I'm sooooo sorry if last night I spelled your name wrong. I was tired and it was Friday. Today's Saturday. I will try not to write to much because my internet is down so I can't see reviews. Put please, feel free to tell you're friends or something. Man, now I sound like some advertising guy. Anyway, here we go!
Sabrina's POV
English was going by slow today. Every minute seemed like an hour. I was looking at the clock so much I almost didn't here the homework assignment.
"Class, for homework due on Friday, you each have to find a song that suits you. It could be any song in the entire world. Have it done by Friday, though. So Robin, don't wait until the last minute to do this. This assignment takes some thought. I remember when…" our teacher, Ms. Drung, said. And she was right about Puck doing things at the last minute. Literally. Finally the bell rang and I grabbed my bag and ran to my locker.
Standing there was my best friend in the entire world, Peter (These stories have no correlation with each other. I tend to have different characters play different rolls in every one. Just saying. So yes, this is Peter Pan. A lot of him lately, huh?)
"Hey!" he called. I waved at him and walked over to my locker. Hugging him, I opened it and pulled out my algebra books.
"Hey Peter. Did Ms. Drung give you the same homework as us? The song thing?" .I asked. He nodded.
"Like Puck's even going to do it." I snorted. Since he was an Everafter, he new Puck's name.
"Oh I will." Puck said from behind. I whipped around.
"Oh, sure. 'Sabrina, can you do this for me? I was to lazy.'" I said in a mocking voice. His face turned red. He tried to speak words but none would come out, so he stormed off.
"Why does he hate me so much?" Peter asked after a long silence. I shrugged.
"He thinks you're a goody two-shoes." I replied.
"But I'm not. You know that. I'm defiantly not." he argued.
"Tell that to him." I replied. The bell rang.
"Got to go. Study time after school? My house?" I asked. He nodded and I went off to algebra.
Studying with Peter is so much more fun than being alone. We turn up my radio and talk about stuff. While we do our homework, of course.
"Ok. Xp= 4x. What the hell? I hate algebra." I whined. Peter looked at my paper.
"I have no clue. Maybe you could ask Granny?" he asked. We had known each other for so long that he called Granny Relda Granny too.
"No way. I rather get a F than go through another algebra lesson." I sighed.
"Need help there, Grimm?" a voice said from my door. I huffed and looked up.
"Go away, Puck. Go do your own homework." I growled.
"And what if I don't wanna?" he sneered.
"Have you finished your own?" Peter asked.
"As a matter of fact I have, green tights." he growled. Peter through his hands up in surrender.
"All of it, Puck? Even the song page?" I asked. He turned white and ran for his room. I laughed. "Knew he was forgetting something."
Peter laughed to.
'Hey, we should probably get started on that song page to." he said. I groaned, but pulled it out. It looked like this.
What's the song:
Why is it related to you:
Lyrics:
Tell what the lyrics mean:
Tell in what way they are related to you:
Name:
I groaned again.
"Ok. I like Ms. Drung, but she gets way to
depth with these assignments. How do I know what my perfect song is?" I complained.
"Sometimes, what you can't find is right in front of you. Try scrolling through you're IPod." Peter suggested. I nodded and turned it on. The first song was A Place In This World by Taylor Swift. I smiled.
"Found it." I laughed.
"See. Easier than you think, right?" Peter said. I nodded and started to fill out my paper.
What's the song: A Place In This World by Taylor Swift
Why is it related to you: Story of my life
Lyrics: I don't know what I want, so don't ask me
Cause I'm still trying to figure it out
Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking
Tying to see through the rain coming down
Even though I'm not the only one
Who feels the way I do
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world
Got the radio on, my old blue jeans
And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
Feeling lucky today, got the sunshine
Could you tell me what more do I need
And tomorrow's just a mystery, oh yeah, but that's ok
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world
Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission, but I'm ready to fly..
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on
Oh I'm just a girl trying to find a place in this world
Tell what the lyrics mean: I don't know what I want, so don't ask me, cause I'm still trying to figure it out – I seriously don't know if I want to stay here, so quit asking me if I do!
Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking, trying to see through the rain coming down- I can't see the future, so I'm walking as blindly as the rest of you through all this.
