5. Temper

Puck POV

"Sabrina really needs to get control of her temper," I complained for the umpteenth time to Red. Sure I died all of her clothes the ugliest color known to man, but was that really a reason to shave my head BALD?! Personally, I think it was an overreaction. The Old Lady bought her a new wardrobe. "If I'm supposed to marry her one day, I think I'll end up being found in my own house with a slit throat and Sabrina standing over me laughing."

That's another thing. I knew I was growing up for her; after all, I had to consciously make that decision. I just didn't want her to notice for a while. But never in all my 4,000 years did I think I would end up getting married, especially not to a human. Not even when my father was trying to force me to marry Moth, did I think about the possibility of marriage. I didn't allow myself. The thought of spending eternity with Moth was horrible. But I made myself think about it this time, because I knew that I could easily change the future, if I needed to. I just didn't know if I wanted to. But every time I had finally thought that it wasn't such a bad thing, her temper got in the way. It was aggravating to say the least.

"It might help if you stop playing pranks on her," Red suggested yet again.

"You know I couldn't do that. I live for pranks. They're my life's work. I can't just give it up. And her reactions didn't used to be this bad."

"Gee, I wonder why," she replied sarcastically. What happened? She used to be nice. And quiet. I decided I liked the old Red better. "You do realize that the Pegasus incident traumatized her, right? That was a really harsh thing to do. I know you had a hard time adjusting to the fact that you two are going to be married, but that was really mean, and quite frankly, disgusting. You're just lucky she hasn't done worse than shave your head. At least hair grows back."

"I guess you're right, but that was 4 years ago. Wouldn't it be a little odd to apologize now? And another thing; if I did apologize, how would I go about doing it? Just go up to her and say, 'Hey Sabrina, sorry I fed those flying ponies prune juice and chili dogs for a week, then made them poop on you.' Yeah that would go over well."

"My advice is to just walk up to her, say you're sorry for everything, and kiss her. There isn't a big need for the details, especially not with that particular… uh… incident…. Trust me on this; she'd think it's sweet."

I snorted. "Well I tried kissing her once. It didn't turn out so well. All she did was punch me in the stomach. Let me tell you, it hurt. I have no wish to die."

"And what did you do after you kissed her?" Dang, this girl knew me too well.

I mumbled something unintelligible.

"I'm sorry, can you please repeat that?"

I took a deep breath. "After I kissed her, I said, 'I believe the words you are looking for are thank you." (an-this was my favorite line in that book)

"And you wonder why the girl slugged you. This time, kiss her and then, if she hits you again, say thank you," she said, very matter-of-factly. "And no sarcasm," Red added as an afterthought.

Ah what the heck? There's always the possibility that it might work. I sighed. "Thanks Red. I'll give it a try."

"Don't forget; no details. There really isn't a need to remind her of that."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Sometimes that girl was just a little too bossy. "Nag," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?"

I cringed, "nothing."

"It better be." With that she got up, hit me up-side the head for "good measure", and left the living room. I sat on the couch thinking for a while. Maybe Red was right. After all, girls were definitely not my forte. But would that mean I'd have to stop pulling pranks? I guess I could just make them less serious and less frequent. Maybe then she'd be less temperamental.

"Oh, um, sorry, I just need to get a book and then I'll go back to my room." I smiled. It was Sabrina. I stood up right as she was leaving.

"Sabrina, wait." She didn't stop, but I was close enough to grab her arm and keep her there.

"What do you want Puck?"

"I just want to say I'm sorry. For everything," and with that, I kissed her. She didn't pull away, and neither did I, until we needed to breathe.

I smiled, "Thanks for not punching me again."

She laughed, "I really am sorry about your hair. I guess I let my temper get the best of me."

I made a face. "Yeah, you and your stupid temper."

Needless to say, she punched me. I was about to make a typical sarcastic remark, but Red's advice was still fresh in my mind.

"Thank you." She looked surprised, but recovered quickly.

"You're welcome," she said. Then she kissed me one last time, and went back to her room. Right then and there, I vowed to listen to Red's advice, even if she was a nag.

AN- This was really fun to write! I'm so happy that I finally got to the Puckabrina. So, as usual, please review and tell me how you liked it! If you have any suggestions, please feel free to tell me, and constructive criticism is welcome!