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Worst Book, huh? Easy.

I began reading 'The House of Night' but realized one thing: It's just another stupid novel about a stupid vampire who's in love with three different guys and one of them is a human, which is against the stupid rules, so OF COURSE they're gonna keep a secret relationship with all of them and OF COURSE one of them is a bad guy and minus the vampires, it's just some tramp trying to 'get with' a kajillion different guys.

Realized this in the second book. There's 8 books and they're still writing more.

Thank you Anger Issues! Just for that awesome vampire comment, this chapter is dedicated to you!

But, seriously, dead on, my friend. Dead on. (Excuse my pun...hehe)


Don't be confused when you read this. It's not continuing exactly where we left off. But it's better this way. Trust me...


Flowers and Aprons

"Hi-yah!"

Sabrina heard the shout from across the room and turned her head to watch the girl's hand strike out and barely miss the head of her opponent.

"Stop!" Sabrina tried to keep a groan out of her voice. "Olivia, I've told you to avoid causing serious physical harm to your opponent. Avoid!"

Olivia stepped away from the boy next to her, but a glower remained on her face. "Whatever."

"That's not the response I'm looking for." She narrowed her eyes. "You're lucky your partner was actually able to counter your attack. We wouldn't want a repeat of last week, would we?"

At that the girl raised her chin defensively. "It's not my fault she didn't know how to defend herself! And I visited her at the hospital and they said she was going to be fine! So there!"

"Come here." Sabrina beckoned the girl towards her.

Grudgingly Olivia started to follow Sabrina out of the room, their footsteps echoing against the linoleum floor until they reached a door marked 'Staff Only'.

Sabrina fished out a key and opened the door for them. "Come on."

Olivia didn't budge. "It says staff only."

"Well, I'm part of the staff and I'm telling you to come in. Right. Now."

Grumbling, the girl entered the brightly lit room and reluctantly sat down on one of the couches. "Why don't you just take me to the manager already? Get me kicked out like everyone wants."

Sabrina's hand paused as she was turning on the coffee maker. Her face softened as she looked at Olivia.

In all honesty, the girl sitting on the couch did not look like a trouble maker. But then again, what trouble makers looked the way you expected them to? She was a slim girl of fourteen; short, spiky black hair outlined her heart shaped face which seemed much too small for her incredibly large, green eyes.

Her jaw was set in a stubborn manner and most people would call the look in her face 'rebellious'.

Sabrina called it a facade.

She sat down on the red couch across from her and stared the girl squarely in the eye. "I don't think so."

Olivia didn't speak, but a hint of relief betrayed her emotions.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to ask you questions." Sabrina responded. "And I expect you to answer."

"Shoot." Olivia started picking at her fingernails, her stance noticeably vibrating a message: you won't get anything out of me.

"Do you like pandas?"

"What?" Her head snapped up. "Aren't you going to ask me why I tried to punch that guy?"

A slow smile crept up to Sabrina's face. "I asked if you liked pandas."

Clearly baffled, the girl nodded, "Yeah...I guess. Everyone likes pandas, but what does that have to do with-"

"Uh-uh." Sabrina put up a hand. "I ask. You answer. What did you think of that movie that came out last week?"

And so it continued: Sabrina asking random, irrelevant questions and Olivia answering hesitantly, and then with more ease. Soon, the girl's shoulders relaxed and once in a while she even smiled.

Sabrina tried for another question. "Do you like your name?"

A cloud passed over the girl's features. "I hate it."

"Why?"

"It's stupid. Nobody wants to be named Olivia. "

The older girl shrugged. "I think it's nice."

The younger girl sneered back. "There's nothing nice about it. Maybe it would have been if my parents had named me themselves. Then at least I'd get to whine about how unfair they were."

"Who named you?" Sabrina asked softly.

It seemed like a long time before she answered."My grandma. I don't think my parents even wanted the trouble of deciding my name, let alone taking care of me, so they hauled me off to her before I could even speak."

Sabrina said nothing, there was no need to. What she had hoped was happening, Olivia was talking, more to herself than anyone else.

"It's such an old fashioned name. I bet my parents would have named me Brittany or Brooke or something else girly and perfect. But they never even raised me, so who were they to decide? I told my grandma I hated my name. I told her I hated her. Now she's dead."

