We're lying on the couch. I'm tracing circles on Rose's arm. My eyes are closed and I'm contemplating the situation. No, it's not a situation… it's my situation and now that I kissed her, it's Rose's situation as well. I have to tell her the truth. Me lying is the only thing that will make her not trust me anymore… besides, if everything she said in that song is true than she must trust me.

"Rose," I say. She looks up at me and I almost lose all my concentration. Her big blue eyes are so innocent and perfect.

"Yes?" she asks. Her voice almost makes me have a heart attack. The lovely-ness of it… it's so amazing.

"Um, I… I… um…" I don't know how to say what I want to tell her, I'm afraid she won't accept it.

"Rose," I start again, "I have to tell you about myself."

She sits up and looks at me, expectantly. I sit up and wonder how to say this so that I don't sound like the villain in this situation. I stand and pace in front of her.

"Rose, I have two jobs."

"A lot of people have more than one job, Emmett," she says.

"Well… my, um… other job… it's a bad job." Rose stands up and hugs me. I look at her and think she needs to sit down to hear this. I back her up and sit her back down. She seems surprised but she doesn't let that take over her emotions, instead her face shows concern and caring.

"You can tell me," she whispers and I do. I tell her everything.

I tell her about the day of the wedding and how I had no choice but to take the assassin job. I tell her how I thought being a protection agent would be a cool cover job. I even admit that I like my cover job more than my actual job. I explain the time I messed up with an assassination assignment and how I only have one chance left. I then tell her how I've been assigned to protect her… and kill her.

At this part of the story her face, which had remained calm, shows fear. Her eyes grow wide and she says, "so, is that it Emmett? You're going to kill me now?" she is whispering, but I can still hear her.

"No," I say. She looks up and she seems shocked. It hurts that she is shocked that I would never hurt her.

"Rose, I was assigned to protect and kill you. I didn't know what to do at first, but I do now. I'm going to protect you Rose… I'm never going to hurt you."

"But what about your job as an assassin?"

"Well… that's the problem. Since this is my last chance and I am not going to… well, um… kill you… I'm fired."

"Well that's a good thing isn't it?"

"Not exactly. You see, I kind of know too much, so… they're going to kill me now."

"But- but… they can't kill you!"

"Well… probably not, I'm so much better than them all," I grin at my stupid boasting, "however, they're going to try. They also might try and kill you in the process."

I sit down and look at Rosalie. She is staring at her hands and frowning. I let her sit there and contemplate. However, I hear something that practically breaks my heart. Rosalie is crying, tears are rolling down her face and her shoulders are shaking. Occasionally she gasps for breath and I have no idea what to do. Suddenly she is on my lap. I kind of forget how she got there. I think she slid over and I picked her up and put her there.

"I haven't cried like this since mom and dad died," she says. She looks up at me, "why did you tell me this?"

"Well… I want you to know the truth… and trust me… this concerns you after all," I say.

"I guess you're right."

We sit in silence for awhile. I look at the clock, its 11:15. It has been exactly one hour and fifteen minutes since I received my deadline. That's a whole hour and fifteen minutes that I could've spent figuring out how to fix all of this. However, I have been spending it sitting here. It's not like this has been for nothing though, now Rosalie knows and she will help me, I'm sure she will.

"So," I whisper, "what do you think we should do?"

"How long do you have?" she whispers back.

"Three days."

"Well…" she hesitates, "I think that we should tell the others."

My eyes widen the others? How could I tell Alice, my little, hyper, pixie friend? How could I tell Edward, my friend that has never been afraid of me, or anything? How could I tell Bella, my pregnant sister who has enough to be worrying about? Most of all, how could I tell Jasper, Rosalie's brother, the one who trusted me the very most?

"How can I tell them?" I whisper. It seems that we have been whispering a lot. It's almost like we are doing it on purpose, like we know that my boss has devices in here that are picking up everything we say… Note to Self: check for hidden microphones & cameras.

"You can't," says Rose.

"But didn't you say that I had to?" I ask her. Now she is confusing me.

"Yes I did… but you aren't telling them without me."

I look at her. Once again I feel the intense love for her. I hug her tightly.

"We have to tell them as soon as possible."

"We're invited to Alice and Jazz's for lunch," says Rose. I raise my eyebrows, she hadn't told me this.

"Since when?" I ask.

"Alice called about an hour ago… then I went and played the piano, and then… well… you know what happened."

Rosalie blushed; not as intensely as I can get Bella to blush, but close. I smirked and ran my hands along her arms. I swear she shivered. I turned her around and now she was still on my lap, but she was facing me.

"You embarrassed 'bout a little kiss Rose?' I ask her. She stares at me and blushes more; I keep running my hands up and down her arms.

"n-n-no," she says. Wow, I really know how to make this girl nervous.

"Good, because it isn't something to be embarrassed about."

"What about Jasper?" she mutters and I realize why she is nervous. She is afraid of what her brother may think.

"Actually, he knew how I felt about you, before I did," I tell her the truth and I think she knows that because she looks at me and smiles. I continue to run my hands up and down her arms.

"He tends to be able to do that," she whispers. She is smiling and her eyes are following my hands. I move them up to her shoulders and smirk when her eyes still try and follow them. I cup them under her chin and she gives up trying to watch them. We look at each other, for an intense moment.

However, soon our intense moment should be classified as a heated or passionate moment, because I kiss her. She kisses back and it is better than it was the first time. This time we know how each of us moves. We are synchronized… like those ladies who swim in those funny suits. This is a better synchronization though; we are like one entire being. I feel complete with Rose.

Ain't that the sweetest? Lol. So I hope that you'll think I made a good decision, having Emmett tell Rosalie everything. I think it was the right thing to do. It feels like it was also. Now Rose can help Emmett, after all like Rose's mother said Emmett needs her. Please review… if I get a lot I might update faster… hint, hint. =)