Ok, so, I made another fan fiction. It's called To Murder Your Future And Past, and is based off a dream (elaborated, obviously) my stats show that NOBODY is reading it! Please, if you like this, read that (and my other stories!JJJJ)!
(Goth?) Daphne's POV.
As soon as Daphne heard that Red was getting her hair dyed (you guessed it) red, Daphne decided to put Mary's old clothes to use.
So she walked up to the counter, working on her slouchy walk and bored, sad face, and asked for extensions and a color.
Puck, duh!
Puck watched as Sabrina wound her way through the ferns, carefully stepping around puddles of melted ice cream.
Puck's room had changed with his mood; things were a wreck. His crush had just met his new girlfriend, his girlfriend was getting a make-over by his adopted sister, his other adopted sister was getting red hair, and his crush was making her way across a clearing to him, and he was holding a ribbon from his girlfriend.
Things in the room looked horrendous.
The ice cream truck had driven itself into a ditch,
The trampoline had collapsed, so Puck was sitting on the remains,
The trees were strung with weird gray goo,
The trees themselves were bent over, liking they were weeping,
The kangaroo was laying on the ground, it's face an ashen color,
Everything had turned a dreary sort of grey,
And it couldn't get much worse; it was raining.
"Um, Puck?" Sabrina asked tentatively.
Puck had been hoping she would come, but didn't want to show it.
Now, as he looked into her eyes, the environment betrayed him.
The ice cream truck righted itself, flying into it's usual spot,
The trampoline popped up,
The goo dropped to the ground to make lakes of chocolate,
The kangaroo hopped up, energized,
The grass (and everything else) returned to it's natural brightness,
And the trees straightened to reach towards the now shining sky.
He patted the trampoline next to him, which suddenly morphed into an ornate park bench.
"So, you… have a new girlfriend!" Sabrina said in an attempt to be cheery.
Puck shook his head. "I… I fell… it's just that… well, she was there when I was… humf!" he sighed loudly.
"You never were one for speeches!" Sabrina laughed.
Then she got serious again.
"But I understand. If you want to date the mysterious stranger, than do so." she sighed "Not that I'm one to give you permission, just that… I would understand if you were tired of our…"
She thought for a moment.
"Relationship"
Puck liked that word. It was all encompassing; it could mean boyfriend, friend, brother, shoulder to cry on, husband…
"…Puck?"
Sabrina had been saying something while he was considering this, now she was waving her hand in front of his face.
She laughed as he came back to reality.
"So do you want to?"
"Want to what?"
"What I just said!" Sabrina laughed again.
Puck stupidly agreed to whatever she had said. "Sure"
She got up off the chair, which was now a bean bag, and started to take off her shirt.
Puck's eyes widened to comical proportions, Sabrina laughed.
Eventually, Sabrina was in her surf shorts and bikini top which she had been wearing underneath, for no apparent reason.
She blushed "Granny hasn't done… delicates laundry for a bit"
She started running, kicking off her flip-flops as she ran.
Puck figured out wear she was going just as she jumped into the chocolate pool.
He jogged over as she surfaced, face miraculously clean (another perk; it felt like you were swimming in water, and it wet your hair like water, but if you went to eat it, it was chocolate).
He leaned over the surface, and Sabrina dived under, popping up right in front of his face. She closed her eyes and straightened up, lips puckered, waiting to be kissed.
Puck's eyebrows shot up, but he bent farther over, and farther over…
"Rah!" Puck shouted as Sabrina pulled him into the choclatey water, jumping out of the way.
She laughed, and for once, Puck realized that they were soul mates.
Because he didn't want, or need, her to say sorry to feel absolutely perfect in every way.
He loved her.
Please, review, read (this one and my others), and regurgatate…
Sorry; I couldn't think of another R word. J
