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"So... You like Puck?"

I looked at Meghan and sighed at her blunt response to my...predicament. "I don't know."

"What made you think that you might like him?" she said already thinking. I shook my head.

"It was after we fought that Manticore. He just looked so amazing. His hair plastered to his forehead, catching his breath with the cheesiest grin on his face. God, I hate this." I let my face fall into my hands. Meghan put an arm around me in a small hug. "It's okay, Elena. I mean Puck's a great guy." I exhaled, looking through long coffee colored bangs.

"That's not it. I don't know what I want. Before, Puck used to bug the crap outta me but I still thought of him as a friend. Now it sucks. All I see is crimson hair and green eyes."

Meghan blew out a laugh which made me look at her. "It's just that you're becoming such a softie. If you do like him, you've got it. And it's bad." She gave my head a pat.

"Gee thanks."

"But liking Puck wouldn't be that bad. Would it?"

At this I flushed a light pink. "What?" Meghan inquired with a small smile. My eyes widened.

"You can tell me or you can tell Ash."

I said nothing.

"Okay. Suit yourself. ASH!" she screamed, in the direction of the fire, Ash, and to my horror, Puck. "NO! No Ash or anyone else!" I yelled. Then I dragged Meghan deeper into the forest and shook her.

"Dude!"

She looked smug. "Then tell me." I looked around and then fidgeted. "It's just that I-I'm... Naughty."

Meghan laughed "Naughty? You're seventeen, and you say that?" I flushed. "I'm serious!"

Meghan sobered. "Okay, how are you-Naughty?"

"You know how I just told you about me being weird about my feelings for...him?"

She nodded and I plunged on. "Lately my mind has been wandering..." I looked at her awaiting her response.

"Huh?"

I let out a breath. "I've just been thinking about what it'd be like to... Yeah..." I peered through my lashes, taking in Meghan's wide eyed expression. She grabbed my face and held it so I was looking directly in her eyes.

"So you've- thought about... You think about doing him? You're fantasizing? So that time I was explaining the plan to surprise that giant, you were mind-blowing Puck?"

I looked down at her last statement, cheeks burning. "Not exactly... It's a lot of stuff." I pulled away from Meghan. "I'm sorry. That probably freaks you out." She had her head cocked to the side, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion, awe, and I could've sworn I saw a hint of curiosity in her blue eyes.

It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke. An ebony feather fell from the trees breaking me out of my trance, and landing on Meghan's upturned palm. She stared at it for a moment before a strange look crossed her face and she glanced once more at the feather before speaking.

"Before I can help you, I need to understand fully. How you feel I mean."

I turned to the forest and concentrated on one tree. Steeling myself I began. "I can't stand sounding so pathetic and boy-crazy. I'm too me for that. That's a part of why I feel the way I do. Puck is a challenge. For the first time in my life a guy wasn't intimidated by my personality. I like how he can tease and still not get all angry about getting it back. Sure, he aggravates the hell out of me, but I couldn't not have that. And he's so smart. Which sounds odd, but he downplays it. I know he's not just a pile of stupid. He shows it when it matters. And... He's kinda cute. Okay a lot cute. With that grin and his laugh. I've never thought that a guy could look hot when he was sweaty and had hydra blood staining his hands but he did it. I... I think I could see myself falling for him."

Meghan took in my tortured expression and smiled. "You sound like you're fangirling. Except for the last part. It sounded kinda sketchy. You're not sadistic are you?"

I frowned, though I was relived that the heavy conversation was being lifted.

"But seriously, if it's like that maybe you should talk to him. There are only two people who can do anything about this. You and Puck. So be more like the Elena we know and handle this. Ok?"

I smiled and she squeezed my shoulder. "Right. But on my own time. I'm still figuring things out, so do me a favor and don't mention anything to him or tip him off?"

Meghan's face clouded with the same look from earlier and she carefully placed the feather in my hands. "I don't think I need to." Before I could question anything, she took on a very Puck-like grin that made me want to get away from her as fast as possible.

"Thanks Meghan. I can't be classified as an emotional wreck now." I wiped imaginary sweat off my forehead, and turned to walk away. Meghan's hand went to my wrist, and I raised an eyebrow. Then completely out of character she wriggled hers suggestively.

"So tell me. How badly do you want him?"

As the meaning of her words sunk in I averted my eyes.

"I uh- let's just say that it's very hard to keep my composure when a certain Summer faery likes going shirtless on multiple occasions."

I bit the inside of my cheek and walked towards the site quickly. What I didn't see was the huge raven dropping down from where it was in the trees to land beside Meghan. The bird's form grew until it wasn't a raven but Puck standing next to her. The two stood in silence for a minute before Meghan shook her head. "She so wants you."