Disclaimer: I don't own Sisters Grimm. T_T
Oh, BTW, I've noticed on the horizon a very distinct thing. As I stare at it, it appears as a block with the word, "Writer's," on it. I stare harder. As I approach it, it increases in size to a wall. An epic, USSR wall. On some graffiti, I notice a line saying, "Made by Voldemort." I am terrified. The word, "Writer's" is still on it. I realize with a jolt that the only way to overcome this barrier is to rant, decreasing the story's value and readers by such a considerable number, I dare not risk it. I speculate hard. Then, I beam a smile. Another option has appeared. This option is to ask my fellow, lovely reviews for their ideas and help. But will they answer?
SAVE ME FROM THE ACCURSED WRITER'S BLOCK! I haven't quite got there, but if you haven't noticed, unless I keep reminding myself to focus, the whole story transforms into a mental verbal tennis match with Puck and his subconscious and Sabrina and Izzy. The plot for this story is drifting! SO unless you want me to stop, send me an idea using PMs (No, not PMS, you sicko who though that, get your mind out of the gutter, and I'm pretty sure the sicko I'm referring to is probably more than half of the audience;)…) and if you don't have an account, you can comment on it, though I don't recommend, as it ruins the experience for some readers.
AND YES, I HAVE FIGURED OUT THAT WRITER'S BLOCK WAS CREATED BY DARTH VADER, BUT WRITER'S WALL WAS CREATED BY VOLDEMORT!
AAAACCCCCKKKK!!!!!
IF YOU WATCH YOUTUBE, IN YOUR REVIEW WRTE DOWN YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER, AND YOUR USERNAME!
But only if you like this story…
Geez, that was a long author's note…bet it's longer than the story. I beg you for help! AND if you are the type who doesn't read author's notes (Okay, reading that sentence pretty much disqualifies you from the said category of people…OH, THE IRONY), I shall insert in the beginning, middle, and end of the story a plea for ideas. If that doesn't help, I shall add between every line. If THAT doesn't work, I'll send all the members who reviewed private messages asking for help. IF THAT DOESN'T HELP, I SHALL STALK YOU ALL!!!
Oh, and if that doesn't work, I guess I'll just stop writing this story.
Okay, now THAT'S a big author's note.
Anyways, LET THE STORY BEGIN!
Sabrina POV
Puck was giving me a look. No, he was giving my chest a look.
Not. Cool.
But enjoyable. I could use this against him.
I stepped up close to him, pushing my little girls into his chest.
His eyes widened considerably at that.
He backed away a step, muttering and stammering.
"No, no way, no friggin way…"
I could see that he wanted this. He was being tempted. Oh yeah.
Back, in some corner of Sabrina's Brain….
"Okay! All done!" Squealed Izzy, elated. She had just joined two nerve circuits in the hypothalamus (okay, I'm really just using names from the brain I know, it probably isn't controlled by the hypothalamus…) that triggered Sabrina's wild side. She had already finished triggering her aroused side. Hehe…
Back, in some corner of Puck's "very royal" Brain
Okay, nearly done fusing…hmmm, but I should do one more thing before I'm done…
Okay, triggered the aroused side (the wild side had been triggered since Puck was born, only stops at very sad, dramatic moments in time before acting up again)! Time to see what happens…
Ring! Ring! RING! RINGRINGRIGNRINGRING!
I swear, one of these days, I going to ask for a refund on that ringtone…
"Hello?" I asked curtly. I was a little busy.
"Hi! This is Izzy, Sabrina's subconscious!"
Oh, my. Oh my, my, my.
Sabrina POV
Puck stopped backing away. I smiled to myself. This was going to be fun.
I used the most seductive voice I could muster. It sounded pretty weird, I never used it, and I kinda felt embarrassed. But still, maybe Puck would agree with it.
"Puck, come here for a second…"
For a moment, my own, regular, logical voice screamed inside my head.
"WHAT THE HELL SABRINA GRIMM DON'T YOU DARE TRY DOING THIS IT WILL END IN HORROR AND CHAOS I DEMAND YOU TO STOP I'M GIVNG YOU FIVE SECONDS SO START BACKING AWAY YOUNG MISSY UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET A MIGRAINE FROM ME, YOU HEAR?!?!?!"
Wow. My logical side had some lung capacity. Not to mention temper. But at that moment, everything clicked. I loved Puck. I wanted him to love me. Not anything else. Not to lust for me, that was a portion of love, but love me. Truly. I stopped creeping on him. Puck started walking towards me, as if we were connected mentally.
But hell if I was going to confess I liked this blonde hotty.
"Sabrina? I think you're…"
He fidgeted around while he looked for a word. Whoa. HE was NOT going to say THAT word…
"Well, frankly, arou-"
Yeah. Not gonna let him finish THAT sentence, no matter how true (I'm learning how to embrace the truth! YAY! I think…).
I yelled and tackled him.
"You NEVER, EVER, EVER, say that word in MY PRESENSE!"
"Okay, note to self, never ever ever say arous-"
I slapped my hand over his mouth and glared daggers.
There were many reasons I didn't want him to say that word.
Reasons:
1)Cause it's true
2)Because it's really embarrassing
3) Hearing him say it will probably intensify my- well, it will probably intensify the said (or not said) word.
Yeah, that pretty much covers it.
Oh.
I just noticed, we were once again in a certain position. Something else clicked in my brain.
EWW! THAT'S WHAT THAT JABBING THING IS!
Please don't blush, please don't plush, please don't blush…
Yeah, I'm blushing now, aren't I?