Disclaimer: I own nothing. Yeah, sad.
Sorry for the shortness.
7. Thanksgiving
That's How You Know ~ Demi Levato
"Puck, can I have the remote?"
"No."
"Please?!"
"No."
"Pretty please?!"
"Why?"
"Cause I wanna change the channel."
"No."
"But I wanna watch MTV!"
"Oh. Well, in that case, NO!"
"Puck!" I whine. "Gimme the remote!"
"WHY?! Wrestling is educational and important! It teaches you the basics and shows how champions prove themselves."
You know, normal people would be watching a football game on a Thanksgiving Sunday afternoon. But no, my crazy fairy boyfriend enjoys wrestling before the big meal. Don't ask me why, I honestly have no idea.
"But I wanna watch the new music videos, not see silly, fat guys push each other around in their underwear!"
"That is not underwear, that's a champion's uniform of fame, glory and honor! Besides, if you wanna hear some silly songs, go listen to your little frog-pod thing."
"It's called an iPod! God, sometimes you're just too clueless, Puck!"
"If I'm so clueless, leave me to be educated by our 21st century friend, the television set!"
"Sabrina! Can you call your sister and Red to come help us with the Thanksgiving dinner?" Mom calls from the kitchen. "The whole meal's going haywire, we're all busy, and we need someone to bake the brownies."
"Daphne! Red! Come downstairs! Granny, Mom, and Goldi are cooking in the kitchen and need your help with the brownies!" I yell as I lean over Puck. He and I are sitting at the couch in Granny's living room watching wrestling, while the women are cooking and baking and who knows what else.
Yeah, it's true I should be calling Goldi as Auntie, though she hates it when people call her a wife or anyone's aunt, let alone a mother, even if her son is currently having a play-date upstairs with Andy and the Charming twins. So she made Daphne and I refrain from calling her Aunt Goldi. She also said she would boil us alive if we call her anything other than her nickname. Even though no one takes Goldi's threats seriously--seeing as how she looks like an angel who communicates with animals and enjoys rearranging furniture, not an heir of Baga Yaga--we still call her Goldi in case she turns out like one of those OCD freaks who spaz on you out of nowhere. No offense to any OCD people, of course.
Barely two seconds after I call them, young teen footsteps are heard trampling like elephants down the stairs.
"Did someone say brownies?" asks Red, who doesn't usually say much, so it's enough to surprise Puck so I can take the remote from his hand.
"Hey!" he protests angrily.
"Oh, stop being such a baby!" I say to him, then turn to the girls. "And yeah, Granny, Mom and Goldi need you guys to bake the brownies for the Thanksgiving dinner in a few hours. They're pretty up-tight since Elvis slobbered all over the mashed potatoes and I may have accidentally set the turkey on fire."
"Oh, no!" cries Red.
"Why don't you help with the brownies, Brina?" asks Daphne.
"Daphne, did you not hear what I just said about the turkey? You know I'm pretty bad at cooking. The only thing I can make without ruining some way or another is grilled cheese. Well, 54 percent of the time."
"What about the other 46 percent?" asks Red instantly, being quite the mathematician.
"She sets the microwave on fire 'cause she forgets to take the plastic wrapping off the cheese," Puck puts in as he suddenly begins tickling me then pulls the remote from my hand when I let go for just the smallest second.
"Puck!" I whine.
"Wha-at?" he shoots back in a sing-song voice.
"Give me the freakin' remote!" I yell, trying to get it while he moves his arm out of my reach, all the while keeping his eyes glued to the tv screen.
"Where's Dad and Uncle Jake?" asks Daphne.
"We're out of coke, so they went to the nearby supermarket to get some," I explain while trying, unsuccessfully, to retrieve the remote from the idiot wrestling-obsessed fairy.
"Why's there no coke?" my sister asks again while making her way towards the kitchen.
"Oops. My bad," Puck says with a huge burp as he tosses aside an apparently empty soda can.
"Typical," I reply, picking up the can and tossing it is the nearby trash bin.
"Wow, Puck, you drink a LOT!" says Red.
"You have no idea," says Daphne as they make their way towards the kitchen.
"Hey, I am a growing boy!" he yells after the two.
At the same time, Mr. Clay comes down holding a wailing Ryan a yard away with his chubby knee leaking thick drops of blood and the front door opens to give way to the Grimm brothers, arms overflowing with bags of soda cans, laughing their heads off.
"QUIET! Mr Fuji's about to half-nelson King Curtis! Curtie's already beat so bad that Fuji may win this round! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR FUJI MAY WIN THE CHAMPIONSHIP! HE WILL BE THE MOST UNSTOPPABLE-- "
"Will someone please shut that boy up!" Dad yells as Uncle Jake gives him his bags and makes his way over to the now-confused, yet still crying Ryan.
"Gladly," I say, as an idea suddenly pops into my head. I take action and block Puck's view by bringing my lips down in his in a capturing kiss. Certainly not what Dad meant, I know, but good enough to get Puck to shut up and surrender the remote.
"Ha! And the Queen of Sneaks steals the remote from the Trickster King and the crowd goes wild!" Literally. Mom and Goldi came in the living room screaming their heads off because the back-up turkey got burnt and there's no more turkeys left in the fridge.