The girl's eyes were glistening. Shoulders stiff in an effort to stop her body from trembling.

Sabrina sighed and held out her hand. Olivia had done her part and it was Sabrina's turn.

"I'm sure she loved you very much, Olivia." She tried to smile at the girl.

She didn't smile back.

"Yeah, sure. Loved me. I know that, she told me. Guess I never really cared until she..." She trailed off and shook her head. "My parents could never love me like she did."

"You live with your parents?" Sabrina inquired, leaning in tentatively.

Olivia shrugged. "If you call it that."

When Sabrina didn't say anything, a flicker of fear appeared on the girl's face. "You're not...you're not going to call them, are you?"

"No." She said firmly. "I'm not."

Olive breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

"But I want something in exchange."

Her expression hardened; there was a tilt to her voice now. "What?"

"Anytime something like this bothering you, come talk to me. This staff room. I'm not going to tell anyone. I just want to help."

She grumbled under her breath. "Sure you do Madame Kick-Butt. I've seen the way you dealt with other kids."

"Olivia."Sabrina grinned.

"All right." Olivia held up her hands in defeat. "I'll come. Maybe..."

She decided to ignore the last part and got up to get the coffee. "Want some?"

"No." Olivia wrinkled her nose.

"That's too bad." Sabrina poured herself a cup. "As long as you're not drinking you might as well tell me why you tried to punch Chad in the face."

At that, Olivia flew into rampage. "He's an idiot. He thinks he's so superior. Just because he's blond–barf- handsome and on the soccer team the girls in school swoon over him. In reality, he's ugly. I told him so and he called me 'Ollie-poppers'. Then he said, I was just trying to cover up my feelings for him and called me 'Lovelia'. He made fun of my name! Nobody gets to make fun of my name."

"Except you." Sabrina pointed out.

"Yeah. And my grandma. She used to tease me. And when Chad insulted me..."

"You just flew off the handle." Sabrina finished the sentence for her.

"Yeah." Olive slumped on the couch, as if a great weight had been lifted from her.

It had.

"I know it's hard, but try to control your anger next time. Martial arts are about control. Controlling your body, your emotions..."

"Yeah, I get it Teach. Quit the lecture. You don't know how hard it is to not get angry."

Sabrina held back a snort. Olivia didn't know what she was talking about.

"Yes, I do. And for the record, I've been called much worse names than Ollie-poppers and Lovelia. Stink pot, booger brain, fart face, ugly..."

Olivia looked stunned. "People called you names? But...you're not ugly or anything..."

"It was really one person in particular."

She nodded in understanding then looked down at her watch.

"Oh!" Sabrina glanced at her watch as well and said somewhat reluctantly, "You can leave now."

"Yes!" Olivia jumped off the couch and ran out the door. It took about ten seconds for her head to stick back in and say, "I mean, bye."

"Bye." Sabrina tried not to sound remorseful as the door shut.

Great. Olivia was gone. Now what could she do to distract herself?

She took in deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Everything had been okay when she was talking to Olivia. When she immersed herself in other people's troubles, her own seemed to fade away.

But now, she was alone.

And the voices would come back.

Hurriedly, she put on her jacket and rushed out the Martial Arts Studio with a hasty goodbye to her manager.

Already, the buzzing in her head had returned, hazy voices, blurry images...

Her footsteps were light and consistent as she worked her way through jumbles of people on the sidewalk.

Think, she told herself. She could go the library or the park; somewhere she could relax and calm down. This headache was probably because of all the stress for the work piled up after she got sick. And all the worrying she'd been doing for Aisha...

No, she thought. Don't think about that. Anything but that.

Her mind searched for some other topic to concentrate on, books, movies, her friends, Puck...

Gah. Why did it always have to rest on Puck?

Ironically enough she was passing the park now. The very same park Puck and she so often visited after their classes.

Of course, they didn't do that much anymore.

She knew she shouldn't be surprised, it was to be expected. Just because Puck was sweet a few times in his life didn't mean his feelings had changed or he'd grown more mature or anything.

