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Edward Cullen/scaredy cat, raccoon
Bella snorts.
"I have a rational fear of trash pandas."
Dad looks confused.
"Raccoons," I explain.
He nods.
"Yeah. Raccoons. I don't know where it stems from," she says. "I think it's all of the rabies stories they tell you as a kid to keep you from approaching wild animals."
"Probably." Dad grins.
He finds her adorable.
So do I.
"My car was in the shop, so I had no choice but to walk home. Ubers freak me out. I mean, anyone can become a driver."
"Says the girl who willingly got in a car with Emmett after knowing him for only a couple of hours." I chuckle.
Bella sticks her tongue out at me.
"Anyway, I tried to take a shortcut, and I saw a pair of glowing eyes. Before I knew it, I was hanging upside down on a privacy fence. My leg got caught on a broken piece of wood, and my jeans were holding me up. The raccoon turned out to be a cat."
Dad tries hard to maintain his composure and fails miserably.