AN~ Because of the illegality of songfics, I took down twenty-five out of my twenty-seven songfics. I have two left, one because... well, there's so much story around it that NEEDS the song that I couldn't remove the lyrics, and I like the fic enough to hope for the best. The other is buried in my hundred word challenge. I'll do something about later.

So anyway, because some people (two) have expressed a desire to not lose those things (I thought they were awful but whatever), I have decided to kind of sort of almost do the shuffle challenge... with some changes. I'm only doing the songs I already have on my list. That means about ten more than were originally in this... thing. I'm not using an iPod or any shuffle-equipped MP3 player, because I don't have one, so this is just song-inspired fics that are written in the time it took me to listen to the song.

ALSO A VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I'M KIND OF SORT OF TAKING A SUMMER HIATUS.
I want to spend time with my boyfriend and my family and friends before I go away to college this fall, and I want to spend money while I have some. Also I want to read enough books that I can pack all the ones I haven't read yet and take them with me, and I want to write. So that doesn't leave much time for the internet.
SO YEAH. I MIGHT UPDATE SOME OF MY OTHER FICS THIS SUMMER. IT'S UNLIKELY YOU'LL SEE ANYTHING REGULAR UNTIL SEPTEMBER, THOUGH.

Disclaimer: songs aren't mine, characters aren't mine, world isn't mine. Plots are mine.

When You're Gone, Avril Lavigne:

Sabrina was depressed. Daphne was mad at her again- this time she hadn't been sad enough when they left Ferryport Landing. How was that her fault? They'd be coming back to visit! There were Everafters in NYC! Puck and Uncle Jake would come visit them in a month or so! BLANK was living in the same apartment building!

But Daphne didn't want that. She wanted Sabrina to feel the way she did. What neither of them got was that they were there own people, and their problems started when they expected the other one to react the way they did.

Right now, though, Sabrina was sad. Awfully sad. She missed Daphne like she didn't know she could miss someone, and she was sure this was what heartbreak was. She couldn't even describe this missing, it was so enormous. And she didn't know how to fix it, because she wasn't the same as Daphne, and she couldn't react the way her sister wanted her to.

She couldn't fix this.

Keep Holding On, Avril Lavigne:

The Scarlet Hand had risen again, and Sabrina and Puck were fighting it, along with the rest of their family. Right now, she was standing on her own in front of her house- she wouldn't protect it that badly, but they were saving some very important things in it, and she couldn't let them get to it.

Puck appeared next to her. She almost stared at him, because she'd thought he was off doing something else, something more important.

But she just said, "Hey."

"Hey," he said, grinning at her.

"We're gonna die," she told him.

"Probably," he agreed. "Wanna give up?"

"Of course not," she answered.

"Didn't think so," he said.

They slid their feet further apart, steadying themselves, and waited. The Scarlet Hand approached, roaring at them as they came down to attack. It might be Sabrina and Puck's last battle. They didn't care. They'd been in tight situations before. And at least they had each other. Being together always made it better.

"I love you," she told him as the battle began.

He grinned at her. "Same."

Complicated, Avril Lavigne

Sabrina and Daphne had been living in New York for about a year before Sabrina noticed the changes. Daphne wasn't sweet and innocent anymore. She wasn't bubbly. She was... popular. The kind of girl Sabrina would have hated when she was younger, or wished she could be, and now just looked down on. So she decided to talk to her about it.

So she knocked on her sister's bedroom doorframe and said, "You busy?"

Daphne shook her head, so Sabrina walked in and said, "What happened to you?" She looked distastefully at the posters of the latest boy band.

"What do you mean?" Daphne asked.

"You're acting like a poser," Sabrina said. "You are a poser. There's no way this is you."

"How do you know?" Daphne asked.

"I know," Sabrina said. "And if you think it is you, you're lying to yourself, which is worse."

Daphne winced. But she straightened up and said, "The old me was a baby."

Sabrina shook her head and said, "No. She was nice. And we all liked her."

"But... I was getting teased."

"You're better than them," Sabrina said sincerely. "Could you... be you again?"

Daphne sighed and said, "Fine. But it's going to be hard."

Sabrina hugged her sister. "I'll help. I promise."

Daphne smiled. "I love you."