Actually, she wasn't even sure she wanted him to be mature anymore. For exactly one week, the pranks had stopped and the entire Grimm house had been peaceful. As peaceful as it could get with flying monkeys and talking dogs (Daphne had temporarily put a spell on Elvis).

Each day she woke up, expecting something disgusting waiting for her. And each day...nothing.

Puck was the same though; loud, obnoxious-not-so-smelly fairy. Ugh.

And when she found chocolate covered tarantulas in her breakfast cereal the next morning? It was all she could do not to smile in relief. After she'd pounded the fairy to a pulp. Naturally.

It was just that when she had been sick with the flu, she experienced a lot of mood swings and headaches. That was normal for the flu, so she didn't really pay much attention to it. But even when she was better again, the headaches, the feeling of someone watching her, that strange sensation in the pit of her stomach continued.

She agonized over this change in her and fretted that anything else changing in her life would also be because of her.

Which is why the tarantulas were a relief. At least she could always count on Puck to be...well, Puck.

Sabrina walked around the park, hands in her pockets, her mood suddenly improved as she gazed at the scenery.

It was getting chilly, what with it being nearly winter and all. The trees had lost their leaves, leaving their branches bare and spindly, like skinny hands reaching up to the sky.

The pollution and smog in New York City wasn't much help to the leaves, resulting in the colors to be bland and not nearly as rich in red and orange as it would be in Ferry Port Landing.

Which is why the flower stood out so much.

Isolated in a small, scruffy area, it was surprising how tall the flower stood, how full its petals were.

Sabrina stared in wonder. It was the flower Puck had planted, the one that told the future of a wish.

Edging closer, she puzzled over how on earth it had survived the low temperatures. She held out a hand curiously, intending to bend over and see how it felt...but she didn't have to.

The flower rose to her hand.

It wasn't an illusion because she could feel the softness of the petals, she could feel them sliding across her skin. And as Sabrina stepped back she could see it swaying-significantly taller- in the wind.

Calm down. No big deal. It was a magical flower, right? No biggie, no biggie...

Still, Sabrina wasted no time in making her way out of the park and hopping on the subway. What she needed right now was to lie down with a cup of hot chocolate, and watch a cheesy chick flick. They always made her laugh.

The last time she'd seen a funny movie was with Aisha. In fact, they were coming home from the theatres when...

Don't. Think. About. It.

Her brain must have been feeling pretty rebellious, because she recalled snippets of their last conversation anyway.


"I can't believe we watched that and survived."

"You should see some of the things Puck watches...ugh, I'm still scarred."

"Ooh, movie night with your one and belov-hey, no hitting the driver!"

"I think said driver needs to shut up and concentrate on the roads."

"I've never got a ticket in my life. No need to worry."

"Sure. It's raining so hard right now that we wouldn't even see it if a deer came out of nowhere-"

"We're in New York."

"Good point. I think that movie killed my brain cells. I meant to say that a person could come out of nowhere and you'd have to swerve to avoid crashing into them and we'd crash and-"

"You think so positive."

"..."

"Sabrina?"

"Aisha!"

"'Ya Allah...Oh, God..."

"What are you doing? You'll hit them! Turn left! Turn left!"

Run.


Sabrina pressed her fingers to her temple as she got out of the subway, trying to shake away the feeling of panic and fear.

She was almost home now. Walk. Don't think.

But what if-

Don't think. Walk. Go home.

When she had reached the Grimm house, she reached for the key in her pocket. As she was turning the key, some of her resolution fell away, and the question came out.

But what if she's dead?

Barely three seconds in the house and she was confronted by a red eyed, sober faced, Daphne.

"She's dead!" Daphne wailed and pushed herself into her sister's arms.

Sabrina froze. Her blood turned to ice. Dead.

She struggled to get the word out of her mouth. "What?"

Daphne paid no attention to her. "He's dead too! They're both dead and they never even got a happily ever after!"

Sabrina's shoulders relaxed as understanding dawned upon her. "Which book was it this time? Who died?"

"Wuthering Heights! Catherine and Heathcliff! Gah!"

Sabrina did her best not to roll her eyes as they sat down at the kitchen table. Daphne told her story of woes while Sabrina made herself a sandwich, saying, "uh-huh," and "you're right," every now and then.

