I'm back with the 11th installment for Wishes. The last couple have weeks I've been busy. The thing is my sister has showed me a new television series which I am OBSESSED with it. It's called Greek and I am in LOVE with it. So yeah. I rad your comments and reviews, some of them have made me laugh, others have made me confused and others just make me feel really proud of my story. So for the first time I am sending a shout out to some of my more often reviewers. Analyn Lana Ruse: I have enjoyed your wonderful comments and look forward to them all the time. I'm really happy that you're enjoying my story! :) isabel in lala land: I absolutely am ecstatic that you have taken time to praise my work, and I love getting your reviews! So read on my minions, read on!

Sabrina's POV

Puck and me sat hunched over our little table at "Poppa Greg's", we were sharing a big serving of fries. I just had finished biting the tip off of my hundredth and something fry, when Puck (recovering from a laughing attack) spoke,

"You realize were going to have to go see Kick Ass, right?" Puck asked meanwhile chewing on about half a dozen french fries

"Oh yeah! I mean Tangled was really good—"

"But you would have rather watched Kick Ass" Puck finished nodding

I blushed, I couldn't help it, I really liked this… sitting with Puck, laughing…

"You really surprise me sometimes Puck" I said with a small smile

Puck's eyebrows contracted "What do you mean Grimm?" he sounded so genuinely puzzled.

"I mean it's nice when were not always going at each others throats, that's all I meant by it…" I said, not wanting to see his reaction to this I took another fry and stuffed it in my mouth.

But I accidently looked up and saw him gazing at me, but then he leaned his head back and roared with laughter "Good one Grimm, you know I can't stand you!"

"And you know I can't stand you puke-face" I said putting on a strong face when inside I was telling myself "It's Puck remember? You don't care what he thinks!"

"We should get going" Puck said glancing down at his watch "It's 8:53, we don't what the Old Lady dying of a heart attack because her little McMuffin was home late"

I raised my eyebrows "McMuffin? That's the best you could do?"

Puck glared at me "Oh shut up! The Trickster King is tired and needs his magical sleep"

"Okay" I said in a mocking tone

Puck shot me a dagger-look and slipped a five-dollar-bill on the table, grabbed my arm and pulled my out the door. I could tell he didn't want me to notice that he had actually paid for a meal we had shared.

He unlocked his black corvette and got in, I followed after him. I watched as we slowly drove farther and farther away from the purple, green and pink neon sign that signaled where Poppa Greg's was.

I sighed unhappily; Jordan was supposed to be the man of my dreams! Why wasn't he acting properly? He was supposed to be just the way I wanted to be; he was supposed to be like me… then something struck me… a memory

FLASHBACK!

"How did you know we could get him to do what we want by pretending he's in charge?" I had asked Daphne

"It's what I do with you" the little girl had answered, "You two are exactly the same"

BACK TO THE PRESENT!

This five-year memory made me uneasy… was it true? Where Puck and I the same, I had always considered us complete opposites, but—tonight had proved that what I had always considered the perfect guy, turned out to be not so perfect.

But maybe I was getting to ahead of myself here, I mean it was one date, how much can you base on one stinking date?

Rachel would have said: "Although I think the first date is important, you can't exactly judge a person just because you spent a couple hours with them"

Laura would have said: You base everything on the first date Brina! Heck, you base everything on the first anything, the first kiss, the first date the first hug, EVERYTHING!

Diana would have said: I agree with Rachel

And Chris would have said: What do you think you should do Sabrina?

I trusted all their opinions but I like to listen to sensible, practical Rachel most of the time. So I decided on giving Jordan another shot, and if he screws it up then… and then… and then I'll just try to take my wish back, if that was possible—

"Grimm? You okay? You have been awfully silent, and not the good type of silent when it's like bliss not to hear you super annoying voice but the bad type when it means you're thinking, and you know I can't stand ANYTHING to do with education and—and knowledge!" On the last couple words he shuddered

"I'm fine Puck, I just have a lot to THINK about" I put emphasis on "think" to make his "allergy" act up… though I think that is only triggered by books…

When we got home we marched up the steps and I went into my room and he went in to his. I looked around in the dark; Daphne was curled up in a little ball on her side of the bed. I smiled to myself after three years some things remained the same.

It was a comforting thought, just thinking that after all this time me and Daphne still get along really well (though sometimes she gets me really frustrated) we manage to work things out.

I closed the door behind me (as softly as possible) and all of a sudden Daphne sat up abruptly and screeched, "You're back! I want to hear all about your date!"

I ran over to the bed and clasped my hand over my sister's mouth. "Shhhhh Daphne! We don't want to wake the whole household!" I said in a hushed (yet angry) voice.

