Hey! I'm in Maine currently, and I had this idea for this drabble, so, here it goes.
DISCLAIMER: I'm not Michael Buckley, blah, blah, blah.
Dreams & Pranks
Puck's POV
I tiptoed into Grimm's room, bucket of glop in hand, ready for an epic prank. Daphne's snores echoed loudly from the other end of the room. I approached Grimm's bed. Her blonde hair fell across her pillow, and she was sprawled across the bed, blankets that were once on, now at her feet from her tossing and turning. She rolled to the side and moaned.
"No! Noooo!" Thrashing around a little more she still repeatedly moaned"No! Noooo!" over and over again. Lifting the bucket I brought it down to her head and readied to pour it. "Puck?" I tensed, thinking she had caught me. "No! Noooo! Puuuck! Don't leave me. Don't you care? Nooo!" Was she...dreaming about me? "Puck! No! No! No! I thought you cared!" She was starting to get hysterical now. I lowered the bucket and stared down at her. The way the moonlight reflected against her blonde hair made it shimmer prettily and- no! I did not just think that. I shook my head to get rid of the unwanted thought. "Nooooo!" She was sobbing now. Sleep-sobbing. "PUCK! NO!" I really wondered what she was dreaming about.
"Uh, Grimm?" I asked, knowing she couldn't hear me. "I'm here, it's OK, you can stop screaming and yelling.
" "Puck?"
"I'm here Grimm." She relaxed and stopped thrashing around like a maniac.
"Puck? Puck? Your back? Do you care?" She sounded happy now, as if my being OK brightened her whole world
. "It's OK Grimm,i care." And with that, I left the bucket of glop, still full and unused, by her bedside, giving up the prank for tonight. The way I looked at it, it was a start. I'd go on from here, slowly pranking and teasing Grimm less and less, to show her that I did care, because I really did.
OK,done finally, phew, oh my god. And to Isabella Leora Gray, who has so kindly {note the sarcasm} reviewed all of my stories, I really don't care what you have to say. So hope everyone Liked it! And goodbye.