Okay, first off, I wanna say thanks to user IceQueenandFireQueen for giving me helpful feedback (including tips on imagery, Bradley's character, spelling errors, etc) and another thanks to all the rest of you who reviewed and have followed along with the story. Secondly, even though I made Bradley a pretty bad criminal in the last chapter, I'm keeping this clean. So, don't worry, this isn't gonna turn into a crazy violent story. Keep on reading and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sisters Grimm in any way, shape, or form.

*Sabrina's POV*

I woke up feeling happy, unlike yesterday. Memories came flooding back to me like a tidal wave. Puck not coming home. Pain. Tears. Going for a walk. Meeting Bradley. Following Bradley. Kissing Bradley...I looked around. I was still laying on his couch underneath of him as he snored softly with his face buried in my neck, arms still positioned around me, and legs hanging off of the edge of the sofa. I didn't want to wake him by shoving him off so I could stand up (as I often did to Puck), so I stayed still.

I couldn't believe what happened yesterday...wait, is it even the next day yet? I looked at the wall clock. It read 12:36. We had fallen asleep at around 6:45. So yes, technically it was a new day. Anyways, I'm feeling totally unlike myself. The first time Puck kissed me, I sucker punched him. Now, I'm laying under a random stranger who suspiciously approached me on a bench.

I thought about it. It seemed pretty unlikely that out of all the sad people in Manhattan, Bradley chose me to annoy, then eventually make out with. I wondered if he did this everyday, taking girls home every night after buying them a coffee and making their sadness turn into bliss. Or was I special? Does he truly care? He certainly felt like he cared last night when he cupped my face in his hands and softly kissed my lips, or when he passionately kissed my neck. He made me feel special. But so did Puck. Ugh, here we go again. I thought I was over that stupid fairy already! I imagined his green eyes that were totally brighter than Bradley's, and his pink wings that rescued me a lot, and his mop of golden hair that I preferred when it was messy, and...everything else about him, right down to the glop grenades.

Sighing, I pushed all thoughts of wanting Puck back to the corner of my mind. Somehow, I could not completely rid myself of them. Thinking angrily about how Puck betrayed me, I kissed the sleeping Bradley roughly out of spite, as if Puck was there to be jealous.

His eyes fluttered open and he breathed in deeply as he realized what I was doing. In return, he tightened his grip around my waist, and pulled me with him as he stood up. I wrapped my legs around him, so that I was now hanging onto his front side as he pressed me against the wall, running his hand through my hair. This didn't feel right. This didn't feel right at all!

I was only with Bradley to get over Puck. This was all wrong. I still loved Puck. I never stopped loving Puck. All I can hope for is that he still loves me too. Bradley seems like a good guy, but...Puck! Then again...Bradley is nice, and handsome, and charming. I smiled at him like I was never thinking about putting our relationship on hold ulontil I figured things out with Puck, and kissed him. He gripped my body tightly to his and kissed me back. How could something so wrong feel so good?

*Puck's POV*

I sputtered as I laid on the beach, spraying water out of my nose and mouth onto Mustardseed. My vision was blurry with saltwater and my wrist was soar. I looked down at it to see the twine from the inner tube pulled taught, and a red rope burn beginning to form. I didn't care. Mustardseed saw that I was alright and hurried to unty me from the now-deflated pool toy. Put of the corner of my stinging eye, I saw the two kids run towards their parents who look unimpressed with my heroic efforts. It's as if they were trying to let their kids drift out to see, which would condemn them. Whatever. My parents were pretty lousy too. At least the children were safe.

Daphne joined Mustardseed on the other side of me, and they helped me stand.

"Are you alright, Brother?" His annoyingly cheerful and curious attitude was gone, replaced by a grave and worried tone. I nodded my head, unable to speak not from the water I swallowed, but from the anxiety I had, because he was surely about to make me tell him why I was here. If I told him and/or Marshmallow, the word would reach back to the Grimm family, if it hadn't already. Furthermore, Marshmallow would kick me in the nuts once she found out that I cheated on her sister. A stong wind blew the storm inland, and now there was only a light drizzle pattering on the empty shore. I was not surprised when Mustardseed asked the dreaded question.

"Now why are you here, for the last time?!"

I began to answer as Marshmallow treated my rope burn with a magical healing ointment from her backpack, which had hundreds of extra pockets sewn on. There was no getting out of answering this time.

"Ha ha...see, it's kind of a funny story. I-uh..." I braced myself does groin kick before I finished my sentence. "I-got-drunk-at-a-high-school-reunion-and-cheated-on-Sabrina-and-woke-up-here-in-a-hotel." The kick was swift and fast, and was followed up by a slap in the face. I fell over in pain with an "oof" and stayed there for about ten minutes, until Marshmallow was done yelling at me. By that time, my brother had restrained her halfheartedly. I curled up into a ball in the sand like a coward and received the angry girl's kicks to the ribs until finally, Mustardseed dragged her away and hugged her tightly, leaving me to prod myself for broken ribs and choke out "I'm so sorry," over and over again.

Daphne stomped back towards me and I prepared for impact, but it never came. I looked up to find her crying, and Mustardseed with an arm wrapped around her shoulder as he stared down at me disapprovingly.

"Does she know?" Marshmallow asked softly as tears rolled down her cheek.

"Marshmallow, I'm so sorry, I-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" she shrieked angrily. "NOW, DOES SHE KNOW?!"

I nodded got up shakily and started running, with my wet clothes chaffing. I was going nowhere specific.

"Puck! Get back here right now!" I heard Daphne yell behind me. I glanced around. Everyone had gone indoors for the storm. My wings unfolded and I took off.

"Puck!" I heard my brother shout. "Robin!"

I didn't turn back. I just flew whichever way I thought was north. To New York. To Sabrina.