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Chapter 3 – Yasmin

"Wake up, Bella. Angela is coming over in an hour."

It had been a month since Bella's birthday and just like every morning, Renee had come to get Bella out of bed. My days here were already slipping into a comfortable routine. However, today was a special day for me because I was finally going to meet Bella's best friend.

I had adjusted to this new life in Bella's room quite easily and fast. I spend my nights on the dresser and in the morning, when Bella left for school, I would meet up with the others. We would talk or act crazy with the monkeys.

Carlisle helped me a lot throughout the first days. He even gave me a few pointers on how to survive all the climbing. Because he practically didn't have legs and his arms were rather short, he had learned a few tricks. If it wasn't for him, I would have never been able to move this quick around the room and discover the best and fastest routes back to my dresser.

I was definitely glad we had found Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head on my first day and not only because of my friendship with Carlisle. Esme had taken on the qualities of a mother to the group or maybe she always had fulfilled that role. Either way, she had welcomed me with open arms and made me feel at home. Something I would be forever grateful for.

Sometimes I would stay with Leah. She usually spend her time looking out the window to the back yard. I felt sorry for her, because she was the only girl. One day she had told me that Bella's other doll, Victoria, had been her best friend and she felt lonely without her. I had made a promise to myself to become her friend that day and my efforts seemed to be paying off. She had stayed with Seth, Jake and myself more and more the past few days.

Sam would always warn us when Bella came back from school and then we would spend the afternoon and evening playing with her.

Renee had taken Bella downstairs for breakfast now and I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of Angela. We always stayed in our spots during breakfast, because more often than not Bella would come back quickly before going off to school and because today was Saturday we knew she'd be back soon anyway. Sam had been furious at me when I left the dresser during breakfast on my second day. But I couldn't sit still today so I was pacing back and forth along the wall.

Finally, I heard the doorbell ring and not long after that two pairs of feet came hurrying up the stairs.

"You have to meet Ken! We could play with him and Yasmin if you want," I could hear Bella say.

Who was Yasmin? I thought to myself. Jake had told me a lot about Angela over the last few weeks, but he never mentioned a Yasmin.

Bella opened the door and stepped in the room first. She was wearing a simple jeans and t-shirt with her long hair pulled back in a high ponytail. She was followed by another girl who from Jake's description had to be Angela. She was taller than Bella and her hair, which had a lighter shade of brown, fell in waves to her shoulders. There was no sign of the mysterious Yasmin.

Bella pointed at me and said: "This is Ken. Isn't he great? Sorry you didn't meet him at my birthday. Mom wouldn't let me bring any toys down."

"That's okay. He's cool." Angela said in a soft voice, although it was obvious that she was just as excited about the play date as Bella. "Did you get that car too?"

Angela was pointing at my red Porsche 911 cabriolet. It was beautiful and modeled after the classic sports car like it was an exact miniature copy. Or at least that was what the box had said. I hadn't ever seen the real one, although I wished that one day I could drive in that. I desperately wanted to feel the wind blow through my hair and hear the roaring of the engine as it speeds down the highway.

"Yes, I got it from grandma," Bella said. There was a hint of disappointment in her voice every time the car came up. "But I wanted the pink Glam car. That one is much prettier." Obviously the girl didn't have a clue when it came to car styles. A pink car, honestly?

"I guess. This is a good car too, though. I don't have a car for Yasmin."

"She can drive mine now, if you want." What! Bella was just going to let some stranger drive my car? I definitely don't agree with that idea. Especially since I still had no idea who or what this Yasmin girl was. But to be honest, what could I do about it?

"Thank you." Angela smiled and pulled a doll out of the little backpack she was holding.

So this must be the elusive Yasmin! I thought to myself as Angela placed her in the Porsche. I now recognized her as a Bratz doll. They'd stood in the opposite rack during my stay at the store.

"Be careful with that," I said rather harshly.

"Well, hello to you too," the doll answered.

"Oh, excuse me. My name is Edward. I happen to be very fond of that car, so please drive carefully." I tried to make my voice sound softer, but her snide response didn't make that very easy.

"I don't see how I can influence that. Angela is the one driving. Anyway, I'm Jessica. Pleasure to meet you, Edward."

