92. Impossible


Hiccups

I walked out of the bathroom after my relaxing shower. My hair was still damp from washing it. I descended the stairs and went into the living room. It was quiet in here. Too quiet…Where was Puck, Daphne, Red, and Granny? I hope they didn't go somewhere without telling me.

My stomach grumbled, demanding breakfast. I wandered into the kitchen and opened the pantry. Suddenly, something grabbed my waist and jerked me back. I shrieked and delivered a round-house kick at my assailant. A small humph was heard as he fell backwards. I glared at the person sprawled on the floor.

Impish blue eyes framed by curly blonde hair stared back at me. "Puck!" I growled.

He began howling with laughter. "You should-have-seen your-face!" He gasped.

"Before you scare me to death, remember I took two years of karate," I hissed. "I was about to attack you."

"You wouldn't be able to even scratch me, Grimm," Puck taunted.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, I could kick your butt any-hic." I stopped.

Puck stared at me. "What was that?"

"Nothing," I replied. Hic.

"Do you have the hiccups?" he asked.

Hic. Shoot. I didn't get hiccups often, but when I did, it was nearly impossible to get rid of them. Usually, I had to wait until they went away.

"Well, that answers my question," he replied, chuckling.

I ignored the hiccups and continued to glare at Puck. "Where are the-" Hic- "others?"

"They may be outside. I'm (hic) not sure but I think the Old (hic) Lady went somewhere and Daphne and Red are(hic) in their room." I tried to muffle my hiccups as much as possible, to no avail.

"You're-" hic "-so lucky I'm not going to-" hic "-get you back for that stupid prank! Look what it did!" A hiccup punctuated the end of my sentence.

"Yeah, it's my fault your diaphragm's spazzing out," he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"It kind of-" hic "-is!" I grumbled.

Daphne and Red came down the stairs. "Why'd you yell, Sabrina?" Daphne asked.

"This idiot," I nudged Puck with my foot, "decided that he wanted to scare me." Hic.

Puck scowled when I called him an idiot. "And then she got the hiccups," Puck said.

Daphne glanced at me. "You have the hiccups?" Hic. "Did you try holding your breath?"

I shook my head and gulped in some air before cutting off my breathing. I didn't breath for a whole minute before I gasped for air.

"Did it work?" Red asked.

I waited, but the hiccups didn't come. "I think they d-" hic. Dang! They didn't go away.

Puck snickered. "You sound like a strangled bird when you hiccup."

"Ha ha," I snarled. "You're so funny." Hic. I decided to try and drink some water. That didn't work. I placed the cup on the counter.

"I thought you were suppose to drink it upside down," Daphne said.

I contemplated dangling upside down from the couch, but before I could move, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around me and pulled me off the ground. The ground rushed towards me, but before I collided into it, I stopped. "Now try," Puck's voice said next to me. The only part of him that saw were his legs. Apparently, he picked me up and was hanging upside down.

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"First drink this." Red handed me a glass of water. I glared at her while taking the drink. Daphne giggled.

"Well, did it work?" Puck asked.

Hic. "No. Now let me down!" I shouted.

"Okay, if that's what you really want…" I knew what he was going to before he did it.

"Slowly!" I yelled. I was whirled right side up. The blood rushed out of my head, causing me to feel slightly dizzy. I suddenly found myself in Puck's arms. My face heated up as Puck shot me a mischievous smile. I stared into his dark blue eyes. Weren't they green before? My feet touched the ground, though I barely felt it.

"You can let go of me now, Grimm," Puck said, snapping me out of my trance. I noticed my arms were still clutching his shirt and quickly let go, stepping away from him. I blushed even more in embarrassment.

Hic.

I sighed. This was going to be impossible!

"What about trying to eat something?" Red asked.

I nodded as my stomach growled. I was still hungry. No wonder, since I didn't eat anything!

I took out a bowl and poured milk and cereal into it. It was annoying, trying to eat with the constant hiccups. Even when I finished, my hiccups continued.

"Not working," I sighed. These stupid hiccups were impossible to get rid of. UGH! "I should just wait."

Hic.

"This is going to get really annoying," Puck muttered. He got a strange gleam in his eyes before walking away. "Not that your not usually annoying the heck out of me."

I growled at him as I stalked over to the couch. I became immensely irritated with my stupid hiccups. They came every thirty seconds.

Suddenly, I heard Puck shout my name, terror seemed to lace his voice. I shot up and raced up the staircase and into his room. Lying on the ground was Puck, covered in blood. My heart momentarily stopped and I didn't breathe because he wasn't moving. His eyes were closed. He looked…dead!

I scrambled to his side and touched his face. "Puck!" I whispered. When he didn't respond, I shook him gently. He still didn't move!

Tears started to form in my eyes but before they spilled out, Puck grinned. His eyes flew open. I sat there, gaping at him. "Seems like your hiccups are gone," He said with a smirk.

It was true but I didn't even register that fact. I continued to stare at the boy as he stood up and rubbed the grass off of his shirt. "You really shouldn't stare, Grimm, it's rude."

"You…you're not dead?" I asked stupidly.

"Do I look dead to you?" He examined himself. "Nope, still here. The blood isn't real, by the way."

My shock quickly melted into fury at his stunt. It felt like my anger should physically burn him. "You complete IDIOT!" I screamed, lunging at him. Puck was too shocked to respond. We both tumbled to the ground. I sat on top of him and began punching every reachable part of his body. "Did you know you almost gave me a heart attack? What's WRONG with you?" I punctuated every word with a punch.

"Hey! I was trying to get rid of your hiccups!" He shouted. He winced in pain. "Get off of me you psychotic maniac!"

"Maniac? Me?" I asked. "I'm not the one who acted like they were dead just to get rid of hiccups. I really should kill you, then you won't have to act!"

Puck grabbed my hands and rolled over, pinning them above my head. "Chill out, Grimm! I was only trying to help."

"By giving me a heart attack?" I questioned.

"I didn't know you'd freak out," he said.

"Who wouldn't freak out when they see their best friend lying in a freaking puddle of blood?" I growled. Seriously, who wouldn't?

"Best friend?" Puck raised his eyebrows.

I blushed and glared at him. "What else are you, then?"

"I don't know. I always thought you hated me," he replied.

"I may hate you, but you're still my family." I grinned. "It's more like a family hate."

Puck rolled his eyes and I realized how close we were. Our noses were almost touching and he gazed at me with his innocently impish green eyes. I could have sworn they were dark blue awhile ago. I couldn't help but glance at his lips. Before I could move, the door flew open.

Puck and I froze and simultaneously glanced at the source of the interruption. Granny stood by the open door. She glanced between us and her face took on a puzzled expression. "I was going to ask Sabrina if she needed help with her hiccups, but it seems like you two are…preoccupied."

"It's not what it looks like!" I shouted, pushing Puck off of me. Puck shook his head vigorously.

Granny nodded slowly and stepped out of the room.


I'm so sorry I haven't updated lately! I was really busy. I really hate homework. Yuck. Anyway, I can't promise updates every week. My stupid FCAT is coming up (you know, since I live in Florida?) and my FCAT Writes is coming up Feb. 10th. Okay, I'll stop ranting now. So anyway, review please. I wouldn't mind some ideas. I'm using all my brain power during school.