A/N: Hullo! Here is Chapter 7, and it hasn't been a year! :D
I'm hoping I can gain you guys' trust back, because I will be updating this story more often from now on, so no need to be afraid to read it.
Anyways, so as I promised, without further ado...Reviewsfeed!
Iizninja said: Y-y-you… and… and then… I just…
HOW DID I MISS THIS BEFORE?
Oh my golly gracious, this story is amazing! I flailed! Really, truly, flailed my brain out. It's just so cute and funny and surprising and titillating (no matter how mature I usually am, that word always makes me giggle) and just FANTASTIC. Yeah, I'm fangirling. It's kinda what I do. But, hey, you deserve it. I'm glad you're back. If you hadn't come back, I'd never even known you were gone. Now, however, I feel like I missed you as much as I'm sure everyone else did.
The best thing for me about this story is that the whole thing's very ORIGINAL. It's something new and interesting, I'm not sighing with mundane characters or dialogue. :D :D :D :D
Okay, I'm very tired and I'm sure this review made no sense and I didn't say anything you probably cared about. This is, really, fantastic. :D Good work amiga. Good work.
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Sophia Martin commented: You're review made me squee and giggle! And I instantly began writing Chapter 8. Thank you, like, 6 million times for the comment on originality, people sometimes say that they prefer Mustardseed with Daphne and Sabrina with Puck. As do I, but that's what everybody does, so why not mix it up a little, eh? ;)
Guest said:
ooh lala, I likey! More sabeed! which sounds like weed. Which is illegal
In the USA
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Sophia Martin commented: Lawl, Sabeed does sound like weed, or the name of a Middle Eastern city. Truthhonest, Guest, I actually don't know who Sabrina's going to end up with here, so there will be more Sabeed and Puckabrina :D
Velika Silvertongue said:
Is it a cliffie? Hmmm... Good question... OF COURSE IT'S A CLIFFIE YOU INSANE TARRANCHULA TICKLING MUSTARDSEED MINGLING PUCK DOUBLING SIX CHAPTER WRITERING DINER DANCERING CACTI CUCTUSSESING LINGERIE CHEETOING WHERE'S ELVIS GONE IN THIS STORYERING ROOFLESS TOODLING MONSTER MASHING LEAF RAKING STORE RUNNING MONEY SPENDING RUTHLESS SOON TO BE THUMBLESS AUTHOUR!
Btw, great story! :)
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Sophia Martin commented: This review was...one of the most...bestest and interesting ones I've ever gotten, danks you, danks you. Lawl, I feared for my life when I first read it, you know how intimidating those caps can be. Thank you
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Alright, so...Here we go, and oh! It's short...er
The King Wars
Chapter 7
Cheetos.
All he'd wanted was another bag of Cheetos.
"These are exquisite, what are they?" Mustardseed had said while he'd eaten one little orange puff of heaven after another, Puck had looked back over his shoulder from Paradox 3.0 and smirked.
"The reason for living." He said and looked back towards the TV as his character, Titus, slashed the head of a zombie guard.
"I nearly agree."
Mustardseed had been lounging on his brother's trampoline, watching him kill undead beings and shoveling Cheeto's into his mouth by the pound. He didn't understand it, the way his brother had explained it, they were like cheese, only they weren't cheese they were a type of potato chip, only they weren't potatoes.
The human world was a very baffling world indeed.
"So..." Puck began slowly, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, "Since you and Grimm are all BFF lovey-dovey now, or whatever-"
Mustardseed interrupted, "-We are not BFF lovey-dov-What does that even mean?"
"It means 'Oh Mustardseed's so strong and handsome with his white wings and fancy dancing.'" Puck mocked Sabrina with theatrics, batting his eyelashes and rolling his eyes.
"Was...Was that supposed to be Sabrina?"
"...Maybe."
"Puck, you sounded like a deranged Southern Belle-"
"-It doesn't mat-"
"-No, more like a deranged Southern cow-"
"-That's besides the point." Puck snapped as he made Titus hit a zombie flight attendant over the head with a chair. "I was just wondering if she...you know...said anything about me."
"Like what?" Mustardseed ate another Cheeto and looked at his brother with raised eyebrows and an amused expression. He knew Puck liked Sabrina, the three blind mice could see that, the way his brother stared at Sabrina and at the most random times he would just smile for no reason, Mustardseed had never felt that way about anyone really, much less any girl.
