Puckabrina: What's Going on?!

5: Trapped

*EDITED/REWRITTEN*

I wake to find it's still dark, as I can see even through my closed eyelids. I mentally groan. Why did I get up when it isn't even morning yet?  Turning my head, I snuggle into my pillow.

Hmmm... I sigh contentedly, I wonder why my blankets aren't on me? Eh, whatever. I probably just kicked them off in my sleep. Besides who needs blankets when my pillow is... so... warm...

Wait, Some part of my sleep fogged brain says, Your pillow isn't supposed to be this warm...

I open my eyes and groggily look at my surroundings. Stone floors, walls, and ceiling. Torch light. Definitely not my room.

Then I look up... and realize my head is on Puck's lap. At the sight of him I remember all that has happened.

My eyes widen, "Oh-my-gosh-I'm-sorry-I-didn't-mean-to-do-that!" I rush out.

He looks into my eyes, "No, it's fine. You can stay there. You seemed to be getting comfy," He smiles, letting me know it was a joke.

I smile weakly, leaving my head in his lap. Staring at him, I try to see him as other people do, instead of an annoying boy I love who only loves to prank me. 

The "Puberty Virus" had a good effect on him. He is about 3 inches taller than me (and loves to boast about it), well toned, and incredibly hot. 

GAH! What are you doing?! This is not the place to be thinking about that! I scold myself.

Since I was staring at him, he seems to have taken that as an invitation to stare at me. His green eyes travel up and down my face,  lingering on my eyes. As happy I would've been staring into his eyes forever, I remember what happened, or more what didn't happen.

I blush and force myself to look away, coughing. Sitting up, I leave the warmth of Puck's lap and try to figure out what to do. I can feel my pulse in my brain for some reason, and thinking kinda hurts. Nothing. I think of nothing to do. 

Screw it, I think as I fall back dramatically onto his lap.

"What are we going to do?" I groan.

"Nothing to do. It's not like they gave us a T.V or something," He raises his voice on the last part, clearly trying to get the attention of whoever was holding us. 

"C'mon, there's gotta be something? What did you do for the week I was gone?"

"Hmm, well first I freaked out. Then I pretended you were still here, or, well, I guess you were, so I pretended you were here and that I could see you. After that I kinda went crazy, as witnessed by you, therfore the repetition of 'Where'," He explains.

"Well, let me think about it..." I pretend to consider them. "Nope, none of those seem very entertaining,"

"What do you want to do?" He asks cheekily, leaning closer to me.

Oh no... Ain't no way I'm falling for that again. I don't even know if it's real or not.

With tears gathering in my eyes and a blush staining my cheeks, I turn away from him. I blink until the tears are gone and try to stand up.

Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad idea.

Remember how my head was pounding even just sitting still? Yeah, it's worse standing. Dizziness overwhelms me and I stumble forward, tripping on the uneven stone floor. Then, just as I'm about to hit the floor, I'm laying in Puck's lap again.

What the heck?

"I... Wha?" I say, confused.

"You finally awake? Been asleep forever," He says, sounding oddly annoyed about it.

"Awake? I was just talking to you. Then I got up, and tripped, and fell..."

"Nope you've been asleep. Maybe it was just a dream,"

"Have you ever been asleep in a dream and then woken up in your dream? I don't even think that's possible,"

"Wait, what?"

Cheeks burning, I relate to him what happened in my dream/vision.

"Whoa whoa whoa. I actually said that's what I was doing while you were gone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"That's what actually happened,"

My mouth drops open so wide I'm surprised I don't scrape my jaw on the floor.

"Wha-? How would I subconsciously know that?"

"How should I know? It's your brain,"

I sigh. "Whatever. I don't know. It must be a subconscious thing,"

He huffs, leaning back against the wall.

"Do you know everything about what your brain does?" I ask him. 

I stand up, using the support of a wall this time, as he stares at a wall. His gaze flickers to me for a moment before he says, "No, I guess not," and gets up too.

"What was that for?"

"What?"

"You looked at me,"

"Sorry oh great and powerful queen, never again shall I look at you," He smirks, his eyes still trained on my face.

"Seriously why did you do that?" I ask, starting to get mad.

"I don't know," He replies flatly.

"Oh, of course you don't know," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You just don't want to tell me, do you? Really? All this time I've known you and you still don't trust me, even with the little things!"

He growls and before I know it he's holding my wrists against the wall, effectively immobilizing me. Geez, what a weird thing to get so upset over. His face is literally 2 inches from mine as he growls again, staring into my eyes.

"I do trust you. And you know that. You're just trying to fish an answer out of me. Well you want one? Fine, here," He moves his face closer, if that is even possible. The tips of our noses are just barely touching as he continues, "I don't know what my brain is telling me about you. Sometimes it tells me to move closer to you, just to be around you. Other times it tells me to run away so I don't have to face this feeling. What it is I don't know, but I do know that it's about you Sabrina. And I don't know what to do about it. Part of me says to run where you can never find me ever again, another part of me says to..."

"To what?" I breathe.

"To do this," And with that he meshes his lips with mine.

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