Sorry I haven't updated recently. I've been busy with rehearsals for my school's production of Peter Pan. Shhh! Don't tell Puck I'm in it! (: Anyway, I'll try to update as much as I can, but I'm starting football again and I have rehearsal, and on top of that, this week I have to take some standardized tests at school. KILL ME NOW. -.-
Aaaaanyway, enjoy this lovely continuation of Sabrina's and Puck's battle with the acception of their true feelings... :D
And, as always, read and review!
- Cami
"You love her!" Daphne squealed with enthusiasm.
Puck had just finished telling her the story of him chasing Sabrina through the woods and how she rejected him when he tried to be there for her when she was obviously in pain.
"WHAT? No. Daphne, this is brotherly caring. Sabrina is like my sister," Puck explained.
"Yeah, right! You want to hug her and kiss her and send her love letters and serenade her from outside her window. You're clearly smitten, Puck. That's why you went after her," Daphne claimed, defending her statement.
Puck rolled his eyes at the little girl and floated off from his place next to her on the trampoline. Do I love Sabrina?, he thought. She's a pain in my ass, but I didn't grow up until she showed up here, and all of a sudden, I'm sixteen with her. Maybe…
Puck soared high above the ground and tried to forget about everything. Flying was an escape, and he wasn't going to taint that with the mess he had caused with Sabrina.
After a few minutes of swirling through the air, he noticed that Daphne hadn't said anything. He looked down at the little girl and saw that she was reading his blue journal.
"Hey! That's my private, personal business! Didn't you read the first page?" Puck yelled, irritated that Daphne had invaded his privacy.
"I'm sorry, but this pretty much just proves that you're in love with her! You want to spend as much time with her as possible!" Daphne grinned.
"DAPHNE! You can't go around reading other people's journals!" Puck shouted at her.
Daphne just smiled knowingly at him and said, "Don't worry about Sabrina, by the way. Despite what she said to you, I know she loves you, too." The little girl then left Puck to his thoughts.
Puck had so many emotions whirling inside his head that he didn't know what to do. He had finally tried to be the person he knew that Sabrina was looking for and she told him she didn't want it. Yet he still couldn't seem to get her out of his head.
Frustrated, he opened the journal, grabbed a nearby pen, and began to write.
It seems that I have some undetermined feelings for Sabrina Grimm. The little one tells me that I'm in love. Ha! The Trickster King in love? That is something I know not be true. But I do know that I have a strange desire to be what she wants. I think it has something to do with the puberty virus she has given me. Either way, today I tried to listen to her and care for her because I knew something was bothering her, but she refused to tell me what it is. She told me she didn't care, so I shouldn't care about her.
The weirdest thing about it all is that it hurt when she said that. I know that I'm the toughest of the tough and the bravest of the brave, but hearing her tell me they don't care about me… Well, it crushed me. For once in my life, I tried to do something to benefit someone else, and I never do anything that isn't somehow in my favor. But she didn't want it.
Daphne says that she likes me even though she says she doesn't, but I don't thinks so, and I kind of hope not. Grimm is being too confusing right now, and I don't want the mixed signals I'm getting to screw anything up. Hopefully, something will go right for me. For once.
Sabrina entered the Grimm at around 6:30. Lunch had come and gone, but she couldn't really find it in herself to care. However, upon entering the living room, she found Daphne sitting on the big chair for her like a parent waiting for their teenager passed their curfew. Sabrina cringed. Only when Daphne was really mad at her did she do that. She slowly walked into the living room and sat down in the chair across from her. Daphne cleared her throat, and Sabrina braced herself for a lecture.
"How could you do that to Puck? He was trying to be a decent person for once and you basically told him to stop because it wasn't right. You've been so un-punk rock lately," Daphne cried, throwing her hands up in the air with annoyance.
Sabrina eyes became saucers as Daphne spoke. Puck told her!
"Look, Daphne, I know you've got this whole wonderland in your mind where Puck and I are in love and everything, but the truth is that we're not. He's an obnoxious, annoying guy that I'm forced to live with, and that's that. There's nothing except maybe some slight brotherly-sisterly caring, if that," Sabrina replied, sick of her sister's deluded idea that she and Puck loved each other.
"Sabrina, I know you think you know everything, and most of the time you're actually right. But, please, take it from your own sister who can see everything from an angle you can't: You and Puck like each other. It's as simple as that. The sooner you realize it, the sooner you can do something about it," Daphne replied, gesturing towards Puck's bedroom door. She wanted her to go talk to him.
Sabrina sighed in surrender and told her sister the truth. "Fine, maybe I do like Puck. But I'm just too confused to be around him right now, Daph. I just can't talk to him right now. Maybe not for a little while. But I need time to find out how I feel before I add Puck to the equation." She rubbed her forehead in frustration.
Daphne could see how bent out of shape her sister really was about the situation. She hugged her and said, "Okay, but you should know that you really hurt him when you said you didn't care about him. He cares about you, and hearing you say that hurt him in a way no one else could. If you think you might not like him, you need to at least apologize for saying that to him." She kissed her sister on the cheek and went to go talk with Veronica and Granny about dinner.
Sabrina sat alone in the living room, her head swirling. She was so caught up in all of these revelations Puck was having, and she knew she might be going through her own.
She looked down and realized she still clutched the journal tightly in her palm. Remembering that she never finished her entry, she decided that she should. She went to her room, locked the door, and wrote.
Everything confusing or frustrating or crazy in my life always seems to lead back to Puck. Right now, it's because I think I might have feelings for him. Despite his lack of hygiene and his chaotic, prankster side, I still find myself feeling butterflies fill my stomach when he laughs and my heart skipping a beat when he says my name. I've never experienced this before and it's confusing the hell out of me.
I need to think. I need to stop trying to leave myself hanging on things I know I need to explain to myself. Like, why I like it when Puck stares at me. He stares at me like I'm something pretty. Like, I might be beautiful. He makes me feel like I'm beautiful, even though he throws insults at me at least fifty times a day. But, he does make me feel pretty when he looks at me like that. Maybe because I love him, or maybe just because it feels nice to have someone who calls me ugly look at me like I'm far from it. I'm just not sure yet.
Daphne's pretty adamant about her theory that Puck and I are in love and we just choose not to accept it. At least, that's what she gathers from Puck and me. But Daph doesn't really understand our relationship. I doubt she sees what it really is.
I just hope I can figure this out soon, because I want to tell Puck I'm sorry for what I said. I was just so scared. I told him that I didn't care about him, so he shouldn't care about me. Which is odd, because if I didn't care about him, why would him staring at me make me feel like a million bucks. WHY DO I CONFUSE MYSELF SO MUCH?
I kind of want to slap myself right now.
Sabrina angrily slammed the journal shut and yanked on her hair. She felt like screaming at the top of her lungs for everyone to hear. She was completely overwhelmed. And, of course, the last thing she wanted to hear echoed through the house in her grandmother's voice.
"Dinner!"
