Hello!
Mwahahaha...ANOTHER FANFIC. :)
Have I written enough by now? There is never enough fanfic!
So, I can't promise any regular updates, but reviews keep me going! I love 'em.
Anyone else a major fan of Puck?
New book is already out "The Council of Mirrors", I think...and I cannot wait to read it.
Thanks, you guys!
-Homey :)
Disclaimer: The Sisters Grimm does not belong to me, though I wish at times that it did. Especially Puck. I could live with just Puck.
©HomeschoolGirl 2012, or at least this actual post is. The characters, not so much. But anyway, please don't use this as your own. Thanks!
"Grimm, if you don't finish your hair within five seconds, I am going to kill you."
Sabrina Grimm stood inside her bathroom, leaning against the porcelain sink, slowly drawing a hot iron through her blonde locks. On the other side of the door stood a very annoyed Puck, who had been waiting for the past ten minutes to get inside and brush his teeth.
"We have more than one bathroom!" Sabrina reminded him.
Puck groaned. "But I left my toothbrush in there!"
She looked down at the bathroom counter, where varying colors of toothbrush were splayed in a cup halfheartedly. "Which one is yours?"
"Like you can't tell."
Sabrina groaned and reached for the half-gnawed, army-green handle of Puck's toothbrush. The bristles were yellowed and old. When Sabrina turned toward the bathroom, it omitted a horrible smell.
"Oh my god," she gasped, cracking the door slightly to extend the toothbrush to him. "How old is that thing?"
"Like, five years old? Something like that?"
"Puck!" She gasped, staring at the boy in front of her. He had the usual devilish smirk on his face, and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.
"Six, actually," he said at last, and the thoughtfulness left his features.
"How do you possibly keep your teeth clean with this?" She said, waving it around. The smell once again burst fresh in her nose. She gagged.
"That's just it," he said, snatching it from her hand. "I don't."
"Don't what?"
"Use it to brush my teeth."
With that, he turned and flew down the hall (literally), leaving her wondering what in the world he did use it for, and hoping she'd never find out.
Daphne, Sabrina's younger sister, was already eating breakfast when she entered the dining room a few minutes later. Granny Relda had cooked up another one of her unusual recipes-purple polka-dot pancakes with bright green, bubbling syrup. It looked like Halloween.
"Morning," Sabrina said, plopping down in the seat opposite her sister.
Over the past few years, Daphne had really grown up. The girl, now thirteen, was tall, thin, with gorgeous brown hair and a winning smile. Pair that with a tendency to be dramatic, and you had a dangerous combination.
Apparently, Puck didn't think so, because right then he hurried into the room and snatched a pancake from Daphne's plate.
"PUCK!" She thundered, but he had already stuffed the whole thing in his mouth. He sat down next to Sabrina and reached for a plate, thought better of it, and instead snatched the whole platter of pancakes. Sabrina grabbed three, handing one to Daphne and keeping two for herself before he could eat everything.
"Thanks, Sabrina," Daphne mumbled, sinking down into her chair. She poured a heaping amount of the syrup on her food, then dug in. Puck quickly grabbed the bottle from her and emptied the rest on his pancakes before Sabrina could have any.
"You're a pig!" She exclaimed, slapping at his arm.
"Tell me something I don't know," he shot back, bending over an inch from his meal. He used his hands to eat, not bothering with the utensils sitting in front of him, and shoveled food in at lightning speed.
Sabrina looked at him with disgust. She rolled up her pancake, reached over, and used it to mop up some excess syrup from his plate. He glared at her.
"What?" She asked, taking a bite. "You didn't leave any for me."
"Then get up off your lazy behind and go get some, Grimm."
She narrowed her eyes. "Lazy? Is that so? What about the time I defeated the giant, or the Wizard of Oz, or Moth-"
"That's in the past. Five years in the making. Get some new material. And anyways, I defeated Moth and saved your ugly face, Grimm."
"My name is Sabrina!"
"Fine, Sabrina Grimm."
She huffed angrily and folded her arms over her chest. Daphne watched the exchange quietly, her eyes darting back and forth between the two.
"Wow," she giggled at last. "You guys are sooo in love!"
Sabrina's jaw dropped with surprise. Before she could react-or pummel her sister to death-Daphne hopped up, grabbed her plate, and hurried from the room.
She wanted so badly to leave the room, leave Puck and all this embarrassment behind, but Sabrina knew if she did that it would look as if she did like him. So she forced herself to sit, curling her hands under her thighs. Her cheeks were bright red, though, and nothing could be done about that. Sometimes she hated Daphne.
