Look at me, writing slightly smutty stories about my favorite childhood books. Man i must sound pretty kinky.
Looking down at her slightly purple breakfast sausages, Sabrina went to go take a bite slowly. Her mom was watching her, trying to be discrete-Sabrina knew it was because she was nervous about how small she was getting. She didn't mean to-Eating colorful biscuits and foreign cookie flowers just didn't exactly appeal to her appetite. Just as the strange concoction touched her tongue, she heard a loud stomping down the stairs. She rolled her eyes, to see Puck-grown in to a fourteen year old-looking quite pissed at her.
"Grimm!" He growled, glaring at her. The blonde frowned-She hadn't done anything to make him angry. Besides the punch to his gut he won after gluing her feet to the fan, they'd been civil to each other the past few days.
"Uh, what do you want?" She asked cautiously.
"What did you do?!" He said loudly, gaining the attention from Jake, her parents, sister and grandmother. Red and Canis were out mediating.
"Do to what, moron?" She asked, rolling her eyes and prepping her head up on her arm. She moved a blonde lock from her eye, and then looked at Puck's angry pout.
"To my dream! You messed with it! I know it, don't play innocent!"
She frowned."I didn't do nothing to your dream, nutjob!"
"Yes you did!" He insisted furiously, "I never would've dreamt of that! It was you!'
"What was wrong with your dream?" Veronica asked, trying to reduce the chance of a teenager losing a head at the table.
"She was in it! She jumped onto my waist and made me hold her-typical-but then she made dream me take her clothes off! Then-ugh, She thought she had the right to touch me! Then-she, she used her ugly witch magic to make me go all tingely, then I woke up and my pants were too tight! And I can see my-" He stopped, deciding that was enough. Throughout the whole time, Sabrina's face had turned a rosy red, and hid her face, mumbling 'stop talking' at least fifteen times.
Veronica was trying to make sure Henry didn't kill Puck, since his lunging at the second sentence. Jake was almost crying with laughter-wait, scratch that, there were tears running down his face.
Daphne was confused. She was ten-All she knew was, this was probably part of the popberty thing everyone brought up..
Puck frowned, confused."Old lady! Yell at Sabrina-she messed with my dreams!" He said, pouting and sticking his chest out.
Sabrina growled."I didn't do anything to your dreams that was your doing!"
He frowned."Don't lie! Hey, hey, what's so funny?! I don't get it!"