AN~ Just a silly little one that I liked enough to keep.
Sabrina was in a bad mood. This wasn't exactly new, but this mood was worse than usual. And she'd been doing so much better, too, especially since she and Cindy started meeting up for lunch over the summer. It was threatening to ruin everyone else's day, too, because she kept storming around and glaring at people, or snapping at them if they dared to talk to her.
Veronica finally got fed up with her eldest child and told her to either cheer up or go the heck outside.
Sabrina went outside.
Unfortunately,the othe r Grimm children were already outside, trying to escape Sabrina's toxic mood. So when Sabrina slammed the front door and joined the crowd on the porch, Daphne let out a groan.
Red slapped her best friend's arm and whispered, "ssshhh!"
Puck, though, grinned, and winked at Basil.
Red, Pinocchio, and Daphne gave Puck confused looks, though Basil grinned back. He was completely in awe of everything Puck did.
"I've got an idea," Puck muttered to the other kids.
"Does he think this will work?" Pinocchio whispered to Daphne. "Normally when he approaches her, she just gets more angry.
Daphne shrugged and whispered back, "Watch."
Puck swaggered over to Sabrina and said, "Yo."
Sabrina blinked at him, too surprised to glare. "What?"
"Yo," Puck repeated.
"Did you just say 'yo'?" Sabrina asked, raising her eybrows.
"Fo sho," Puck said. He was managing to keep a straight face, astoundingly, though the corners of his mouth kept creeping up.
"Oh right, cause you're so hood!" Sabrina responded, putting on a fake accent.
"Oh no you di-int!" Puck said, snapping his fingers in Sabrina's face.
By this time, Daphne, Basil, and Red were on the ground, laughing as silently as possible, tears streaming down their faces. Pinocchio just looked astonished.
Sabrina raised her pointer finger, opened her mouth to day something, her face mock-serious, but then she dissolved into laughter. Puck let his grin loose at last.
"You do that way to well," Sabrina told Puck, grinning.
"Excuse me?" Puck demanded, still in character.
"You heard me," Sabrina said with a smirk.
"Don't make me snap my fingers in a Z for-mat-tion," Puck said, snapping his fingers again, in said formation.
Sabinra, who had just regained her composure, began giggling uncontrollably again.
Uncle Jake picked that moment to walk out of the house. "What?" he asked, his eyebrows almost invisible in his hairline.
"I'm so gangsta!" Puck called over his shoulder at the man who was half his surrogate father, half something like an older brother.
Uncle Jake snorted. "Yeah, that'll happen when you and Sabrina start dating." He walked back in the house, ignoring both teens' blushes. And, for the first time in a long time, he smiled without any trace of pain.