It took her a moment to realize she no longer heard the gulping, chewing noises Puck made when he ate. He was quiet.
She forced herself to look over at him. Sabrina was horrified to find him staring at her, but he quickly dropped his eyes. It was maddening.
"Daphne's annoying," she said at last.
"Uh-huh," he agreed quietly.
"Well, I'm done," she said, getting to her feet. She grabbed her plate of half-eaten pancakes and extended her hand to Puck. He looked confused for a moment, almost as if he wanted to take it.
"Your plate?" She clarified.
"Um, right," he said, handing the platter over to her. "Thanks."
With that, they both went their separate ways.
Sabrina cleaned off the plates in the kitchen, where Granny Relda was picking at her own breakfast while chatting on the phone.
"Uh-huh," she was saying. "Yes, that's very nice. Oh? Is that so? Okay. Thank you. Have a nice day, now."
She hung up and turned around, jumping when she saw Sabrina. "Oh! You scared me!" She panted, laying a hand over her chest.
Sabrina gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I've been in here for the past two minutes. You must have been really absorbed in that conversation."
"Kind of," she admitted sheepishly, shrugging. "Oh well! Will you see that Red is up? School starts in ten minutes."
"Yup, fine," Sabrina said, eyeing her grandmother suspiciously.
Granny Relda looked down immediately. "Thanks, libeling."
Sabrina cast Granny Relda one last, lingering look before hurrying from the room. She didn't have time for questions, not now. School started in fifteen minutes.
Red took her time getting up, finally making it downstairs with five minutes to spare. The girl-almost fifteen, two years younger than Sabrina herself-pulled her hair back in a messy bun and ate a chocolate chip cookie as she brushed her teeth.
"We. Have. To. Go." Sabrina commanded, tapping her foot impatiently by the door. Red grunted a reply.
"Now! Red? Now!"
"I WILL BE DONE IN A SECOND! GOD."
"I know the feeling!" Puck called out as he breezed by. He opened the door to his room, shutting it firmly behind him. Within ten seconds he was back out, tucking a few pieces of pink paper under his arm.
"What's tha-" Sabrina began, but he ignored her and disappeared around the corner. She huffed in annoyance.
Ten excruciatingly long minutes later, they were on their way-'they' being Sabrina, Puck, Daphne and Red. Granny Relda had bought her eldest granddaughter a convertible last year for her sixteenth birthday, which Sabrina loved. Puck however, had protested strongly, insisting that Granny Relda had known him first-shouldn't he have a car? But no, Puck had wings, and Sabrina didn't. So she got the car.
"I wonder why they put peanut butter and jelly together…" Daphne mused suddenly. "I mean, who came up with that?"
"God," Puck answered firmly. "That, or The Little Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe. But I'm not sure."
"It was the little old lady," Red clarified.
Sabrina just sighed.
She dropped Red and Daphne off at the middle school, did a U-turn, and sped out of the parking lot. They were late. So, so late. And now that Daphne was out of the car, she could afford to be a little reckless.
"Slow down, Grimm!" Puck exclaimed, flattening himself against his seat.
Sabrina sighed, shifting gears. "I will in a minutePuck! I want to get there."
"We're not going," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We're not going." He withdrew the pink papers from the pocket of his jacket and extended them toward Sabrina. She cast them an anxious glance.
"What's that?"
"You keep saying that."
She rolled her eyes. "I realize that, Puck. Could you please answer my question?"
"Slips. I'll just need to turn them in real quick, and then we're going to ditch."
Sabrina pulled into the parking lot, slowing the car down then easing into one of the few free parking spaces. "Ditch."
"Yessir."
"I'm a girl."
"You don't say?"
"Oh, please."
Puck unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of the car, not bothering to open his door. "Give me five minutes, Grimm. Stay low, and then we're home free."
She had to admit, ditching sounded appealing. Not only would it be a great relief to get a break from school, but it would be fun.
"Okay," she relented at last, exhaling. "But you have two minutes."
"Deal." With that, he turned on his heel and headed toward the front doors. Sabrina watched his blonde head bob over the sea of cars, the neck that was taunt with excitement, newly broad shoulders she hadn't noticed before.
Sabrina touched her cheek, which was hot. She was blushing. Blushing over Puck. Ew. Slightly repulsed, Sabrina sank down in her seat and turned her mind to other things. Granny Relda's conversation, for instance, was interesting. So was Daphne's declaration this morning at breakfast. She, Sabrina Grimm, in love with Puck. As if.
"We're home free!" Puck suddenly yelled from behind her.
Sabrina swallowed and turned around to face him. "Great."
"So," he said, sliding in next to her. "What do you want to do?"