A/N: Before I go on with the story, I would personally like to thank all of my wonderful readers, especially those who took a moment of their lives just to review. :D

Silk Queen – Thank you so much! I like TinkXTerrence pairings too, you know. I think they are so adorable together! :DD

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Khinseindaing– Oh, thank you so much! I'm happy that you like what I've come up so far. As for the pairing, I think Terrence and Silvermist are cute together, too, especially that time when she gave him advice about Tink. Haha. I'm actually a TinkXTerrence fan, but then I thought, why not try Sil for a change? XD Anyway, thanks again!

Felicia Marie – I'm glad you like it! :D Here's the next chapter! (I hope you like it, too.)

Shani8 – Gee, thank you so much! :D I haven't seen Secret of the Wings yet because it's still not available in our country. I think. O.O But still, I'm looking forward to watching it! I'm glad you like the story so far! I'll try my best to make it interesting. XD Well, happy reading! Here's the next chapter!

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Chapter Two – Discussions at the Dress Store


Dawn was still about to break when an exaggerated—not to mention obnoxiously loud—clattering noise from the nearby nook woke Tinker Bell up. It was Thursday, she guessed, because she always knew Tinker's nook to be constantly annoying during that day of the week.

She tried covering her face with her green blanket to block up the noise, but the rattling was, unfortunately, still too loud to even muffle. As the sound later intensified, she realized she had no choice but to get up.

Gathering all her willpower to fight her self-induced laziness, Tink jumped off her bed before drastically throwing her favorite pillow on the scruffy mattress cover. The half-asleep half-awake tinker fairy then unsteadily walked her way to her kitchen; scampering through her dish-enhancing inventions (or so she calls them) and reached for the green porcelain mug that sat idly on the cupboard.

As the blonde-haired girl tried to shoo her sleepiness away, thoughts of yesterday came rushing back to her, flooding her heart and stomach with a fluttering feeling that she enjoyed, yet hated, at the same time.

"No. No. Tinker Bell, focus! Don't let the whole letter-thing get into you. It's impossible for the letter to be from Terrence…duh," she quietly reprimanded herself as she desperately pressed the side of her mug upon her cheek. "I mean, why on Earth will he send you a letter? That's stupid! He won't do such a thing."

With these notions, she quickly filled her mug with coffee from her newly-built coffee-maker. She had always loved coffee, because it was practically kind of her good-mood-o'-meter booster. Somehow, that blackish-brown mixture of bitter but sweet flavor helps her calm her nerves.

Well, speaking of calming nerves…

The moment her sight collided with the view of her SeedSpitter Premium on a nearby table, Tinker Bell's good-mood-o'-meter readings quickly dropped into a stunning zero. Argh, there it is again, the cause of all her troubles.

If it wasn't for that worthless piece of junk, the tinker fairy's totally optimistic mood yesterday wouldn't have disappeared so sudden. If it at least worked as planned when she presented it, things would've gone smoothly. If it didn't almost make the Minister of Autumn plummet to certain death yesterday (don't ask how), she should've been thinking of her one of a kind moment with the letter until now. She should have been totally ecstatic, but nooo… Her invention had to ruin everything.

She was annoyed, embarrassed and undoubtedly humiliated at the same time. Just the thought of her presentation yesterday made her want to throw up.

Talk about waking up on the wrong side of the—

CRASH!

"What's going on this time?" Tink crossly said as she walked to her door and opened it. There, she saw Terrence, raising his arms overstatedly as if he was suddenly paused from a melodramatic fall.

"Tink!" Terrence exclaimed after turning to Tink's direction. "I was—"

"What happened? And why is there a casserole on your foot?" said Tink, awkwardly pointing downward.

As if by adrenaline, Terrence quickly shook the casserole off. "Cooking lessons! For, um, the Ball. I'm one of the…um…chefs. I mean assistant chefs! You know, the ones that—" he stammered.

