AN- Yay! I've got chapter 7 done, and I already have an idea for Holiday. I should be able to post it tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I, to my extreme displeasure, do not own the Sisters Grimm. Michael Buckley does.

7. Scissors

Puck POV

"What should we do?" Sabrina asked, obviously very unhappy with the situation. We had spent the last hour fighting over which one of us was going to tell Daphne that we were going on a date tonight.

"Wait! I have an idea!" I exclaimed.

"Wow, that's a first," Sabrina said dryly.

I pretended to be offended. "That hurts, you know. It really hurts."

She sighed in exasperation. "Just tell me your idea, Puck"

"Okay, so we go on our date. We have a great time, and then, here's the kicker, we don't tell Daphne anything." Honestly, I was getting tired of this. All Marshmallow was going to do when we told her was scream and hammer us with very aggravating questions about our future wedding.

"Puck, she's my sister. She deserves to know."

I mumbled something about disownment under my breath and was rewarded with a whack on the head.

"I'm serious. Who's going to tell her?"

"She's your sister. You tell her."

"But you already told Red without my permission, so you should get to tell Daphne." Is it just me, or is that the lamest reason in the world?

"Red's the reason I kissed you in the first place. She had a right to know," I explained, somewhat impatiently.

"So? You could've at least told me you were going to tell her."

I sighed. This was really getting old. Scratch that. This argument's getting cold in its grave it's so old. "Let's just play rock, paper, scissors and get it over with."

"Fine, c'mon. She's in the living room. We'll do rock, paper, scissors in the hallway before we go in there. Whoever wins gets to stay in the hallway."

"Sounds good to me." And it did. I am the king of rock, paper, scissors. I've never once lost a game. Although, I guess it could be due to the fact that I've never played. Oh well, who cares about the details, right?

Sabrina led the way downstairs, stressing that we be quiet. I guess she really is the Queen of Sneaks, even after all these years. Once there, we peeked into the living room from the doorway. Daphne and Red were in there doing some kind of arts and crafts Christmas thing for school. Red saw us but said nothing. I mouthed 'thank you' to her before Sabrina pulled me away from the door.

"Alright let's get this over with," she whispered. "Rock, paper, scissors." As soon as she finished, I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket and she flattened her hand out. She just stared at my slip of paper. "Uh, Puck, what's that?"

"It's paper," I said, a little confused.

"I know that. I meant, why do you have it?" she said, looking amused.

"You said, 'rock, paper, scissors' and I picked paper. Isn't that how it works?"

"You've never played this game before have you?"

"Well… no," I admitted sheepishly. "I thought it was pretty straightforward."

"Well, since you don't know how to play, that means I win by default. Now get in there and tell Daphne," she said, enjoying this entirely too much. I sighed and walked into the living room to find Daphne biting the palm of her hand (she really needs to get over that) and Red holding up her scissors and grinning wickedly.

"Didn't anybody ever tell you? Scissors beats paper!" That girl is an evil genius. I should get the Old Lady to take away those scissors. It just isn't safe.

AN- So? Did you like it? Personally, this chapter was one of my favorites, but, as always, your opinions are more important than mine. I always love to hear what you have to say!