Heyo tomatoes, I love this story, but unfortunately, I haven't gotten as many reviews as I'd like. Even so, the time will come, so here's Chapter 5. I was in New York for spring break, so I couldn't update. Chapter 5!

Chapter 5: No Appetite for Anything

SPOV

What is this "project?" When Alea and Araea heard about it, they giggled. And giggled. And giggled. Endlessly. GRR!

This afternoon, I realized what this meant. I had to either be flirty with Puck or ask him on a date. What had I gotten into? All for the guy I had a crush on?

LATER, my POV

"What, funkface, did you just say?" Puck said. "I asked you on a date," Sabrina said quietly. Puck was unsure of this, but somewhat glad. She had asked him out. His dream fulfilled. She could be his Queen of Faerie, his lover. Ahhhh…..

"Well?" Sabrina cried impatiently. The pollen in the school courtyard was itching her nose. "Sure," Puck said, trying to hide his joy. "I'll meet you at the… somewhere. Tell you at home."

"Whatever." Sabrina muttered as she stomped away into the school building.

What the heck was that? Puck pondered. Just then, a shrill ring came from the school building. "Aw, darn it. Mr. Pummel's gonna pummel me for this." He ran into the building, his history papers flying behind him.

8:00-ish at night

"So, how about Friday at the school courtyard?" Puck asked anxiously. He kept on twitching. "Whatever," replied Sabrina. That seemed to be her response to a lot of things these days. He nodded, and began to walk away. "Wait, when?" Puck turned back around.

"Six 'o clock," said Sabrina. She had volleyball practice at four, and it ended at five. She wanted to look her best. Her second official date! She has to look presentable, right? Puck countered, though, "Nuh uh. I have mixed sports with the guys at six. How about five?"

"No way! I have volleyball." Sabina almost shouted. "Skip it," replied Puck simply.

"Coach Li is already onto me for being late a few times." Sabrina warned. Puck said, "Am I not worth it?" "URGH! Seven then!" Sabrina cried. Puck agreed, but then Puck was talking about how his buddies might have him stay later, yadi yadi yah, finally Sabrina went full out at him, yelling about how this was stupid and they should just cancel the date. Puck backed up, even though a scowl was still upon his crudely handsome face. As Sabrina's face got redder and redder, Puck started to cower.

"AHHHHH!" Two shrill voices shrieked. "STOP!" The voices yelled. Daphne and Red looked exhausted from yelling, and as they caught their breaths, Sabrina noticed that Puck was on his bum while she towered over him. Sabrina huffed and turned away as Granny Relda approached everybody. "I told Daphne and Red to stop your racket half an hour ago. What are you two arguing about!"

Sabrina blushed. She remembered how this had started. When to have the date.

Puck grumbled, "It's over."

Sabrina silently, unmovingly, agreed.

But as she did so, she felt her heart drop. She had believed, stupidly, that this could be. Puck stomped up the stairs, slamming the door behind him. She fought the urge to look back after him, but she feel the tears beginning to form in her cloudy blue eyes.

Granny sighed. Growing up was never easy. She began to bypass arguments, but still, she had to scold for something. "Dinner?" Daphne and Red happily, hungrily ran to the table, old, old oak beginning to tear away, turn to mold.

Granny watched as her older granddaughter stood now facing the doorway, wistfully watching the spring rain patter onto the driveway. Henry and Veronica would have known how to deal with this. I haven't dealt with this in 20, 30 years, she thought. She has no appetite for anything.

SPOV

With sorrow filling my eyes and heart, I realized arguing wasn't helping my situation with Puck at all. Tears dribbled softly yet heavily down my face when I realized that he was almost family. I knew that standing here would make me seem weak, vulnerable but I didn't want to move a bit. I could giggles and little laughs from the table as Daphne talked about her crush, Mark (ham), while Red gossiped. I took a simple chance a looked at the staircase behind the table. I sullenly walked past the table, not even noticing that the table turned silent when I passed. Never looking down, I placed a foot after another onto the exactly 17 steps.

I crawled into the bed and let the tears flow more relentlessly, not trying to hold them anymore. I had no appetite for nothing; even if Granny could make regular food.

To creamychocpudding786,

I call you tomatoes because there is nothing to it. I always thought it kinda rhymed, but at least I'm not in 3rd grade, when I called people potatoes and taters.

Here's a list of songs I listen to while writing, they help me get into the zone.

Parting song- Pandora Hearts

Your Song cover- Janet Devlin

Lacie-Pandora Hearts

The Secret World of Arietty- The Movie, Arietty

Try them, you might like 'em!

-Read and Review!

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