AN~ School might slow down my update rate, but I hope not, just FYI. And you get ONE update of this before I move on to other things, then as soon as I'm done with it I'll update more. But this is like, EPIC storyness, so I'm saving it for last.

On another note: I've edited the first chapters of this. And most of my other stories. And I'm trying to edit a chapter a day or so...

Sabrina woke up to Puck's face very close to hers. She jumped and backed away.

"What?" He asked.

"You were like, five inches away from me. First of all, that's a violation of my personal space, and second of all, I don't trust you. You could have been getting ready to like, spit on me or something."

Puck grinned sheepishly. "Maybe..."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "You are such a dork."

"Anyway," Puck said, shrugging, "Bella wants to talk to you. Do you want me to tell her to stuff her face so you can get back to sleep?"

Sabrina cursed mentally, wishing she'd had more time to think of a way to break the news of the previous night's events to Puck. "Actually... yeah. But be polite about it, please, and I want to talk to you about that."

Puck stared at her. "It must be pretty important. I mean, you said please."

Sabrina blinked. Was she really that rude? She thought about it as Puck went to talk to Bella, then realized that, to Puck especially, she was. And that was no way for a girl to treat the best friend she had. She resolved to change that as soon as possible.

"What did you want to talk about?" Puck asked when he came back.

Sabrina took a deep breath. "Bella cornered me last night, and we talked, and... well, I kinda... believe her."

Puck stared at her incredulously. "You trust her?"

"Well... yeah... I guess..." Sabrina said quietly, wincing at the furious expression that was rapidly forming on Puck's face. "It's because-"

"No." Puck interrupted. "You know what, Grimm? Just- no."

"But-" Sabrina started.

"Just shut up, Grimm, OK? Just shut up." Puck said, storming out of the room.

"That went well." Sabrina muttered, wondering at her strange and sudden urge to cry. She settled for punching the nearest object, a porcelain lamp Granny had gotten from China. It made a very nice noise when it fell, but shattered, only increasing her bad mood.

"Sabrina!" Daphne called up, "Breakfast time!"

Sabrina walked into the kitchen, muttering about stupid breakable vases and stupid little sisters and stupid grandmothers who made stupid weird food and left stupid breakable vases where stupid girls who let stupid people get into her stupid particularly breakable heart could punch them when they got mad at other stupid people, and most of all, stupid boys who wouldn't even let a girl finish her sentence before they stormed out of a room, just when they were almost getting along!

"Good morning, liebling." Granny said, setting a plate of green pancakes covered in purple syrup in front of her.

Sabrina shoved the plate away. "Not hungry. Don't we have any normal food?"

Daphne blinked. "What's wrong with the food?"

"Nothing." Sabrina snapped. "Except that most people's food isn't green unless it's a vegetable."

"You're in a wonderful mood this morning." Veronica said, raising her eyebrows.

"Really?" Sabrina asked. "I hadn't noticed."

Red walked into the room at that moment. "Good morn-"

"No it's NOT!" Sabrina shouted, causing Red to burst into surprised tears. "What?" She asked, when the rest of the room glared at her. "It's not! It's an awful morning!"

Elvis whimpered and crawled under the table. Sabrina glared at him.

"Well, it might help if you didn't yell at everyone who blinked," Bella said dryly.

"Oh shut up!" Sabrina snapped. "It's all your fault anyway!"

"MY fault?" Bella asked. "What did I do?"

"Nothing." Sabrina glared. "Just messed things up with me and Puck, just when we were starting to get along, for the first time ever!" And to her extreme embarrassment, she started crying.

"I never liked that kid anyway." Henry muttered.

"You don't like him because it's obvious he and Sabrina are meant for each other." Jake whispered. Louder, he said, "Why don't you tell us what happened, Sabrina?"

Sabrina sniffed, trying to stop crying. "She," She jutted her chin at Bella, "Talked to me last night, and convinced me she was telling the truth. I tried to explain it to Puck, but as soon as I started talking, he yelled at me and stormed off somewhere! I'm going back to bed." She turned around and left the room.

Bella looked mortified. "That's awful!"

Henry blinked. "Well, that explains the mood, but she overreacted a bit, don't you think?"

Veronica shrugged. "Puberty messes with your emotions. So does lack of sleep, and considering the amount Sabrina's needing, that's not hard to get. Plus I'll bet that all those changes that becoming an everafter are causing are turning her insides into one giant mass of hormones and confusion."

Jake shook his head. "I'm so glad I wasn't a girl. That's just awful."

Bella stood up resolutely. "I've got to fix it."

"It's not your fault," Daphne shrugged, comforting Red. "Sabrina's just a little weirder than usual right now."

"You're mad at her," Bella pointed out. "And it is my fault."

"What are you going to do, then?" Red sniffled.

"Don't worry." Bella winked. "I've got a plan!"