It wasn't long before Daphne stood up, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Where are you going?" Sabrina asked.

"To read the book again. Duh." Daphne gave her sister a look of scorn before flouncing to her room.

This time, Sabrina didn't bother to resist. She rolled her eyes and bit in to her sandwich.

It was good to see her sister smiling. After coming home from the party in Manhattan, she'd been strangely quiet and distant. She didn't even offer a good comeback when teased about finding that 'perfect someone'; just shook her head and headed up to bed. No giggles. No antagonizing story about this and that. No groans and exaggerated scenarios about what happened.

Nothing.

To tell the truth, Sabrina didn't mind at all. Silence was a nice change in the Grimm house.

Ah, peace and-

"DIE! DIE! Yeah! Take that!" Basil's shouts could be heard from the living room.

Sabrina groaned.

Slowly, she moved her tired self away from the kitchen and went to join Basil.

"Basil." She sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Haha! Bam! Got you!"

"Basil!" She was glaring now.

"Next level! Ha! Die! DIE!"

"BASIL!"

He turned away from his video game and grinned. "Hey, sis. Why are you yelling?"

She fought to remain calm. Calm. She was calm. Right? Yep. Deep breaths.

Sabrina crossed over to Basil's side of the room and grabbed the remote control, shutting down the T.V screen.

"Hey!" Basil sounded indignant.

"I think you can survive not playing Call of Duty for a few hours." She placed her hands on her hips.

"But I was on level-"

She put a hand over his mouth. "Please Basil? My head really hurts."

Her little brother seemed to be thinking it over, calculating the disadvantages and advantages of the situation. On one hand, he could listen and go upstairs where his mom would make him do homework. Blech. On the other hand, if he refused, he could squeeze in about three seconds on the game before Sabrina kicked his butt upstairs.

Hmm...

"Okay." He smiled angelically and ran to his room.

Finally.

Sabrina smiled, got herself a drink and relaxed on the couch repeating her earlier thoughts: "Peace and-"

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

It sounded like somebody was trying to knock the roof in.

Now beyond frustrated she slammed down her drink and stomped outside.

She really should not have been surprised to see Puck kicking the roof, looking about as frustrated as she did.

But she was.

Stupid. Yeah, she knew.

His wings caught the sunlight and shone magnificently as he floated on top of the roof, turning in different directions with a phone in his hand.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He yelled.

Her thoughts precisely.

"What are you doing?"Sabrina shouted, looking up with a look of rage mixed with bewilderment.

He must not have heard her because she had to yell a second time. Louder.

"You really are as dense as you look, Grimm. I'm trying to find an Internet connection! What else would I be doing?" He frowned. Sabrina couldn't help but notice how parts of his hair glinted gold from the sun and how exceptionally...ugly he looked when he frowned.

"And stop shouting at me!" He shouted at her.

"No!" She yelled back. "Get down here! You just ruined a perfect momen-"

"Shh." He gave her the talk-to-the-hand gesture. "I think I got-no! Why isn't it working?"

"The real question is: what kind of idiot goes on the roof to fix an Internet connection problem?" She paused. "Oh, yeah! You! The biggest idiot there is!"

"Really, Grimm, you've got to stop making yourself feel better by insulting me. Only weak, insecure people do that. Oh, yeah. You're the weakest, insecurest person there is!"

"I'm coming up there." She said in a low, deadly voice. "And insecurest isn't a word."

"It is now." He flashed her a would-be-dazzling smile and flew off the roof, landing beside her.

She wasted no time in putting distance between them.

Sabrina went inside and slammed the door behind her.

Puck followed soon after, but opened and closed the door multiple times before putting the lock in. Checking for possible ways he could sneak things in? Making sure his escape route was secure? She didn't know. Heck, maybe he just wanted to hear the door squeak.

Puck glowered at his phone. "I tried on all the computers, and the Wi-Fi won't even come! The magic box lied! It said 'modern devices' had everything!"

"Don't listen to everything commercials tell you." Sabrina warned him. "And don't blame the phone either."

He slumped against the wall. Sabrina had never seen him look so agitated- well, at least since the time he thought someone had stolen Kraven the Deceiver.