Though, he could see why Puck felt that way about Sabrina, she was quite...different, in a good way, of course.
"Like...you know...anything." Puck kept his eyes glued to the video game.
"I dunno, she doesn't really have much to go off of, though." Mustardseed searched his brain to find anything nice Sabrina had said about Puck, though, it was equally as hard to find anything nice Puck had said about Sabrina.
Puck snorted, "Not my fault she doesn't see how amazing I am."
Mustardseed rolled his eyes, "You do make a good point." He said sarcastically.
"I know I do."
Mustardseed shook the plastic bag, but only tangerine colored dust fell out onto the trampoline, he frowned. "Puck?" He said in his 'little brother voice', the voice he hadn't used in years. It was a cross between a whine and pout, and usually got his brother to do whatever he wanted him to.
"What?" Puck replied, sounding annoyed.
"Get me some more orange thingies, please?"
"Get it yourself."
"But..." He looked at his older brother with wide eyes and a quivering bottom lip, "You're my big brother."
Puck sighed and paused the game as he stood up in a fit, "For crying out loud, Mustardseed!" He set the controller aside and huffed as he left and slammed his bedroom door behind him. Mustardseed licked his fingers contentedly as he laid back on the trampoline with a smirk.
What? He was still a Goodfellow.
Puck stalked into the hallway, slightly angry that Mustardseed still had him wrapped around his finger, along with everyone he met. From the moment he'd popped into the world, with his chubby cheeks and angelic-looking, looking being the key word, eyes, he'd had everyone at his beck and call. What made him so likeable anyways? It couldn't be his looks alone, because his brother looked almost just like himself. Maybe it was the accent, it was probably the accent.
"I used to have an accent too, y'know." Puck muttered to himself as he made his way down the hallway at a slow rate. Granted, he hadn't used his natural dialect in about...500 years now, was it? He'd lost count, but it still had been there.
"I could talk like that again, if I really wanted t-" Puck slammed into something, or someone in the middle of his conversation with himself, he jumped back and looked at his attacker.
Of course it was Grimm.
"Hey! Watch where your going, Grimm!" He cried and then stopped at the sight of her panic-stricken face, she looked like she was going to have a nervous breakdown right then. Then he saw why.
Sabrina was wearing...Well that was just it, she wasn't really wearing anything at all.
Puck had a mini flashback to 1867, when he'd convinced Mustardseed to sneak into that terrible place in France with those women who were wearing nearly the same thing in different, bright colors, dancing and flaunting themselves all while jabbering away in French, which, of course, Mustardseed understood perfectly. It had scarred him, left his poor little self traumatized. But standing there, in front of Grimm, it suddenly didn't seem so bad.
Daphne then bounced out of her room, just like a marshmallow, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her like there were no problems in America.
"Puck! What are you doing in the hallway!" Sabrina had shrieked, her face redder than any tomato Puck had ever seen, and even a little green as she fumbled around, clearly not knowing what to do with herself.
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Cheetos." Was all he could say, Mustardseed had wanted Cheetos, how was he supposed to know Sabrina would waltz out of her room looking like that? Puck was surely going to have a heart attack if she kept standing there like that. Forget the sweater, her curves were nearly on full display now.
"I'm just going to...go...like now." Sabrina said and the in the next second she was gone, back into her room.
So soon? Puck couldn't help but think. He stood there for a moment after she'd Usain Bolt-ed out of his sight, his eyes wide and mouth agape, trying to process what happened. Another thing that wasn't fair, Mustardseed got to be the suave one, with diners and dancing, while Puck had to endure the awkward kissing and now this. How were they even supposed to look each other in the eye now?
Puck ran his hair through his curls and tried to regulate both his breathing and his heartbeat as he shakily climbed down the stairs. Though, now, being sent to get Cheetos by his snotty brother didn't seem like such a bad thing.
Not a bad thing at all.
"Where'd you guys go?" Daphne asked suspiciously as Sabrina and Mustardseed barreled in through the front door with white eyelashes and grocery bags.
"Get It and Go." Sabrina said, though her words were muffled by her bright blue scarf. Daphne followed the two into the kitchen and helped them put away their food.
"Puck was looking for you two." She said, looking at them from the corner of her eye as she put some soda in the refrigerator.
