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Edward Cullen/no way
I can't look away from the tiny, Barbie version of Pennywise the clown because I'm afraid he'll move closer behind my back.
I'm never going to sleep again.
"They're just toys, Edward," Bella says, physically making me turn to her.
"What the fuck?"
"I started collecting them when I was a kid, and it just stuck. It's not that big of a deal."
I point to the wall of terror, but I don't look because I'm scared one of them might have moved while I was distracted.
"This is not a hobby. Have you never seen Small Soldiers? Toy Story? Fuck."
She giggles and rubs my back.
"Who knew my big, tough football player could be such a pussy around a bunch of dolls?"
"Those aren't dolls, Bella. They are frightening things that just so happen to be made of plastic."
"Okay, so we find a solution. No hanging out at my place. You have a bigger TV anyway." She shrugs and reaches for a scarf. "Let's go, pansy."