"Why do you care so much?" She enquired with genuine curiosity.

Puck lifted his head. "Research," he said wearily.

"Talk about vague." Sabrina tried not to sound irritated. "Research about what?"

"Just-just some stupid fairytale thing."

She stared at him. "I thought you didn't care about fairytales."

"I don't!" He stuck his chin out defiantly. "It's just something important. For school."

Sabrina continued to look mystified. Then the look was replaced with disbelief.

"You could have just looked in our library, idiot!"


It was times like this that Puck seriously doubted if Sabrina was actually as smart as she pretended to be. Actually, that was a no-brainer. Of course she wasn't!

But that didn't make him feel any less annoyed when he responded, "Uh, hello? My allergies?"

Instead of rolling her eyes like he suspected she would, Sabrina appeared to be deep in thought. A smile lit up her face as she grabbed Puck's hand and hauled him to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Puck frowned down on Sabrina, who was crouching on the floor, rummaging through a drawer.

Puck took a step back as she stood up and held out her hands.

In the right hand were a pair of oven mitts, red and frayed at the edges.

In the left hand was a yellow, flowery apron.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Sabrina raised an eyebrow at him. Puck could swear she was stifling a snort. "Put them on."

Puck regarded the items with disgust. "What for?"

"Uh, hello? Your allergies?" She tossed the words at him mockingly. "It's perfect armour for reading books. Trust me."

Puck snorted. Yeah. Trust her.

"Or were you just making the allergies up? Hmm?"Now both eyebrows were raised.

"I wasn't!" Puck exclaimed, continuing in an undertone, "And even if I was, I don't have to defend myself to you."

"Suit yourself." Sabrina turned away from him. "I just figured, if finding out about this fairytale was that important, you wouldn't let something as little as allergies get in the way."

Puck swallowed. How important was it?

Oh, no big deal, really. Just your average friend who tried to kill you, warning you that your kingdom would come to ruins. Oh, and that map Jake had given him? Apparently it was cursed.

Yep. Just a typical motive to research in the Grimm family.

"Fine." He snatched the kitchen apparel out of Sabrina's arms. "This better work, Grimm."

He reluctantly put on the gloves and tried in vain to put on the apron. "Curse you flowery beast! How the heck am I supposed to put this on?"

He heard Sabrina sigh as she went behind him and took the cloth.

"First you put this part over your head." She did that, but cloth-he was certain it was deliberate- scraped his face as it went down.

"Then you take these two long strap things to your side." She did that. Puck tried not to squirm as her fingers brushed his sides.

"And then you tie it. You do know how to tie a bow, right?" Sabrina asked as she tied the bow for him and put her hands on his back.

"Of course I do." Puck snapped, although his voice came out a little croaky and husky. Darn. Why did puberty have to hit now?

"Mmm. Just checking." Puck felt her hands leave him and felt a surge of disappointment. He swirled to face her, and caught the look of amusement on her face.

He looked down at the flowery apron and gloves. "I look ridiculous."

Sabrina didn't answer, but a hand was covering her mouth so Puck took that as a yes.

"Oh, my."

The Old Lady stood behind him, leaning on a kitchen chair for support. "Puck...why are you dressed like...that?"

"Uh..." He opened his mouth to answer, but Sabrina beat him to it.

"Puck's decided he's going to make dinner today, Granny." Sabrina said cheerfully. "He was just talking about how tired you looked and how we should give you a break from cooking, right, Puck?"

"What the-"

She stepped on his foot. Like really stepped on it, grinding his toes. It was all Puck could do not to yelp in pain.

The Old Lady stopped looking confused. A gratifying beam appeared on her face. "Oh, liebling. That's ..well, that's unbelievable... but incredibly sweet. Thank you."

Her eyes crinkled, somehow making her seem younger, despite the deep wrinkles on his face.

Puck opened his mouth to prove her wrong, but the words were stuck in his throat. How could he take that smile off the Old Lady's face?

"What do you plan to make?" The Old Lady asked, excitedly.

Sabrina cut in again. "It's a surprise."

"Ooh! I love surprises!" She clapped her hands in anticipation. "I'll leave you two here to your cooking, now shall I?" She winked at them before leaving the kitchen.