Even though I'm not the only one who feels, the way I do- I'm not the only one who feels like their trapped. All the other people do to. Somewhere out there is someone like me. But…
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know-I am alone. Even though you have friends, it's not like there going to be there forever. Sometimes you have to just say "I'm alone." Even my sister abandons me sometimes for Red or Puck. Mom and Dad aren't here, so I am alone. Well, except for Peter.
I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on- I will be strong. I am strong, aren't I? And even though I hate to admit it, I am wrong. I was wrong about Mirror, about Charming, about a lot of things. Oh well. Life goes on.
I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world- I am just a girl. This world is big and I'm trying to find a place in it. That's all.
Got the radio on, my old blue jeans, and I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve- I always have the radio on and my jeans. I try to keep my emotions inside, but let's face it, I fail at that. My heart is on my sleeve 24-7.
Felling lucky to day, got the sunshine, could you tell me what more do I need- Ok, that didn't make sense. I am almost never lucky. I mean, I was lucky that Puck didn't kill me when he found out about the future, but that's like it. The sunshine is almost never out unless I'm with Peter or shopping. And yes, I need a lot of more things. A toothbrush (Puck tore the bristles out,) a hair brush, my own room, more clothes, you got the point.
And tomorrow's just a mystery oh yeah, but that's ok- Ok, so I solve mysteries for a living and yes, my life is one. It's always can I trust him, Can I trust her, should I tell this or not. And yea, it may have been ok when I was 12! But I'm 14 now and sick of it. So not ok.
I'm alone on my own and that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on, oh I'm just a girl trying to find a place in this world- Already wrote those. Not re-writing.
Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission, but I'm ready to fly- Maybe I am just on Earth searching for my goal, mission, whatever, but I'm done. I want to fly, be free and not be stuck in this stupid town!
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on, oh I'm just a girl trying to find a place in this world-Already wrote it!
Tell in what way they are related to you: I just did that on the other page thingy and I'm not doing that again. Sorry.
Name: Sabrina Grimm
I set my pencil down and looked over my work. It looked good, so I put it back in my binder. Peter finished his too.
"I gotta go or mom will be worried." he said. I nodded and he left. I glanced at my clock. 11:30. I was super tired so I pulled out my book, Not Normal and began to read until I fell asleep.
Puck's POV
Humiliated in front of Tights and Grimm. Awful! Worse than awful. Horrid! I ran back to my room. I pulled out that stupid piece of paper. If only I could rip it to shreds. I wasn't going to do it on a Wednesday night, so I stuffed it back in my bag and pulled out my IPod. The least I could do was try to find a song for it. I flipped through Magic, Please Don't Leave Me (yes, I listen to P!nk. Don't judge,) I'll Be by Edwin McCain, Never Going Back again by whats-his-face, Trouble by Nevershoutnever, Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars, Right Now by Asking Alexandria, and others before I found the perfect song. I smiled to myself. Bingo.
The next morning, Marshmallow came downstairs humming that horrid song Friday.
"Marshmallow, would you stop that. That's not even a song." I complained.
"I like it." she said, sticking her tongue out at me. I threw my hands up in surrender.
"If you want to hear a sucking excuse for a song over and over again, be my guest." I said.
"Would you two shut up for one day." Sab-Grimm moaned walking down the stairs. She had bed-head bad and her pajamas stuck to her like glue.
"He started it." The little girl accused, pointing her pink polished nail at me. Grimm glared, her blue eyes feeling like daggers as they bore into mine. It took a lot to not flinch away. But I just stood my ground and smiled.
"What can I say? That's the way I roll." I laughed. She rolled her eyes and took a doughnut from a box on the counter.
"Sabrina! Daphne! Puck! Get ready for school!" Grimm's mother called. I sighed, grabbed about half of the box, and ran back to my room before Marshmallow could yell at me. I quickly changed and ate then sat and started to scrapbook until it was time to go to school. A few minutes in, my door opened and Sab-Grimm came into my room.
"Hey, stinkpot. Daphne's in our room and refuses to let me in and dad is watching some 1930's movie, so here's the only place free." She said, walking toward the west where the waterfall is.
"Fine by me. Just stay out of my way." I snorted. She walked off and I was alone again. A few more minutes past and then Marshmallow poked her head through the door.
"Guys! Time to go!" she yelled. Sab-god I have to remember to call her Grimm. Well, she stepped out from behind the trees and off we were to school. Yay.
