Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, yeah, I DO NOT OWN THE SISTERS GRIMM!!!!!!!
If I did I would sell it for an unlimited supply of MARSHMELLOWS!!!
jk, jk!
But I do own Stacy, Hayley, PJ, and Ryan!!!! ^^
(You'll find out who they are sooner or later)
A/N: I got Writer's Block writing Puckabrina and had pity on Daphne who at the time had no one in her life, so I decided to write a few chapters about Daphne and her point of view on everything. If you like this chapter, then maybe I'll end up making this a Sabrina G. & Dapne G. fanfic!
You decided. Though I doubt it cuz most fanfiction Sisters Grimm readers like reading fanfics cuz of the Puckabrina. So...eh...idk.
Sorry for those who I've promised a Puckabrina in the 4th chapter, but I think that will definitely be the 5th. The 6th chapter will be basically set the same way as this one, Daphne's POV.
Plus, please let me know if I slipped and put in Hanky anywhere. Sorry, but I changed his name since some of you thought it unusual, not wanting to to give out names but my sister threatened to delete the whole story so now I changed his name. But still, in my mind, he looks better as an Andy than a Hanky. Eh, just let me know if I messed up or if you don't like the name.
I would like to thank everyone for reviewing! Thanx sooo much guys!!! Luvya!
Now on with the story...
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4. Cloudy With a Chance of Laughs
Move Along ~ All American Rejects
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Daphne's point of view...
I sit on the ledge of my window, looking out at all the rain drenching the world outside.
The millions of droplets pitter-patter against the glass as I lay still on the purple checkered comforter over the window seat and wonder how everything became the way it is.
Only last month, I was playing with Andy and watching a new movie on Disney Channel, oblivious to the one person I knew now will hate my guts forever. And yet at the same time, he is the one person I haven't been able to stop thinking about ever since I first looked into his deep blue eyes.
It all started a while back, after Puck came back from Asia, staying at Aladdin's kingdom in Baghdad--who knew the Arab Everafters were such good friends with Queen Titania?--and convinced Sabrina that life isn't all full of sadness and despair.
I wish someone could convince me the same...
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"Daphne, hurry up! It's time for school!" yelled Sabrina as she knocked on my door.
I grumbled and mumbled, turning over and pulling my pillow over my head. After all these years, I still liked getting my "beauty sleep", as Mom called it.
And let me tell ya, whoever came up with the idea that school should start in the morning should have been hung, drawn, and quartered like the Jews in the Inquisition we learned about at school!
I heard my bedroom door open and suddenly felt something tickling my feet. Being as ticklish as ever, and curious as to what in the world is going on, I looked out from under the covers and saw Andy, my little 5-year-old brother, tickling my feet.
"Come on, Daffy, we're gonna be late for school!" he whined, as I pulled my feet up and away from his little fingers.
"What are you so worked up about, Andy? It's just school. You get homework to study for test that make you end up with even more homework!"
"Well, Mommy says to go downstairs 'cause you gotta eat before we go!" At this, I perked up a bit.
"Is it my favorite?"
"Yep; she made Limburger Pancakes with glow-in-the-dark maple syrup! Granny's recipe!" Andy, you see, was as absolutely in love with Granny's cooking as I was.
The news instantly changed my mood and in the next second, I ushered Andy out and began going through my closet, the ebony one with the huge horse poster on the side.
My latest stage, as Dad calls it, is my "horse obsession". What started out as an interest in ponies as a little girl has now blossomed into an obsession as a teenager.
Well, I supposed you could call it obsession; watching every horse-race on TV, doodling horse-shoes all over my notebooks, putting up horse posters all over my bedroom walls, and filling my shelf with every miniature horse I could get my hands on.
And the family's been a good supply of my collection of everything "horse".
Dad got me a stack of books all about horses, fiction and informative, while Sabrina bought me a pair of slippers with a horse face on the end of each pair.
