Author's Note: This might be the second to last chapter.

Sabrina paced up and down, twisted her fingers in all sorts of weird ways. Earlier that day, Puck had called, asking Sabrina if she would have dinner with him at five (casual dress). Sabrina had been sweating since three.

It had been five years (Sabrina was now 21) since Puck's confrontation of Titania and Tinker Bell (whom had not been seen by Puck or the Grimm's again). Sabrina never did confront Puck. She had been too shy and nervous: they both had been when they met again. Puck had really matured, and had decided to move out. He visited often, but he and Sabrina were just friends.

But now he was asking her out on a date, and if Sabrina got anymore nervous, she would probably faint. She had dressed casually, but was still stylish. She wore black skinny jeans, bright orange ConverseĀ®, and an orange long-sleeve Henley. She had pulled her blonde hair into two braids that hung over her shoulders, and wore a gray jacket over her shirt. She hadn't worn any makeup, remembering something Puck had said about her not needing it a long time ago.

Daphne (now a very pretty girl of 17) sat at Granny's kitchen table, perusing a magazine. After a couple minutes of Sabrina's pacing, Daphne closed her magazine with a sigh.

"Sabrina, it's going to be fine. He just asked you out to dinner. Maybe he just wants to have a little reunion."

"Oh don't say that!"

"Okay," said Daphne slowly. "Then maybe he's going to propose."

"Oh don't say that either!" Sabrina collapsed in a chair across from Daphne. "I don't know what to think, to be excited or nervous, if it's just as friends, or…" Her voice trailed off almost hopefully.

"Or maybe he wants to be more than friends," Daphne finished. Sabrina put her chin in her hands, the table supporting her elbow.

"You really like him, don't you?" said Daphne a softer tone.

"I think I do. I just don't know though. If he doesn't care about me like I do about him, I really don't know what I would do. Especially if I told him how I felt and he didn't feel the same way."

"Oh, poor sweetie," Daphne stood up, came around the table, and placed her arm around Sabrina's shoulder. "Hey, look at me." Sabrina looked up. "It's all going work out in the end."

Sabrina had a forlorn expression. "But what if it doesn't?"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Sabrina jumped up. "I can't do this I can't do this I just CAN'T!" she wailed. She was trembling, she was so nervous.

"It's okay," said Daphne reassuringly. "You can do this. Look, Granny's getting the door now."

Then Puck stepped in, and Sabrina almost actually did faint. That's how amazing he looked.