~Sabrina~

Day Two:

Later that night…

I woke up sweating and was disgusted to find that I had to physically peel the sheets off my sticky body. I had been too tired to shower the night before and the aloe vera was still covering me from head-to-toe. I managed to get the blankets off myself, and as carefully as I could in the dark, climbed down the ladder. Daphne was fast asleep on the bunk below mine. She had drool sliding down the side of her face. I cringed but continued with my mission. I fumbled through my suitcase, to get my toiletries. I grabbed it and made my way to the bathroom. It was a disaster. The toilet seat was up, and the sink was filled with toothpaste. I knew exactly who left it like that.

puck. lets not leave the bathroom a mess. we're all sharing

He started typing three seconds after I sent it.

Ok sorry

I waited a second before I responded, but before I could say thank you, he texted me again.

Wait Sabrina

I didn't know what he was gonna say, but I didn't really care. The last thing I wanted right now was to deal with him. I clicked the power button on my phone and watched the screen turn black. I took a deep breath. I wanted this vacation to be for me. Not for me and Puck. I tried to tell myself he wasn't worth it. I told myself that every day. He pretended I didn't exist when I wasn't visiting. And, we went months without seeing each other. The boy I thought he was may just have been a made-up version in my head. I didn't even have feelings for him. He was annoying and always stared at my boobs. I wondered if he knew that I noticed. If and when we went out to dinner, it would just be as friends. Or a boy who I had loved for the past six years and a girl who didn't know how to sort through her emotions. But probably the first one. Probably.

The sticky aloe collected at the bottom of the shower. I used my toe to try and push it down the drain. When I leaned over, to look closer at the drain, the beads of water covered my back. The cold water felt good on my burnt skin. It had already started peeling. I vowed to wear sunscreen every day for the rest of my life. After a few more good rinses, to make sure I was completely free of the sticky substance, I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I studied my face. I had a few new freckles. The skin on my nose was peeling. My eyebrows looked good. I had just gotten them done before we left. The way my wet hair plastered to the sides of my head made my ears look big. My forehead looked too wrinkly. my nose was too pointy. My eyelashes didn't curl as Daphne's did. I leaned in closer, analyzing every feature. It didn't look like a face anyone could love.

"Sabrina?" I heard a voice say, from the other side of the door.

I could tell it was Red by the way it rasped when it said the 'ee' part of my name. So it sounded like Sabr-eEna. I loved her voice. I always had.

"Yes? Why are you up?" I answered.

"I could ask you the same thing, but I'm just peeing."

"Okay, I'll be out in a second," I told her, taken back by her new-found attitude.

I guess she had done some growing-up of her own while I was in New York City. Daphne hadn't waited quite this long to develop her own attitude. I giggled at the memory of her yelling at everyone at the famous Camp Charming. It was crazy to think about the fact that I was able to laugh at the memory now. I snapped back to reality and wrapped the soft, blue bath towel tightly around my red body. I quickly scooped my things back into my bathroom bag and shifted it into my other arm, so I could open the door. When it swung open, Red was standing there, picking at her nails, a habit she'd picked up. She looked worried.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah… I'm fine. I was just gonna grab my chapstick out of my bag, I left it in here earlier." She tried to push past me.

I blocked the door, so she couldn't enter the bathroom.

"I thought you had to pee."

"Oh, yeah, that too." She tried to slip under my arm.

I stepped into the hallway and looked at her.

"What's really going on? You're being weird." I said, hoping she wouldn't make a run for the bathroom while she had the chance

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"I promise," I told her, holding out my pinky to seal the deal.

"It's Pinnochio." She admitted.

I followed her to her room and sat down on her bed. The sheets had dolphins on them. I giggled at the thought of Charming walking through Target, picking out bed sheets. This room was my favorite in the house. Other than the loft, that was above the living room. Red's room was the closest to the beach and I could hear the crashing waves. I sat on the window seat, staring at the forgotten sandcastles that dotted the shore. Red followed me.

"So, what's going on with you two?" I asked the girl.

" I don't really know. That's the problem. I mean, I think he likes me, but sometimes he ignores me and-"

"Well, keep in mind, you're still young," I assured her.

A hurt look appeared on her face. I wished I could rephrase my words. I had just wanted to assure her that she still had plenty of time before she had to worry about boys. But, I had been her age when I found out that there was a chance that I would marry Puck. Even though Daphne and I had gone into the future to change it. So, obviously, that couldn't happen anymore.

"Yeah, I guess," Red mumbled, looking down at her pink cheetah-printed pajama pants.

"Aw, Red, you know I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."

"I know, it's ok." She fixed her eyes to a late-night jogger, and the small white dog trotting beside him, down on the beach.

I put my hand on her back.

"He's probably scared. I would be too if I liked a girl as pretty as you." I assured her, desperately hoping I could turn the conversation around.

She quietly giggled and looked up at me.

"Really?" She asked, eyes wide.

"Really." I ran my hand through her auburn curls, admiring her shiny hair.

"He kissed me." The girl blurted, before clapping her hand over her mouth.

"Red!" I gasped. "He did not."

"Did too!" She giggled. "It was a couple of months ago."

She pretended to lose interest and started off at the beach again, but I caught her stealing glances at me.

"Red, I'm not even gonna try to pretend I don't know what you're doing. I'm dying to know."

