Bonjour. It is the older, wiser me. I have come back after a hiatus of a few years. I will now fix he deplorable grammar and punctunation of my purile, foolish self. Hope you enjoy.

Sabrina POV:

"PUCK! Where is my Secret Box?" I asked, annoyed. Puck, as usual, was in the kitchen. And eating MY Favorite Ice cream. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He replied as he continued eating my ice cream.

"First you take my box, then eat my ice cream?" I was getting really angry at this point.

"I don't see your name on this ice cream container." He said. He then took a big spoonful of MY ice cream, Right out of the carton, and licked it.

"YES, my name is on there; you illiterate moron." I took the carton of ice cream and showed him my name written in big letters across the front of the carton. "SABRINA'S ICE CREAM" the carton proclaimed.

He shrugged his shoulders, clearly not caring.

At this point I didn't care either. I just wanted my secret box. "Whatever...Where is it?" I asked desperately. For some reason, I thought he would just give me my box back.

"I think that's kinda gay you have a secret box anyways. What are you-two?" He proceeded to put the empty carton back in the fridge, and then exited through the kitchen door into the backyard. I followed him.

"You're one to talk!" I spat. "At least when I was two-years-old, I knew the alphabet." I remembered my box and said, "Anyways...I know you took my box. Where is it?"

"I really don't know what you are talking about" He said, and turned to me and asked, "How would you know if I took something?"

"Because," I replied matter of factly, "I know a guy who works for the FBI."

He snorted and said, "Please. Like you are cool enough to know anyone from the FBI."

"I am!" I insisted."His name is Bob Mednak."

"Yeah, right." He continued walking into the field behind our house.

"He gave me a security camera. I looked at the tape, which showed YOU taking my box." I said "Now... where...is ...it?" I asked gritting my teeth.

"Look Grimm, maybe I took your stupid box, maybe I didn't. But you aren't getting it back if I took it...not without a price." he grinned evilly at me.

He just pretty much just admitted to taking my box.

"Ok, what do I have to do now?" I knew it was going to be stupid. "Lemme guess...Jump off a bridge? Yeah, I don't think so. FYI the permanent Marker won't work this time...I have a back-up plan." I smiled triumphantly, thinking I had won.

What he said next is still hard to believe.

"Go out on a date with me."

"Wha-What?" I asked. I felt sick and dizzy...it reminded me of what I felt that night he kissed me only a few months ago...

"Go...on... a... date... with... me?" He said this as if this was no big deal.

"I-I don't know..." I said, still not sure what was happening.

"Well, I would say yes if I were you..." he looked me in the eye and then continued, "If you wanna see your box again..."

This is when I snapped back to my normal self. "Ok yeah, so now you have to blackmail me...to make me go on a date with you? NO WAY!" I replied flushed and still a little confused.

"Ok...I guess you won't get your box..." I cut him off here.

"FINE!" I knew I couldn't let him see inside the box. I had a magic protection spell on it...but who knew if Puck could break into it. I knew he hadn't or he would already be bugging me about it.

It was only a matter of time before he did break into my box and ruin my life.

"Good. I'll meet you in this field tomorrow at 5."

"Whatever." I said. I was still shocked...I knew this was going to happen. After all we do get married in the future. I just Didn't know that it would happen this soon.

"See you then..." He said then left me in the field alone.

Faith, it's been an age. My grammar was reprehensible. I have now become a compulsive grammar Nazi of the first order. More editing to come.