Hi. This is my first fanfiction. There's a tini-tiny bit of Puckabrina but I don't like laying it on too heavy.
You might understand it better if you've watched 'A Midsummer's Night Dream'.
-Ice
Sabrina looked around herself cautiously before placing the shiny DVD back into its case. The words 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' shone for a moment as the plastic cover caught the sunlight which paraded in through the open window. She stuffed the case underneath the ratty couch cushion – clawed by Elvis and stained by the unknown substances hidden in the fabric of Puck's clothes –before making her way to the kitchen.
She scratched at her finely polished fingernails as she studied the open fridge for something normal to eat apart from purple apples and pasta with tar-black sauce. She took the apple out into her hand and timidly took a bite, finding that it was not apple at all. She threw the purple fruit into the bin and spat out the chewed up mush of purple into the sink, washing it down the drain. She slumped up against the kitchen bench and sucked in a breath. She mulled over her thoughts as she stared at a tiny spider weaving its silver web in the corner of the room.
Puck, in the movie, was virtually bald apart from a blonde braid jutting out from the back of his head. He had sharp pointy horns which didn't quite look as threatening as his ugly face and short legs. Apart from the difference in appearance their attitudes were exactly the same. Childish, immature and totally clueless. I guess the movie people hadn't met the real Puck to know how he looked like but they hit his personality right on the head.
She poured herself a cup of water and chugged it down with a single gulp. She felt empty. Charming had betrayed them all. She really thought he had changed.
'Hey Sabrina,' Puck said entering the room, breaking Sabrina's thoughts. She couldn't help but be dazzled by his blue eyes and clean blonde hair. She put her hands on her hips.
'What? No stinkpot or fartface,' Sabrina replied.
He smirked, grabbing the milk carton.
'Not unless you want me too,' he said, drinking the milk straight from the carton. 'Stinkpot'.
He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and walked away, leaving Sabrina once again in her thoughts. She began washing her cup when suddenly Puck's head appeared on her shoulder. She dropped the glass into the sink but luckily it didn't break.
'Holy cow Puck!' she cried, clutching her heart with her wet hand.
He grinned. Obviously he was back to his mischievous self.
'Hey do you remember putting this under the couch?' He held up the rented DVD in front of her face.
'Hmmph,' she snorted. 'You are such a pervert Puck'.
She snatched the DVD away from him. He stared dumbly at her. He crossed his hands and scratched his blonde hair.
'Okay, first of all how am I a pervert,' he questioned her. 'And secondly, what's a pervert?'
She smirked at him and threw him the DVD case which he caught clumsily. Of course placing people in loving positions was okay. But unclothing them as well was completely different.
'Figure it out for yourself'.
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