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No Feelings Whatsoever

I headed down the stairs as slowly as I could. Maybe it made me a coward to delay the inevitable, but I couldn't help it. I rounded around the stairs and walked to the living room and did a quick scan. Daphne, Red, Uncle Jake, but no Puck.

I resisted the urge to sigh in relief and made my way to the love seat. I sat down comfortably and turned to the TV. A reality TV show was on—Daphne had been obsessed with them recently. Just as I was settling in, I heard a familiar voice behind.

"Move, Ugly," Puck said and walked over till he was in front of me. I stared at him in confusion, not understanding the boy who stood in front of me. Well, not exactly a boy anymore.

It was true, I secretly admitted. Puck was not a boy anymore, at least when it comes to appearance. He had grown taller, so he towered over me when I was sitting on the seat. Although I had a sneaking suspicion that he would tower over me standing up. His blond hair was as messy as usual, dangling just over his forehead. His green eyes are piercing into me. But overall, he's cute; hot really.

Which made me have a small, internal freak-out. I mean did Puck really think I was ugly? It had been five years, surely, I had changed. I calmed myself down, this was Puck I was talking about. He didn't notice girls, it was humanly impossible.

"Well?" Puck asked from above me, "get out of my seat."

"No, I got here first," I reply adamantly. My voice sounds surprisingly calm despite my inner panicking.

"Actually, I did. I just went to get food from the kitchen." He showed me his plate of sandwiches and fruits.

"Oh okay, thanks." I suddenly feel ridiculously brave, but foolish as I reach over and pluck a blueberry from his plate. It was worth it to see Pucks gaping face.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I haven't had lunch."

"Does it look like I care?"

Ignore him and say, "I'm staying in the seat." I gesture around the living room. "There's seats available over there."

"Oh no, Smelly. This is about principle. I had the seat first, so I deserve to sit in the seat."

"Well, you can't do anything about it. I'm staying."

"Over my dead body!"

"That can be arranged," I sneer. In reply, Puck turns around and dumps his plate on the coffee table. I suddenly notice than everyone in the room is watching us. Apparently, we're more interesting than reality television. Is that a compliment?

Unfortunately, I don't have time to figure it out because Puck is attempting to pick me up. I struggle and try to push him away with my arms, but he's got them locked between my chest and his. I wiggle, but the boy has apparently gained some muscle in the time he's been away. In fact, he has quite a bit of muscle. I refuse to think about it.

He picks me up with ease and suddenly I'm out of the seat and in his arms. Not exactly how I was imagining me being in his arms would happen. Not that I'm imagining me being in his arms.

He walks over to the couch and dumps me into it before turning around and collecting his plate. At least he has the decency to dump me on the couch and not on floor. The thought doesn't cheer me up as I stalk from the living room to the kitchen. Why are teenage boys such pig heads?

I storm into the kitchen to get some food and am greeted by Granny Relda. I toss a 'hello' her way and walk over to the pantry. I grab a handful of granola bars that will have to quench my hunger until dinner.

"Everything alright, liebling?" Granny Relda asks.

"Oh, everything is just peachy," I reply.

She chuckles, "You know somethings wrong when you use the word 'peachy'."

"I'm fine, really." I walk over to the door, but Granny Relda stops me.

"Is it about Puck?"

"No! Why would it be about that, idiot?"

"Language, Sabrina." It's not like I cursed or anything. "What's the problem? He's only been home an hour, surely he hasn't caused that much trouble." Granny chuckles to herself, but I don't join.

"He has, believe it or not."

"Oh?" Granny cocks an eyebrow at me. "What has he done?"

"He kicked me out my chair." As I'm saying it now, I feel rather foolish.

"That's it?"

"Yes!" I throw my hands to my side. I must sound like a toddler, but I don't care in this moment. I need to tell someone about what happened with Puck. Because weirdly, even though it's not a big deal, it's him so it is a big deal.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"Yeah, whatever," I reply. "I've got a lot of homework." I turn around and march across the living room and up the stairs, taking extra care in not looking at Puck. When I reach my room, I collapse onto my desk chair. That was a complete and utter disaster.

Only with Puck, I think miserably. Only with him do I get so mad that I can't even think. Why? What makes him so special?

At least I can be sure of one thing: I no longer have feelings for Puck. I mean how could I have ever had feelings for that freak? No point in dwelling on that now because I don't have feelings for Puck. I don't.

At least, I think so.

I walk along the road. Why was I here? I couldn't remember. Only that I had to continue, someone was waiting for me at the end.