Puck sent me his stuffed unicorn, Krayven the Deceiver, that he used to sleep with a long time ago. Though I'm not sure how long "long ago" actually is.
Mom got me necklace with a silver lucky horse-shoe, Granny Relda sewed me a purple winter sweater with a horse and horse shoes stitched on the front, and Andy colored me a picture of a rainbow horse which I loved and hung up on my wall even though he colored outside the lines.
Finally, after a few minutes of raiding my huge closet, I decided on a white Hurley t-shirt with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and slipped on my new black high-tops I got from Dad on my last birthday.
Quickly braiding my chestnut brown hair into two pig-tails and leaving my bangs to rest flat against my forehead, I skip down the stairs towards the kitchen.
"'Morning!" I said as I sat in the empty chair between Mom and Sabrina. "Where's Dad?"
Puck was sitting on Sabrina's other side and I couldn't help but notice them holding hands over the table. Aww!
"Good morning, sweetie," said Mom, pouring me some orange juice. "Your dad had to leave early for work. But Puck came over for a visit this morning. He's staying a couple blocks down at your uncle's and wanted to drop by. Did you know Queen Titania sent him all the way over to Baghdad, Asia?"
"Yeah, Brina told me. Hey, Puck!"
"'Mornin', marshmellow," he said.
"How was life with the Arabs? Did you get to ride on Aladdin's magic carpet?!"
"Uh, Daphne, we already did ride it back in Ferryport Landing, remember?" asked my sister, picking at her pancakes like it might sprout two heads and nine eyes any minute.
"Oh, yeah. But still, there should be one there too. Anyways, did you have fun playing with all the elephants there?!"
"Yeah, but there were barely any for me to play with. See, there are three living species of elephants, marshmellow: the African Bush Elephant, the African Forest Elephant, and the Asian Elephant that's also known as the Indian Elephant. So only King Aladdin had one, cause they're pretty rare in Baghdad, seeing as how elephants would get pretty thir--"
"Who knew you would learn so much from going there? We should send you over-seas more often, Puck," I said, but a glare from Sabrina stopped me from adding more. I sure didn't wanna joke about separating the two lovebirds any longer than they already had to stay apart.
But Puck just waved the comment off with a scowl.
"AS I WAS SAYING--"
"Puck, don't yell!" said my sister, slapping her boyfriend lightly on the arm. "Seriously, stop being so immature! You're turning 18 soon, already! You might as well act your age!"
With his mouth full, Puck didn't have a choice other than to stay silent lest Mom back up the comment by scolding him about talking with a full mouth.
"Anyways, as I was saying...the elephants over in Baghdad would get pretty thirsty with the hot sun. And damn, was that sun HOT!"
"Puck, mind your language at the table!" said Mom, though I could see a slight twinkle in her big brown eyes that I inhereted. "My parents went on a trip throughout the whole Middle East for their honeymoon. Don't ask me why; it really is blazing hot down there, as they told me."
"S'anyways, were there camels there?" I asked, after swallowing a bite of the stinky yet delicious pancakes with dripping, mouth-watering syrup.
"Yep! Camels and horses. Fast horses too! You should have been there, marshmellow, since you seem to like horses so much now."
"You have no idea! Daphne's SO obsessed with horses now it's not even funny."
"Sabrina, your sister's just going through a stage!" said Mom.
"I'm not making fun of her or anything! I like horses too. Just not obsessed," she said, saying the last part under her breath that I had to strain to hear it.
Ever since we moved here, she's been pretty bitter. When Puck came back, Mom and Dad were ecstatic, knowing her attitude was sure to change. Though the progress's been pretty slow at times. She's still as stubborn as ever, with an attitude of the Grand Canyon, but to a whole new degree.
"So, did you play any pranks on the Arabs?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Ha, well, let's see--"
"Puck, no!" said Sabrina, interrupting her fairy boyfriend before he could start on all the mischievous pranks he pulled. "Don't start, not when Andy's upstairs listening in on new prank ideas! If he grew up with you, I don't know how worse he could be! I always used to talk to him about you--"
"You talked to your little brother about me?!" Puck asked curiously, one eyebrow arched, and I noticed a soft blush crawl up my sister's face.
