Disclaimer: If I owned The Sisters Grimm I wouldn't even be on fanfiction so DUH, I Do Not Own The Sisters Grimm!

A/N: Nothing to say today. Mad that only ONE person wanted a free character. THEY'RE FREE FOR PETE'S SAKE!

And sorry for the shortness.

Now read on.

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6. Make-Up, In More Ways Than One

Battlefield ~ Jodin Sparks

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Sabrina's point of view...

After a long day full of friends, school, and work, I retire to my bedroom to do some over-due homework. I do NOT want to fall behind another year, that's for sure.

Yeah, even though I don't wanna admit it, I fell back a year when we first moved back home from Ferryport Landing and Daphne and I enrolled in the nearest school. Mom blamed the Scarlet Hand - mainly ex-mayor Heart - for not teaching me anything to pass 8th grade in NYC. Dad blamed Mom for never explaining more stuff and helping me with homework back when we all lived together - before the kidnapping by Oz. Daphne thought I was just sad because we left Ferryport Landing.

But none of them got it. Daphne was the closest yet nowhere near the right answer.

The truth was, I missed Puck. Every night, I would fall asleep crying and listening to sad songs on my i-pod over and over again until my eyes were dry and it hurt to even think. Then every morning I would wake up thinking about him. I would wonder if we were still living in Ferryport Landing, what kind of prank would he have planned for me that day?

Dying my hair pukish green? Spraying paint all my clothes red and yelling to anyone in close proximity I was the next Scarlet Hand leader? Replace all clean clothes with an old bag when I was taking a shower so I would have to come down to breakfast looking like a sack of potatoes?

After we defeated the Scarlet Hand, Puck and I grew closer and closer, spending more time with each other until Dad threatened to send me off to military school if I didn't focus on other things. But after a while, he realized it was hopeless cause.

Puck would sometimes go into my room late at night - with the door open, if course - and hum a lullaby to me as he lay over the covers and me under, falling asleep to his voice, or I would go into his "outdoor" room and we would lie on many blankets and pillows, holding one another under the starry sky, and looking for constellations as we talked about numerous things.

True, we fought from time to time. Sometimes Puck just hated me randomly and it was only till later that I found out that he thought he had lost his reputation when he admitted he loved me. Then another time he threatened to prank me repeatedly if I ever again tried to "get rid" of his chimpanzees. That didn't go so well and we ended up not talking for days, him pranking me and me trying my hardest to ignore him. Of course we always "kissed and made up" as Daphne puts it, quite literally to tell you the truth.

Then after a month or so though, we got in another fight that started off with an innocent little bag of make-up and a hyacinth bridesmaid dress.

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Flashback

"You look pretty today," Puck said as I came down the stairs. It was the day of Uncle Jake's and Goldi's wedding and I was dressed as one of Goldi's bridesmaids - wearing a halter-top dress full of hyacinth silk and darker blue flowers embroidered on the bottom, along with Mom and Snow, while Daphne wore a simple white fluffy dress as the flower girl along with Red, whom was adopted into the newlyweds' family later that day.

"Just pretty?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well - uh - what I meant was - uh - it's not - you don't - " I had to admit, it was fun watching him squirm for words. "Sabrina, you look absolutely beautiful. Gorgeous. Out of the ordinary. So better than ordinary. Beautiful beyond comparison!" I blushed at his comment as Mom handed me a flower bouquet of white roses and blue hydrangeas. Then another thing crossed my mind.

"Whaddya mean, better than ordinary?!" I asked, one hand on my hip, the bouquet in the other.

"Uh - Brina - that's not what I meant! I said you looked beautiful didn't I?" he said.

"Yeah, but you didn't answer my question. What did you mean by better than ordinary?!" I demanded, ignoring Daphne's annoying hum of "The Bridal March" and baby Andy's high shrieks of delight as Dad tossed him up in the air.

"I meant...well, I guess...well, you just look better than normal..." he said, sentence fading out halfway.

"So you mean I looked ugly before, huh? Typical. A plain girl's good to cuddle with and pull pranks on but throw a dress where her boobs pop out and splash some paint on her eyes and lips and BAM, she's beautiful? Great Puck. Just great!" I said, following Daphne and Red out the door.

"Sabrina! That is SO not what I mean!" he yelled after me, but I ignored him and went into the limousine, sitting between Mom and Daphne. Throughout the whole ride we ended up ignoring each other. Then at the reception, I caught him dancing with another girl then kissing her.

It turned out that he was only doing it to make me jealous and apologized when he found me sitting alone in the lobby of the hotel, crying silently and thinking we were definitely over. The apology turned into something more and when Daphne and Red finally found us, our faces were beet red, lips swollen and paranoia risen. And after we all cut the huge wedding cake, with real bluebirds hovering inches away from each heavily-frosted layer, the whole fight was set aside, forever forgotten.

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Back to present

Truth be told, after a year of being together then torn apart, I missed him terribly. Even his infuriating pranks and immature attitude.

I began to fall behind on my classes, avoiding homework like a plague, talking back to teachers, breaking dodge-ball rules and whipping the ball just to make kids cry. I even skipped classes and locked myself in a bathroom stall, crying my eyes out and punching the first guy or girl to make a comment about my red blotchy face.

It became worse and worse until Mom and Dad decided to take me to see a counselor. Because of the whole Rumpelstiltskin incident a while back, I would only agree to see a professional one, mainly one with a real recent birth date. And so I found enough energy in me to at least try to not fail school and somehow managed to get by on straight C's.

And now that Puck's back and enroled as a senior to make school a little less miserable for me, I was definitely trying harder so I can graduate with him and we could move onto college together.

With that being said, I lay down on my bed, pulling the covers close around me, turn off my bedside lamp, and willingly give myself to sleep.

They say sleep throws both body and mind into a blissful peace.

So I don't have anything to worry about until the sixth period chemistry test tomorrow afternoon.

Right?

A/N: Again, sorry for the shortness.

The free-OC's thing is still on.

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