Daphne rolled her eyes, but agreed to be quiet. "Tell me Sabrina! Please, Please, Please!"

"Okay…" I said after her continuous begging, "Just let me get ready for bed first"

She nodded and I grabbed my pajamas and scampered off to the bathroom to remove my makeup and put on my PJ's. The bottoms were bright blue with polar bears on them, my top was also blue but it was a long-sleeve baggy shirt that had lime-green lettering across the front spelling out the words: "Charming Middle School! Lets Go Princes!"

When I removed all my makeup and brushed my teeth I exited the bathroom and ran straight into Puck. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his six-pack was all up in the open plus he was wearing plaid pajama pants that made him look all fit! And there I was with no make-up on, and with frizzy hair!

"Watch it Freak-Face!" I growled at him, but then I realized that I was in my embarrassing Charming Middle School shirt, and my Polar Bear pants! Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, OH CRAP!

His eyes were taking in my whole wardrobe, my fleece pants and my unflattering shirt. I crossed my arms across my chest so he couldn't read the Middle School print.

But he just raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something when I interrupted him "Never speech of this to ANYONE" I hissed

After that I marched past him and into my room, where Daphne was awaiting my return.

She didn't notice my anger or my probably red face. She kept chanting, "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me…"

"Fine! But keep in mind Daphne that when you get older you can't judge a person based on a couple of hours you spent with them" I warned

Daphne looked at me sadly "It didn't go the way you planned, huh?"

I sighed, "I guess you could say that". So I went on to tell her about the whole date, the way I wanted to watch Kick Ass and how he had wanted to watch Tangled, and then how he went on to take me to The Dark Room.

At this Daphne screwed up her face in disgust "The Dark Room, instead of Poppa Greg's? Now that's weird" She stated plainly

"Now Daphne—" I scolded

"C'mon Sabrina, you have to admit that for a guy, that's pretty weird"

"I guess" I said uncertainly

"Wait a minute" Daphne said breathlessly "If the date only lasted three hours and you came back at 9:15, where did you go for the last hour?" She looked at me suspiciously and then she began to question me "Am I the first one to her about your date?"

"Ummm…" I looked up at the dirty-white ceiling, I really didn't feeling like telling Daphne about my little meeting with Puck.

But Daphne was all riled up now, and when Daphne gets going there is no stopping her "You ran into Puck didn't you?" She said poking me once in the arm smiling mischievously.

I scowled at her "Maybe"

Daphne squealed "What happened?"

"Well… I told him about how I was really hungry and…"

"What happened!" She insisted

"He took me to Poppa Greg's" I said hurriedly hoping she wouldn't catch my words, but Daphne did.

She leaned back and smiled smugly "You know what they say one door closes, another one opens"

"Daphne! I don't like Puck! Like at all!" I demanded, "Plus remember what I said? I can't judge Jordan on three silly hours. So… I'm going to see him again"

"No" Daphne groaned

"Yes" I said certainly

"But, what about Puck? You guys are supposed to be together!"

I settled into bed and said yawning, "Think what you want to Daphne, but I'm never going to think of Puck that way again"

Daphne gasped "again?"

Shoot, "I didn't say that" I said nervously

"Yeah! You said I'm never going to think of Puck again" Said Daphne certainly

"No, I didn't" I assured her

"Yes you did!"

"Go to sleep Daphne" I commanded

"Fine, but if you think this is over you're wrong" She said snuggling down into bed

"Thank you" I said relived

"Good night Daphne" I said so tired I could drop dead

"Good night Mrs. Goodfellow" Daphne said snickering. But by then I was already half a sleep.

When I woke up, I slouched all the way to the bathroom to take a shower. When I got there my eyes were half closed, usually this isn't a problem because the door is always open because the bathroom is empty, so I just walk right in. But today was different (to my displeasure), I rammed into the door.

Why was it closed! I could hear the water running inside which didn't make sense to me, Daphne always takes baths at night, Granny showers at 4:00, and everyone else showers after me.

The water abruptly stopped and after a couple minutes of waiting impatiently Puck emerged, blonde hair wet and tousled with a towel around his waist. Jeez what was up with him! Showering being nice? This was so messed up!

"Oh, hey Grimm beautiful aren't I?" He said smirking at my shocked expression

I ignored this question "Can I use the shower now?" I asked crossing my arms angrily.

"Not's gonna do ya any good, you're still going to stay the same in look always: UGLY"

This stung like crazy but I wasn't going to let him see that he had gotten to me. So instead I tried shoving him out of the doorway, it didn't do much but just laughed and wandered off to his room.

So that was it people review please and answer the question that was presented at the end of chapter 10! :)