simply. [Your paintings… amazing. I love this one.]

[I didn’t sign it to your mom – she just happened to be in the room.] It wasn’t any use - and Emmett knew  that. Honestly he was still just amused by it all. He gently squeezed Bay’s shoulder before continuing. [And no, I’m doing this for YOU. I want to spend time with you. — Also yeah, peanut brittle.]

His face falls. [No! I love your mom’s peanut brittle.] He  frowns and eventually nods in what could only be described as RELUCTANT defeat. [Fine. I’ll go apologise to your dad tomorrow. Happy now?] He signs the last part teasingly.

“ english, yeah. good ear. ”it could sound like sarcasm, but on this rare occasion it actually wasn’t. at least not after one man failed to realise he and his carer had  completely  different accents and mistook them as relatives. “ i’m trevor. ”

this was new. it took him a little longer than it should before trevor was reaching out to take the mobile in crooked fingers, nodding as he did. “ oh. thanks i- ” he paused, “ reaching. it’s not really my forte. ”

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dropping things was not new to trevor. still as ben busied himself getting bags and machines out of the van, he was at a slight loss of what to do now his phone lay on the floor. “ shit. ”

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