Sabrina's POV
School went by even more slowly than before. When social lessons rolled around, I was half asleep. Peter had given me a muffin at lunch, but it didn't do much. I was still super tired.
"Ok class. If you have your papers, please pass them in. You still have one more day, but the faster the better!" Ms. Drung said. I passed my paper in. Surprisingly, Puck did to. I looked at him and all he did was smile. God, every time he smiles like that I get light headed. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the teacher.
"Alright class. For those of you who did the assignment early, you have two choices. One, for extra credit, you may write a song. Or you can be lazy, keep the grade you have, and do nothing. Well, we have tons of time left, so get started." The teacher directed in a sing-song voice. I sighed and pulled out a piece of paper. Why not do the extra credit. I thought.
I sat and thought for awhile. Then something came to me. I quickly wrote it down. (I know she didn't really write this, but it would be cool if she did. So I'm saying she did. Ha.)
You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly
You can be the captain and I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date
You can be the hero and I can be the sidekick
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or you could be the sun when it shines in the mornin'
The bell rang then and I stuffed my paper in my school bag as I rushed out of the room. Apparently I didn't stuff it too deep and Puck took it and began to read it. I quickly took it from him, but he had read the whole thing.
"And who would that be about?" he asked with his smirk on his face.
"None of your filthy beeswax." I shot over my shoulder as I walked over to a waiting Peter.
"Hey, how was it. I see you did the extra credit." He said, slinging his arm around my shoulders.
"Yea. It's hard. This is what wrote so far," I said, handing him the piece of paper. He read it and nodded in approval. "It's good."
"Yea. I guess. Let's go. I'm sick of school." I grumbled. He nodded and we went home.
"So who did you write it for?" Peter asked as we started on the way home.
"Not you too! Puck asked me the same question." I groaned. He laughed like I had just told him a joke.
"I just want to know." He said, putting on his you-can't-resist-me look on his face.
I sighed. "I don't know."
"Oh, are you sure it not for-"
"Don't you dare say his name. Never in a million years will I write a song for him." I growled.
"Are you sure." Peter asked.
"Sure as trees change color and Everafters exist."
"As you wish." He sighed.
"Why? Why do you care who I like?"
"Oh, so you do like him."
"Do not!"
Peter laughed like I had just told him the funniest joke in the world. "Whatever you say, Brina."
I huffed and took out the paper and continued to write.
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry
We reached the house and I stuffed the paper in my pocket so Puck wouldn't see it.
As I walked in I saw Puck at the table with a scowl on his and his head hung over a piece of paper.
"And what would you be doing?" I asked. He jolted up like someone had just shot him with a tazor.
"None of your business Grimm." He growled when he realized it was me.
"Everything you do is my business, dog-face." I said, stealing the paper from him and running to my room with Peter at my tail. Once up to my room, we locked the door and had to move my bed in front of the door to keep Puck out. Once that was done, I looked at the paper. (No, I nor Puck wrote this either. But what I say goes!)
Just the Girl by Robin Goodfellow
She's cold and she's cruel but she knows what she's doin
She pushed me in the pool at our last school reunion
She laughs at my dreams but I dream about her laughter
Strange as it seems she's the one I'm after
Cause she's bittersweet, she knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else
She's a mystery, she's to much for me
But I keep comin back for more
She's just the girl I'm lookin for
"His song makes mine look like a pre-schooler wrote it." I grumbled.
"Does not." Peter said.
"I wonder who this is for." I thought out loud.
"Is little Sabrina jealous?" Peter cooed.
"Shut up." I said, punching Peter in the arm.
"Well, why don't you ask him?" Peter asked.
"Because I don't want to. I just want to know." I whispered.
"I'll tell you when you tell me about yours." A voice said from her window. Puck was there, hovering.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I hated when I locked my door and Puck came through the window. Talk about annoying.
"What's that song you wrote about?" he asked back.
"Nothing. I just wrote words that came to my mind down."
"Liar."
"Am not!"
"I'm going to go. See you later, Sabrina." Peter said, slowly making his way to the door. I decided to yell at him later.
"Just tell me what it's about." I said.
"No. Tell me yours first." Puck said, crossing his arms.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked.
"Yea." He answered.
"Ok. Come here." I whispered. He came closer and closer until he was touching distance. I smiled and did something that surprised him. I punched him.
"That's for being annoying." I said.
"Ow! Fine. I won't tell you what mines about then." Puck said, snatching the paper away from me.
