My Vampire Plus-One

by Jenna Levine

And there was my most prized possession: a framed oil painting of Edward Cullen on the wall above the sink, sparkly and magnificent as he gazed moodily into the middle distance. (I didn’t care what Frederick thought about Twilight. I fucking loved Edward Cullen. To be able to read minds? Epic. Not for the first time, I wondered if the Berkeley stoner who sold me the painting fifteen years ago actually believed it when she’d said the painting’s sparkles were magic.)

This was so corny

(rc69420@hotmail.com)