Who is it? I'm not sure exactly, only that this person is important. Someone that I care about.

I squint intothe darkness searching for the mysterious person. I see a silhouette of a dark man. He's tall, but I can't seem to see any of his features.

I have to go closer.

However, as I run to the man he seems to get farther and farther away.

"Sabrina," he calls. It's oddly familiar voice but I can't seem to place it. "Sabrina."

"I'm coming," I call back. "Stop moving."

"Sabrina, Sabrina," the voice is louder now.

"I'm coming," I call back.

"What are we going to do with you, Piggy?" What?

Suddenly I was dunked in freezing water. No not dunked, poured. And if my suspicions are right, it's by a certain blond haired, blue eyed boy with wings.

My eyes fly open to see that I'm lying in my wet bed. A grinning boy stands beside it, holding a bucket over my head. That explains the water.

"What do you think you're doing?" I growl.

"You wouldn't wake up," he replies. He grins gleefully at me as if it's some sort of game.

"So?" I'm practically shrieking at this point, but I'm mad and cold. Not a good combination. "That makes it okay to drench me in freezing cold water?"

"Don't be so dramatic, Grimm. I'd hardly call it freezing."

"Easy for you to say, you're not wet."

Puck grinned down at me and I was suddenly very cautious of the fact that my wet T-shirt was clinging onto me. I looked down to see it had turned slightly see through, illuminating my blue bra underneath. My cheeks flamed red with embarrassment, but at this point in time all I could be was mad. My vision went red with anger and narrowed in on the laughing faerie in front of me.

"I swear, I'm going to kill you."

"Get in line, Ugly." I don't bother to respond. I launch to my night stand to grab my water glass and chuck the water at him. It was scientifically less than what he dosed me in, but at least he was wet as well.

I grinned at his shocked face. Before, he could react I stand on my bed, making myself taller than him. I swing my ridiculously long hair around to the side and squeeze it onto Puck. One of the benefits of having long hair to my waist was that it was like a sponge. It takes forever to dry, but perfect for collecting water to dump on victims.

It turns out today that Puck is the victim. This instantly brightens my day.

"You didn't just," Puck started.

"Oh, I did." I frown down in mock horror at him. "Don't be so melodramatic." I feel weirdly pleased to turn his phrase back at him.

"Oh trust me, I won't."

"Well, then what are you going to do about?" He grins at me and I instantly flush at my words. Why do they sound seductive? It's never happened before.

Unfortunately, I cannot ponder my words for long because Puck has sprouted his wings and flew up to me. He tackles me down onto the bed, so I'm underneath him. He shakes his wet hair at me like a dog. The waiter droplets splash my already drenched face.

I try to push him off me, but it's a weak attempt. I feel oddly tingly and suddenly I'm laughing. Huge shakes of laughter that control my body and leaves me gasping for air.

Suddenly Puck is laughing as well. He rolls off of me and I feel a weird disappointment. Although, I quickly push it out of my mind as he shakes beside me with giggles as well.

At some point we stop and we're just lying in silence on my bed. I suddenly realize that it's the first time I've ever had a boy in my bed. Not exactly the experience I was hoping for. Not that I think about Puck in my bed. Because I don't.

Really.

"Hi Grimm," Puck says softly.

"Hi Faerie Boy," I reply. Even though we saw each other downstairs, this feels like our greeting from being apart for so long.

We lie in silence for a long time. I'm not sure what to say and apparently neither does he. It's okay though, it's not awkward or anything. I'm just surprisingly happy to have him here.

But someone could walk in and I don't feel like explaining myself. So, I break the comfortable silence, "Why were you waking me up, anyway?"

"We're going out to eat for me and Jakes return. The Old Women told me to wake you."

"Okay." There's silence again and I don't want to fill it. But I do anyway, "I better get changed then."

"Yeah." Puck gets up from my bed and walks to my door. I noticed then that his shirt is clinging to his body in wonderful ways. I look away quickly, feeling flush. I would die of embarrassment if Puck saw me checking him out.

"See you later Grimm," is all he says before opening and shutting my door.

I flip over onto my stomach and groan into my wet pillow. What am I going to do? No, this is silly, a voice in my head scolds. I did not have a crush on Puck. I was just admitting that he had a good body.

That was it.

People did that all the time without any feelings. It was just admitting that someone was hot and that is it. No feelings whatsoever.

Oh God, did I just think of Puck as hot?

I was defiantly in trouble.

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