"Not-- I-- Don't assume-- Just becau-- Shut up, Puck! As I was saying, ever since I told him about you and what kind of pranks you played on us when we were still in Ferryport Landing, Andy's been nothing but trouble!"
"Now, Sabrina, he hasn't been that bad," Mom contradicted, a soft smile on her face.
"Oh, yes, he has! Putting his little pet frog in my bed, coloring all over Daphne's bedroom walls, getting Uncle Jake's help to put tar on the handle bars of our bikes-- It's not funny!"
"Oh, yes it is, sissy!" I said, giggling, even though the crayons thing got me pretty mad at the time.
"So, I see little Andrew's grown into a Junior Trickster! GOOD JOB, ANDY BOY!!!" he hollered to my little brother upstairs.
"THANKS!!!" Andy yelled back in his high, adorable little-boy voice.
"Too bad, I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve," he said, his green eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Puck, you didn't plan something, did you?" asks my annoyed sister, immediately picking up on the familiar mischievous glint.
"Who, me?!" he said, looking up at us in what he most likely thought were 'innocent' eyes.
One thing I learned from Sabrina over the years is that however cute Puck might seem, he's still the Prince of Juvenile Delinquents and spiritual guide for millions of complainers, criminals, and convicts everywhere and will never give up on pranking. And believe me, cute to her! Gag, I could never consider Puck--who's like my older brother, for goodness sake--to be cute!
"Puck!" she said.
"Mffnorfushtiknat," he says, stuffing his face in the pancakes as I take a bit out of mine.
"What?" asks Sabrina.
"I said, krivksryitfnuyartiscvuitiknufin!"
"What?!"
After finishing with my fourth helping of the exotic, Limburger pancakes, I joined Sabrina in trying to figure out what Puck's trying to say.
"We're gonna be late so let's go!" he finally said.
And so, I grabbed my bag from near the fridge and followed my sister and her fairy boyfriend out of the back door. Then I remembered to hold it out as Hanky finally came down from brushing his teeth.
"Daphne, sweetie, can you please hold Andy's hand to the bus stop so he won't run off and get lost?" my apprehensive mother said.
I nodded softly.
Even though she may get a little overprotective from time to time, I get her point. She couldn't bear it if something happened to Hanky.
Ever since he awoke from his coma that lasted up to three weeks after he, Sabrina, Puck, Uncle Jake, and I got back out of the Book of Everafters, Mom hasn't let him out of her sight for more than a few seconds.
Eventually, she let him go to pre-school, but that isn't as long as actual school. And so now, I had to watch out for my little brother, lest he be taken by evil goblins or vengeful old Scarlet Hand members.
As I heard Sabrina and Puck bicker for the millionth time since the day he made us go over his cliff back in Ferryport Landing, I held Andy's hand tight and wished for the bus to come quickly and take us away to NYC High School.
After a while, Andy's bus arrived and I waved goodbye, wishing him luck. Then I was left to stand alone at the dirty curb with the two love-sick seniors.
I looked up at the deep blue sky, bright from the shining sun, and caught the sound of an unusually quiet morning. Barely a few birds roamed the open skies on such a quiet day. Strange. Usually, mornings in New York City were anything but quiet.
I remembered when I used to hang out with Sabrina and wait for the bus to come and pick her up for Elementary School so long ago. How many years has it been? 9? 10?
It seemed like eternity.
I couldn't fully remember a day before we were forced again and again into the Foster Care system or moved from one cruel family to another by that mean, disgusting, old Ms. Smirt!
The faint sound of kids' laughter arose as the bus pulled up and our joly Irish driver opened the door.
After greeting him with a "G'morning, Mr. Joe" and a smile, I followed my sister and the not-so-ex-Trickster King up the small steps and down the aisle.
