Readers,

I do not own Sisters- what the heck, you know that already- It's what you've all may or may not have been waiting for! I've been anticipating this ever since I started writing The Everafters! Enjoy!

Shout out to Sweet Shireen, who guessed Daphne's Mystery Boy correctly; check out her awesome SG fanfiction Cold Feet, a good, funny read.

Peace,

Ciara xxx

Chapter 11

Every kiss she'd ever had seemed so small, so insignificant compared to what she was experiencing now. Even the other kisses with Puck grew dim and faded to the back of her mind as the two teenagers stood in front of the entrance to the Town Hall.

Sabrina's arms unconsciously wound themselves round Puck's neck; it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable in any way for Puck. The feeling of them there, a warm, light pressure on his shoulders, comforting and not at all restraining.

He moved his hands so they rested on the blonde girl's hips, and couldn't help but notice how they fit perfectly against her subtle curves. Her lips didn't meld against his, like he'd heard Daphne say many times. But it didn't feel wrong, or strange. It just felt right. In a word, it was perfect. She was perfect.

After what seemed like forever, their lips parted and they stood there for a minute in the moonlight that had seemed to come out of nowhere. They simply stared at each other, both knowing that they should probably say something, but desperately not wanting to break the moment.

Something then occurred to Puck. "You didn't punch me."

Sabrina looked taken aback. "What?"

"You didn't punch me. Like you did the first time. Does that mean you don't mind me... doing that?" He gestured to their bodies pressed closely together.

Sabrina was silent. Then it hit her. She'd cried. She'd cried in front of all people, him. Since when was she so pathetic?

"Come on, Sabrina; do not turn this into a monologue." he slightly shifted his hands on her waist. "I just kissed you, and you have no reaction at all."

She ducked her head. "You know I'm not good with this stuff," she muttered. But then she saw Puck's watch. And cursed.

"What?" Puck asked.

"The half-hour's almost up, I have to get back on stage." she unwound her arms from around his neck and hurried back inside, rubbing at her eyes furiously, as if to gouge them out of her head. Puck quickly followed her.

"Sabrina, please," Puck gently caught her wrist as they re-entered the ballroom; she had been walking towards the stage door. "I need an answer."

"An answer to what?" He wasn't entirely sure due to the loud music, but he swore her voice wavered.

"You know what I'm talking about."

She slightly turned to him, not meeting his gaze. "I... I don't know. Please, just..." She looked at their hands with a gaze that was a cross between fear and anger. "... Please?"

Reluctantly, he let go, and watched as she ran towards the stage door. He'd screwed up. He knew it.


"There you are!" Jill exclaimed as Sabrina came through the door. "We were about to send a search party for you; we only have five minutes."

"Whoa, whoa." Belle stared hard at Sabrina's slightly pink eyes. "'Bri, have you been crying?"

Sabrina shook her head and eyed the boys meaningfully. The girls immediately got the gist and ordered the boys to a different part of the room. And the eldest Grimm told them everything.

"So, what would you say you're feeling at the moment?" asked Alice at the end, much like a therapist.

Sabrina sighed. "Chaos. I mean, this is Puck we're talking about. Sometimes I want to scream, other times I want to punch him, others... I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not even sure where we stand right now."

Let's break it down then," Belle suggested. "Question one: do you get jealous?"

"What?"

"Do you get jealous?"

"Well... sometimes." This immediately made her want to punch herself. Of course she didn't get jealous! This was Puck Goodfellow they were talking about, why would she even think of that?

"Does he make you laugh, or cry?"

Sabrina thought about that. "Both." True. though both were rare occurunces, the latter only coming into existence that night. Pathetic Sabrina, she scolded herself.

"Last one: did it feel right?"

"What?"

"The kiss- did it feel right?"

"... Yes." Again, what? But she realised it was true. Of course it was true. All the confusing stuff in life had to happen to her.

"So you like him." Jill flung her hands towards the door. "Go tell him!"

Sabrina shook her head vigorously. "We have the band."

"We've got a few minutes. Come on, what's there to be afraid of?"

"... Everything," the blonde whispered.


Daphne smoothed out her white dress. Funny that it was similar to the one in her dreams- except this was above the knees and wasn't exactly ballroom material. It had been almost half an hour, and The Everafters would be back on soon. No sign of him whatsoever. Maybe if she-

"Daphne?"

She spun around... and there he was.

"You're here!" she exclaimed. "Everyone else kept on saying, 'oh yeah, saw him by the punch bowl, saw him towards the back'. It gets really irritating."

He laughed. "That happened to me too. Your sister bumped into me and said she saw you near the DJ or something. But now I found you, so it's okay."

"Why are you here?" Daphne asked. "No offense."

"None taken. Puck sent me a letter- apparently he got banned from your computer at home. But I could barely read it- God knows what he was doing when he wrote it. but I could work out a few words. Something about loneliness, daydreams, and marshmallows. But I thought 'eh, might as well take the invite' and here I am. Though," he glanced nervously at the crowd. "I've never danced at one of these before."

Daphne grinned and took his hand. "Come on, I'll show you."

Mustardseed smiled as the younger Grimm girl pulled him towards the dance floor.


"Come on, guys; we need to get on." Peter indicated towards the stage. "And Jill, we all want for Sabrina to see the sense in our words about her and Puck; but a bit more warning next time you decide to trick Sabrina into telling him her feelings through music."

The band walked back on stage and the crowd cheered. Sabrina slipped the mic off the stand once more. "Hey, guys." She smiled. "Hope you didn't miss us too bad. But let's get back to business; we've only got an hour till we're done for the night."

Jack tapped a beat and the crowd started dancing again.