"If I tell you mine, you have to tell me about yours."

"My what?"

"Your first kiss."

"Oh, um," She caught me off guard, and I felt my cheeks heat up. "Sure."

Red slid off the window seat and grabbed one of the blankets off her bed, and threw it at me.

"Get comfy. It's kind of a long story." She giggled.

"Ok, I'm ready!" I said, wiggling my toes under the blanket.

Red was like my little sister. I loved hearing this stuff. I loved watching her grow up.

"So, it was back in March. It had been raining all week, so there was a ton of water everywhere, and Granny hadn't let us leave the house in days, because it was too chilly and she didn't want us to catch a cold. But then, we all woke up one morning, and the rain had stopped, and you could see the sun through the clouds, and Granny was downstairs making French toast for breakfast. And I had just gotten new rain boots to wear. They're light blue, but on the inside they're pink. But anyway," Red's face was glowing. "Granny wanted us to get fresh air or something, after being cooped up, so she sent me, Pinnochio, and Puck on a walk in the backyard."

I tried to ignore Puck's name and continued listening to her story.

"And you know, Puck being Puck, he flew off, I don't know where. So, it was just me and Pinnochio. And we were walking through the forest, and then he told me the blue rain boots made my eyes look pretty! And we kept walking and we were holding hands, and you could hear all the birds chirping, Sabrina, it was so romantic. And then he stopped and kissed me! Right there! In the middle of the forest!" I thought her face was going to crack in half, considering how wide her smile was.

"Wow, Red. That's… that's really special." I smiled at her.

As much as I had wanted to hear her story, all of a sudden, I felt weird, like I was jealous of the perfect kiss she'd had. I brushed it off.

"Well, I'm so tired, I'm going to bed. But tell me if anything else happens with you two!" I winked at her, before standing up.

"Where are you going? We made a deal, silly." She giggled.

"Oh, yeah," I fake-laughed, pretending I had forgotten.

"So…" Red said, as soon as I sat down again.

If I made a run for it now and locked my door, maybe I could avoid telling her, and she would forget by tomorrow. But she had told her story. But I really didn't want to tell her mine.

"It was in a flower garden." I lied, remembering how I had envisioned my first kiss.

"Really?" She asked, confused. "I never imagined Puck setting foot in a flower garden, but I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Puck?" I said, hoping to throw her off. "Why'd you think it was with Puck? I would never kiss Puck."

"Sabrina, I'm not dumb." She rolled her eyes. "I heard him telling Daphne about it a few years ago when she asked him.

I felt my face get hot. He had told Daphne? Did Daphne know?

"Yeah, I just don't remember it that well." I lied again.

Red was looking angrier by the second.

"Sabrina, I told you my story. No one else knows that. I trusted you. And you just lied to me."

"I'm sorry, mine's weird," I admitted.

"I'm a Grimm, now. I know all about weird." She smiled.

My face softened, maybe I could tell her.

"Ok, well, a few days before, he had written 'Captain Doody-head' on my face, with a permanent marker. I had a broken arm. I'm pretty sure I had donut frosting on my face, not that Puck would care." I couldn't believe I was finally telling someone the story. "Granny had forced me to go up to his room, to ask him something, and then, before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. Oh, and his little monkey army saw the whole thing and cheered it on."

"Well, what happened after, did he tell you he loved you? Did you go in for another?" She asked.

"I punched him," I smirked.

Red's mouth was wide open.

"You punched him." The girl repeated.

"Yup," I said, smiling at the memory of his face after I did it.

"Sabrina, you are so cool."

We were silent for a few minutes. I wondered if she thought I was weird after the story. Would she tell anyone?

"Sabrina?" She asked, breaking the silence.

I looked up at her.

"Do you love him?"

I didn't process her question for a second. I hadn't been expecting it at all.

"Well…" I started, hoping I could quickly figure out something to say.

She looked at me expectantly. Did I love him? He was annoying. He was mean. He ignored me and did anything he could to embarrass me. But did I love him?

"No." I blurted out. "I don't."

"Oh," Red said.

"Okay, good conversation. I'm going to bed." I stood up and walked towards her bedroom door.

I carefully climbed up the ladder that led to my bed and slipped underneath my covers. I felt sticky all over again. I'd have to change my sheets tomorrow. But for now, I just stared at the ceiling. I listened to my sister softly snoring beneath me. I heard cars drive past the beach-house. I heard the air conditioner turn on in the hallway. I heard the leaves in the tree outside my window rustle. My phone buzzed. I had slipped it in my waistband. Maybe Granny or one of my parents was texting me to tell me that they hoped I slept well. Maybe there was new drama with my friends back in New York. I yawned and turned it on. But the text that appeared wasn't anything I expected.

Maybe i don't love you either

I sucked in my breath. Puck had heard me. But that's when it hit me. If I didn't love him, then why did I care? I rolled over and pretended I didn't see the text. After all, it was his fault for eavesdropping on us. My phone buzzed again. He was gonna yell at me for ignoring him.

And what i was gonna say earlier, is that i carried you to bed

My heart jumped. I had woken up in my bed but hadn't thought anything of it. He had carried me, so I'd be comfortable.

ty

Yeah i didn't want you to have to sleep on the couch, but I might, pinocchio sleep-talks

omg he does not

Does too

goodnight puck

Goodnight grimm