So this is the 3rd and last part of my trilogy. Please don't exit now, you don't have to read what happened before, for here goes it all, shortly. Please wait and give it a try! Who have read the other 2 stories, can skip and go straight to what happens now. Don't worry, please, I think this is my best Foster's story so far, so R&R, please! - Sofia


And ahem, the poor English in the poem is not my fault - Terrence had written it, remember?

A weird girl named Shaula went to Foster's and adopted Wilt. Back at her home, Wilt met Sheila, who looked exactly like his new owner, but they weren't twin sisters… as it turned out, Shaula was really Shaula t. J. F. (the Joyful Fairy), Sheila's imaginary friend. When Sheila was 11, bullies kept on tormenting her for liking fairies, and when Shaula told them off, it went even worse. So Sheila, who hardly survived this humiliation (just imaginae: a fairy that looks like you telling some strong guys to stop bullying you…) tried her fighting skills out on the poor fairy, breaking her wings (so now she's unable to fly) and making her feelers hang for they cannot feel anything any more (she used to sense even thoughts and feelings). Wilt took Shaula at Foster's, but she's unhappy; despite what she had done to her, she still wants Sheila back.

Sheila, at her new school, meets a new bullying jerk, but beats him up in 2 minutes… guess what his name is… yeah, you're right… TERRENCE! Due to this, he falls in love completely, absolutely and totally with the girl, and even cleans up his room, brushes his teeth, washes his hair and uses lots of deodorant just to impress her. After receiving the first kiss from her, he's sure she loves him too. Sheila still detests Shaula for telling off the bullies and is sure Wilt is the fairy's boyfriend (he's not…), and now she has got an evil idea, and sends a letter to Terrence saying „Meet me at the junkyard tomorrow at 3:00 PM. Don't you dare being late! – Sheila" And Terrence, watchin The Loved and The Loveless, got the idea of dedicating her a poem.

Meanwhile, Mac is getting more and more worried for his brother, as he doesn't understand what's behind his unusual kindness and strange behavior…

Chapter 1

Terrence arrived at the junkyard a couple of seconds before 3:00.

- Finally – she heard Sheila's voice from behind him – Terrence!
- Sheila… - he stammered.
- Finally! – she ran a hand through her, now loose, dark brown hair as she took off her black baseball cap – I was afraid you were going to call me Shirley, Shelby or Shawna. I guess you have learnt my name well finally.
He gulped. He had to give it to her.
- Here… - he whispered as he handed her the folded paper.
It was his poem he'd written to her.
- Uh? – she said as she unfolded it.
Terrence began sweating and turning now dark red, now pale white as she started reading…

Sheila my deer

You loook as a goddes

You make my heart beet fast

I feal the luve inside

Wen you loook in to my ayes

Its beauttiful you spend tyme with me

Cause youre the luveliest gurl I seee

You and I can bee togethar

Thet mekes me feal so much beter

And youre the une of my dreems

Be wit me, Sheila my deer!

- wit luve, Terrence

Her eyebrow made weird movements and the corner of her eye twitched as she read through it.
- Euh… that's very… nice… Terrence. Really… nice. Nice.
He went crimson red. Oh! She liked it! She did!
- Let me show you how much… - and she pulled him in for a kiss.
Then she had to wait to unfold her plan, for he had fainted.

Next day

In the afternoon, as usual, Shaula stood at the window.
- What are you waiting for? – asked Wilt.
- Sheila.
- Oh, Shaula, I'm sorry, but…
Suddenly he could see her freeze. Then she began trembling. Then she turned aorund and pushed him out of her way with such a strenght that he crashed against the wall…

Shaula got downstairs the exact moment the bell rang and Frankie opened.

There she was… the Sheila she used to know. Her dark brown hair let loose, with a small pink ribbon. And she was wearing a smart purple shirt and a light blue skirt.

- Sheila! Sheila! Sheila! Sheila!
Shaula ran to her and hugged her, crying.
- Oh, Shaula… - she said.
The heart painted on the chest of the fairy's light blue dress began to shine of an intense pink colour.

- Sheila… - she panted finally, wiping her tears of joy. Are you…?
- Yes – she nodded – I regret everything now. Please… come home with me.
- You mean that…?
- Shaula – Sheila took her hands – I'm sorry, but Mom said that a 14-year-old girl does not play with fairies, so I can't keep you there. But, please, I'd be glad if you could spend a short time with me at home, as long as she's at work. Maybe we can do it again, who knows?

Soon they got Mr. Herriman's permission and walked home hand in hand.

As they disappeared behind the corner, Wilt looked after them and just couldn't shake off an unpleasant feeling.

Evening

The first stars had appeared on the sky when Shaula returned.
- I had a great time – she smiled – and look! Sheila helped me a bit, my wings!
Some stitches could be taken off, though she was still unable to fly.

Sheila's home

- We did it, Terrence, we did it! – laughed Sheila evilly.

Terrence just smiled, lost in a dreamland. He managed to help her. She loved him…

Could he desire anything more…?