~Puck~

Day Three:

It was February, and Sabrina and I were in eighth grade. Henry and Veronica had a last-minute work trip they had to go on, so of course, Sabrina, Daphne, and Basil had been dropped off to stay at Granny's for the week. Sabrina and I texted and called almost every day, but it was still more fun to see her in person. She and Daph would come upon random weekends, to see everyone. I missed those days when I knew she looked forward to visiting me. I saw her twice a year now if I was lucky.

"Puck?" I heard a knock on my door.

I was half-asleep in my bed, but I immediately got up at the sound of Sabrina's voice. I smiled as I opened the door. There she was. The beautiful Sabrina Grimm. She had on one of my old t-shirts and a pair of blue plaid pajama pants. Sabrina was known for her collection of pajama pants. Without asking, she walked into my room and towards my bed. It was okay though. I would let that girl walk into my room unannounced any day.

"Who invited you?" I asked, jokingly.

"I invited myself." She smiled, as she crawled under the thick blue covers.

I slipped in next to her and she laid her head on my shoulder. I awkwardly slipped my arm around her, not wanting to screw up the moment. I always got nervous around Sabrina. I had been alive for more than four thousand years, and no girl had ever made me feel the way Sabrina did. I couldn't tell if I hated it or if I loved it. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

"I can't believe they let you guys miss an entire week of school to come up here," I said.

"Well, we didn't really have a choice. You guys are lucky you get a break this week." She responded. "Not that you would go to school anyway."

"Hey," I laughed. "I got a 'perfect attendance award last year!",

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "That's impossible, fairy-boy.

"Nothing's impossible in Ferryport Landing." I winked.

"True…" She murmured.

"But, you're right. I can't get to class on time to save my life." I laughed.

"I knew it." She lightly punched my arm.

"I don't even know why everyone wants me to go to school. They all say it's because I'll need a job in the future, but I'm an EverAfter, I'll never need a job. I survived for four thousand years without a job."

Sabrina turned and looked at me.

"It's because you looked like you were twelve. And twelve-year-olds don't need jobs. But you're growing up, Puck."

We were both silent for a minute, and she laid her head on my chest.

"I know," I whispered.

Her breathing grew steady and I ran my hand through her hair. I saw her almost every other weekend, but I still missed her. I wished she hadn't moved away, but I think she was happier.

"I love you, Grimm," I said.

She adjusted her head, and I worried I had woken her up. But maybe she had never gone to sleep because she lifted her head and stared into my eyes.

"I love you more." She grinned.

But here we were, about two years later. But, I knew Sabrina would rather die than ever say those words to me again. I wondered if it would ever be the same. And I wished I could blame Sabrina for the whole thing. But, I couldn't. 'Sabrina' had sent that stupid text, and I believed that it was her. I was the Trickster King. I was supposed to annoy her, not ignore her for half a year. I didn't know how I hadn't seen through the fake message. But, I did know that for now, everything between us was ruined.

I sat there, at the table, for a few minutes. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go to my room, Pinocchio was in there. I knew Red and Daphne were giggling in one of their rooms, not that I had even wanted to go hang out with them. The last thing I wanted to talk about was boys, nail-polish, and who Zac Efron was most recently dating. I thought about watching TV,, until I heard the sound of some movie coming from the living room. Sabrina must have been in there. So, at last, I decided I'd go on a walk. I walked through the living room, without so much as a glance at Sabrina. She was sprawled across the couch. She didn't look at me either, so it doesn't really matter. Except for the bruise on my ego. I slipped on my shoes, without a word and forcefully opened the front door. It made a loud sound as the lock clicked out of place. I could feel Sabrina's eyes burning a hole in my back. Figures.

My feet sunk into the wet sand. It had been raining for the past hour. The sky was gray and the ocean water was reflecting it. Instead of the usual light green color, it glimmered a dark blue. It looked angry. I smirked, happy that I wasn't the only one in a bad mood. I waded up to my knees. The warm water swirled around my legs and I stared into it. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, except maybe advice. How do you tell the girl you love that you still love her, even if she doesn't love you back? Not surprisingly, the ocean was silent, and I was just as confused as I was before I asked. I shook my head. I was trying to talk to the ocean. I was what Daphne referred to as 'down bad'.

"Hey, man?" I felt a tap on my shoulder and quickly turned around.

It was a man. He was holding out a small camera. I saw two children, both with dark brown hair, similar to Daphne's, wildly running around behind him. There was a lady, too. She was holding a chubby baby.

"Can you take our picture, real quick?" The man asked, still holding out his camera.

"Oh, oh yeah. Yeah, of course, I can." I took it and focused the lens on the family.

They all grinned like they were happy to be there. I clicked a few, before handing the camera back to the father.

"Thank you, so much." He patted me on the back. "Have a good one."

"Mhm…" I said, staring off at the ocean again.