I looked around and try to find my friends, Red Grimm and Hayley Carroll.
I scanned the rows until I found them; the quiet girl in the red and the bouncy blond trying to get Red to answer in more than mono-syllables for the hundredth time. Grinning like an idiot, I quickly walked over to them before they had a chance to realize this was my stop.
...Yeah, Red and I were still friends and she's aged along with me so she doesn't get left behind. See, after we defeated the Scarlet Hand, Uncle Jake took a curious interest in Goldilocks. Eventually, after months of declining him time and time again, Goldi fell in love with him as well.
I'm not sure exactly how it happened. One minute my foolish uncle was still mourning for his passed-away love and Goldi was still hopelessly pining after a man she could never have. The next thing you know, the two doomed lovers faced the truth and gradually fell in love with each other.
Again, don't ask me how it happened; I'm not "old enough" to know the details, as my dear sister said.
But I've heard her and her new best friend, Stacy Patrocy, long-lost 300-year-old daughter of Rapunzel, gossip of how she heard Uncle Jake followed Goldi home and professed his new undying love for her.
So then, when Baga Yaga never got new guardians, the Scarlet Hand members raided her forest and killed her.
Many Everafters escaped out of Ferryport Landing to travel the world. But some still stayed; having spent so long there, they couldn't imagine life elsewhere.
Mr. Charming was re-elected as town mayor and married Snow soon after we escaped from the Everafter Book; now they are currently living with a set of twin girls who drive their father crazy everyday, yet he still loves them, which is just plain adorable!
Cindy and Tom, Stacy's mother, the "little" mermaid--whose friends are getting her on a diet--and the rest of the princesses and princes, along with some witches, animals, and half-breeds stayed with Snow and Charming too. And now, they all live peacefully together in Ferrypot Landing, New York.
Uncle Jake and Goldi got married a bit after the mayor and my old teacher. Later, they adopted Red into their new family so she would have a real mom and dad. It was also because Goldi was a kind soul and couldn't help asking Red to join their happy family.
So now, they all live a couple blocks down from us; Uncle Jake, Aunt Goldi, Red, and her little 4-year-old brother, Ryan.
However, Mr. Clay's been staying with Granny Relda at their farm in Delaware. They come over for a visit every Christmas while we go visit them in the summer. Every summer we had fun; playing with the horses, cows, and chickens and swinging on the old tire on a rope in the trees...
As I took my seat next to Hayley, she leaned forward and put an arm around me, giving me tight and warm embrace. After the first few minutes of knowing her, I noticed my new friend was a hugger, needing to hug every person she meets and give them a hug every time she sees them again, whether on a scheduled meet or out-of-the-blue.
"Hey, Lee. Hey, Red."
"Hey, Daph-o-dil," she said as Red smiled in greeting. Apparently, Hayley was using my new nickname for this week. "How've you been? Weekend treated you fine?"
"Okay, I guess. Puck came back. You know, my sister's old fairy boyfriend."
Since Hayley was the youngest daughter of one of Lewis Carroll's who-knows-how-many-greats grandchildren, was currently working undercover in the Golden Egg--making sure the Everafters of New York were happy and not filing complaints against the Carroll & Grimm Embassy of Everafter Welfare--and a die-hard Trickster King fan, she knew basically all there was to know about his highness.
Everything, including the fact that no one's heard anything from him ever since Queen Titania came to Ferryport Landing and took him away after the barrier broke down.
"Gasp! His highness's back?!"
"Lee! He is NOT all that!"
"Oh, yes, he is! Did you hear he got injured fighting a Jabberwocky, like, five years ago?! If one of those things went after me I would run like the wind, coward that I am! But no, the Trickster King stood his ground and battled it like there was no tomorrow! And even when he got his winds pulled off--which musta hurt, lemme tell ya--he still had his bravery and honor! And did you hear about the time he fought in the Everafter War and--"
"I know, Hayley! I was there!"
