Hey everybody, I can't believe this story has five chapters already! Thanks to all my reviewers especially mississippigirl19, who gave me a cool idea. Also thanks to anybody who favorited my story. Hope you are enjoying the story, If not please say something! I mean it; I want your honest opinion! Anyways here is chapter 5!

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Chapter 5

Sabrina POV

The music was too loud. The gym was too packed. I was getting too warm already. We just stood there in the doorway, not knowing what to do next. Just as I was about to go into panic mode, I saw Anna and Seth coming towards us. They both had a glass of punch in one hand and were holding the others hand with the other.

"Hey guys," Seth said cheerfully.

"Hey," I replied, "there are a lot of people here!" I was almost yelling.

"I know," Anna replied, yelling like I had, "I love your dress Sabrina!" She added.

"I like yours even better," I replied. The boys had looks on their faces like they would never understand girls.

"Let's get some punch," Puck had had to yell it into my ear.

"Okay," I replied, "See you guys later," I said to Seth and Anna. They really did make a cute couple I thought, as Puck lead me through the crowd to the table with the punch bowl on it. I wonder if people think Puck and I make a cute couple. Wait! What am I thinking! Puck doesn't like me; he's just being nice so I don't suspect a prank. I still have to wonder what people think though. I looked around at the Gym as Puck gave me a glass with punch in it. The decorations were very festive; it was the Christmas dance after all.

"So you want to dance?"

"Sure." It was a Hip hop song that was playing and we started dancing after making our way to the dance floor. We were both terrible dancers, but it was okay because everyone else was too. We were laughing at our dancing when the music stopped and the DJ started talking.

"As a special request we're going to slow things down a bit, so everybody grab a partner and hold 'em close." The music slowed and some kids left the dance floor, but some couples had joined us.

"May I have this dance," Puck asked as he regally extended his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me close, placing my hands on his shoulders and his on my waist. It was actually kind of nice. I looked up into his green eyes; they were bright green now, sparkling, reflecting every bit of light in the room. "So," Puck started, "are you having a good time?"

"Actually, yes. How about you?"

"I am having a great time."

"Really," I asked, "But I thought you were going to prank me after, that that was why you were being nice."

"Why would you think that?" He asked.

"Because you hate me, and think I'm stupid, and ugly."

"No I don't."

"Really."

Did he actually care? Did he actually like me? Our faces were just an inch apart, the space was closing. Suddenly the heat became too much, even if my lips were mere millimeters from Puck's, I started to see spots, I lost my hold on Puck as I sunk further from consciousness, I could feel that Puck had caught me before I hit the floor, and then I lost my grip on the world, and let the darkness close in completely.

I woke up to blinding light. My head was pounding. Where was I? Was I dead? I was lying on something hard. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw I was staring up at a kitchen light fixture. I recognized that light, I was at the house. I groaned why was I lying on the kitchen table? I was irritated now. Had my family gone cannibalistic? I sat up to see that I was alone. That's odd the clock on the microwave said 12:00. I looked out the window, and then slapped myself for my stupidity, it was midnight. My dad walked into the kitchen, and seeing me awake, he ran to my side.

"'Brina, you're awake!"

My head was getting worse. I couldn't take the pain. I think my dad sensed this. He picked me up and carried me to my room, but I was out cold once more before we even got there.

I smelt food, normal food. For some reason my brain was saying that we didn't normally eat normal food. I must have hit my head hard. I was wearing a dress. It was a beautiful crimson dress, but I don't remember putting it on, that's odd. I picked out some clothes for the day and went to the bathroom to shower. I took a long shower. It felt good; like I was washing away something that I don't remember happened. I stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I was wearing skinny jeans and a T-shirt with a tree on it. I don't know why I have this shirt. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen where the family sat. Uncle Jake, Daphne, and Red all chatting quietly, but looking up when I walked in. Mom and Dad having a hushed conversation, and Granny cooking breakfast. Everyone was here.

"Morning," I said cheerily. I felt much better after a good night's sleep.

"Morning 'Brina, sleep well," Mom asked.

"Yes." I sat down and Granny put a plate of food in front of me. I ate ravenously. It was delicious. I got up and put my plate in the sink then went to sit on the couch. As I left the room I heard Granny say, "I'm surprised Puck hasn't come down yet." What was she talking about, who was this Puck. I've never heard the name before. I decided to let it slide, Granny was getting old. I sat down on the couch, turned on the TV, and began to channel surf. Nothing was on so I settled on the Today Show. The host was saying something really stupid so I shut the TV off and decided to go back to my room.

I wasn't looking as I walked up the stairs and I bumped into someone, almost falling down the stairs, but they had caught me. Who could she have bumped into? Everyone was in the kitchen. I looked up only to see the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen. I had to stop and wonder though, who was this strange boy? He was attractive and strong. Was this Puck? He must have moved in recently.

"Watch where you're going Grimm," he growled, but then, "good to see you're finally awake. You really had me scared at the dance."

Dance? What dance? I didn't know this boy. How does he know my name? "Who are you?" I asked him.

He gave me a strange look. "Sabrina, it's me Puck."

"I don't know you," I said as I pushed past him getting to the top of the stairs. I didn't like this new boy, even If he was attractive and claims we were at a dance. I could hear him running into the kitchen downstairs, but I didn't care, I just put in my ear buds and turned on my iPod. I didn't even get to listen to one song when my family and that Puck kid came into my room. I pulled out my ear buds out and looked at them.

"What?" I asked them.

"Do you really not remember me?" asked Puck.

"Why would I remember you, we just met this morning."

"Do you remember the rest of us?" Granny asked me.

"Of course I remember the rest of you, but I've never seen him in my life."

He looked hurt. Should I remember him?

"What happened at that dance Puck?" questioned Dad angrily.

"What dance?" I asked as Puck said, "I already told you everything I know!"

We looked at each other. Both confused.

"I think Sabrina may be suffering from amnesia," Granny stated. All eyes turned to her.

"If I'm suffering from amnesia, then why is it that it's only Puck that I can't remember?"

"Maybe a rare type of amnesia?" Daphne put in, but uncertainly.

"So what actually happened before I woke up on the kitchen table with a headache?" I questioned.

Puck began to tell a story so ridiculous I almost laughed. I went to a dance with him. He seemed to be having trouble telling the story by the end. Apparently we were almost kissing when I passed out and he flew me home. So now this strange boy is even stranger, he can fly. At the end of the story he looked at me hopefully, but I just shook my head, I didn't remember any of it.

"Nothing?" He said disappointed.

"Nothing," I confirmed.

"I will make you remember," He said with a determined look on his face.

"If I'm correct I think you will have to Puck," Granny said. We looked at her quizzically. "If I'm right," she continued," there is no way for Sabrina to remember Puck, unless Puck can make her remember."

"Why," I asked, confused.

"Because that's how you cure the type of amnesia you have, Sabrina. Good Luck Puck, this will be tricky," she said as she exited my room along with the others, except Puck.

"You really don't remember do you?" Puck said sadly.

"I wish I did, but I don't," I said solemnly, looking into his sad eyes, mine most likely just as sad.

That's chapter five! I've never written a story this long. Anyways, hope you liked it. Please review! I really want your opinions. I'll try to work on chapter six throughout the week but I could really use ideas. What should Puck try to get Sabrina to remember? I know what will actually do it, but he can't get it right on the first try, so please give me your ideas! Also PLEASE REVIEW I really appreciate it when people do. Thanks for reading

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