#terence1

It was another late day for Bolt. He really needed to stop letting people hand off their responsibilities to him. He was going to be late for his game night with Stone. He sighed as he went to grab another load of pixie dust rations. He was surprised that what he grabbed was a hand and not a bag. "Whoa! Sorry!" Bolt said, letting go of the hand. "Didn't see you there..." He saw that it was Terence whose hand he had taken. A deep and furious blush took over his face. "Oh! Hey Terence! What are, uh, you doing here?"

Once she’d arrived home, she let down her hair, which was now somewhat tangled, and went to her closet to select a change of clothes for the play she was going to attend with her friends that night. Maybe Tinker Bell and the other girls were just fine in their work clothes, but she was tired of even looking at her own after such a long day. As she rummaged through her other dresses, she heard someone knocking. “Be right there,” she called out on her way to the front door. Swinging it open, she was surprised to see just who this visitor turned out to be.