A/N: This is a songfic to the song "She's A Lady" by Forever The Sickest Kids. Sabrina and Puck are both sophomores in high school.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm or Forever The Sickest Kids
Puck Point of View:
I paced the my huge room, worried about that one girl… She wouldn't get out of my head! I needed a distraction. I noticed my iPod lying on my trampoline bed. 'Perfect', I thought. I put in my headphones and pressed the shuffle button. "She's A Lady" by Forever the Sickest Kids came on. This really didn't help, considering that this song, more than any other reminded me of her… Oh well, might as well listen to it.
I'm in love with a girl I hate,
She enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me,
I was head-over-heals in love with Sabrina, the one girl who makes me want to punch her and kiss her and the same time. And boy, did she ever point out the facts that my family is dysfunctional and that I'm immature.
I'm in love with a critic and a skeptic and a traitor,
I'd trade her in a second,
Sabrina… She would tell you exactly what's wrong with you; she never believed anything or anyone without evidence that they were right. With her, it was guilty until proven innocent. As for traitor, I could clearly remember the time she took the key from Marshmellow, basically betraying her. Come to think of it, I really should trade her… But I know I can't. I don't have that much strength.
She's a backseat driver, a drama provider,
An instant update of the world,
Sabrina always thinks she knows best… When someone else is in charge, she mutters about how what we are doing is stupid and how she could do a much better job. She always knew exactly what was going on in the world, a constant reminder of where she wanted to be and where I couldn't go.
She's a first-class liar, a constant forgetter,
(Attractive, but bitter)
She could lye her way out of anything. She could convince you that you were in the wrong. She could convince herself that she was doing the right thing. She couldn't remember anything of importance. Like how the Everafters had helped her, how I had helped her. And God was she beautiful. I couldn't even insult her appearance anymore. It was too obvious that anything I said about her wasn't true. However, growing up so fast to let Daphne have her childhood innocence had left my favorite Grimm bitter.
Did you scream enough to make her cry?
Did you turn around?
Turn around
Baby don't return to me if you think that I'm not worth your time,
I remember the fight that had started all of this… I had dyed her hair blue… I know I shouldn't have, but I wanted her attention. We started arguing until tears were in her eyes and she ran off to her room to cry. I felt bad but I didn't do anything. I figured it would resolve it self. That is, until she came downstairs today and announced she had a date with Andrew, the star football player. I was shocked. Not that she got the guy, no, that would be a snitch, but that she really went that far…
She's a lady,
And ladies shouldn't be messed with.
She's a lady,
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
Oh did I know that. The first time I kissed her she punched me in the gut. That was one of the many times she had hit me. Hard. But her going out with Andrew hurt the most. How could I blame her though? It's not like she BELONGED to me. She didn't know that I loved her…
Take off your shoes,
Come in the room,
And baby lets try not to argue,
Turn off the lights,
Turn on the radio,
How can we fight when I'm too busy loving you?
Too busy loving you,
Too busy loving you,
If only… If she would give me a chance I wouldn't make fun of her. I wouldn't prank her. I could be sweet if I wanted to be… I heard the front door slam. Sabrina was home. I took off my headphones. No one else was up and I could tell by they way she darted up the steps that she was upset. The song kept playing in my head. I flew to her room.
Did you scream enough to make her cry?
Did you turn around?
Turn around,
Baby don't return to me,
If you think, that I'm not worth your time.
I heard the sobs from outside her room. I open the door and she glared up at me. At least I wasn't the cause of her tears. "What do you want, fairyboy?" she sneered, though her heart wasn't into the insult.
"What. Did. He. Do?" I asked, furious at Andrew-the-a-hole
"Huh?" Sabrina was confused. I'm not supposed to care.
"Did he hurt you? Are you okay? Never mind, don't answer that you're obviously not. God, if he hurt you…" I was fuming. If he hurt her, I was going to hurt him.
"Since when did you care?" Sabrina wasn't meaning it in a vicious way, but from genuine surprise.
"Since forever, I just have issues showing it." I said.
"Oh."
"So what did he do?"
"Puck, I'm fine. I can take care of myself."
She's a lady,
And ladies shouldn't be messed with,
She's a lady,
And ladies shouldn't be messed with.
I almost felt bad for Andrew. He was gonna get it form both me and 'Brina. Boy, was he in for it.
"Please, 'Brina, tell me."
"Puck I told you I'm fine!"
Here I am, there you go again,
And we will never be eighteen again,
And I'm worn out of fight, and every night you leave crying,
And I could use some time,
Here I am, there you go again,
"Sabrina, I don't want to fight with you. I don't want to cause you pain. I don't want you to cry." I walked over to her. I tentatively wrapped my arms around her, comforting her. She tensed at first, but then relaxed into the embrace.
"Why?"
"Because I love you silly."
That got her. She looked at me kind of funny.
So here I am and I'm dying,
And I'm waiting for you, waiting for you,
Come back, come back to me,
And I'll take you gladly, and I'll take you in again,
"Really Puck?" The tone of her voice made me know that she was completely venerable right now.
"Really."
She looked up at me and slowly smiled. She didn't give her I-am-about-to-make-you-pay-smile or the I-am-pretending-I-am-okay-smile, but her real smile. She was so pretty when she smiled for real. She snuggled deep into my arms, her head rested on my shoulder.
"I love you too."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So where can I find this Andrew kid?"
"Puck…." There was warning in her tone.
"C'mon. I won't do anything too terrible."
"Fine…" She scribbled down an address.
"Now," I said, "Onto more important things." She giggled. I grinned down at her. Life was wonderful.
Five Days Later (At Andrew's house):
I smiled, feeling the eggs in my hands. My buddy Andrew wasn't home… I had three cartons of eggs and ten rolls of toilet paper to redecorate the outside of his house with. I went to work.
Did you scream enough to make her cry?
Did you turn around?
Turn around,
Baby don't return to me, if you think that I'm not worth your time,
She's a lady,
And ladies shouldn't be messed with,
She's a lady,
And ladies shouldn't be messed with.
A/N: So what did you guys think?