"Ugh! I guess that means another trip to the supermarket!" groans Uncle Jake. "You women sure know how to drive a man insane."
"But you still love us," Goldi says, calming down to give her husband a short but passionate kiss before taking Ryan from his arms then pushing him out into the cold November rain.
"You too, bud," Mom warns Dad.
"What? I don't get a kiss?" But unfortunately, Mom is more short-tempered than Goldi and throws a big wooden spoon after Dad as he runs out and slams the door behind him, barely escaping his wife's animosity.
I go back to the tv and change the channel to MTV, and sit back in contempt pride.
"Grr," Puck grumbles from besides me.
"Oh, stop acting like a big baby! Seriously, Puck, you are the sorest loser I ever had the misfortune to meet. In fact-- "
But before I can finish my sentence, I find myself suddenly air-born, then crashing down onto the poor sofa, which makes me spring back up again. Then before I know it, I find myself in a cage made by Puck's arms, encircling me in an iron grip.
I try to wiggle out but he interrupts me, saying, "No, Brina, I'll have none of that! Sit still would ya?"
And that is my only choice, seeing as how he is much stronger than me. So I sigh in defeat and he curls me in a ball against his chest, holding me more securely than iron chains, though this is definitely a more comfortable situation to find oneself in.
I try to glare daggers at him but fail miserably, for I know Puck himself knows I only barely mean it. Instead of releasing me however, he tightens his hold and his lips take the form of his trademark smirk, his eyes sparkling with the familiar mischievous glint.
Suddenly, I find his lips on mine for the second time that afternoon, capturing my lips in a lengthy kiss so sweet and tender that I wonder for a second if he switched places with Mustardseed, for I know the Trickster King's younger brother had taken a slight romantic interest in me ever since he lost his last girlfriend, a distant faerie princess's daughter.
But what am I thinking? Would Puck actually switch places to escape me after all we've been through? After so many years and months apart? Well...
"Can I watch MTV now?" I ask softly in defeat, after he releases my lips from his quite tempting ones.
"Why, of course, my fairly ugly lady," he replies, and I only have a second's warning to punch him in the jaw, though I end up missing horribly. Instead of a snort from the Prince of Delinquents, though, I feel him rearranging us so that I am somewhat more conveniently seated in his lap. Satisfied, I try staring at the tv screen but can only pay attention to his soft breath at my neck.
Knowing for sure that I'll never be able to watch anything with him distracting me, I slip down a bit, making myself comfortable by snuggling in the folds of his arms, and feel my eyelids droop in the warmth all around me, with his sweet breath like a lullaby to the child within.
As I slowly drift off to sleep, I know, even before dinner starts, that this just might be the best Thanksgiving I've ever had.
A/N: Sorry if the wrestling thing made no sense--I know basically nothing about wrestling. I just looked up wrestlers, so just pretend it did make some sort of sense.
And no, Sabrina is not preggo.
Yet.
Mwahahahaha.
Ha.
Ha.
Never mind. The child within thing is just figuratively speaking, meaning Puck was lullabying Sabrina to sleep.
Isn't that so sweet?! ^^
If not, tell me. If yes, also tell me.
I NEED TO KNOW!
Sorry, I'm high off chocolate again. It's not my fault my mom just bought a ton of early Halloween candy and left it on the kitchen table! Well, maybe.
Though who knew Remus Lupin was right when he said chocolate was good for a person?!
I did. ^^
If you don't know who Lupin is, he's the good werewolf from the Harry Potter series. ^^
But then he died.
T-T
So yeah. Thanks for everyone who reviewed... BookLoverXgoogle,, 12grimmfan21(thank you so much for your lovely compliment ^^), she wants to move, random(if you still don't get it, there's an explanation below), Bluestocking inc., Beachgirlygirl, Alice Alee, brii(sorry it made you cry), and Kloe.
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EXPLANATION OF PREVIOUS CHAPTER: Sorry if last chapter was too confusing for some people. Basically, Sabrina had a dream about Granny's house being burned down by the old Scarlet Hand members then the flames and smoke made her hallucinate and she thought she was dying. In her dream world, she woke up to a crying yet relieved Daphne inside Uncle Jake's house--which was a gift from Charming. OOC, yeah, but it was a dream.
So then a few days later, Sabrina saw someone in a purple coat outside in the snow. When she decided to check it put, she saw it was Daphne, who touched Moth's necklace and went crazy. (Refrence to cursed necklace from the sixth Harry Potter book, for those of you who've read it or seen the load of crap people like to call 'the movie'.) So then when the wolves came, poor Daphne couldn't see them (that will be explained in a later chapter) and so was eaten by them. So sad, yes. =,[ The poem too. Well, it started out as a poem. I'm not sure if it counts as one now. Just thoughts of a depressed person, I guess. But still...
Anyways, then it's from Puck's POV of how cute Brina looks asleep, how he got so lucky, and a quick recap on how they met and stuff from before that. Then she wakes up, freaks out on him, then they fall asleep together with him assuring her that he'll never leave her and he'll love her forever. So cute! ^^
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