Today Was A Fairytale
Chapter 2: Make-up
Disclaimer: Would I be writing this if I owned the Sisters Grimm? The answer is no, I wouldn't be so therefore, I do not own it.
Sabrina's POV:
I led Puck from Target and towards my least favorite store in the entire mall-Claire. So, if I hated the store so much, why was I going into it? Well, simple answer of course. Daphne, the girly girl she was, was asking for one thing for Christmas from me. A make-up kit...full of pink make-up, of course, was the only thing on her wish list from me.
"Nuh-uh," Puck said, digging his heels into the ground, crossing his arms. "I'm not going in there. You can't make me," He shook his head.
"I have to get some make-up," I responded with a sigh.
"I thought I told you that you didn't need any make-up," Puck mumbled.
I stopped pulling his arm for a minute and my jaw dropped. We'd never actually talked about what had happened that night on the trampoline when we were handcuffed together. To have him speak those few words that I'd been trying to forget was amazing. After all, he'd said he'd regretted saying it right away.
"You didn't mean it," I responded carelessly, deciding I'd tease him a bit. Maybe I could use this to get him to admit how he really felt. Actually, maybe it was time I started listening to my best friends Alexa, Bridgette and Megan when they told me how good I'd look with the heavy make-up. I'd never been big on make-up since he'd told me what he thought but even I had to admit that Alexa and the twins looked amazing with the thick, colorful mascara and heavy eyeliner with light eyeshadow and full lips.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. "Sabrina, it's not fair for you to wear make-up! Cole and Dylan are already fighting over you. You'll kill poor Seth if you start wearing make-up," Puck gasped.
"No," I responded with a slight glare. "I don't care about what your friends think," I said, thinking of Bridgette and Megan's half-brothers. They were all the children of Everafters. Bridgette and Megan were the twin daughters of Cinderella and Charming while Cole and Dylan were the twin sons of Charming and Rapunzel. Alexa was a fairy godmother-the daughter of the original one from Cinderella. Seth was her brother and a fairy godfather. "I want to know what you think," I said softly.
"I think you shouldn't put all that gunk on your face because it's stupid and distracting and takes away from the beauty you already have," Puck said.
"Really," I lowered my head.
"Sabrina..."He said and that's when I realized he hadn't called me 'Grimm' or any insulting nickname since this conversation had started. "You're beautiful and you don't need make-up. Are we settled?" He asked hopefully and I knew making him admit this was cruel and extremely hard on him.
"Of course we-ALEXA," I screamed as the short, perky, curly brunette ran over to me, her hazel eyes bright to match the smile taking over her entire face. Her arms were loaded with shopping bags from every store and she wore a pair of black footless rights with red ankle boots and a long, v-neck grey long sleeved shirt with a red tank top under it.
"Hey Brina," She grinned, hugging me. "Oh, hi Puck," She rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked excitedly.
"Doing some Christmas shopping...are you here alone?" I asked, my eyes widening.
"Nah, Bridgette and Megan are checking out at Gap right now," She nodded as the two skinny, pale girls ran over to us. They had dirty blonde hair and green blue eyes with athletic figures.
"Hey Brina," They smiled. Their smiles grew when they noticed Puck. "HEY PUCK," They practically screamed.
"Listen, we just wanted to say hi. Seth is waiting outside," She said. Seth was her older brother by the way.
"Okay, we have tons of shopping to do anyways," I smiled, waving as they left. "What were we talking about?" I asked Puck.
"How you don't need make-up," He said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dark wash slightly baggy jeans. He was growing up and that was changing his ways. Instead of always wearing that filthy hoodie with the dirty jeans, he wore jeans that were just baggy enough and a different, totally gorgeous shirt everyday. The shirts always clung to his muscular stomach in the perfect way and showed off his muscular arms. The only thing he wore daily was his black high top converse. Today he was wearing a red Abercrombie tee shirt with the ensemble and his curly hair was combed back ever so slightly.
"Oh, yeah..."I said softly. "Well...you don't think I need make-up, because?" I asked, deciding this game was too much fun to stop.
"I already told you," Puck muttered.
"Yeah, but I wanna know the real reason. Is it because make-up can't hide how ugly I really am?" I asked with a slightly frown.
"You aren't ugly," He said.
"Then why do you call me dog-face?" I said, turning confused.
"I don't know...because you get really cute when you're mad," He shrugged.
"Really," I meant it as a question but it came out as a response.
"Listen, Grimm...can we just get this over with. I think you're beautiful and I don't think you need make-up. Nobody thinks you're ugly because it isn't true. Are we done now?" He said in a rush.
"Sure," I nodded, seeing how uncomfortable he looked before turning and walking into the store. I looked at the racks of make-up and mentally cringed as I picked up a thing with all different shades of golden-brown eyeshadow. I grabbed a brown eyeliner tube and then a bunch of pink lip glosses, all in different flavors. I picked up a little compact with pale blush to match her completion and when to pay.
"Why are you getting that? Didn't we just go over the make-up conversation?" Puck sighed.
"Yeah, but I need it," Sabrina shrugged.
"But why are you getting those colors? They won't look good on you...I mean; don't most blue eyed girls get blue eyeshadow? And shouldn't you have a darker blush and black eyeliner and mascara?" Puck wondered aloud.
"Okay, first of all," I said, grabbing a container of brown mascara. "How do you know that stuff?" I giggled as I placed it all on the counter to pay. "And secondly," I rolled my eyes as the perky, blonde saleswoman began to ring everything up. "Actually, no...it's the same as the first really," I laughed.
"I just know...I mean, Daphne's always reading those stupid fashion magazines aloud when I'm trying to watch TV," He complained.
"Whatever," I replied as I paid for Daphne's stuff and grabbed the bag, walking out of the store.
"Anyways-why'd you get those colors? According to Daphne's magazines," Puck cleared his throat. "'Those aren't your colors,' and 'They won't compliment your complexion,'" He said, forcing a laugh.
"Whatever...what can I get Red," I said, stopping at a bench in the center of the mall and sitting on it.
"Seriously, why'd you get that make-up?" He whined.
"I know-I need to go to Hot Topic," I said and started towards the store.
"SABRINA," He said.
"Chill out," I laughed, entering the store and calling casually over my shoulder, "By the way, the make-up was for Daphne,"