AN: Okay, guys, the four of you have decided: Puck will realize how retarded he was and eventually become less grumpy, although he will still heavily dislike Peter. So now I only have to figure out how to get to the climax in a slightly different way… hmm…

And thank you to the two people who voted on the poll, you made me realize that some people do care, and that everyone else would rather see me wither away in a corner.

I feel so loved.

Also, I have promised to tell you the general plot of my new manga in my news reports, but as it would take more space than the chapter below, just check out my dA and I will post a journal entry with the general plot on it.

Sabrina sat down on the edge of her bed, Peter sitting down next to her.

"I just… he gets so annoying! But then after we fight, I feel burnt out, like I've used all my energy. I don't know why he's so mad at me. I apologized to him, and he didn't even remember. What could he be so mad about?"

Peter looked at her for a moment, unbelieving. "You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?"

He grinned. "You mean you seriously never noticed? How he always stiffens when we're near him, how he practically growled at me when I helped you up after you tripped? Are you serious?"

Wait, what? Sabrina didn't know what she was supposed to be noticing, exactly. She was already confused enough about the argument to figure out what Peter was rambling about.

She glared at him. Peter chuckled. "You are serious. Good grief, you have to blind to miss it. Even Henry sees it, and it seems like he makes a point to avoid the fairy. And he doesn't like what he sees."

She was mad now. "What is it that I'm supposed to be seeing? What is this thing that is apparently only invisible to me? Don't beat around the bush, get to the stupid point!"

Peter leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. "He's totally in love with you."

"Haaaa?"

What?

Sabrina gaped at him. "Wha- gah, oh gosh, you can't be-"

"Whenever he steps into a room, he immediately looks for you. His ears go red whenever you talk to him. His entire face goes red when you talk to me. There is not one thing about him that doesn't say he loves you."

She desperately searched her mind for a comeback, something to prove him wrong. Of course, why didn't she think of that right away?

"What about the pranks?"

"Haven't you heard? A guy always picks on the girl he likes. Like when Wendy- uh, never mind," Peter stopped for a moment, but he soon picked up the pace. "And even the times when he wasn't pranking you, when he was so protective, what do you think that meant?"

She wished she hadn't told him so much. Peter knew enough of their history to come up with almost all of the embarrassing moments—save one. Sabrina had never said a word of the kiss to anyone. She didn't want anyone else to tell her what it might mean. It was bad enough with Peter.

She groaned. "I don't know… I … wait a minute, who told you about that stuff about his ears going red? I certainly never said anything about that. I never even noticed."

Peter shrugged. "Daphne told me"

"When?"

" Like, the first night here."

Now you see: no PeterXSabrina at all here. Peter is meant for Wendy, Sabrina and Puck were meant for each other. Duh.