78. Comfort
I walked down the hallway towards my room, my hands in my pockets and a lollipop in my mouth. It was a really good one, too; it was the kind with the chocolate hidden in the center.
"How do they get it in there?" I asked myself. If I could figure it out, I could make my own.
A sob stopped me in my tracks-it was coming from Sabrina's room.
I walked over to the door and gently placed my ear against the door. Yup, I could hear her now, sobbing into something that muffled the mournful sound, probably a pillow.
I took a deep breath and wondered if I should go in. I mean, I wasn't necessarily Sabrina's favorite person in the entire world. I mean, why would she like a person who pranked her on a daily basis and constantly made fun of her? I knew that I wasn't being truthful when I called her ugly, but she didn't know that.
Another sob broke through my thoughts, and I made my decision quickly. I put my hand on the doorknob, turned it and entered the room.
Sabrina was lying on her belly, her face buried in a pillow.
"Go away," she mumbled.
I walked over to where she lay on her bed. She looked up and a sad frown appeared on her face.
"What do you want, Puck?" she said, obviously trying to force anger into her words. It wasn't working.
"Well, I..." I started, then stopped myself. I was about to insult her in some way, but I quickly decided against it. Instead, I pulled the lollipop from my mouth and placed in my pocket.
"I heard you crying and I, um, kinda wanted to know what was wrong." I looked at the floor in an effort to avoid her gaze and shuffled my feet. Dang, they were getting huge. If only she knew that I was growing up for her.
"Why do you care?"
"Well, it's kinda hard to hear one of your best friends crying and not being able to do anything about it."
Sabrina looked at me for a long moment, and then a little smile brightened her tear-stained face.
"Thanks, Puck," she said.
"Anytime," I said, turning towards the door. Then a spontaneous thought came over me. I rushed back to her and kissed her on the forehead. Before she could say anything, I raced out of the room and shut the door.
A/N: This chapter, if you hadn;t noticed, is in Puck's POV. I decided to make the Puckabrina a bit more apparent, and then this chapter was born! What do you think? I don't want them to just start telling each other that they love one another because that seems kind of cheesy. Agree with me? Disagree with me? don't know what the heck I'm saying? Then review please!