Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm or any of the other original characters/work by Michael Buckley
So this is my first Fanfic in a WHILE…. Yeah I havn't been on here in forever and I can barely remember anything that happened in the Sisters Grimm… w im sorry! But I thought that the story on my mind would go perfectly with the characters. This time Puck and Sabrina are having different feelings as you will probably notice, Love Isn't Always Mutual….
SPOV:
I stood there watching him, thinking to myself, how cute he looked as he jumped around with immense energy. Where he kept it all? I hadn't a clue, but he was always happy and managed to bring a smile to my face, always. It was hilarious watching him spend hours in the great woods behind Granny Relda's house, playing soccer, flying around, or playing with bugs. It was disgusting for sure, but he was just fascinated by such small things. The happiest kid I had ever seen. Puck's blond hair gleamed in the sun and flopped around whenever he moved in all the right ways. His green eyes gleamed with mischief and excitement. Sometimes we would play soccer outside together and I was amazed at how well I did! Today it was so cold out though, only 30 degrees… I never got how Puck was never cold! He was always saying it's so hot outside! And he didn't like to wear jeans either… so weird, he would wear shorts in the dead of winter. He had so many little things that bothered him, oh, like he didn't like the feeling of the wind blowing past his ears too. I, on the other hand, was always cold… Sometimes he would let me wear his sweatshirt, the green one, that smelled so bad to everyone else but I loved the smell of it. I really don't know why, but I guess some would say its love. I really hate that word love; it's so strong and committed. I feel like whenever I fall in love, it never works out good. I prefer to not at all, but no, I still do… Puck's sweatshirt is really big on me and it falls down to about my knees. We are about the same size I guess, or at least as close as a guy and girl can get to being the same size. The same height, 5'1'', and close to the same shoe size as well! He has such cute tiny feet, I mean they are still bigger than mine, but for a boy I suppose they are quite small. This always happens in my head; I end up replaying the time I spend with him and rambling on to Daphne and Red about the random things I have done with Puck. The smallest things matter to me and it can get quite annoying. Well I guess its love… *sigh*
*CRASH!*
The soccer ball flew through the air and slammed in the attic window, sending shards of glass flying towards me. I ducked and covered, because this was a routine to me now, and Puck flew over and landed on top of me.
"What are you doing!" I demanded in the best tough-girl voice I could manage. My palms were sliced from the glass and blood was starting to pool at the cut. My cheeks turned red are hot. I didn't dare do something stupid, for there was always the chance of Puck finding out I liked him, in these romantic situations.
"I am h-e-l-p-i-n-g you." Puck said slowly, sounding out each syllable, making me look like an absolute fool. His body heat radiated onto me, which only made me more nervous and giddy. I was shaking from the cold and trying hard not to blush even more. He stood up and helped me off my feet. He ripped off a piece of cloth from his shirt and tied it around my bleeding hands. Granny is going to be quite annoyed when she finds out he tore another shirt… Puck carefully enclosed his hand around mine sending warm tingles down my back. I guess I could call it pleasurable, if I didn't mind the searing pain in my hands. He put his other arm around me to help me stand and we walked back to the house. Red is always telling me how I should make a move! I should say something to show my love. But it's almost as if she says it blindly, she is perfectly happy with her boyfriend and currently battling the frequent flashbacks to her times in the asylum, sometimes I don't know if she means what she is saying. So with this advice lingering in the back of my mind, I snuggle into Puck's hard chest a little more. Now let me tell you something, he has abs. Not just the kind you can feel when you flex them, no, he's got the hardcore sexy ones you can see. And a whole six pack too! My body was starting to go numb from the sight of blood and I was feeling faint. As I leaned more into him he allowed me too, but something told me he wouldn't be returning that gesture. I think he just lets me flirt with him so he doesn't hurt my feelings…