Puck was a very annoyed boy.

Sabrina was a very annoyed girl.

They were a perfectly annoyed couple.

They were both annoyed with each other.

One of them was annoyed by the gunk in her hair.

The other was annoyed she didn't realize the brilliance of said gunk.

"It's thick and green and it took me two hours to make!" Puck insisted to her.

"EXACTLY! It's thick and green and disgusting! I can't believe you poured this into the shampoo!"

"Really?" Puck said, incredulous, "It seems exactly like something I, the Trickster King, would do. I mean, TRICKSTER."

"Oh, shut up," Sabrina said, "I'm tired of you living here! Daphne and I finally get out of the orphanage and we're stuck with you!"

"You looooove me," Puck teased, "You're so so so so so glad you're 'stuck with me.' Without me, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself!"

"I would know exactly what to do with myself!" Sabrina insisted, "I would throw a party! I would take long and glorious showers without worrying!"

Puck glared.

Sabrina glared.

They glared together.

Puck broke the silence. Again.

He farted. Loudly. As he always did.

Sabrina shoved him, finally having enough.

"STOP IT!" she yelled, "You're so appalling, Puck!"

"I'm appalling?" Puck replied, "Have you seen yourself?"

"Gah!" Sabrina yelled, storming out of the room, leaving Puck.

He was staring at the door, aggravated. She was staring at the door.

From the other side, that is. She hated him. He was so smelly and obnoxious.

He hated her. She was so... pretentious. The Trickster King was wise. He just hid it.

She thought she was so above him because she was mortal. And Grimm. He didn't care.

Gah, she hated him. He was so obnoxious, and he thought he was above everyone. A baby.

He's a baby. He's an annoying baby. He needs to grow up like the rest of them. Especially Sabrina.

Sabrina had to grow up early. Puck had had an eternity of being a child, and he inexplicably just... ugh.

She didn't even know anymore. The lines between hatred and.... something else were so blurred these days.

He didn't even know why he hated her so much, when he really really thought about it. It was confusing, and it...

It sucked. It sucked. It just sucked. Except... at the same time... she wasn't so annoyed. Her hair was kind of pretty...

Her face was kind of pretty too. So was everything about Sabrina. Gah. It was unfair. The Trickster King did not like anyone.

The old lady was nice, and she cooked pretty well, but she wasn't worth her annoying granddaughter. No one was worth her-

Except anyone would be. And anything. Gah. Unfair. His legs hurt. The old lady said it was growing pains. It couldn't be. He didn't grow.

Growing was for mortals. Who wanted to be a mortal? The appeal of Sabrina was lost on him. The appeal of liking girls (or boys) in general.

She detested him. She swore never, ever, ever to think of Puck that way. Then she remembered the future. Or Puck would have a flash of nice.

And all her resolve left.

It was so incredibly unfair.

It was unbelievable... no, no.

She wouldn't let him effect her.

She couldn't believe him. It sucks..

She thinks. But she's unsure. So is he.

A/N- I hoped you enjoyed. I had a weird pyramid design, I know, but... just love it. 8D.