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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.


18. Adventures in the Labyrinthian Closet

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The feeling was inevitable, but I would control myself....for now.

"Come on, Emmett!" Rosalie called from the room.

I was in Alice and Jasper's room, rummaging through her labyrinthian closet for the dress Rosalie had described.

"I can't find it!"

"It's the red one!"

"There's like thirty red ones in here!"

I turned to Jasper, who was stretched out across their bed.

"Do you know what she's talking about?"

"Don't look at me, dude. You're guess is as good as mine."

I sighed and turned back to the endless sea of colors before me.

"Can you help?" I called.

I heard a collective sigh and light footsteps down the hall. She was still wearing my shirt. Jasper smirked and I chucked a shoe in his direction.

"Are you serious?" Rosalie sighed.

"Ummm....yeah?"

She stepped in front of me, grabbing the dress closest to me.

"Hey! There were at least four others that looked exactly like that."

"I'm sure there were. Come on, Emmett. See you in a sec, Jasper."

He nodded in response and shot a smirk at me as she pulled me out of the room.

As soon as the door was shut, I locked eyes with Rosalie.

"You are such a perv," she giggled.

"Damn right I am. Come on, we have to be at the car soon."

She stepped closer and I fingered the bottom of my frayed T-shirt. She eyed me expectantly. I tugged the loose shirt over her head, casting it aside. She started with the buttons of her jeans, but I caight her hands.

"Hey! Remember? I have full rights."

She rolled her eyes, but still let me pull those off too. I got the dress off of the bed and slipped it over her head, letting the material cascade down her soft curves.

"Happy now?" she whispered, breath blowing against my ear.

"It's a start."

She smiled.

"Go get dressed,perv."

I darted over to the closet in our room. After a few seconds of sifting, I found the tux I had worn to Alice and Jasper's wedding and slipped it on swiftly.

I stepped out, meeting Rosalie's loving gaze.

"God. You look beautiful," I murmured, pressing my lips into her neck.

"And you look...supernaturally flawless."

"Yeah right."

"You do!"

"We gotta get going."

I scooped her up and didn't set her down again before we reached the car. As the four of us piled into the car, I looked up to the sky.

The stars glimmered playfully. Almost like....they knew something that we didn't. Something...inevitable.

You're the only place that feels like home. Just so you know, you'll never know. Some secrets were meant to be told. They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone, but for what we've become, we just feel more alone. Always weigh what I've got against what I left. Progress report: I am missing you to death