A/N. Celebrate...the world filled with magic...wish upon a star...that shines so bright...

Short summary: Disney was awesome! Wanted a picture with Peter Pan so bad (sadly, didn't happen). Watched the Electric Light Show and the Cinderella's Castle Projection show. Beautiful. Went on 3/4 of the rides at Magic Kingdom and pretty much all of Epcot (fireworks were AMAZING!). So yeah. :) Very happy. So happy. I feel like a kid again.

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Song:

"Celebrate the Magic! Projection Show" song by Disney

Celebrate the world filled with magic. Wish upon a star that shines so bright .Enter a world of make believe. Let your dreams come true tonight...

I have absolutely no idea what it's called, but it was played at Cinderella's Castle on Saturday night in Disney World. It's an awesome song, but I CANNOT FIND IT ANYWHERE. It plays in the "Celebrate the Magic! Projection Show". It's a beautiful song and it's killing me that I don't know what it's called. D:

Story:

Cold Feet by SweetShireen (FanFiction)

(Obviously, I had to recommend this story since it won TSGS2012! Congrats, SweetShireen! Hakuna matataa!)

There were a lot of things Puck, otherwise known as the Trickster King, liked to say he was. Strong, superior, diabolic and extremely handsome to name a few. But there was one thing the Trickster King wasn't and swore never to be; a coward. The BEST SISTERS GRIMM STORY of 2012!

Welp, here it is. The last AWU. I'd just like to say it's been a pleasure updating (almost) every single day of the week and losing sleep (heehee) but I'm glad I did it. It was absolutely wonderful receiving reviews practically left and right throughout the whole week. :D I hope you sincerely enjoy this chapter. Hopefully I'll be updating Saturday but most probably: Sunday. :)

Random Question: Does MB say whether or not Daphne actually has a middle name?

Enjoy!

Chapter 37: Caught

"Well hello transfer student," Wendell greeted, sidling up to me, and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "How you doin'?"

I rolled my eyes at him, pushing him away, pausing in front of the back entrance of the school. "Transfer student?"

He nodded. "You haven't hung out with me in a while, so you've dropped on my friend pyramid."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, frowning. "We can hang out some time this week. Me, you, and Ariana."

"No boyfriend?" Wendell questioned.

"No boyfriend," I told him honestly. "I don't need to be around him twenty-four seven, Wendell."

He raised an eyebrow, looking at me skeptically. "Sure…"

"I don't! I just like to be around him. As I should. Since I'm his girlfriend."

"I want a girlfriend," Wendell sighed wistfully.

I nudged him in the side. "Go ask Anna out. Sage turned her down so I think you have a chance now."

His eyes widened. "I thought she was dating Josh?"

"They broke up," I told him. "I think she was dating some other guy too, but they broke up as well. You might as well give it a shot, huh?"

Determination flashed in his eyes. "She'll soon love me. Just watch, Daphne, she and I will be closer than you and Firay are."

I snorted. "Impossible. Matt and I have a love bond that can never be broken."

"Love bond, hmm?" a new voice pitched in, sounding amused. "And I thought I said the cheesy stuff."

Blood rushed to my cheeks and I twisted around to come face-to-face with Matt. He smirked at me. I did my best to keep my composure. "G-good morning, Mr. Firay."

"Good morning, Ms. Grimm," he responded, patting my head. "I have a feeling this is going to be a good week."

"Why's that?" Wendell asked, crossing his arms.

Matt wagged his finger at him. "Ah, young one, that is the question, isn't it?"

He blinked back. "Okay…"

"He's happy because Jackson is going to be in the hospital for a while," I told Wendell, shaking my head at Matt, who was now grinning like a maniac. "Even though he shouldn't be so happy about someone being mugged," I added accusingly, shooting him a dirty look.

He shrugged. "He had it coming. It saved me the trouble."

"Matt!"

"Daphne!"

"Wendell!"

I paused. That didn't sound like Wendell's voice. "Ariana?"

"Daphne?"

"Ariana?"

"Hi, Mr. Firay!" she chirped, popping out from behind Wendell. "You're looking excellent today!"

Matt flashed her a handsome smile. "Don't I every day?"

"No," she deadpanned.

He scowled. "You're a brat."

She gave him an innocent smile. "Actually, I'm eighteen, so I'm an adult. Your remark is void."

"I hate your friends," he muttered moodily to me. "They're—"

"Awesome," Wendell interjected, throwing an arm around my shoulder again. "I know, Firay, you're stuck with that Sage guy. He seems cool though."

"He is," Ariana told him the same time Matt said, "He's not."

Wendell cocked an eyebrow. "Right…"

"Anyway, today at lunch let's all meet up in Mr. Firay's room," Ariana suggested, holding up a gigantic cooler. "My mom went to a family picnic yesterday and made enough food for Japan, so I brought some of the extras to share for lunch. I'm going to go invite Sage too."

