Puck POV

My stupid freakin' brain didn't know how to go in denial mode. As soon as I saw Sabrina, I knew she was…well, beautiful. I mean, once I got over the cooties… dude, I was ELEVEN. What do you expect?

Don't get me wrong, I've done some things to annoy her occasionally…

Psh…more like ALL THE TIME!

What did I tell you? My mind was just outta whack- My subconscious was somehow the dominant of my brain, which meant I could never deny the truth. Or do math.

But, I was getting better. Like I said, only my BRAIN didn't cooperate. But everything else was in check.

My mouth- very ROYAL mouth- could always be counted on to call her names. Just sometimes it went too far, and oh great, she's crying. Ugh. I hated those situations.

My actions were a bit more rowdy… sometimes I would brush a strand of her blonde hair out of her face absentmindedly, or stare at her.

But still, even I attempted to fight with my brain.

These fights typically lasted 1-2 minutes. Wow, I REALLY needed help.

I had grown up for the bloody girl, and we were both 15. Sabrina was even prettier, as her blonde hair now traveled midway down her back, and her blue eyes were slightly annoyed or pissed off. She wasn't too interested in clothes from the, "in," stores, but don't think I don't notice her wearing Abercrombie and Hollister. But unlike other girls, she possessed a personality, and wasn't shallow- and an ability to NOT use EXTREMELY annoying little abbreviations that made no sense at all. Like, what the hell was, "ttyl?"

But really. What is it?

So I see her walking out of her room, wearing some stuff- Well duh!, said my subconscious. But we both know we wouldn't mind if she wasn't wearing anything at all-but dang, it looked good.

So yeah- I forgot to mention- though I love her purely-hahahahahaha, I thought we were supposed to be immature-, it's not like I don't appreciate her figure. Oh and by the way, subconscious, don't refer to us as two people. It's kinda starting to creep me out.

You mean it REALLY starting to creep you out. You can't act tough with me.

God, I hated my brain.

So anyway, if you want me too specify, she's wearing dark wash skinny jeans and a venomous red spaghetti strap tanktop that has a skull. Hey hair is up in a bun, and a some loose strands curve around her face to emphasize the cheekbone, and…. wow how do I know this?

YOU know how you know it.

Hehe…no I don't.

Dude, you can't hide ANYTHING from me, especially not something that big. You were reading her Teen Vouge while she was taking a shower from your glop grenade. Then you hid it in her room and ran out and bumped into a nearly naked Sabrina. Cue blush.

Geez, no need to tell the whole freakin' story!

Oh… by the way, audience, Pucky here loved bumping into her. A lot.

You're making me look like a pervert!

But you are.

He also got a little erec-

OKAY, THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH!!!!!

Just statin' the facts.

And it most definitely wasn't small.

That's what you think…

You know what? Let's just get back on topic.

So she's walking down, swinging her hips and all that jazz, and- the audience is giggling- I look down and see that I'm not really wearing anything on the top half, I was shirtless, showing off my awesome abs-the audience is giggling cause you got aroused cause of Sabrina- okay, if you don't shut the fuc… I mean fudge…up, I'm going to murder you.

Does that mean you're suicidal?

….just shut up.

Okay, let's start from the WAY beginning. I'm not going to sound shallow. I hope.

You wish.

* Sigh* I walked out of my room. The weather in there was not to bad, and I had awoken to the sound of birds.

And howling chimps. Don't forget that part.

Erm… okay, birds and howling chimps. So I had gotten off my trampoline and, well, puberty was having that B.O. thing come into effect.

I took off my shirt, it was really damp and clung to my back in a REALLY nauseating way, so I tossed it in my laundry pile.

A.K.A anywhere in the room.

I walked out to take my shower (I know, shocker) and after I was done I stepped out of the tub only to discover that my clothes- they weren't there.

Oh, that's just peachy. Insert eye roll.

I walk out, holding the towel so you don't see any… AWKWARD parts, and whoop-de-doo, here comes Sabrina looking really curvy and not paying attention to anywhere but her classy silver watch.

I start inching away. This was NOT cool. I wanted Sabrina to see my awesome abs, yeah, but, er… um…

While that guy stutters, I'll put it in simple words. Males go through puberty, in which they can't exactly control when erec- I mean, stiffys, occur, and our little boy Puck was growing up. Put two and two together, honey. Not that Sabrina's curves didn't help.

So, as you all know, life can't be customized (I, the Trickster King, should get that privilege) and Sabrina looked up.

I kind've blanked, but luckily Sabrina had only eyes for my abs. Booyah! She's checking me out! I could NOT resist.

"Like what you see, Grimm?"

And that's when she stopped checking me out. Sigh…

"You totally wish, fairyboy."

"Yeah right. In your dreams."

And so, our regular bickering initiated.

Eventually, our insults grew more babyish, and I was kind of surprised that no one had been sent up to make us stop, as breakfast wasn't ready yet.

My stomach wasn't really in the mood, and so it growled to inform me.

Sabrina looked sheepish.

"Breakfast..yeah…"

For that brief moment of silence that ensued, no clatter of forks and spoons could be heard. That was not usual.

We walked down hesitantly, me still in my towel, Sabrina still looking hot.