For now the stories are not in order. This is my first song fic ever, so I hope you like it! And thanks to the two people who reviewed! Please review (to those who haven't)
Curlscat-not-logged-in: I loved your version of the challenge! I'm aware that some of the
might have already be done, I promise to make my stories
different than all the others I've read. I actual didn't know about
the seven days of lonely till I read that fanfic, so I am thinking
about changing that one after your review.
ohnoDK:I'm sorry, but I don't know three days grace, and I'm trying to stick true to
the challenge, but I don't really listen to rock music, pop is more my style.
So I'm sorry!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the song or the sisters Grimm.
I stare at the house framed by a thick forest for a moment before pulling out my keys and opening the door. It's funny how just a few years ago I didn't want to be here, and now I can't imagine leaving.
I'm welcomed home by the ringing of the phone.
"I've got it!" I shout to no one in particular. I don't even know if anyone's home. "Hello?"
"Hello" I hear a syrupy sweet voice respond. " Can I please talk to Puck?"
"Sure" I say, not quite so sure about who it is, but I suspect Moth. "Puck!" I shout into the other room "It's for you" he flies around the corner instantly, and I suspect that he was listening to my end of the very brief conversation.
"Thanks Grimm" he says, and then grabs the phone. I secretly wish that he would just call me Sabrina, but hey, that's Puck. I walk out of the room, but stop just outside when I hear the faint voice coming from the owner on the other end of the line, it sounds like she's upset about something.
"What did I do this time." Puck says exasperatedly. It sounds like he doesn't care at all that she's angry. Then Puck starts laughing "Oh, that was the best prank I pulled all week." The girl, definitely Moth, seemed even more upset by this and started screaming even louder. I could now make out some of the words. It seemed that Puck had pulled some embarrassing prank on her and then somehow insulted her and she was really angry. Apparently he had meant it as a joke. From what I heard she was threatening to break up with Puck, which I know he would love. I hear a click as the phone is put down, and quickly run up to my room, not wanting to be caught listening in on other peoples conversations.
I close my door the moment I get there and turn on my CD player. Girlfriend, by Avril Lavigne comes on, and I smile, I wonder how Moth would react if she heard this. It's exactly the kind of music she doesn't like, but Puck loves it, just imagine them living together, I laugh for a second, but then stop. That thought is both funny and painful. I can't help thinking about how Moth knows nothing about Puck, and yet she's desperate to have him. Come to think of it, I know a lot more about him than she does. I kind of know him inside out. Well, I should, I've lived in the same house as him for just about six years. When the song is over I pick up my guitar and start playing around a bit. I secretly took lessons; no one knows that I can play. I've found that it's the perfect way to let out my emotions. A song was slowly taking shape in my head, and I started singing it, playing the accompaniment on my guitar.
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesn't get your humor like I do
I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do
I stopped. My mind started to wonder. I remembered the other day at the football game. Puck had been made quarterback a little while ago, and I had gone to watch the game. Unfortunately, Moth was a cheerleader. It looked like she had cut the skirt part of her outfit shorter; as it was close to three or four inches shorter than the skirts the other cheerleaders wore. When the game was over she ran out onto the field and kissed Puck on the lips before he had a chance to do anything about it.
He pushed her away as soon as possible, but it still hurt. It's obvious he doesn't like her, so I don't get why he doesn't just break up with her. I'm often surprised that he doesn't see that I like him; I'm sometimes embarrassed at how badly I manage to hide. I start playing again.
But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find
That what you're lookin' for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me
I sit on my bed staring into space for a long time. It was past one AM when I finally put down my guitar and went to bed. Then I lay staring into the darkness for a while, wondering how I had gone from hating Puck to … loving him. I think I do love him. Too bad he doesn't think of me as any more than someone to tease.
I don't know when I finally drifted off to sleep, but I woke up to bright sunlight shining in my face. After breakfast I get my coat to go for a walk to think clearly, but Puck spots me before I can make it out the door.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"For a walk."
"Can I come?" I just stare at him for a moment. Since when has Puck ever wanted to come for a walk with me?
"" I stammer. He grabs his coat and walks out the door. I follow, still dumbfounded.
We walk for a long time, and surprisingly, Puck is actually being nice to me. Those moments are few and far between. We head towards the park and sit down on a bench when we get there.
We were laughing at a skater who had just gone by when I saw something that bursted the happy bubble I was in. Moth was walking up to us, and she looked lived. I realized too late that Puck and I were holding hands. He seemed to realize too, because he quickly let go.
"Let's go." Moth said, when she got to us, and she started pulling Puck away. Puck gave me an apologetic look and let himself be dragged away. I stare after them in disbelief. What happened to the trickster king who would have fought off Moth with his wooden sword? Sometimes I miss the old Puck, before he grew up. But then I think back on how we spent the morning together without him once being immature. He was actually smiling, which he hasn't done since Moth moved into Fairyport Landing. I can't help but smile when I think of him sitting on the bench and laughing. I swear he has the most beautiful smile in this town, and that's saying something, as we're living in a town filled with ever afters, a lot of which are stunningly beautiful.