"The pleasure is all mine," I answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes at her while Angela took her down from the dresser and drove her around the room in my car. I watched them closely, but to my relieve Angela seemed to be just as careful with toys as Bella was.

After a while, Angela stopped. She pointed at the desk and said: "Hey, you have a Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head?"

"Yes!" Bella enthused. "I lost them a long time ago, but I found them again. They were just laying on the floor the other day..." She trailed off and her eyebrows knit together in concentration. Sam would go out of his mind with anger if he knew she suspected something strange about the incident. But there was no way she could have known the truth.

Eventually, Bella shook her head and said: "Do you want to play with them? We could play doctor. It's so funny!" Playing doctor with the Potato Heads was one of Bella's favorite games. I had been the surgeon, amputating and attaching limbs to Carlisle or Esme, more often than I could count. It was rather gruesome if you thought about it.

"Okay. But who would be the doctor?" Angela asked.

"Ken will be the doctor. Yasmin can be a nurse!" Bella went on to place me and Yasmin together on the floor. "This will be the hospital." She placed the Potato Heads in my car on the other end of the room. Was everyone going to drive my car today but me?

"Wee-woo! Wee-woo! The ambulance is coming!" Bella yelled.

Angela picked up Jessica and said: "Welcome to the hospital. I'm nurse Yasmin. Where does it hurt?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head were in a car crash. Look, Mrs. Potato Head has a broken arm and Mr. Potato Head lost his feet."

"I see. Let's take you both to doctor Ken. He'll have a solution." Angela picked me up now and lowered her voice in an attempt to sound like a boy. "Nurse Yasmin, go bring me some arms and legs while I give these people a shot for the pain."

Bella took down the box with parts from the desk and started searching in it. "What kind of arm should we use for Mrs. Potato head?" she asked.

Angela and Bella started fitting different parts to Carlisle and Esme, giggling whenever they found a new funny combination. The doctor and nurse game was all but forgotten. Which left me and Jessica in silence on the floor.

"You make quite a handsome doctor, you know?" Jessica finally said.

"Well, uh… Thank you," I responded.

"Sure, very handsome… Say, is Barbie around?"

"No. Bella doesn't have a Barbie." I didn't really like where this conversation was going. There was a strange pressure in the air and it became uncomfortable to lay side by side. I wanted nothing more than to create some distance between us.

"Well, maybe I should keep you company then," she said teasingly.

"I have enough company, thank you." It might have been a rude response, but I didn't want to lead her on. She was trying to flirt with me and although she was a perfectly beautiful doll, I didn't want to start a relationship - as far as dolls can have relationships. On some strange level that would feel like a betrayal to Bella. She was my owner and it was my destiny as a toy to make my owner happy.

Jessica remained silent until we heard Renee calling for the girls to come downstairs. It was time for Angela to leave. They cleaned up the Potato Head parts and when Angela picked up her doll, Jessica said: "I sure hope to see you again soon, Edward." Then she winked before disappearing in the backpack.

When Bella and Angela had left the room, the animal pack came down from the shelf. I walked over to where Bella had left my car and inspected the glossy paint for scratches. To my relief there were none. I asked Carlisle and Esme how they were. It was always a bit uncomfortable for me to watch the exchanging of limbs. It reminded me of the scissor incident with Charlie on my first day. They insisted that they were fine and they enjoyed the game like always.

Jacob kept his distance from me. He stood by Jared and Paul, who were talking to each other animatedly. I had noticed over the past few weeks that he was in a particularly bad mood whenever Bella had played doctor with me. I caught him shooting antagonistic glances at me sometimes, but he always lightened up after a few hours.

Sam warned us again when Bella and Renee came back. They went through the normal bedtime routine and when Renee had finished the story and had tucked Bella in with a kiss to the forehead, she picked me up from the floor to place me on the dresser. But Bella stopped her.

"Mommy, can Ken sleep here tonight?"

Renee looked at me a little skeptically, but shrugged her shoulders and took me over to the bed. "Of course, sweetie. Sleep tight."

Bella tucked me under the covers next to her. She was snuggling with Jacob, who snorted.

"Huh. Don't get any ideas, Ken. I am still her favorite."