"Of course he was." Sabrina rolled her eyes, but underneath her scarf her cheeks reddened as she put bread in the cabinet. The last person on earth she wanted to see was Puck, and next to him was Mustardseed. The rest of the walk home had been even more brutal than brutal as they tried to regain normalcy. Sabrina wanted to kick herself, and punch herself, maybe even bite herself for being so stupid.
"I want you to know that if you ever need anything, I'm here for you." He'd said in his European accent, all seductive-like, but basically friend-zoning her in his kingly way, and Sabrina had kissed him for it. And the worst part?
He'd kissed her back. For the slightest moment, maybe even a bit longer, he'd kissed her back.
"So what was the wish you made?" Mustardseed had said directly after they'd pulled apart, coughing and shifting their bags in their hands, and avoiding eye contact at all cost.
"I...um...can't tell you now, or it won't come true." Now they sounded like they were rehearsing for a bad play.
"This is true."
Then it had been silence, nothing but the sound of the wind and the screeching of cats. When they'd reached the house Sabrina had practically ran in, and put the key in the lock and pushed open the door all in one swift movement. Of course, Daphne had been waiting in the hallway with her foot tapping and her eyes slanted.
"I'm going to go see what Puck needed." Mustardseed said and left the two sisters alone, bounding up the stairs with two bags of Cheetos. Sabrina put a box of Twinkies in the cabinet, and when she closed the small door she was looking at her younger sister, who was staring at her with eyes slanted still.
"Where were you." Daphne asked, though it sounded more like it was an interrogational question.
"Down, Columbo, I told you, we were at the Get It and Go." Sabrina rolled her eyes, acting nonchalant even though she'd been startled, and gestured to the bags, "Duh."
"Alright, alright, so you were at the Get It and Go." Daphne looked at all the bags, "He paid?"
Sabrina rolled her eyes again, feeling sheepish and embarrassed, "Well you know very well I didn't, Daphne."
Daphne shrugged and nodded, reluctantly accepting the two teenager's alibi as she made her way to the living room, looking over her shoulder with her eyes still two brown slits.
"Your eyes will get stuck like that." Sabrina called to her sibling, looking to the ceiling at her sister's creepy yet...possibly well-places intentions. She sighed as she climbed the stairs, worn down by her trip and tired, not to mention the joy that was a headache that had decided to set itself right in the middle of her forehead.
Ugh, Sabrina thought as she slugged herself into her room and onto her comfortable blue bed, just ugh, ugh and more ugh, she rested her head on her pillow, her blonde hair flying all over the place, and ugh.
Hey, I just met you.
And this is crazy.
But here's my number.
So call me maybe!
Sabrina's head jerked upwards at the sound of mainstream pop music blasting in her already worn down ears. "What the...?" She grumbled to herself as she looked around for her cellphone, the culprit. When she found the gyrating device she snatched it up and clicked the green button, vowing to have the head of whoever was calling.
But then, only one person on earth would have 'Call Me Maybe' as their ringtone in her phone.
"What!" She snapped so fiercely she was pretty sure she'd just cut the air in front of her.
"Perfect! You're in a good mood!" Charlotte's extremely irritating, Poptart sweet voice flowed through the speaker and Sabrina wanted to scream.
"I'm hanging up."
"Now what would you go and do that for? I come in peace!"
Sabrina sighed and hung her head in her lap, "You've got ten seconds."
On the other end Sabrina heard a huge intake of breath, then, "OkaysoIhavethegreatestideaev erhowaboutwetakethosehotboyt oysofyoursondowntothenewbowl ingalleyandmakeitadoubledate ?"
Only...Only Charlotte.
"You're going to have to speak English, Busta." Sabrina said brusquely as she laid down on her bed and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Then may I have more than ten seconds, please?" Charlotte asked smartly.
"Thirty."
"Alright, so I have, like, the greatest idea ever. How about we take those hot boy toys of yours on down to the new bowling alley in town and make it a double date?"
Sabrina truly thought about it for a minute, at a glance it seemed like harmless, innocent fun. But with Charlotte and Puck mixed together, it could become not only World War III, but also another Great Depression, and maybe even slavery of the human race, y'know what? Let's just skip to the apocalypse, summarize it all up. In the end, everyone would die and there'd be a drastic shortage in food.
"No." Sabrina had to protect her planet.
"But!" Charlotte was going to start whining, Sabrina knew it. "But you didn't even think it over!"
"I did, and it's just about as good of an idea as the lingerie was."
