Hey Princess
A Sisters Grimm Fan Fiction
Chapter 8
It had been almost two years since Sabrina Grimm had last seen Puck. She kept her last note from him tucked away in her wallet and the flute was buried in her bottom drawer. She hadn't even heard from him since that fateful day in Faerie with his pyscho mother. Her life had been almost ordinary and it was killing her inside. She would be fifteen in a week's time, and the only thing she was wishing for for her birthday was the same thing she'd been wishing for at every 11:11, on every shooting star, with every penny tossed into a well. She wanted Puck to return. She wanted him to return to her-that was her only wish. That had been her only wish for over a year now. But it had been to no avail.
Sabrina was stuck missing him and loving him without any knowledge as to where he was or his condition. She didn't know how Faerie was and she was lost as to what had happened between him and Titania. Even her parents were keeping her in the dark when it came to Faerie, but she was worried every time she saw their secretive glances towards one another when she'd ask them a question about the fairy boy. They'd whisper whenever they returned from Faerie, but all conversations would cease upon her arrival in the room. It was like she was just supposed to forget about Puck. But she couldn't. She was constantly rereading the note which was worn and even thinner and weaker than paper normally was due to its overly folded creases and the age of the paper. The flute had been played a numerous number of times, just to see the pixies so she knew it wasn't all just a dream. Because sometimes her memories of Puck seemed to good to be real. Sometimes she was sure she'd just made him up-not her entire history and life...just him.
And while she loved him, a large part of her was angry at him for leaving her without any real explanation and without trying to get contact. She just grew angrier when Prince Charming would attempt to try and explain Puck's actions. She didn't want Prince Charming as her boyfriend or her future husband. And it killed her to realize how similar to two princes were. Both were immature and exceedinly handsome, but their looks did not make up for their faults. They had their redeeming qualities, of course, but they had enough faults to supply an entire army. They were arrogant and cocky...overly confident and coincided. They also seemed to always forget that Sabrina and Snow White could fight for themselves and take care of themselves. They needed to be the hero. They had some sort of hero complex that gave them a desperate desire to be the hero and constantly save their lovers life.
Sabrina sighed as she rolled over in her bed, wanting to go back to sleep. She'd been having yet another one of her perfect dreams that was all about Puck. Memories of him and scenes that she longed to be real. She envisioned moments that they would have one day. Her dreams were always best when they were around Puck. That was why she'd barely been sleeping lately though. It killed her to dream about anything other than Puck-because she usually had the nightmare when it wasn't about his romantic side. But, when she was having a dream like this one, everything terrible was forgotten. All she could remember was his sweet voice and the way it felt when he touched her. And this time the dream was so vivid, it was like he was actually there with her. She hoped this dream would never end, but, of course, all good things must come to an end. And her wake-up call had brought the end to this dream.
"Sabrina Grimm!" Sabrina groaned as her best friend came to wake her up and ruin yet another Saturday. Miley had gone to the dark side when the girls had made the cheerleading team back in seventh grade. Aria and Sabrina had stopped cheering right after that painful season and Miley hadn't been their friend since. It worked for Sabrina-life was much less drama filled without Miley and her gossiping ways and boy craziness.
"Let me sleep," She mumbled, pulling her pillow onto her head.
"But there's-"Aria stopped as another voice inturrupted. This voice was much too soft and too low for Sabrina to hear yet alone recognize. She just assumed it was either Pinocchio, the now twelve year old boy, or her father.
"Sabrina?" A new voice whispered, right in front of her face. Sabrina smiled. She had to be dreaming. This voice didn't belong to her father and it definitely didn't belong to Pinocchio. This was the voice of the love of her life. She cuddled up closer to the blankets. "Sabrina, it's time to wake up, princess," He whispered again.
"Let me keep dreaming-I don't want to lose this," She mumbled.
"I'm not a dream-although I do love that you've been dreaming about me," She just knew he was smirking to go along with his cocky, teasing words. The boy was too arrogant for his own good, and that was coming from the overly confident Sabrina.
"Puck?" She gasped, jumping up in her bed and yanking her blankets to cover herself. She wasn't used to having boys in her room, especially when said boy was catching her after a long sleep. Especially when said sleep had featured a dream about that boy.
"Aw, you did guess right!" Puck smiled at her, popping himself up onto the foot of her bed.
"You...jerk!" She said, grabbing a pillow and hitting it with him. "It's been almost two years and you don't call...you don't write. You don't visit. I thought you were dead!" She screamed, hitting him with the pillow harder and harder. Actually, I thought you forgot about me. "I didn't know if you were okay, or what was going on! Do you know how worried I was? And then you walk back into my life after two bloody years and think every thing's going to be okay just because you act like your old self?" She glared at him. He grabbed her wrists as she swung her next hit and shook his head.
"I missed you too," He smiled, leaning towards her and kissing her.