Puckabrina: What's Going on?!

7: Playing with your Emotions

*EDITED/REWRITTEN*

"What were the other true things?" I ask, leaning my face closer to his, just to tease him.

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink, barely noticeable in the almost darkness.

"N-Nothing," He stammers, "I-It doesn't m-matter,"

"I'm sorry, what were you telling me earlier?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about" He grumbles, avoiding eye contact, which is surprisingly hard when you're two inches apart.

"It does matter," I say in a singsong voice.

I decide to let him off the hook and I lean back. Trying to think, I get up and start to pace.

"Yeah great plan," He says, rolling his eyes. "Pace for the rest of your life and you'll eventually wear down the floor,"

Really. After all the drama I've been through he uses sarcasm. Of course. Because that's just Puck. Of course, the sweet boy in the first vision isn't real, because the real one is a-

"Are you okay? You just got, like, boiling mad. It was just a little joke, there's no need to take it that seriously,"

And I know that, so why did I get so mad?

"I know, I just-" I suddenly want to cry.

I walk back to the wall where Puck's still sitting and slide down it. Tears just start pouring down my face. As I sob, I lean my head on his shoulder.

"Sabrina? Are you okay?"

I shake my head no, continuing to cry.

"Shh, Shh. It's okay,"

"No, it's not! Were trapped in a dungeon and we're never getting out! You call that okay?" I yell between sobs.

"Err, that might've come out wrong. Let's try that again. It's going to be okay,"

I vaguely remember this happening on a more extreme level before I passed out, but I don't care.

The tears stop, and I feel empty. That's it, empty. I want something to make me stop feeling this longing, need it.

I move around until I'm straddling Puck.

"Puck," I whisper into his ear, leaning towards him.

I see him gulp nervously, which oddly makes me happy. I giggle and lean forward to kiss him.

He stops me by holding my shoulders. I frown. Does he not want me to kiss him?

"S-Sabrina? What are you doing?" He asks.

I giggle again. "Just go with it,"

I lean forward to kiss him again, and this time he doesn't stop me. Our lips press together, and I can taste salt from the traces of my tears. He doesn't kiss back. I pull back, frowning again.

"Relax," I say, rolling my eyes.

Something seems to come over him and he leans forward to kiss me. He gently pushes me back until I'm laying on my back, his warmth caging me, then pulls back to breathe.

"Why do you do this to me?" He croaks.

Before I can respond he's kissing me again.

"You lure me in, make me want more," His pupils are dilated.

Again, he kisses me before I can respond.

"And then push me away. Always," He says, as if in pain.