"Why my room?" Matt complained.

"Because if we don't do it in your room, you won't come," Ariana responded as if she was stating the obvious.

He sighed. "You still need to get my permission first."

She pouted. "Fine. Can—"

"Matt, can we please eat lunch in your room?" I asked, cutting Ariana off and giving him the best puppy-dog look I could muster.

"You know that look doesn't work on me," he responded, frowning.

"Hey," Wendell interjected, waving his hand. "We'll be late—"

I crossed my arms. "Fine. I see how it is. You don't want to eat lunch with me. That's okay. I'm sure Daniel wouldn't mind replacing you— ow!"

Wendell snorted as I grasped Matt's hands, which were pinching my cheek by the thumb and forefinger. He wiggled my cheeks up and down. "Aren't you just so cute when you try to use jealously to force me do things?"

"I'm wot! I'm wot!" I cried, grimacing in pain. "I'm sowwy! I'm sowwy!"

He finally let go, a satisfied expression on his face. "Good."

I rubbed my cheeks, glowering at him. "You're so abusive."

"Don't even start, Daphne," he said, shaking his head. "I've never hit you. You've punched me multiple times. I think the abusive one is you."

"I-I'm not!"

Wendell rolled his eyes. "Seriously, you guys. If we don't hurry, we're going to be—" The bell rang, cutting him off. "Late," he finished with a scowl.

Ariana was the first one in the building. "Okay! See you guys at lunch time in Mr. Firay's room!"

"Ariana! I didn't say… She's gone," Matt sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

Wendell clapped him on the shoulder as he walked by. "See you then, Firay. Don't get too excited."

"I won't."

I nudged him in the shoulder. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"Putting Ariana and Sage together is not fun," he responded, giving me a flat look. "It's dangerous."

"How is it dangerous?"

"To my health. I get headaches."

I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. "Come on, Matt. Don't be a sore thumb about this. It's been a while since we've all gotten together to do something."

He pursed his lips at me for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "Okay, okay. I guess if I have to I'll let you guys use my room as a gathering center."

"That's the spirit!"

"In return, I want you to kiss me."

I did a double take at him. "Huh?"

"You heard me. Right here. Right now."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "B-but we're in front of the school. Someone might see us!"

His lips formed into mischievous smirk. "So you won't?"

"It's too dangerous!"

"Danger is my middle name," he replied with a wink.

I cocked my head to the side. "What is your middle name?"

"Eugene," he said, stretching out his arm toward me and grasping my upper arm. He gently tugged on it. "Now come here. Just a quick kiss."

"Are you serious?" I responded, a smile breaking out on my face. "Eugene? Haha! That's so nerdy!"

He shot me a dirty look. "Yeah? What's your middle name?"

"Daphne Veronica Grimm."

"You have your mom's first name as your middle name?"

"It's better than Eugene. Although Gene is a cute nickname... Aw, Gene! I like that a lot—"

Matt used the hand that wasn't holding onto me to grip my chin, turning my head up to him. "You know who else is cute?"

"Um… Milkshake?"

He smirked, bringing his handsome face closer to me. "Nope," he drawled, his breath caressing my lips. "You. When you blush. Just like you're about to now."

Predictably, a warm blush spread across my cheeks. He straightened up, letting out a quiet chuckle, but didn't release my face. When I tried to pull away from him, he just held my chin tighter. "Matt, someone might come," I protested.

"Kiss me."

"Just a quick peck then," I murmured, pushing myself onto my tiptoes so I could reach his lips. A thrill of excitement ran through me as I closed the space between us. Kissing in front of the school felt so exhilarating… it was like an adrenaline kick. Our lips met, but I found it impossible to pull away right away as I'd planned. Instead, I pressed myself into him harder, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He didn't seem to have a problem with it. We both knew we were already late and this was just making us later, but we didn't care. It didn't bother us that someone could walk by at any second and see us. All the fears about being caught disappeared when our lips were connected. The only things that mattered were the two of us. He nipped at my bottom lip and I only hesitated a nano-second before opening my mouth so he could have access to it.

"Oops…"

Matt and I wrenched away from each other at the sound of a voice coming from behind me. My body tensed up and a sudden urge to be sick washed through me. Who was it? I didn't have the guts to turn around and face the person. This was it. We'd thrown caution to the wind and been caught. I could feel tears threatening my eyes already. Stupid move, I berated myself fiercely. Stupid, stupid.

Matt cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Ms. Tomber…"

I twisted around now, my mouth falling open a little bit. Anna was standing there, her eyes wide open, her backpack in her hand. She stared between me and Matt, apprehension dawning in her eyes. "Oh…"

"Anna," I started, my voice coming out as pleading. "Please listen—"

"I knew it!" she cried excitedly, her eyes lighting up. "I knew you were never dating Mr. Ross! I could tell by your eyes that you guys were in love with each other! Jackson said I was crazy! But I knew it! Oh my god, that's too cute! Aw, you guys!"

