"Ugh." Sabrina moaned, tossing and turning. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get to sleep. She sat up and pushed back the sheets and covers. Maybe if she cooled down a little bit she coul get to sleep.
Half an hour later, Sabrina sat up again. She had counted sheep, taken off blankets, thought of exausting things, comforting things, and yet she wass no closer to falling asleep than she had when she had gone to bed.
Maybe some food would help. She swung her legs ouut of bed and found her slippers with her feet. She grabbed her robe from the bedpost and slipped it on. Silently, she crept downstairs, careful to step over the squeaky third step.
Sabrina snuck into the kitchen and steathily opened the fridge. Thank goodness Uncle Jake had gone shopping for normal food not that long ago.
"The Great Sabrina Grimm is stealing food?"
Sabrina squeaked and spun around, leaving the fridge door open, so that the light from it would show who the speaker was.
"So, Grimm, why are you rooting through the fridge at eleven at night?"
Sabrina grit her teeth. Puck. Of course he'd be here, in the kitchen. After all, it was the middle of the night, and kitchens were notorious for having food in them, even in the middle of the night.
"Grimm, I asked a question. If The Trickster King asks a question, it deserves to be an-
swered."
"Why would you care?" Sabrina asked, irritated that some one had snuck up on her, The Queen Of Sneaks.
"I don't really care, I suppose. I'm just curious as to why anyone besides myself would be rifling through the fridge at this hour of the night. I'm just doing it because of this stupid pueberty virus." Puck answered, almost thoughtully for him.
"Pueberty isn't a virus. And I couldn't get to sleep, so I decided that a little bit of food might help."
"Hasn't anybody ever told you that you can't down your sorrows in food?" Puck asked, sadly shaking his head. The effect of it was ruined by his smirk.
"Ha, ha." Sabrina mocked, rolling her eyes. She turned back to the fridge and took out the swiss cheese. She shut the fridge door, and took the bread from the counter. She assemmbled a cheese sandwitch, while Puck watched her carefully.
Sabrina turned back around to put away the cheese. When she stood up and turned to her sandwitch, it wasn't on her slowly raised her head.
Puck hovered in mid-air, munching on her sandwitch. As Sabrina watched, he popped th last of it into his mouth, then wiped the crumbs from his fingers onto his hoodie. He Burped, long and loud.
"That was good." He commented, smirking.
"Glad you thought so." Sabrina grumbled as she re-opened the fridge door and took back out the cheese. She had learned that getting worked up only fueled his pranks, so she did manage to keep it in for the small, predictable ones.
She made another sandwitch, but picked up the plate and carried it with her this time whn she put away the supplies.
"No fair." Puck pouted.
"Life isn't fair." Sabrina commented, still carrying her sandwitch as she walked into the family room.
Sabrina sat down on the sofa, and picked up the TV remote. She flipped on the TV. Puck flopped down beside her. Sabrina ignored him, and flipped through the channels until she found a fencing tourament.
"Boring!" Puck sighed, reaching for the remote.
"Nuh-uh." Sabrina said, snatching the remote and putting it on her other side. "Last time you had control over the TV, we watched The Voice for three hours. It's my turn."
Puck grumbled, buut settled down to watch as a new match began.
"What! That was not a foul!" Puck yelled at tthe TV forty-five minutes later. "Grimm, tell them that was not a foul!"
"Mmmm, not a foul." Sabrina yawned, curling up closer to Puck. "Not a foul." She repeated sleepily.
"You tell 'em, Grimm." Puck turned his attention back to the TV and stifled a yawn of his own.
Veronica rubbed her eyes as she came down stairs. It was her turn to make breakfast, and cooking for as large a family as her's meant you had to wake up early to have it on the table in time.
What was that? Veronica thhought she heard something coming from the family room. She walked over and peeped in.
How sweet. She smiled at the sight of her daughter and Puck curled up together and peacefully sleeping on the couch, the TV on low.
Shaking her head at the thought of those ever being peaceful, Veronica went and got a blanket to cover them up.
She tip-toed back into the kitchen, newly inspred to make a large, normal breakfast just for them.
You guys are awesome! Thanks for all the reviews. Of course, I guess I did blackmail you all. Sorry 'bout that.
I threw in a little Puck-Sabrina action for you all. The challenge actually said "Sabrina finally gets to eat normal food". A cheese sandwitch counts, right?
Sorry this is so short. Two more short ones, and my last three will be nice and long and funny. Promise!
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Until next chapter!
-The Irish Lass