I go straight to my room and grab my guitar when I get home. It seems to have become the one thing that keeps me from going straight to Puck and telling him exactly how I feel about everything that's going on right now, and that would be a disaster. I start playing again.
Walking the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself
Hey isn't this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in awhile, since she brought you down
You say you're fine I know you better than that
Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?
I can't stop thinking of Puck and Moth together, and how they don't go together at all. I mean, Moth is your typical Diva. Her hair is always perfectly in place. She wears the most fashionable miniskirts and tight fitting dresses, and she's never seen without a pair of designer high heels, most of them outrageously high. And then there's Puck. He wears the same pair of jeans almost every day, he still hates taking showers and baths, and he rarely wears deodorant. How do those two fit together? Why doesn't Puck see that the two of us fit together so much better. Sure I like my showers, and I always wear deodorant and clean clothes, but I don't care about getting dirty, I don't give a damn if one of my nails break, or my clothes get ripped, or whatever.
She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by you, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know baby?
You belong with me
You belong with me
I take my guitar and walk into the forest behind our house. There is a little stream I always go to when I need some quiet to think, as no one seems to know the meaning of quiet in our house. As I'm staring at the water rushing over the little pebbles, and the moss growing on the boulders I start thinking about times when Puck and I have had fun together.
I remember last year, when Puck and I had just gotten our drivers licenses, he had taken the car out for a drive to show off to all the people who didn't have their license. By ten he still hadn't come home and Granny was getting worried, but I told her I would wait up for him so she could get some sleep. He didn't come home till midnight, and he was really angry. I made him sit down and tell me what happened. I could tell that he was holding back tears, and hiding it with his rage. Doesn't he know I know him too well to be fooled by that? Apparently while he was waiting at a stoplight he was "assaulted by Moth" as he put it. He didn't manage to shake her off till eleven, and then had driven around for a while before coming home, trying to vent his anger.
A little while later we were both sitting on the couch and laughing our heads off in whispers, so we didn't wake the rest of the house. We spent all that night sitting on the couch talking. We talked about everything and nothing, he told me about his dreams, all the pets he had ever owned and lost, about a girl his mother claimed he liked when he was two. It was one of the best nights of my life, and it's always so easy talking to him. Why can't he see that we belong together? I mean, I know everything about him, even what his favorite song is (it changes multiple times a day), and Moth doesn't even know enough to see that he doesn't care about her at all.
The little stream splashes playfully about the rocks and I can't help being jealous of how carefree it is. I start playing the guitar again.
Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.
Can't you see that I'm the one who understand you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
I can feel the sting of tears in the corners of my eyes. I hold them in I won't let them get the better of me.
Standing by you waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know baby
You belong with me
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
I can't finish the last two lines. When the last chord has faded into silence I hear clapping behind me, and I can feel my face turning bright red. I ignore whoever it is, hoping they'll go away, but they don't.
"Why do you always say you can't sing, Grimm? You have a beautiful voice. And where did you learn to play guitar?" Why is it always Puck? I swear he has some sort of radar that can tell when I'm going to be the most embarrassed if someone sees me. I continue to ignore him, too embarrassed to answer. There is silence for a moment, and I look up to see if he's left. He hasn't. He staring at me, and I can't look away. He walks over and sits down next to me. "Who is it about?" He asks. Is that sadness in his voice? It can't be.
"Nobody." I say too quickly.
"Do I know them?" There is definitely sadness there, however much he's trying to hide it. This seems to give me courage.
"Yes." He stares right into my eyes. I can't stand it; I look away, blushing furiously.
"Who" There's a hint of anger in his voice now too. I summon all my courage and look up at him.
You belong with me
You belong with me
I see a look of comprehension cross his face.
"You mean…" I look down, my red face answering his unfinished question. Suddenly there's a hand under my chin, gently lifting my face up. The hand forces me to look into his beautiful green eyes. I can't look away, it's like I'm hypnotized, and then his lips are on mine, kissing me gently. Too soon I pull away.
"What about Moth?" I ask, looking away.
"I broke up with her just after she pulled me in the park. Unfortunately she had no intention of breaking up with me, even though she threatened too." Then I feel his breath in my ear as he whispers
"I love you Sabrina" I look up in shock. He stares at me nervously, wondering how I'm going to react. Suddenly I throw my arms around him and kiss him. He's startled at first, but soon his arms wrap around my waist and he's kissing me back.
He does belong with me, I think happily to myself.
What did you think? I'd love some reviews! I wasn't quite sure what color Pucks eyes were, so I guessed on that. Just in case you didn't guess, they're about 17/18 in this story.