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My Angel

Summary:
Rosalie is Emmett's angel. A/N: You'll need this for awhile.


Notes:
This does not belong to me, it belongs to Stephenie Meyer.


17. We're So Pathetic...

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God. Why did I ever agree to this? This is so stupid and immature and-

"Something wrong, Rosalie?"

I hadn't realized that I was clawing at his T-shirt. It was the only way I could be close to him without breaking our deal.

"No. You?"

He was running his pale fingers over the tiny diamonds that had been pressed into the white gold heart that hung from a thin silver chain that matched the one hanging around his own neck.

"Nope."

He dropped the heart, letting it slam against his still bare chest. The impact caused a faint chiming sound.

"How long has it been so far?"

I glanced at the glowing numbers across from me.

"Two hours."

"Half done."

"Half to go."

I laughed.

"We're pathetic."

He frowned, but then laughed too.

"Such losers..."

It got eerily quiet after that.

"Can I finish telling you anyway?"

"What?"

"I want to finish telling you why I love you."

"Go ahead. I'm not stopping you."

"I do love how beautiful you are, but that's not even a fraction of the reason I love you."

"Then what is it?"

"You make me...whole. My entire life I felt like I was missing something. I was like an empty shell. But then, I found you and it was like I had never been empty to begin with."

"Emmett-"

"Let me finish. I feel amazing when I'm with you. There's no way I can possibly decribe it, but I feel....defective when I'm not with you. Like I'm not as strong, not as powerful. You're my everything."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I sighed.

"You're just making me want to hug you."

"Nothing's stopping you."

"That would mean that I lost."

"So? I already got my reward for winning, remember?"

"Yeah, but now I can't touch you while you're silent."

"How 'bout we make a deal?"

"Okay..." I said slowly.

"I'll stay silent as you touch me if....I get to put your prom dress on you."

"Perv!"

"That's the deal."

"Fine."

And with that, I got off the bed and ran into his arms. Even though it had only been about three hours since I had last touched him, the scent of his T-shirt hadn't been near enough. His smell was something you had to smell up close, not from another object.

"God...I missed you," he whispered against my neck.

"We're so pathetic."

"I know. But I could care less...I'm just glad I can touch you again."

A sharp knock at the door took me back to my senses.

"Yeah?" Emmett called.

It was Alice.

"Edward's on his way to Bella's for the prom. You two need to get dressed now if we're gonna beat them there."

"Fine!" I called back.

Emmett's eyes glimmered mischieviously.

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"You get to put my dress on for me?" I guessed.

"Hell yeah."

You only hold me up like this 'cuz you don't know who I really am. Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you. We're making out inside crashed cars. We're sleeping through all our memories. I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive. Now I only waste it dreaming of you.