Chapter 3: PUCKABRINALOVER

Wow, I've been gone for a while.

In my defense, I had huge tests, this thing called Youth Legislature, and then state rally.

Also, I type up all of these chapters on my phone and I kind of dropped it in the toilet and killed it along with all of my chapters.

Whoopdeedoo.

Ok.

This one's for you PUCKABRINALOVER.

Rock on.

***Disclaimer: Sisters Grimm is not mine.

For Puck:

What are Puck's future goals? Does he enjoy English and literature secretly?

-PUCKABRINALOVER

Puck raises an eyebrow. "Puckabrina? What's that supposed to mean?"

He thinks about it for a bit before coming to a conclusion that he obviously doesn't like and coughing awkwardly. "Oh well, who cares. Now, my future goals..."

He makes a face and scratches his mop of curly blonde hair. "Well short term goals are obvious. Eat, order the Old Lady around a bit, annoy Sabrina, train my chimp army to projectile poop... Annoy Sabrina some more. All the necessities of life. But long term goals?"

He pauses again.

"Oh I don't know. Explore the world I guess. You miss out on a lot when you're trapped inside a bubble. Stop the production of Peter Pan Peanut Butter because really? That just doesn't seem necessary. And why not burn down all schools while we're at it. Those don't seem to be helping anyone either. Ooh, build a castle of bacon and then eat it all. That would be nice. Build a prison inside of said bacon castle and lock Peter Pan up forever inside it. As you can see, Peter Pan is not really my favorite."

He stops again, narrowing his eyes. "If you expect me to say something sappy like 'pledge my undying love to Sabrina' then you might as well leave. In case you didn't notice, undying love is the last thing I have for that dog-face. Maybe an undying desire to throw her off a cliff, but that's pretty much all." He says it all with a pointed glare.

"As for my secret love for this literature you speak of..."

He shifts a bit awkwardly. "To be honest, I can't really read too well. And to be doubly honest, I really wish I could. You don't know pure aggravation until the Old Lady gives you a book to read and watches you with that annoying little smile of hers for hours as you sit there and flip the pages every once and a while because you really have no idea what's going on because you can't actually read."

He takes a deep breath.

"Torture in its highest form. But I did buy one of those little things that reads the book out loud for you. It was for this series called Harry Potter... Not sure if you've heard of it, but it actually wasn't half bad. And-"

"You've read Harry Potter?!" Sabrina bursts into the room suddenly, flinging open the door to reveal Red and Daphne crouched there eavesdropping.

Puck throws his hands up in exasperation. "Can a man get any privacy around here!"

Sabrina rolls her eyes. "Oh don't be an infant. What's important here is that you know about Harry Potter! Which book's your favorite?"

Puck shrugs noncommittally. "I don't know, the third one."

"Oh that one's amazing! Lupin's my favorite."

"I don't know, the dementors are pretty awesome."

"Puck they suck people's souls away with all the happy moments they ever experienced."

"And your point is?"

"Your idea of awesome is very twisted. Who's your favorite character?"

"Uh, Fred and George obviously. I mean they're not on my skill level when it comes to pranking but still."

"Oh I know I love them! It's the worst when Fred dies!"

"And when Dumbledore dies! Dude, if I ever get old, that's what I'm being like."

"Oh my gosh Dumbledore is the best! Ugh, why can't I get good questions about Harry Potter like you?" Sabrina whines. "Who asked you this?"

The moment she sees she makes a face of disgust. "Puckabrina- are you kidding me?" She rolls her eyes and marches out, taking Daphne and Red with her, who were both trying to hang onto the conversation with looks of equal confusion.

After they're all gone, Puck blinks twice. "What even just happened? Did I just participate in a nerd rant?"

He blinks one more time for good measure.

"What the heck?"

**END**

Done.

Ok, the rest of your chapters will be coming soon.

Again, phone problems.

Blah.

HAVE A NICE WEEKEND.

**miss-artsy-fartsy