Mistletoe
by Airene Archerway
He was asking for it.
She had told herself this as she knocked on the door plastered with countless signs and stickers which she found immature for someone his age. She was outside, waiting impatiently. Her hair was colorfully dyed green and red. A bruise from when she woke up that morning, triggering what had to be at least twenty Christmas gift boxes falling down on her, was visible on her arm. Her phone's ringtone was rewired to Jingle Bells (leaving her with no idea how to change it back), and all the contacts in her address book were changed to the names of popular Christmas characters making her confused as to who was who.
No one was answering. Coward.
"Puck!" she shouted, kicking the door in her frustration. She snapped after trying to eat a candy cane which turned out to taste like what she imagined Glop Grenades to taste like. Puck had never tried to ruin Christmas for her ever before. Other years, he was relatively peaceful for the Trickster King. So why this year, of all years? Maybe he cracked from lack of pranks, since he hasn't pranked her since the beginning of the bothering question "Grimm, will you go out with me?" being asked repeatedly. Or maybe they weren't kidding when they said the world would end in 2012.
More accurately, his world.
She hated him. She hated how he managed to put a bad spin on possibly every single Christmas cliché of all time.
Well, at least he didn't try–
The door opened, interrupting her thoughts. How it was opened was beyond her imagination, as Puck was all the way on the other end of the room, and there was no sign of any member of his chimp army or anything connected to the door. She stormed over to him, focused solely on him and nothing else. "Puck! Why did you have to do this on Christmas of all holidays! I actually thought you changed and–"
She was cut off in the middle of her rant by the fairy boy in front of her. "First off, it's not Christmas today–"
"'Tis the season, though." Sabrina muttered, Puck continued to ignore her, and continued his 'reasoning'.
"–or Christmas Eve for that matter either." he finished, "And now to address the topic of what the rest of your would-be rant was probably going to be about. The reason why I did all of that, is because I knew that eventually you'd get so pissed, like now, that you'd come and find me inside my room." Sabrina gave him a very confused expression.
"And... ?" she asked,
"Look up." Praying that this wasn't another elaborate prank, she did. And she was very confused as to whether this was a prank or not. It was really cheesy in her opinion, until her eyes scanned the rest of the ceiling (formerly something that looked like a sky, but had been changed as he grew up). Her dark blue eyes darted to the ground, her cheeks blushing furiously as she mentally scolded herself as to how she didn't see this coming.
In movies and books (and FanFictions), whenever it was Christmas, there was always a boy and a girl who ended up kissing under mistletoe.
I swear, this has to be the worst prank Puck ever pulled.
Because the entire ceiling was covered in it.
"Grimm," he started, "We're under mistletoe."
AN: Cheesy, I know, but I had to do it. Cliché as well.
I realize I'm being a hypocrite as my latest Dear FanFiction Writers, (which I suggest you also read and review) letter was Sabrina complaining about how many clichéd Christmas fics there were going to be everywhere about her and Puck. Oh well...
Review, everyone! Tell me what you think!
-A