Hi there - here's the second chapter . It's Sisters Grimm, in honor of my first (and only, cough cough) reviewer, _! Hope you like it!

(: Lilybeth Luna(brina) (hehehe)

Puck PoV

It's snowing. And who likes snow? That's right - this guy, The Trickster King. Or should I say The Snowball King? I am the master of snowball fights - I mean, they're pretty much exactly like my grenades... well, except for the not exploding, not smelly part. So if they're just like my amazingly disgusting weapons, I bet Grimm would hate getting pelted with one. Oh yes. And that's just what I'm gonna go do right now.

*************** A Few Minutes and Many Layers of Clothing Later, Outside ****************

Ohhhhh yeah. Snowball time.

Yes! Here comes Grimm! Hehe, all innocent and adorable and unsuspecting and... oops. Um.

Anyway, back to Operation: Hit Grimm With Snowball. Target. Set. LAUNCH! Oh, man, she looks so confused! BAM! Didn't know what hit her! Oh yeah, now she's - laughing? What? Why is she happy? Grimm! Why are you happy?

"Grimm! Why are you happy?" I yell, confused. Gosh, just when I get all excited, she just has to ruin the fun!

Oof!

I am now in the snow. And humiliated.

"That" Sabrina (what? when do I ever call her that?) tells me simply, "is why I'm happy."

I growled. How dare she knock me into the snow? And with my own weapon! And how come hers apparently hurt me more than mine hurt her? Gah. While I was brooding, I felt something hit my face - another snowball. HOW DARE SHE! NO ONE THROWS A SNOWBALL AT THE TRICKSTER KING, NO MATTER IF I LO-

...

I scramble to my feet, pushing whatever thought that was out of my head. Psh.

Back to Grimm. Insert scowl here.

"Oh, that's it, Grimm! You're on!" I yell (again). I quickly begin to scoop up a projectile of my own, scrambling furiously to get up. Grimm laughed and ran to the other side of the yard, probably trying to avoid the awesomely terrible snowball attack that I was going to unleash on her. I wind up my arm and threw a huge one full-speed right at her face. She ducked right in time and socked another at me. I leap into the air, unfurling my wings again, missing hers by an inch. Diving back to the ground, I grab another two handfuls of snow and zoom over to Grimm, smush them into her face and cause her to fall back, and then speed away again to get more snowballs if necessary. She stands there, stunned for a minute. YES! I WIN!

"Ouch..." she mumbles. I think I actually hurt her! Shoot! Er, I mean, yay... Oh, what the heck. I tentatively flap back over to her. Just to, you know, check to see if snowballs are actually good weapons... yeah. Yeah, that's right, check...

Holy Shakespeare, who am I kidding? I go over to see if she's okay.

"Grimm?" I hover a couple feet over her for a moment.

"Ugh..." she moans. Uh, what do I do? I mean, I'm used to helping people (never thought that would ever happen), but that's usually in super dangerous situations that are NOT my fault. That, my friend, is not the case here. Sadly. I kneel down on the ground and try talking to her again.

"Grimm? Are you alright? Grimm? Sa- um, Sabrina? Do you, uh, need any help?" I mentally curse myself for using her first name. Using her first name means that I don't hate her. Which I do. I most definitely hate Grimm.

Well, not exactly hate. She can be nice, and funny, and... you know... um... pretty sometimes. There. I said it. Grimm is pretty. Pretty freaking gorgeous. But never tell her I said-

"Huh?"

I freeze (Hehe, get it? I'm in the snow... freeze... yeah, not my best joke...). Did she hear that? Did I say that out loud? The whole 'pretty' thing? Or is she just waking up or something?

"Grimm? Did you hear what I said?" No comment. "Cuz I didn't mean it, uh, um, something-face." No comment. GAH. ANSWER ME.

"Puck... what... what's going- I'm laying- you said- you called- what?" She sits up, holding her head, looking bewildered.

"You fell. Yeah. I had nothing to do with it. And if I said anything-" She covers my mouth with her hand, most likely to get me to shut up, and to get her bearings. I look down at her fingers, which are pretty much numb with cold. She glances around, and then looks at me.

"You said- you said- you said I was- um, pretty." She looks down as she says it, and her face flushes pink.

I probably would have denied it if a small smile hadn't crept up the corners of her mouth.

"I didn't say you were pretty, Sabrina." She turns even more red, and the smile fades.

"I said you were pretty freaking gorgeous." She looks up at me. Her eyes grow then two things hit me. Right here, as we're sitting and staring at each other in the snow in the backyard. One: Sabrina doesn't think she is pretty. Two: I am completely in love with her.

(Of course, I knew that already. I always have, but I deny it. A lot. See above for evidence.)

So, in order to fix all of these problems, I do the only thing and the stupidest thing I could do.

I kiss her, right there, in the snow, in the backyard, with her as confused as ever and me just as sure as I've ever been.