"You never let me do anything fun!"
"You can go to bowling alley, and even take Mary-Kate and Ashley with you, but I refuse to be apart of that train wreck."
"Sabrina..." Charlotte's tone became a warning one, "I don't want to have to go to desperate measures."
Sabrina let out an exasperated breath, "What are you getting at, Char?" Why couldn't her friend just leave her be?
"I mean...I'm your best friend, your other sister, and I would absolutely hate for anything like...Oh I don't know...perhaps something scandalous to get out or anything."
"Like what?" Sabrina's blue eyes were now slitted in suspicion.
"Oh...I just don't know...maybe something like a photograph of a certain blonde in a certain red thing..."
Sabrina sat up on her bed abruptly, causing the old springs to moan, "You didn't."
"Oh." Charlotte's voice was now evil, "But I did."
"You wouldn't."
"Would I?"
She would.
"We'll be ready in ten."
"'Kay! See you then! It's going to be fun!"
"Die. Now."
"Love you too!"
Sabrina growled as she threw her phone before she even hung up. After her mini-tantrum, she got up and changed into a simple outfit, a sweater and jeans. But then she had a mysterious change of heart as she looked in her mirror, hating that she was feeling frumpy in her comfortable getup.
"I'm going to kill Charlotte Grey, it'll be easy, a knife to the head, a noose to the throat, or maybe poison...Nah, too kind." Sabrina made a song of her disturbing sentence and sang it to herself as she rummaged through her chest, looking for something, anything, better.
She gave up when she began to think of resorting to her pajamas, and decided to go alert the boys of their impending doom.
"What's wrong with you?" Puck asked his sickly looking brother, who was seated on his trampoline with his hands in his hair and his face shifting between being pale and a bright red.
"Me? Nothing, I'm fine." Mustardseed replied quickly as he let go of his hair and wrung his hands, he didn't know what was wrong with him himself. Maybe he just really wanted to tell Puck of what had conspired on the way home from the grocery store.
Hey Puck, you know that girl you're madly in love with? Yeah...I kissed her...
...And liked it...
...A lot.
For some reason that just didn't seem like the best way to go.
Mustardseed took a deep breath. He was better than this, he was a good person, well, at least he tried to be. But finding yourself and also having to rule nearly an entire species could be quite the challenge.
It was a friendly kiss, he told himself, a 'thank you' kiss, a 'we're good old chaps' kiss.
It sure hadn't felt like that though, it'd felt like the brightest, most brilliant fireworks finale during the most extravagant Fourth of July.
"Goodfellows?" Sabrina Grimm's voice was heard throughout Puck's forest of a room, and both boys nearly jumped out of their skin and into the other's. They scrambled to look normal, Mustardseed trying to convince himself that it had been a pal smooch and Puck trying to keep his mind on what she was wearing right then, not before.
"We're indeed home." Mustardseed spoke first, grabbing a random book so at least it looked like he was doing something.
"Do you two feel up to going out tonight?" Sabrina asked, stepping into their view and looking at them both, then quickly fixing her gaze to a mossy rock off to the side.
"Depends, where?" Puck asked, relieved that she was in surely her grandmother's clothes.
"Um...There's this new bowling alley, down near the Get It and Go, and Charlotte and I were wondering if you two wanted to join us." Now she was grinding the toe of her sock into an innocent, now destroyed ant hill.
"That actually sounds fun, how about it, brother?" Mustardseed said, putting the book down and looking at Puck, who shrugged.
"Eh, I guess I'll give you guys the pleasure of being in my presence."
Sabrina rolled her eyes automatically, and smiled a small smile that made both brothers' hearts do a somersault. "Alright, meet me in the living room in ten then."
"Alright."
"Whatever."
Then she left, with both blonde boys staring at her as she retreated down the hallway, one in awe, the other in confusion.
It was a fun, family-friendly atmosphere with loud children, oversized shoes and overpriced pizza.
Maybe it was just what they all needed.
Maybe.
A/N: There you go, this was only about 2,865 words, so I know -hangs head- I am ashamed at my disgrace, but I didn't want to take the extra time and have everyone think I disappeared again, so I'll just plug all the details into Chapter 8, which hopefully should be done pretty soon, but then, pretty soon for me might not actually be pretty soon. Anyhoo, farewell, and thanks for reading! Oh, and don't forget to review! It's what keeps me going next to Duncan Donuts!
-MissSophie