Say

Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You'd better know that in the end
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again

Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open

Say what you need to say

I looked at the clock. 4:00 a.m. I decided to take a shower and get a head start on getting ready for school. I took a quick shower and I wrapped the towel around me and headed to my sanctuary. My closet. I scanned through all of my designer clothes until I found the perfect outfit for school; a white button up blouse with a lavender blazer over it. I found a matching pleated lavender mini skirt, white knee high socks, and black Mary Jane styled high heels. I hurriedly fixed my hair and looked in the mirror. I was satisfied with my appearance. I looked at the clock again 5:30. Emmett would be awake. I flipped open my phone and called him.

"Hello?" He answered on the second ring.

"Good morning Emmett!" I said. I just wanted to hear him talk to me.

"Whoa somebody had their Starbucks Coffee this morning." He laughed. In the background I heard his mother scream tiredly telling him not to wake up his sister. That was funny. I laughed.

"Tell your mom I said hey." I chuckled. He sighed and told her.

I heard his mother ask when I was coming over again. Not that she was ever there anyway. I was surprised that she was even there this morning.

"Tell her I'm coming A.S.A.P." I chuckled

"Mooooom!" He whined. In the background I heard Mrs. McCarthy laugh tiredly and ask Emmett where her car keys were. He sighed and told me to hang on a second. His mother yelled at him telling him to hurry up with finding her car keys or she would be late for work. His mother was a workaholic. She was rarely ever home and when she was she was just screaming and yelling. She occasionally threw things. She'd thrown a hairdryer at Emmett once. He laughed about it now, but he had a bruise on his head the size of my fist for a while. She'd even thrown a candlestick at me once… I heard her say that she found them. They were in her purse. He sighed and picked up the phone apologizing quickly.

"Emmett you're picking me up again today aren't you?" I asked.

"No I arranged for the President of Russia to come pick you up. Of course I'm picking you up!" He said laughing.

"Okay awesome. Just checking." I said. I wanted him to keep talking to me. "And Emmett?" I started.

"Yes?"

"What time is the concert?"

"Six." He said.

"I'll be there. I promise." I said with confidence. I would be there. "Do you remember the first concert we went to? It was like the Spice Girls or something like that wasn't it?" I laughed.

"Heck yeah it was." He chuckled and began belting out the words to a Spice Girls song. "Well gotta go make myself presentable." He laughed.

"Who are you trying to impress today Emmett?" I said laughing weakly urging the conversation to go on.

"Oh nobody special. Just this really amazing girl." I detected an edge of nervousness in his voice.

"And who might that be?" I said through clenched teeth. My stomach turned knots and I was surprised at myself. You can't really be jealous can you? I asked myself looking in the mirror needing reassurance that I was pretty.

"The queen. But too bad she's already got a King." He gulped. "Bye Rosalie see you in a little bit." He said quickly. Before I had time to respond he hung up. I stood there holding the phone in my hands. I could feel that my mouth was hanging open. I had butterflies in my stomach. I sat down staring at the wall blankly until I heard Emmett pull into the driveway. I hopped up and let him in before he could knock on the door.

"Well hello there." He said his eyes cautious. I didn't know why, but I wrapped him in a hug. He laughed and led me out the door calling a goodbye to my father. My father smiled at us as I laced my fingers through Emmett's. This wasn't a surprise. We'd held hands before, but never ever as anything more than friends. Emmett had on a cream colored long sleeved T-shirt that contrasted with his dark hair perfectly, and dark blue jeans. Not that I noticed how unbelievably handsome he was or anything. Emmett opened the door for me and I hopped in. He didn't have on the radio today so we both sat in a serene silence. It wasn't an awkward silence like we were both waiting for the other to say something, but it was a peaceful silence when we just enjoyed each other's presence. We drove up to the parking lot and Royce was leaning against the hood of a shiny black Mercedes holding a voluminous bouquet of violets. He smiled when he saw me but frowned at Emmett.

"Good morning baby. These are for you." Royce said kissing me on the cheek and handing me the bouquet. I grinned. The bouquet was beautiful.

"Oh thank you so much!" I said giving him an awkward one arm hug.

"They're like your eyes. Only your beauty holds no comparison. You my darling are far more gorgeous than anything I have ever seen." He said looking to me with his light sky blue eyes. I nodded and smiled. I'd heard this a million times from a million other men, but it did seem different hearing it spoken in Royce's silky smooth voice. He pulled me gently into his arms and stroked my shoulders.

"Good morning Emmett." Tanya said in her high pitched annoying songbird like voice. She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a royal purple dress that I recognized immediately as the exact dress I'd worn yesterday. I sighed. I hated when people wore my outfits!

"Nice outfit. Calvin Klein? You should try going through my laundry at least a week after I wear it next time…" I commented then bit my tongue. I didn't want to say something mean. Or mean-er.

"Oh yes, thanks Rosie!" Her eyes were completely blank. Ditzy blonde. This was the reason we blondes were called dumb right in front of me. "Emmett, do you like it?" I hated when people called me Rosie! This girl was asking for it! She twirled and then struck a pose.

"Yeah it's really nice." Emmett said and smiled politely widening his eyes at my comment to her. He smiled.

"Thanks Emmie! I was hoping you'd like it." She said attempting to pull her face into an angelic expression as she blushed falsely. I hated when people called Emmett 'Emmie'! Tanya was begging for the grave. I narrowed my eyes at her and she giggled sweetly enough to give you a tooth ache.

"I've got to get to class." I said through clenched teeth.

"Shall we?" Royce asked extending his hand. I took it. His touch felt different. It sent an eccentric sensation down my spine, while Emmett's made butterflies soar in my stomach, while the others just repulsed me. I smiled up at Royce and he winked.

"Your skin is like satin." He whispered circling his thumb making patterns on my palm.

"See ya Lee Lee." Emmett said flatly as I turned over my shoulder to grin at him. Royce furrowed his eyebrows but relaxed his expression when I turned back to him.

"Bye Emmett." I whispered eyeing Tanya carefully. "Royce, I have something to ask you." I mumbled looking seriously up at him. I can do both. Go to Port Angeles with Royce on Friday, and the concert with Emmett on Saturday. His eyes searched over me with concern.

"Whatever it is baby, my answer is yes." He said kissing my forehead and brushing a stray golden ringlet from my face. I took a deep breath.

"Good, because I was hoping we could postpone our date to Friday instead of Saturday." I smiled up at him angelically. He raised an eyebrow and looked back to where Emmett was standing with Tanya's skinny manicured fingers stroking his arm.

"Is it because of other plans?" Royce asked critically pulling me out of my plans of murdering that stupid girl.

"No, I just can't wait any longer." I giggled and tried to distract Royce and myself by kissing his cheek. He smiled triumphantly and led me quicker to class. The day passed quickly and before I knew it I was headed towards Emmett's big red jeep. He was leaning against the hood and grinning ear to ear. Oh, that smile… That smile… It made me weak at the knees. Not that I cared like that or anything…