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15. Awkward

Puck and Sabrina aren't together yet, but it's still funny and fluffy. They are the same age as before, which is 17.

Ducks

Great. I'm at the fair. With Puck. All because of Granny insisting that we, and I quote, "Go out and have fun, liblings! You two need to work things out," which translated as, "You two have some major issues to work out and I'd rather not hear your yelling, so get out of the house!" Daphne and Red had come with us. They wondered away awhile ago, leaving Puck and I together. Puck didn't want to leave me because he thought that someone was going try and kidnap me and he'd have to save my butt again, without pay.

"Hey Grimm, let's go on the Tornado." I followed Puck into the short line and onto the ride. At least this ride wasn't a rollercoaster. Even after all the adventures I've been on that would make Sheikra seem like no big deal, I still was afraid to get onto any rollercoaster. Good thing Puck didn't know, I'd bet that he'd get a kick out of that.

I sat on a small seat and Puck sat on the seat across from me. That left two extra seats, which were quickly taken by two girls who seemed around my age. One of the girls was a redhead and the other was brown haired with purple, green, and blue highlights.

The girls started giggling and glancing at Puck. I felt a stab of jealousy that I quickly tried to cover. Why should I be jealous? It wasn't like I loved Puck or anything…right??? Puck, who probably knew exactly who the girls were talking about, rolled his eyes. Then, as if he noticed my jealousy, he smirked at me. That idiot. He was just too dang cute for his own good. His overinflated ego did not mix well with that. Yes, I did admit that he's cute. It must be all the spinning. He began talking, rather loudly, to the two girls. They began to giggle even more.

The Tornado was one of my favorite rides, but I couldn't enjoy it because of the stupid giggling girls. I watched their shameless flirting in seething silence. I swear I was going to push them off of the ride, forget the safety harnesses, if they didn't shut up. However, before I could do anything rash, the ride slowed down its dizzying spins and came to a halt. Half of me was relieved to get away from the annoying girls. The other half was upset that I couldn't push them off the ride, which was about fifty feet off of the ground. For some reason, those girls really ticked me off.

Puck strolled over to me, grinning a bit arrogantly. "That was interesting." Yeah, I thought, you flirting with a pair of insane teens is so very interesting.

I rolled my eyes. "Where do you want to go next?" I asked angrily.

"Let's go on the…Fireball," Puck answered. He pointed to the ride and I gulped. It was basically a huge circle. The rollercoaster spun around it and then it went backwards. But worst of all was when the coaster just hung at the very top for a few seconds with screaming people in it. No way was I going on that!

"Let's not," I whispered.

"Why?" Puck asked, already pulling me towards it.

Before I could protest, a huge gray object came whizzing at us. It slammed into a confused Puck and I noticed what it was. A great big duck with a black, feathered head. Suddenly, without warning, it began attacking Puck. "What the HECK! Get this thing off of me!" Puck yelled, swatting it. I was rooted to the ground, unable to move. The scene was hilarious. I giggled.

The duck jumped off of him and fled. Puck ran after it. I chased him, partly because I wanted to see what would happen and partly because I didn't want Puck to do anything rash. I weaved through the crowded grounds, excusing myself every time I bumped into someone. Puck steamrolled right through everybody. He even knocked over a teenage boy, who fell into a pool where he was throwing rings. I laughed at his expression, although I did feel sorry for him.

The duck rushed behind the House of Horrors, with Puck at it's heels. I hurried after him. It dived into a large, circular pipe that protruded out of the back of the House of Horrors.

"Puck," I gasped. "Don't try to catch it. You won't fit into the pipe."

He was as breathless as I was after the chase, but, being a stubborn fool, Puck lunged in after the poor duck. And guess what. He got stuck. "I'm not going to tell you I told you so."

He growled. His voice sounded distant. Puck tried to wiggle out, but his sides were firmly wedged in the pipe. "A little help would be good right about now."

"Oh, I don't know, Puck. Why don't you ask one of those girls that you flirted with? I'm sure they would love to help you with anything," I said airily. Maybe I'll leave him here…

"Sabrina Grimm, don't you dare leave me!" He hissed. It was like he could read my mind.

"Why can't you morph into a mouse or something?" I asked.

Puck sighed. "Because I'd stay the same size. Do you want to pull an oversized mouse out of this pipe?" he questioned.

"No thanks," I said. I grabbed his legs and tugged on them. He didn't budge.

"You pull like a girl!"

"I am a girl! And, for your information, we pull very well!" I snapped.

"Well, pull harder!" Puck shouted. I pulled with as much strength as I could muster.

Swoosh.

I've always wanted to know what type of boxers Puck wore but not this way. "Please tell me that didn't happen," Puck groaned. I covered my eyes.

"Um…" I stuttered. This was so awkward. There was a deafening silence between us. I was surprised that my head didn't explode from all of the blood rushing to my face. This was, without a doubt, the most embarrassing and awkward moment of my entire life. I couldn't help myself, I peeked at his boxers and dissolved into giggles.

"What?" Puck demanded.

"Oh my goodness!" I gasped, giggling continuously. "Boxers… black… ducks!" Puck's boxers were black, with yellow ducks on them. The irony was killing me. I seriously thought I was going to die laughing.

Once I calmed down, Puck grumbled, "Are you done laughing at my expense?"

"You laugh at my expense all the time," I reminded him.

"I'm burning these boxers when I get home," Puck muttered. "Now pull me out of this damn pipe!"

"Okay okay. No need to get snippy," I said. I grabbed his bare legs and pulled with all my might. Puck flew out of the pipe and crashed on top of me. I groaned as he rolled off. Puck stalked over to his pants and pulled them on. His face was bright, tomato red. This was probably his most embarrassing moment ever as well.

"I'm going to get that duck someday!" Puck growled. I caught up to him as he stalked though the crowd and back to his car. He practically shoved me into the passenger seat. He slammed the door shut when he got in and started the car.

After a moment, I said, "You have to admit, that was hilarious."

Puck rolled his eyes. "I'm going to be scarred for life."

"I wish I had a camera. Can you imagine what Granny, Daphne, and Red…OH MY GOD!" I shrieked.

Puck slammed on the brake. The car lurched to a standstill. "What?" Puck exclaimed.

"WE LEFT DAPHNE AND RED AT THE FAIR!" I screamed.

How was it? Was it even tiny bit funny? Yes? No?

We were in Algebra I Honors and we were talking about oxymoron. It was so funny! You should google oxymoron. Some of the quotes are cool. I'm going to try and use oxymoron in all of my stories! Try to find the oxymoron in them!