I'm With You, Avril Lavigne

She didn't remember anything. Well, she did. She remembered being a kid and living in New York City. But she didn't remember anything between that and the funny short man walking away from her, brushing pink glitter off his hands. She stood alone now, hours later, on a bridge in a place she'd never been before.

She wasn't sure what was going on, but she was pretty sure that she should have people who knew her. Didn't she have friends? Her family? Didn't anybody want to look for her? Was she that pitiful a person?

Then he showed up- she didn't know who he was, but he was tall and blonde and he called her by name.

"I'm sorry," she said, "But... I don't know who you are."

His face fell, and he said, "That's... okay. Come with me, and I'll tell you. I know your family."

She nodded and took his hand, and he led her off to the answers."

She didn't know him, but she felt like she ought to.

What is this feeling, Wicked: (Taken straight from the old fic because it's a parody, not a songfic.)

Dear Mom and Dad,

Mom,

There's been some confusion over partners here in town,

More like a ton of it.

But of course I'll care for Daphne,

But of course I'll rise above it,

For I know that's how you'd want me to respond.
Yes there's been some confusion for you see my partner is-

How do I put this?

Unusually exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe.

Blond.

This is the weirdest feeling. I've never felt this way before.

What is this feeling, so sudden, and new,

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you?

My pulse is rushing,

My head is reeling,

My face is FLUSHING,

Oh what is this feeling?
Vervid as a flame,
does it have a name?
YEEESSS
Loathing.

Yeah, let's go with that.

Un-a-dul-ter-ated loathing,

I hate it all! At least, that's what I guess it is, because there's one other option, and it CAN'T be that.

For your face,

Your voice!

Your clothing!

Let's just say,
I loathe it all!
Every little trait howeeever small,
makes my very flesh begin to crawl,
with simple utter loathing.

Every time we touch, I get chills, it's GOT to be because you disgust me.

There's a strange exhilaration
in such total detestation,
it's so pure so stroooooooooooooooong!

Very strong. It's weird, though. I almost- like it.

Though I do admit it came on fast,
still I do believe that it can last,
and there will be loathing, loathing you my
whooooole life through!

Open Wounds, Skillet:

Puck sat in his bedroom in Faerie, fuming at his dad. They'd had a shouting match during dinner, again. It was always worse when his mom and Mustardseed were out. When it was just him and his dad...

They might kill each other someday.

Right now, he was 'grounded,' which meant he was supposed to think about his failings and how to do better.

Translation? How to be more like his dad.

It was funny, they were never really punishments.

But... why did he hurt so much? He couldn't still care about what his dad thought, could he?

Of course not.

Except it really did hurt.

He'd never live up to his father's expectations. And his dad would never stop expecting things.

So the solution was to leave, wasn't it? It was that or do something really stupid. And since, in his deepest corners, he knew he did love his dad and want him to be proud of him, he'd have to get out of there.

Someday. Once things got worse.

Second Chance, Shinedown: (Sequel to "Open Wounds")

Mustardseed found Puck in his room, brooding. He knocked on the doorframe and walked in, looking sympathetically at his brother. "You wanna talk?"

Puck snorted. "No."

"But you're going to anyway," Mustardseed said calmly.

Puck nodded and sighed. He laid down on his stomach across the bed, his arms hanging over the edge. Then he shot up into a sitting position and burst out, "Do they seriously expect me to marry her? She's like... I mean, she's turned into a total witch! I'm pretty sure she went crazy. And any feelings she had for me got lost in her wanting to be queen. We don't agree on anything, and- dangit, Mustardseed, I want to go somewhere, I want to dosomething with my life! If I get married, I'm never geven going to be a prankster anymore.

"So what are you going to do?" Mustardseed asked, thinking he knew the answer already.

"Leave," Puck said simply. "Before dad gets a chance to force me into it or kick me out.

Yup. He'd known it. "All right," Mustardseed said.

"Tell mom I'm sorry?" Puck asked.

Mustardseed nodded. "I'll miss you."

Puck gave him a lopsided grin. "You'll be fine. You always are."

Mustardseed shook his head and thought to himself, Only because I have you.

Make This Go On Forever, Snow Patrol

Henry was leaving. It was all Goldie could think about: he was leaving. Going away. Without her.

