Okay, so first, I need to say that yes, I do know that my title sucks. I'm just not good at titles. Ask any of my imaginary character/ friends.

I don't really know how this thing works, so I don't know if you can change the title, like, after you put it up, but I will try if I can come up with a better name.

Anyways, I wrote most of this when i was a little sleepy (Okay, a lot sleepy). But this is my third can of Dr. Pepper, and I'm just getting started. For motivation, I have been listening to Wanted, by Hunter Hayes. This song is awesome. I cried when I first heard it. And can someone tell me if you're allowed to put song lyrics in your stories? As long as you don't take credit for them? Because I would like to have some very romantic slow dances, with lyrics.

I'm done. Here's the story... Hope you people like it. Please review for me! :3

~Sabrina~
Something jolted me awake. My eyes flew open, and I instantly jumped out of the bed I shared with Daphne, alert.
Daphne kept snoring. The world could be exploding, and she wouldn't wake up for it.
I stood very still, scanning the room for anything that might be out of place.

That's when I saw the dark shadow flit past our window, too tall and broad for any normal person.
My breathing quickened. What was it? The Scarlet Hand? Had the Big Bad Wolf finally freed himself from Canis, and was stalking us outside of our window? I heard a low thump outside the door, and I whipped to face it, but there was nothing there.
In that moment, everything seemed to grow quiet. The tree branches stopped rustling outside of the window. Daphne stopped snoring.

I couldn't even hear myself breathe.

The temperature dropped around me. I heard the crackle of ice. Then, a voice, as cold as snow, as hard as ice. "I've been waiting a long time for this," it hissed right in my ear, and I looked up just in time to see an icy knife blade come down towards my chest.

*Puck*
I was woken by Sabrina's scream. Yes, both our bedroom doors were closed, but I had fairy hearing. I sat up in bed, reaching for my wooden sword, and sprinted out of the room.

I really needed to get a new weapon. This thing barely does any damage. I flung the door open to find Sabrina sitting straight up in bed, clutching the sheets, a wild look in her eyes. marshmallow had slept through the screaming, still snoring peacefully on her side of the bed.

"What happened?" I demanded.

She was breathing heavily, and she finally focused on me. Her hair was disheveled, and she was sweating, but she still looked beautiful. I shoved those thoughts out of my mind. I was a boy! Trickster King for eternity! Since when had I started caring about Sabrina Grimm? I needed to mentally slap myself.

Sabrina slowly sank back down in the bed. "Must have been a dream," she muttered, looking away from me. She pulled the covers back over her head.

I contemplated leaving her alone and just shutting the door, teasing her about it, or standing awkwardly in the doorway. None of those options seemed appealing at the moment. So, for reasons I couldn't explain, I walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked into her very surprised eyes. "Grimm, seriously, what happened?"

Surprise quickly turned to anger, and she scowled at me. "Why do you care?" she growled. "Go away."

"No," I said stubbornly. That was one of the things I was best at. Stubbornness.

~Sabrina~
What was stinkface's problem? Why couldn't he leave me alone?
But, as I peered into his eyes, I saw... concern. He actually cared. There must be something wrong with him, he must be deathly sick.
I stared at him, and he waited patiently for my explanation. I sighed. He wasn't going to give in.
So I told Puck about my horrible nightmare, about the freezing, the noises, the shadow, the knife.

That voice.

Puck looked worried for a second, but it faded so fast I wasn't even sure I had seen it.
Then he gave his signature mischievous smirk. "Ha! I knew you were crazy, Grimm. That's just stupid."

I scowled and shoved him away, pulling my head underneath the covers. "Now go away," I said, my voice cracking. I cleared my throat. I wasn't going to hear the end of this from him. I could hear the teases now. Sabrina's going crazy. She's having bad dreams. Ohhh, so scary! I thought that only happened to two-year-olds. It would go the same as usual. I would try to hit him, and he would cheat, popping his stupid fairy wings out of his back, and would shout something like, Ha! can't get me now, can you, Grimm?

Stupid Everafters and their stupid wings. They never fought fair.

"I shouldn't have told you," I finished, making sure my voice didn't break this time. Then he surprised me again. His voice softened. "Sabrina.."

*Puck*
She wasn't going to hear it. She just ignored me, still underneath the covers. I sighed and got up from the bed, heading to my room, shutting her door behind me. It was fun to tease Sabrina, but only when she got mad. I didn't want to make fun of her if it made her cry. I don't like seeing her sad.

Ugh, I scolded myself. Again, with the mushiness.

This was the question I was asking myself lately: Why did I care so much about Sabrina?
I had absolutely no answer, though Uncle Jake, the old lady, and Canis had one. You're in love with her.
No, I wasn't! The Trickster King does not fall in love! Much less with a mere mortal!

A mortal with golden blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes, and skin like porcelain.
I was back in my room by now, stomping down the dirt path. I picked up the nearest rock and chucked it, sending it sailing over the forest, out of sight.
There was no denying it.

I was in love with Sabrina Grimm.

~Sabrina~
I actually felt guilty when Puck quietly left my room, closing the door behind him.

Then, I thought angrily, Why should I?

Daphne's frequent answer came into my mind. 'Cause you're in luuvveee with him.
I gritted my teeth in frustration and pulled the pillow down on my head.
I could not be in love with Puck. Stupid, smelly, immature Puck.
Puck, with that arrogant, troublemaker smile that had actually become kind of endearing, and green eyes that glinted with mischief-
I turned my head and screamed silently into the pillow.

Oh my god, I was in love with Puck.

So please, pretty please with a cherry on top, review. I really want to know if I'm any good, or just a suckish writer. And I want to know if anyone wants to hear more. And if you do want to hear more, then I'll add another chapter... once I figure out how to add another chapter.

Well... PEACE. *makes peace sign*

Bye!