I blinked at her, not expecting her response. "Um…"

"Anna," Matt started in an authorative tone. "What you just saw—"

"Will be kept a secret!" she rushed quickly, nodding her head enthusiastically. "I swear I won't tell anyone! Not one single soul!"

Now even more taken aback, I couldn't help but gaze at her suspiciously. "Why…" I started, but couldn't think of a question. What did I want to ask her? Why she was going to keep it a secret for us?

Her smile faded a little bit. "You probably know, Mr. Firay, but Daphne, I had a relationship with a teacher once. As you can probably guess it didn't work out too well. We were caught and I had to transfer schools… It was pretty awful. For me at least. He lost his job, so he automatically started to hate me," she explained, tugging at her hair. After a moment she looked up, her multicolored eyes gazing straight at me with a look of determination. "But if I had to compare you and me, Daphne, I would say I looked at him the same way you look at Matt. I wouldn't want to ruin something like that."

It was amazing how someone could shock another so much. "Um, thank you…" I said awkwardly, my heart still pounding in my chest.

She smiled kindly. "Don't thank me. Relationships are cute."

"Then why can't you stay in one for more than a week?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Daphne," Matt scolded in a sharp voice.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized, holding up my hands. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm really sorry, Anna."

She shook her head. "Don't apologize. I know everyone thinks it."

"But—"

"I'm already late," she cut me off, glancing at the school building. "I'm going to head inside. By the way, I love your tie, Mr. Firay," she added as he passed by us. "It really brings out your eyes."

I glanced at her one last time and she winked at me. Confused, I watched her back as she entered the front doors. "She's strange," I finally commented, turning back to Matt.

He frowned deeply, crossing his arms. "Can we trust her?"

"I think so… She seemed sincere."

"She could be like her brother though."

"No, I doubt that."

"You always see the good in people, Daphne. I think you have a blind eye to the bad."

I puffed out my cheeks. "I see Bryant's bad."

He shrugged. "Bryant's Bryant."

Letting the subject drop, I decided to lecture him. "No more kissing in front of the school," I stated defiantly. "I knew it was a bad idea."

"And yet you wouldn't let me go," he responded playfully.

"Matt."

"I know. Sorry. I got carried away. I wasn't thinking about the people coming into school late. I was only thinking that this hallway is always empty in the morning so no one would notice."

Sighing, I shook my head at him. "We just won't do it again."

"Yep. We'll kiss in the elevator and stairwells instead."

"Matt!"

"Daphne!" he mimicked.

I glowered at him. "You—"

"Are extremely late," he interjected, grabbing my shoulders, and guiding me to the glass doors. "You better get to homeroom. I'll see you at lunch."

"See you then," I grumbled, letting him usher me inside before taking off down the hall in course for my homeroom. Somehow I managed to make it before the second bell rang. The door was open, so I rushed, making the teacher jump at his desk.

"Daphne, careful—"

"Wah!" I cried, feeling my foot slide forward. Immediately I lost my balance, falling backward and hitting the ground hard.

Giggles burst through the entire room as I stared up at the ceiling in shock, feeling my face start to heat up. A few people asked if I was okay. Mr. Andrews, my homeroom teacher, came over to me looking worried. "Sorry," he apologized. "I spilled coffee earlier and had to wipe down the floor."

I grimaced. Just my luck. And ten bucks said Matt was going to hear of it by lunchtime.

A/N. I just need a little help with something. If you're up to it.

I'll be running a mile (9 laps) on my school's field on Wednesday because it's an annual physical fitness thing. I'm supposed to run within 12 minutes, and I always do, but I still get really freaked out by it. What should I do? (I know I shouldn't drink a lot of water right before, nor should I start running like crazy the day before.) I've already practiced running a mile, but I'm still really tense about it. I sort of have a pattern on what I should do for each lap around the field, too, so tell me if this sounds like a good plan:

First Lap: Walk

Second and Third Lap: Run

Forth Lap: Walk

Fifth and Sixth Lap: Run

Seventh Lap: Walk

Eighth and Ninth (Last) Lap: Run

You can tell how stressed I am by this just by noticing that I had to make a plan and beg you guys for help. :3 It doesn't go on my grade, but I really want to do good on this. Like, really great. I don't want to be known as the girl who almost passed out and had to go home in 6th grade after running the mile. If I do really well this last year, I'll know I'll finally be at peace with it.

But yeah, if you have any tips that will help in the next few days (or day, should I say since I'll most likely be running on Wednesday). If it's no problem to you guys.

Anyways…

Hope you enjoyed that non-cliffy chapter. Actually, I was planning to put one there, but I decided that there just wasn't enough time. I just got back from Orlando, and there are still a few things to do for school.

Thanks for the comments and favorites and reading, you guys! Hopefully you'll all see another all-week-update next year! :D But for now, see you guys this weekend!

~Lara