She'd tried to change his mind. It hadn't worked. In fact, it had made it worse. He- he thought she wasn't sorry that his dad had died. He thought she didn't understand. But she did. She did. She just didn't know how to tell him, how to make him see that she didn't want to keep him here because she didn't understand that he wanted to get away from his memories, how to show him that she thought it would be easier if they grieved together.

She'd fix it. She'd make it right again. If he would just listen, though, it would be so much easier.

But he was leaving. And she was afraid that he wouldn't let her fix it, wouldn't let her follow him to make it better. Or worse, that he would find some other girl who would fix it for him, and he'd like her better than he liked Goldie. She was terrified she'd lose him over this. She couldn't lose him. Henry was perfect for her. He was the only one who had ever understood, the only one she loved.

And she'd thought he loved her. But if he loved her, he wouldn't leave, would he? He'd stay. He'd listen to her.

That was why she was afraid he'd find someone else. She knew he was grieving and hurting and not thinking straight, but she thought this might mean that he was showing her how he really felt, that he really didn't want this. Didn't want her.

She'd show him, though. They were right for each other. She'd prove it to him.

And that meant following him.

That settled it. She'd go to New York City with him.

Then she could make it all better. And they would be just right.

Come Back to Me, David Cook

Sabrina had called everyone together for a family meeting. They were all gathered in the living room, staring at her as she stood in front of the TV.

"Right," Sabrina said, taking a deep breath. "Umm... I- I think I have to- I'm going to... I mean, it's great here. I love it. I love all of you. But... I've just- well, I've lived here since I was eleven. I think I need to get out for a bit, just a few years. I'm going to leave, see the world, figure out who I am without you all a little bit more. Then I'll be back. You're- you're not mad at me, are you? You guys get it?"

Jake got it. Since Puck had disappeared, he'd been waiting for this, actually. He understood completely. Besides, he'd done it himself.

Red mostly got it. It wasn't a surprise, she'd been waiting for it. She saw everything.

Basil didn't really get it. He was only ten, after all. But he wanted his sister to be happy.

Granny and Veronica understood, too. Sabrina was growing. It was hard. And this wasn't an easy town to grow into yourself in.

Daphne sighed and said, "I can't fix it, can I?"

Sabrina shook her head, turning to her dad.

"I'll miss you," Henry said at last, "but I know you'll be fine."

Sabrina smiled at her dad, then leaned in and hugged him. "I love you, daddy," she said, "Thanks."

He smiled at her. "I love you, too."

Stand in the Rain, Superchick:

It was raining again. Sabrina hated the rain- even now that she had her family back again, rain reminded her of the night she'd lost them, and the two horrible years that had followed.

Puck, who was visiting their NYC apartment with Uncle Jake, looked at her face, then decided something. "Come on," he said, standing.

"What?" Sabrina asked.

"Come on," Puck said. "Rain's not this bad. You can't get in a funk every time there's a storm. We're gonna fix this."

Sabrina sighed, but followed Puck outside onto the street. They were practically alone on the sidewalk outside the brownstone. She stood there, glaring at him. Puck just watched her.

Eventually, something changed. Sabrina felt herself feeling stronger. The rain wasn't so bad anymore. It was cold and damp, but it wasn't horrible. Her posture grew stronger, her eyes grew brighter, and she almost smiled. It couldn't beat her.

She looked at Puck. "You win."

Just So You Know, Jesse McCartney

Three months after Puck crashed her wedding, Sabrina found a note stuck in the back of her closet- a note from Puck, dated right before her disappearance (the weirdest thing about the note was that he'd known the date). She sat down to read it.

"Dear Sabrina," it read,

"I'm leaving. I know I should talk to you in person, but I think if I do I won't be able to actually go, or I'll chicken out. And I know it's not fair for me to go, but- well, seeing you with that other guy last night, whatever his name was- it was the last straw. I'm going off to sort things out. I'm trying to fix it so we can just be friends, like you've been saying you want, but I just can't stop loving you. So I'm leaving. So you can be happy. Maybe if I'm not around you all the time I can get over you.

"I'm sorry. I should actually say goodbye, and you're probably going to hate me after you read this, but I'm leaving my forwarding address on the back, in case you want to call me or something.

"If you don't, I'll just assume you want me to stay gone.

"So yeah. Bye. I love you, even when I hate you.