"Ok." I sneered. He smirked and flew back down to the ground. Suddenly it hit me. I brought out my paper again.
Cause you're the one for me for me
And I'm the one for you for you
You take the both of us of us
And we're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two
You can be the prince and I can be the princess
You can be the sweet tooth and I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages
You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don't care as long as we're together
I sighed when I was out of words in my mind. Laying back on my bed I closed my eyes. I need music. I grabbed my IPod and turned it on to my favorite song, Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift.
The way you move is like a full on rain storm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless that should send me running
But I kinda know I won't get far
This was starting to remind me of someone…no, not Peter, as most do.
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't
See what I was thinking of
I decided to ignore the thought that this reminded me on something and chose to thing about that stupid song the fairy wrote down stairs. About Puck, to be exact. How was it I got the best ideas when I was around him?
Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain
Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
Speaking of Puck, I do see sparks when he smiles. But mostly because his teeth are being drilled with a mega-toothbrush.
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Give me something that will haunt me
When you're not around
I remembered the first time I ever saw Puck as "cute." He's green eyes had shown and gotten to me in a way I will never forgive myself for. And as for the haunting part, that stupid lecture about good and bad still haunted me. Even when he wasn't around.
Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
There goes the sparks again flying from his pearly teeth…wait, what am I saying? He's teeth aren't white! And how do I know what his teeth look at all?
My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something
You find I'm even better than you thought I would be
Yea. Thanks to remind me that Puck's a bad idea I yelled at my brain. Wait, was I really thinking and comparing Puck, the bane of my existence, to my all-time favorite song? Uhg! Now he's invading my personal life. God damn him! I yanked the earplugs out of my ears. I needed to have a talk with the trickster king.
Puck's POV
I flew back into the house with my paper in my hand. I didn't get the big deal. Why couldn't she tell me who that freakin song was about. I sighed and sat back at the table and continued to write. This was fun.
She can't keep a secret
For more than an hour
She runs on 100 proof attitude power
And the more she ignores me
The more I adore her
What can I do
I'd do anything for her
"Watcha writing?" Marshmallow asked, skipping in from the closet, have finally found her ballet slippers.
"School work." I grumbled.
"Can I read?" she asked, but before I could answer, she took the paper. Typical.
"Is this for Sabrina?" she asked.
"Maybe, maybe not." I growled. She squealed.
"Stop the squealing Daph. Fairy boy, I need to talk to you." Grimm said, walking downstairs. Marshmallow just pouted and went up to the girls room.
"What is it piggy? I'm busy." I said.
"It's bugging the crap out of me. Just tell me who that song is for." she said.
"Why should I. You won't tell me yours. I already know." I said. I didn't know who's hers was about.
"Oh really? Then who?" she asked with a smirk on her face.
"Um…Tights?" I guessed. She tilted her head back and laughed her bell-ish laugh. Then she drew closer to me and shook her head. "Guess again."
"Um…anyone?"
She shook her head again. So much for being smart.
"I give up." I sighed. She laughed again and kept laughing until it looked like something went ding in her head.
"You going to tell me?" I asked. She just stared at me like I was a freak.
"I gotta go. And I'm guessing, since you won't tell me, that that song is for me." Grimm said, running up the stairs, almost tripping several times. I was hocked at her answer, because now that I think about it, it is for her. She is cruel, knows what she's doing (sometimes) and she laughs at my dreams. Yet I find myself dreaming about her. Crap.
Sabrina's POV
I can't believe it! While I was talking to Puck, I realized that my song is about him. He's the peanut butter to my jelly, the butterflies in my belly, and I want to be his princess and I would be with him no matter what he was. I hate this feeling. I quickly ran up to my room and grabbed the papers and threw them in the fire. No way was I going to let him figure out I had written him a song, and I had spent forever on it which made it worse.
Unfortunately, Daphne saw what I did.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked. I quickly whipped around and blushed.
"Um…I didn't like it." I fumed. I was stumped. Caught. But Daphne just shrugged and went back to stretching. I lied back on the bed and closed my eyes.
"I thought it was a good song for you and Puck." The little girl whispered.
Damn.
So how was that? It's super long. I have an opening for characters now. If you would like to be a character in the next few stories, review. No forcing needed. Again, no forcing needed. So, I'll be back to typing Friday. See ya then.
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