AN~ Puck POV. Outside my headcanon where he's a huge music buff. Edited.
It was official. Sabrina had cracked. That was the only explanation. The pressure finally got to her, and now she'd jumped off her rocker with gusto, because there was no way she'd doing what she was doing in front of me if she weren't crazy.
What she was doing, was dancing around her bedroom, singing- and I quote- "Bloobie bloob bloob bla dee dee da da da da do do do."
And because I am a tactful person, I slammed her door open and asked, "What the heck are you doing, Grimm?" I needed to make sure. Just in case it was just part of the puberty virus. Couldn't have the old lady thinking I'd let her go crazy. Then she'd tell Jake, and Jake would make me pay. And Jake was good at punishments.
She looked up at me, and she didn't look crazy. She looked surprised and a bit scared, and then really, really embarrassed. Like, level eight on the Grimmbarrassment scale. I've only gotten her to nine and a half before now, and I did this one without even trying.
"Singing," she said defensively, straightening her hair.
"Singing what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. I've gotten good at that- learned it from Jake. He's pretty cool, when he's not pouting about his dead girlfriend. I mean, it's been three years. Shouldn't he start moving on soon?
"Good Morning Starshine," Sabrina said. Her blush was going down a bit now, and she was starting to glare at me.
Well, if she didn't want me to watch her, she should have locked the door. Then I'd have had to try to get in, at least. Not that it would have stopped me, of course, but she doesn't have a right to get mad when all I did was push open the door. It wasn't even already shut. But I didn't feel like getting hit right now, so I didn't say that. Instead, I commented on the song. "That's not what it sounded like."
"Those are the words," she said. She sounded serious.
"And you know this how?" I asked. I'd put my eyebrow down. I raised it again. She was singing all by herself. What kind of song sounds like that?
"I was singing along with it," she told me.
Now that I found hard to believe. She was in the room with no music on. So I told her, "I don't hear any music."
"That's because it's in my iPod." Sabrina pulled a small gray rectangle out of he pocket and dangled it in my face. I noticed there were cords connecting the box to her ears. Whoops.
"Oh." Then I thought of something else. "Since when do you have an iPod?"
"Since yesterday," Sabrina said, smirking at me. She knew I wanted one.
"Where'd you get it?" I demanded, hoping she'd stolen it from some defenseless child or something that would mean I could tell her parents and get her in trouble- then I could have it.
"Ebay. It's used. I like most of the music, though."
"Why would anyone sell an iPod?" I demanded. Seriously. If I had a portable music machine, I'd never get rid of it!
Sabrina shrugged, and turned her music back on. I decided to leave her to her dancing in peace. Otherwise I might be scarred for life. She was not a very good dancer.