Do any of you remember who I am?

I'm guessing not. Let me remind you.

IT'S ME! YOU KNOW, THE ONE THAT WRITES PAINFULLY ROMANTIC OVER-THE-TOP CHEESY DRAMA STORIES THAT ARE UNDOUBTEDLY CRINGE-WORTHY ABOUT SABRINA AND PUCK?

Yep, that's me.

Speaking of cringe-worthy stories (if they can even be called that), I have a question for my peeps.

HOW CAN YOU GUYS LIKE "HIDDEN LOVE"?!

Like, OMG (bitchy girly-girling over here), it is sooooooo...bleurgh. I don't even have words to describe it, so I'm just gonna use vomit noises. I have absolutely no idea how you guys actually liked that sorry-excuse-of-a-fanfic. I was re-reading it, and there have been moments where I wanted to hide under the blanket in shame and just melt away, because it was that embarrassing. I can't believe I even put that up. The only reason it's still up is because it has OVER 150 REVIEWS! I don't even know why it has so many. The story was just all over the place and un-centered and I didn't even know what I was writing about half the time. It was meant to be a high-school/romance/drama story, but someone it turned into Scarlet Hand/evil family members/cliche villains/unexpected character death. LOL, I have to admit though, that last chapter was the best, and my favorite.

Okay, enough about my tragic story-slump. Let's give you something good (hopefully).

So if you keep yourself updated on my WONDERFUL life, you'll notice that I've updated my profile. If you've read the part about the "Genre-Phase", you'll be glad to know that I'm treating you to a fighter-romance story written exclusively by moi.

YAY! Over-the-top sexual tension between our favorite pairing! And overprotective/jealous Puck! Could it get any better?

No. That's all there is.

Sorry to deflate your excitement balloons, but that's really all there is in these types of stories. Maybe along the way I'll add in some tragic plot-twist, but for now, what you see is what you get.

Before you start your unwanted grilling on why I've been MIA for so long, blame the internet. It's not my fault there's so many good book sites out there. I like to read. Sheesh, get over it. I'm back. You should be proud.

Also, this story takes place in a small town named "Ferryport Landing". By no means is it similar to the original. Puck and Sabrina have never met before, and you'll find out later what Puck does for a living. Red is Sabrina's best friend, not Daphne's, and she's a bit of a girly girl. I have a feeling that Daphne's too-many-boyfriends attitude might have rubbed off on her, so she's a flirty sucker. I love Red, and I think her social side should show more in stories, so I've made her different. The Grimms don't know about Everafters, although there are plenty living in their town.

In this story, Puck looks like this:

JUST A WARNING, THIS STORY CONTAINS MILD-MAJOR SWEARING, AND WILL INCLUDE LOADS OF SEXUAL TENSION/FLIRTING.

This is the longest A/N I have ever written. Damn, I missed writing.

Please leave your thoughts in writing, and don't make me feel worse than I already do for not updating all my other stories. I'll hopefully get around to that sooner rather than later, but no promises. I don't do promises.

Oh, and by the way, this is in first person POV. Gonna give it another go. Practice makes perfect, right?

DISCLAIMER: We all know what this means. It was not mine, it is not mine, and it will never be mine. End of story.

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"Have you been to the new place that just opened up?"

My initial response is to shake my head and say 'no', but I'm sure that's not what she's expecting. Red expects answers, and she's obviously waiting for mine right now.

"Umm...what was it again?"

Shit, that came out wrong. You're meant to sound confident, Sabrina!

Red tilts her head to the side, and her auburn locks bounce around her head. Damn, she's pretty. Especially those big brown doe eyes.

"Please tell me you're not that socially disconnected, Sabrina. The new gym, remember? The exclusive one for members only?"

Oh, right. That one. I'd heard about it a few times before, and even driven past once or twice, but I had never really paid much attention to it. The place itself was too fancy for a town like Ferryport Landing. All black windows and modern looking.

"Right, yeah. I've never been to it before. It's too snobbish, you know? And I doubt membership would cost any less than what a professional boxer makes in a year. It's probably got state-of-the-art gym equipment and people waiting around on you hand and foot to collect your sweaty towels. I mean, have you seen the size of that gym? It sticks out like a sore thumb in a place like this. I doubt anybody would even go there."

Red nods slowly. She knows I'm right, and I know she won't bother arguing. I sip my coffee and look around the small cafe we're in. It's country-styled, small and homey with wooden walls and dim lighting. There's a bar on one side of the room, but Red and I stick to our caffeine. Even though we're twenty-one, we don't drink very often. Red gets a little too excited when she's overdosed, so we stay as far away from glass bottles as we can.

"Still," she says. "It wouldn't hurt to go check it out. Daphne told me that they're given a free, one hour session this afternoon for anyone who wants to check it out. I think it's to help you out with deciding whether or not you want to pay bucket-loads of cash for a work-out at a place like that."

Even though she doesn't ask, I know what Red's implying. She wants to go check it out, and personally I don't mind. Of course my little sister would have told her about a free work-out session. Like me, Red is a fitness freak, and Daphne knows that the two of us would jump at a chance to visit a classy new gym. Only, this time I'm not jumping. It's more of an unsure hop.

"I guess it's okay if we check it out. I'm just afraid that I'll like the place too much, and then I won't be able to pay for my membership as well as the rent. You know how hard it is keeping up with the financial stuff."

Red nods sympathetically, a small smile tugging at her lips. Being two single ladies with part-time jobs at the local newspaper agency, we both know what it's like having to keep up with the costs.

But it wouldn't hurt to check out the new gym for an hour. In fact, I'm one-hundred percent sure it's going to be fun.

"Okay, come by my apartment at three. We'll head out then."

Red squeals and claps her hands excitedly. She's pumped.

Well, that makes two of us.

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