"Oh, yeah..." she said, with a sheepish smile. "Ooh! Can you get me his autograph?! Please, please, please, please, PLEASE DAPHNE?!?!?!"
"Hayley! He's not a celebrity, you know!"
"Yu-huh."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yu-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"YU-HUH!"
"NU--"
"GUYS!" We both looked up at the interruption and saw Red, staring at us in big moon eyes and jerking her head in the direction of said fairy.
There was Puck, sitting right across from us yet so totally unaware of anything around him, hand in hand with my sister and whispering incomprehensible words in her ear.
"If you're so sure whether he is or isn't a celebrity, why don't you ask him yourself?!"
Huh. Always leave it to Red to break up arguments. Even though she's quiet, you should know enough to get out of her way if you're raising your voices. That girl sure does like her peace and quiet, alright!
"But if you ask him, of course he'll say yes!" I pointed out. "He's humongously cocky with an ego of Texas! Of COURSE he'd consider himself a celebrity!"
"Great, then let's ask him!" said Hayley.
"Lee, no--"
"Hey Puck!" she called.
"HUH?!" he replied confusedly, looking around and wondering where the heck the little voice came from. Finally, Sabrina poked him and pointed over in our direction, and he yelled over all the ruckus of the students in the big, tumbling bus, "WHAT?!"
"Do you consider yourself a celebrity?" Hayley asked, batting her eyelashes hopelessly.
"What?"
"I said, do you consider yourself a celebrity?!"
"What?!"
"Do you consider yourself a celebrity?!"
"Sorry, the noise its too loud! What is it again?!"
"I SAID--"
"Sorry, you're gonna have to raise your voice, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
As Hayley tried to scream the question for the fifth time, I looked over at Puck, who had a troublesome glint in his eyes and smile he was trying to hide, and I suddenly realized he was having fun with this.
I caught my sister's eye and saw that she had the same disapproving look on her face that I probably mirrored, but was nonetheless fighting a smile herself.
"LOUDER!!!" Puck yelled, his voice booming in the full bus. Unfortunately, Hayley didn't notice that everyone had started to quiet down after the Trickster King's last comment and tried to higher her question to drown out his, signs of frustration written all over her face.
"DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A CELEBRITY?!?!?!?!" my poor friend yelled into the quietness of the bus.
"Why no, Miss Carroll, I don't go as fer as thinkin I'm a ceelebertee. What an odd question," called Joe, the bus driver from up front, his Irish accent as thick as ever with a sprinkle of knowing humor.
A few snickers and giggles erupted the vehicle and the next thing I knew, Red, Sabrina, Puck, and even Hayley and me were on the edge of our seats in fits of laughter while all the other high-schoolers stared at us with questioning glances and nervous chuckles.
A/N: I'm not updating till the number of reviews reaches 45.
Yes, I am indeed evil.
Just say if you like it, hated it, if it was funny, if it was lame, whatever you want. And if fanfiction said you already reviewed this chapter because I deleted chpt 2 (the Author's Note) then just log out and put your penname as your name in the review.
Also, I'm making six free people. Here's how it goes...
You give a review saying you want the free guy #1, free guy #2, free guy #3, free girl #1, free girl #2, or free girl #3. The first one who says they want the free-OC's gets them.
Also, you have to include the basics in the review; their full names, their looks, interests, hobbies, "label", whether they're Everafters or normal humans or descendants of old story tellers (story tellers like Grimms, Andersens, Carrolls, etc...), whether or not they die, etc.
Ages will be...guy#1 is 18; guy#2 is 14; guy#3 is 14; girl#1 is 17; girl#2 is 14; girl#3 is 5.
HOWEVER, for girl#3, you choose everything except last name, which has already been decided. She will be explained later on and yes, like guy#3, she is important. Kinda.
Feel free to PM/review if you have any questions.
Remember, 45 reviews before the next update!
~Ly ^^