"-Puck"

Sabrina flipped the letter over. There was an address on the back. She sat on the floor with a thump. She'd been so wrong. About everything. She had to tell him.

You and I, Anarbor

Jake and Briar sat on a bench in the park, watching ducks swim across the river. Occasionally, a merman came up and grabbed at the ducks, making them fly off randomly.

Jake wrapped his arm tighter around Briar, smiling at her as she laughed at the ducks.

"I love you, you know that?" Jake asked, kissing her temple.

Briar laughed. "You told my five minutes ago. Of course I know." She looked up at him with a smile and said, "I love you, too, though."

"I just want to make sure you never forget," Jake said. "Besides, it was definitely longer than five minutes."

"Six," Briar said, "Maybe."

"Seven," Jake protested.

Briar smiled. "I'm not complaining. I like how much you tell me. It makes me feel appreciated."

"You should always feel appreciated," Jake said. "If I ever don't make you feel appreciated i'm doing it wrong."

Briar looked at him and said, "Trust me, Jake, you are doing it so right."

Hero/Heroine, Boys Like Girls

Henry and Veronica are sitting in a cafe between their apartments in NYC. He's so amazed that she's here with him that he doesn't even know what to do. He wants her. Forever.

"Henry?" Veronica asks.

"Yeah?" he asks back.

"Do you... do you want this forever?" she asks. "I mean, sometimes it seems like you do, but then you pull back, and..."

How can he explain this? He loves her, but his past... He can't just tell her, can he? But the alternative is to lie to her his whole life, and not let her meet his mother, or his brother (although keeping her away from Jake is probably a good idea).

"I do, Ronnie," he insists. "I really do, but-"

"There it is," she sighs. "That but."

"No, it's not that," he hurries to assure her. "It's... Things are complicated."

"How?" she asks. "Tell me."

Henry sighs, then looks at her. He takes a deep breath and asks, "Ronnie, have you ever heard of the Brothers Grimm?"

No Surprise, Daughtry

Sabrina couldn't take it anymore. She and Puck... they just weren't working out. It was dangerous. Toxic. They were killing each other inside, with the fights and the acidic words. She loved him, but she kept hurting him. And he kept hurting her.

She couldn't live with this. Every fight was worse- and every time they made up it was better, but that wasn't enough. She felt like their relationship was bipolar. Daphne had complained about some of her relationships not having enough passion. Sabrina and Puck had never had that problem. Their relationship was nothing BUT passion. Hatred and desperate, desperate love. She couldn't live like that anymore. She wanted some stability. She needed to know he'd be there for her no matter what, no matter what had happened the day before. She wanted a relationship where not everything was at its maximum energy all the time. She needed some stability, some in-between. And with Puck... there was none of that. They were both all-or-nothing people, and they were breaking each other to pieces inside. It needed to stop.

She was just pretty sure that stopping it meant that one of them would have to leave.

She still loved him... sometimes. But she was afraid someday they'd take it too far and one of them would be so hurt they'd never recover.

And she was pretty sure they were getting close to that point.

Stay, Safetysuit

Puck didn't want her to leave. He knew she had to. Knew how much he kept hurting her (how much she kept hurting him, too, but that was less important. After all, everyone he'd ever loved had hurt him- his mom bowing to his dad's rules, his dad thinking he was good for nothing, Relda going and dying on him... Why should she be any different?). He hated hurting her. Knew someday he'd take it too far. Knew he might break her inside.

But the thing was... he didn't care.

He loved her. He wanted her to stay with him forever. He thought he might die without her.

It was why he was so glad she was an Everafter. He was just so happy that he'd never have to live without her. Or he'd been that happy.

But now it was looking like he was going to have to live without her anyway, and he didn't know how to deal with that. She was his one and only. She was all the cliche things that he needed... his sun, his stars, his moon, his oxygen, his happiness.

Of course, she was also the sword stabbing him in the side, the grenade that kept exploding in his heart and destroying it over and over again.

He didn't even know what he did half the time. But he wanted to fix it. Maybe then she'd stay.

AN~ Actually, this works a lot better. I tried to keep the original settings and feel for these, and I got rid of the stupid stuff, and it's okay that it's short. Plus I depend less on the lyrics, and for some of these songs *cough Avril Lavigne can't write lyrics cough* that's a good thing. So yeah. I think I like this thing much better than the other thing.