Today Was a Fairytale

Chapter 11: Temper

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sisters Grimm.

{A/N: I've gotten a lot of praise for the chapters in which I have their sub conscious minds and common sense come in so I'm making this chapter with the common sense and sub conscious minds as the stars!}

Sabrina's POV:

I woke up the next morning totally annoyed. Who gets sick the day before Christmas Eve? I sat in my room watching a Secret Life marathon on ABC Family eating a bowl of Chicken Noodle soup when my annoying new friends decided to take over my brain once gain. I swear, I was going to get a drill and drill through my brain. This was the most annoying thing I'd ever seen and it was so rude! Who did they think they were, just walking into my brain whenever they felt like it? They weren't me so they had no control over what I thought. And yet here they were once again bossing me around and telling me how I was madly in love with Puck. Which I so wasn't. Maybe I was liked him a little-okay maybe I loved him a little-but I was not madly in love with him. There was no way that could happen especially after I got to know him and learned how obnoxious and immature the Trickster King really was. He may be cute but nobody was that cute.

Puck is...

Puck is what...

Puck is that cute.

She's not going to admit it Commie, she's stubborn. She will never just come straight out and say that she loves Puck even though everyone knows it. Sub said the same thing when I talked to him yesterday though.

Who are you talking about?

Commie is your common sense. Subbie, me, is your subconscious mind. Sub is Puck's subconscious mind and Com is Puck's common sense.

And how do you communicate with Puck's brain?

We call them, duh!

Is that what that ringing in my ear was last night?

Yes it was!

You kept me up all night!

Well we would be gone if you just told Puck how you felt.

I'm telling you, the torture methods are the best. They teach us all about how great they are at Common Sense Academy.

WE ARE NOT TORTURING HER-much.

Well it's not working this way now is it!

Shut up know it all.

I can't shut up until she admits she loves Puck and doesn't need us anymore. You know that.

Hold up-if I say I love Puck you guys go away? For good, right?

No

We have to come back if you ever have something building up in you or else your temper will sky rocket like it did with Rumpelstiltskin.

Where were you nuisances then?

Not on duty.

NOT ON DUTY? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

Watch the temper little missy.

DON'T TELL ME TO WATCH THE TEMPER!

OH look, Griffin's on TV-watch he is all shirtless.

That seems to have worked.

Will you please stop being all scary and proper? I hate it!

But it's who I am.

You can be proper if I can use torture.

No way-well...wait, what do you have in mind?

Listen very carefully honeybee since I know you probably won't like this.

Go on,

Are you sure you're going to go through with this?

What do you mean am I sure?

Well you know what they say; if you kill the cow you have to go on to make the hamburger.

You two do realize I hear everything that's going on, right?

You do realize that we're in your head so you can't stop us? We control you sweetie.

So why aren't we taking over her body?

I already asked that and you said no!

Well I changed my mind. So why aren't we?

It's not our department.

Stupid rules and restrictions...I don't like this.

Hush! Now listen very, very carefully...

And you promise we'll never have to come back here?

This isn't the Telephone music video and I'm not Lady Gaga. And you are definitely not Beyonce honeybee.

Then don't be all evil and a villain and call me honeybee you crazy person.

It fit the mood when I said it. You were just quoting random stuff from it that didn't fit!

Stop arguing with me. We need to have a united front to beat her!

This isn't a war! Shut up and listen to the plan already!

Puck's POV:

The day before Christmas was awful if Sabrina was sick. I couldn't annoy her because I'd get in trouble. If I walked downstairs I'd have to help people around the house. I was the Trickster King. I didn't do cleaning or cooking and I didn't chauffeur little girls around either. Sure, I'd fly Sabrina places but that's because she was Sabrina. Not that that meant I loved her or anything. I didn't. I barely even liked her. I mean, didn't I discuss this whole 'perfect enemy' thing like forever ago? I could have sworn I'd already discussed it with somebody. Of course, my wonderful Common Sense-AKA Com-and Subconscious mind-AKA Sub-decided to pop in for an unexpected visit at that exact moment. They always seem to enter my brain right when I'm thinking about Sabrina. And lately they haven't been fighting. Lately they've been agreeing on ways to convince me to admit my love for Sabrina-the love that doesn't exist by the way. I don't love Sabrina and she doesn't love me. Why is that so hard for every person-and non person-in Ferryport Landing to believe? Just because two people argue all the time-okay so it's more like flirting but whatever-doesn't mean they are in love-even if they do enjoy kissing each other. Well, half of us enjoy kissing the other half. And yes, that first half is me and the second is Sabrina. But that doesn't mean I love her-aw man.

I told you if we left him alone he'd realize he loved her all by himself!

Dude, I told you that!

No, I'm pretty sure I told you.

Sorry bro but even I have to agree with Sub. He's the good guy, remember.

I'm just glad we don't have to resort to torture like Commie and Subbie.

Those are Sabrina's little mind freaks aren't they?

Yeah

I oppose being called a freak.

Whatever it's true...now go tell Sabrina you love her so we can leave.

You mean you're outta here when I tell her I love her?

That's how it works.

He's running...why'd we tell him that?

The honest Abe wanted to lie? I'm shocked at you!

Running sorta sucks for those of us stuck in his head. We get bounced around and all that.

But soon we can be out of here and on our vacation-Fiji here I come!

You do realize when we're out of his head we cease to exist until he needs us again, right?

Let a little figment of imagination dream, okay you stupid dream crusher!