Puck waited until he was sure the Old Lady went into her room. Then he grabbed the nearest thing-an orange- and threw it at Sabrina's face.

She ducked and it knocked into some silverware instead. "No throwing in the kitchen, you idiot! You could break something important!"

The glare he gave her was evil on a scale of ten out of ten. "Should have thought about that before you lied to the Old Lady!"

"Well, if you cared so much you could have contradicted me!"

"I..." Puck was at a loss of words again. "I couldn't. You're right about how she seems so tired all the time. I don't want her to-I mean- I-"

"Hey." All joking vanished from Sabrina's voice. "I know. I don't want anything to happen to her either."

"Yeah..." Puck scratched his head, trying not to sound awkward. He didn't want to sound sad or anything...Grimm would think he was weak. "So..."

"So." Sabrina opened the fridge. "Rice or bread? Chicken or lamb?"

Puck groaned.

It looked as if there was no getting out of this one.


A/N~ Before all of you go, "But...WHAT HAPPENED WITH AISHA AND THE KNIFE?" Calm down.

I'll relate that in a flashback. Savvy? Oh, and don't worry too much about Olivia.

Surprisingly, I have nothing more to say. Except: PUCK AND COOKING EQUALS DISASTER!

But you already knew that.

QoD: What's the worst movie you've ever watched?

Just figured that I'd switch the books, movie thing up. :)

And allow me to answer this question first, although really I choose a whole genre of movies:

BOLLYWOOD MOVIES.

Man, have you ever wasted three hours of your life watching a Bollywood movie? Probably not, because I doubt many of you understand Hindi (even I don't that much). Funny thing is, the fourth country of where Cold Feet is read most? Last time I checked it was India. Now it's New Zealand. But whatever.

Top 3 Reasons you Should Never Watch a Bollywood movie

The DANCING. Imagine that the main character's dad just died, and the person he likes is injured. And they're on a mountain. What's the logical thing to do? Start DANCING and SINGING with hundreds of people that come out of nowhere. Like yeah, "We're in India, people, but now, suddenly we transported ourselves to New Zealand and hundreds of people came out of nowhere and COINCIDENTALLY we all know the same dance and words. Why don't we just dance and sing like the sophisticated people we are?" This 'dancing' mostly consists of belly shaking. Yeah. SOPHISTICATED.

The plot. It's either a boy and girl dancing and singing about how lonely they are and in the end, they dance and sing about how happy they are. They all live happily ever after. Or they die. Either way, it sucks.

The fighting scenes. Two heroic people against two hundred bad guys. Who wins? The two heroic people, silly! After all, the bad guys are as light as paper and apparently it's possible for someone to lift a car with people in it and throw it across the room! And don't even get me started on the slow motion...

There you are. I know people who LOVE Bollywood movies and I have no idea what they're thinking. I only watch them if I'm forced to.

And all you non-South Asian people are probably sitting there going: "Whaaaaaat?"

So let me think of an American movie I didn't like...the BROTHERS GRIMM.

The first time I watched it I was scared. Then I go, "Wow, this movie just guaranteed that there will never be a Sisters Grimm movie."

Because people go, "SISTERS Grimm? Isn't that like the BROTHERS Grimm? I don't want to watch it. Because I didn't like the Brother's Grimm."

But on the bright side, MORTAL INSTRUMENTS MOVIE IS COMING OUT NEXT YEAR! AND SEA OF MONSTERS! Even though the actor who plays Annabeth dyed her hair blond and she does NOT look like Annabeth.

Now, if you've read this chapter...Review! Tell me what you think! Please?

Puck: That's not going to work.

Me: What?

Puck: You pathetic humans, saying please doesn't do anything. They're not going to review.

Me: Of course they are! It's the magic word! They have to.

Puck: When will you learn? The magic word isn't please. The magic word is throw up.

Me: That's two words.

Puck: Whatever. Give me a cookie please.

Me: No!

Puck: Give me a cookie or I'll throw up on you.

Me: Take it! Take it! *Thrusts cookie jar in Puck's hands and runs away*

Puck: *smirk* Works every time. Be good, kiddies, and review...or I might just have to do the same thing to you...