AN: Oh. My. Gosh. I feel like I have abused this story. I certainly have neglected it. I'm SO sorry about that! Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, except for the character of Michael Buckley, the film operation, the plot….
Sorry, Puckabrina will be very slow, just 'cause we haven't gotten to the good stuff yet. ;)
Sab POV
When the clock chimed ten, all of us piled back into the car. Somehow Daphne had managed to make everyone get into the car before we did, so I was seated next to the, albeit clean, aggravating Fairy Boy. Dad turned in his seat to glare at Puck, but couldn't say anything, as Mom had reapplied duct tape. I sighed. Helloooo, seemingly long car ride. I took out the script and started to study.
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I breathed a sigh of relief when we got out of the car. All of those lines were starting to make my head swim.
When the lot of us piled into the building, I was the first to gasp in surprise. The haphazard beehive of a building wasn't there. Instead, it was as clean and organized as a pharmacy. Michael Buckley came towards us with a smile sitting plainly on his face. "Hey guys! Do you like the renovation?" he asked.
"It's so cool!" Daphne managed to squeal. Her palm was in its natural location: her mouth.
"It's certainly an improvement," I added. Puck gave me a nasty look.
"An improvement? How could something becoming neat and organized be an improvement?" Puck exclaimed.
"Well, at least now I won't almost kill myself. It must be a nuisance, saving my life all the time!" I exclaimed in reply.
Puck and Daphne looked at me in confusion. "A nuisance is something that's irritating or annoying," I said, looking straight at Puck.
Wisely, Michael Buckley decided to step in before things turned nasty. "Who wants a tour?" he asked, and soon we all headed off, the argument left behind.