I just wanted to know what to do about Sabrina. I considered asking Jake but decided against it. He'd tell Granny. And the last thing I was going to do was ask Henry. These were the times I wish my dad were still around. For stupid things, like girl troubles. Except if they involved Sabrina, they weren't really stupid. Mustardseed. I went to grab my phone out of my pocket to text my brother, before realizing that it was still on the kitchen counter. I trudged back through the thick sand, that swallowed my feet with every step.

I walked into the house, kicked off my shoes, and slumped onto the couch. Sabrina must have gone back to her room. I opened up my text messages and searched my brother's name.

hey mustardseed i have an issue

I typed, before deleting it. I hadn't talked to my brother in almost two years. Was this really the best thing to randomly text him? But, I told myself that if I was going to ask anyone about this, Mustardseed would be my best bet.

i'm having girl troubles

I read it over and proceeded to delete that, too. I sounded like I was in middle school, asking for advice on how to ask out a girl by the water-fountain. He already thought I was an immature child, I didn't want to give him more proof that I was still a child. Maybe, I just shouldn't text him. But, if I did, would he even answer? The two of us had always had a rough relationship. I was constantly jealous of the bond that Sabrina and Daphne had. But, of course, I would never tell either of them that.

hey mustardseed. call me

I took a deep breath and pressed the glowing blue 'send' button. I shoved my phone in my pocket.

"One, two, three, four," I whispered, trying to calm my nerves. "Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, elev-"

My phone started vibrating. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to go away. I let it ring, till all that was left was a notification.

One missed call from Mustardseed Goodfellow

I cringed at the bright screen. I should have just answered. Now I was going to have to call back. But, as soon as I had gained the courage to call him, Daphne pranced into the kitchen.

"What'd you do to Brina?" She asked. "What's she so upset about?"

She was upset? I hadn't done anything more wrong than she had… was she mad at me?

"I didn't do anything, I swear," I said, taking the opportunity to put my phone back into my pants.

"You sure? She's crying, and she rarely cries." Daphne shot me a disapproving look.

"Why's it always me, when Sabrina starts crying? Don't you think Red or Pinocchio could have upset her, too?"

"No, I don't think Red or Pinocchio could have upset her." Daphne looked me up and down. "You're the only one who can make her act like that, Puck. She loves you."

But, she didn't love me. Not anymore.

"Whatever, Daph," I said, standing up.

Whether I was mad at her or not. I needed to see if she was okay. I walked past Daphne and into the living room. Sabrina had her face in her hands. But I could tell that it was true, and she was crying. I sat down next to her, careful that our knees didn't touch.

"Hey, Brina," I whispered.

"I'm so sorry, Puck." She said quietly.

I was silent. Half of me waiting for her to continue, but half of me just not knowing what to say.

"It's all my fault. I never should have let Owen use my phone."

"It's okay," I lied, when Sabrina got like this, I knew I just needed to be there for her.

"And I'm sorry I told Red I didn't love you." She whispered. "But, I can't just keep throwing the word 'love' around, I have to mean it."

My heart sank. She never thought before she said something. I never liked that about her. It may have been the only thing I didn't. But, I tried to ignore it.

"It's okay, Sabrina, I do stupid stuff all the time." I was glad she couldn't see my face, because there were a few tears that I just couldn't hold back.

"Not as stupid as this." She grumbled.

I wished that she would just tell me she loved me and this stupid mess would be over. But she didn't.

"I never see you anyways, but I don't even know what we are, or what we were back in November. But, clearly, Owen thought we were something we weren't, and felt threatened." the girl took a deep breath. "But, I had no idea that he would ever send a text like that. And now, we haven't talked in six months, and the little feelings we had left for each other are gone, by now."

But now, I was mad. Because my feelings for her weren't gone. And by no means were they little. I wanted to tell her that.

But instead, I just said, "It's okay."

But it wasn't.

"It's not okay, Puck. I knew something like this would happen when I moved away, I just didn't know when. And-"

But, I didn't want to hear any more of it. So, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

I turned on the sink to the coldest it would go. Once there were practically icicles falling out of the faucet, I shoved my hands under the water. I needed to calm down. I needed to calm down. I needed to calm down. When my hands had gone numb, I pulled them out and dried them on the huge hand-towel. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess from the rain. My cheeks were flushed red. My eyes looked watery and swollen. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I was sure it was Mustardseed. I pulled it out. It was. I pressed his contact name, and scrolled until I found the 'block' button. I felt bad, but he had never been there for me. My hands were shaking as I put the phone back into my pocket. They still felt a little numb. I didn't really care though, because all I could think of was Sabrina's words. Had she really stopped loving me in such a short amount of time? Did everything that had ever happened between the two of us really mean that little to her? All the mysteries we had solved together, all the times I'd saved her and Daphne's butts, all the time she snuck into my room, once everyone else was asleep, her first kiss, for God's sake, did it really mean nothing to her? Worst of all, it had only been six months, were our memories really that forgettable?. I knew her sense of time was a little bit different since she'd been alive for sixteen years and I'd been alive for more than four thousand, But love didn't depend on the numbers on a calendar, right? So why did it have to be for Sabrina?