Disclaimer: If I were Michael Buckley, I would be writing book 9, but I'm not, so I'm writing this thingy.

Spoilers: None that I can think of.

Characters: Sabrina and Puck

category: Longer drabble/ shorter one shot.

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She and Puck hated each other. They could not like each other.

They were like... Fire and Ice

Water and Oil

Viniger and Baking Soda,

or two explosive chemicals.

Phosporus and Oxygen maybe.

They could not like each other, because they were opposites.

He never grew up.

She grew up too quickally.

He was alergic to books. ALERGIC!

She LOVED to read. She always had.

He hated his family.

She loved hers.

But they were the same. They were stubborn, and loyal, and brave, and they were independent, they didn't need anyone, and they never cried.

And they needed each other, even if they would never ever admit it, because they were opposites. They completed each other.

He gave her back some of the childhood she lost.

She helped him grow up.

He could tell her when to stop reading, and have fun.

She helped him realize that sometimes, people really didn't need the comic relief.

He gave her a little escape from her family.

She gave him a family he could care about.

And they gave each other someone who wouldn't back down. Someone they could depend on. Someone to protect them when they weren't strong.

But most of all, they taught each other you didn't have to be alone,

and sometimes it was okay to cry.

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Alright, thats the second prompt. I might do royalty next. I haven't really decided.