"Spill it Terrence," the blonde cut him off before taking a sip from her drink. "Not in a very good mood."

Terrence sighed. "I just tripped. That's all. Some tinker fairy's passing through when I was on my way here and—"

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, what are you doing here?"

Tinker Bell isn't actually the cold-and-arrogant kind of girl, but, she kind of changes when one of her inventions fail. When her friends try to bring up this attitude problem to her, she would always tell them that her mood swings are things that only tinker fairies would understand.

Terrence cleared his throat. "Well… I…"

The tinker fairy raised her eyebrow.

"I… I was…"

"You were?"

"I was wondering if…"

"You were what?! I'm waiting, Terrence," Tink interjected impatiently. The sparrow man in front of her winced in surprise.

"I was just passing through," Terrence finally blurted out. He was such a bad liar; Tink already knew that something was up. "So, Tinker Bell. Uhh, fly with you later. Sorry to bother you."

The moment the sparrow man left, Tinker Bell took another small sip from her beloved coffee and placed her free hand on her hips. Terrence seemed to be hiding something from her these days.

"Duh! That's because he is the letter-sender, you snail brain," the inner Tinker Bell screamed inside her mind. "Use your common sense sometimes… Sheesh."

Surprised with her inner thoughts, Tinker Bell shook her head in protest and stepped back to close the door. Maybe she was getting too much coffee.

When she shifted her sight to the window a few feet away from her door, she suddenly saw a familiar green envelope; an exact replica of the envelopes she had been receiving. It was Secret Admirer's letter for today, she presumed.

Weird.

Tinker Bell thought that she wouldn't receive any more letters after the mysterious sender's asking. Why does S.A. still need to send her letters anyway? He already asked.

And more importantly, how did the letter get there?


At Crystal Mirrors Clothing Store, in a little while later…

"It's official, sweet pea," said Rosetta, carefully assessing a pink and black cocktail dress that she held at eye length. "He's S.A."

"Yeah, Tink. It's pretty obvious," Iridessa stated matter-of-factly.

"But what if it was all a coincidence?" Tink protested. "What if –"

"What if what?" Fawn asked mockingly. "D'ya think the letter would just magically write itself and ninja its way to your house? Ha! I don't think so, Tink…"

Rosetta then turned to the girls after placing the pink dress back to the rack. "Fawn's right, sunflower. In fact, I don't think there's any more reason for you to doubt."

Tink rolled her eyes. There they go again…being optimistic and all. She liked her friend's undying support but she wished for them to at least stop giving her false hopes. "You guys are just saying that."

Fawn shook her head in objection. "Just look; he went to your house early in the morning without, supposedly, any particular reason, then…poof! There's a letter at your window. Who else do you think would bring that?"

"Umm, a mail sparrow man?" Tink joked.

"Har-har, yeah right. Mail sparrow men don't put letters on windows."

Iridessa, picking up a yellow sundress from an old box under one of the shop's tables, spoke. "And even though we are still not sure who the real sender is, Terrence still kind of tops the list of suspects."

Tinker Bell shut up for a while as the girls continued raiding random piles of clothes in the shop. Maybe her friends are right. Maybe it is Terrence. But, if it's him then, will they still be friends?

'It's either you'll lose your tightness or you'll actually drift apart.' Rosetta's reminders a day before rang clearly upon her memory. Lose their tightness? That can't happen, because she will never let it – even if it means responding positively to the letter. But, then again, doing so would erase each of them in their friend zones and take them to the next level. Tink still doesn't know if she'll want that either.

"But," the tinker audibly murmured, "He said he was just passing through."

"That's because you scared him off, Miss Playing-Hard-To-Get!"Fawn snapped back.

Tinker Bell's suddenly dilated eyes glared at the animal fairy. "Miss Pla – that's absurd! Me, playing hard to get? Never! Never in a million years. Get real, Fawn. Why on Neverland would I play hard –"

She was stopped from her frantic speech when Dess articulated something that sounded a lot like a snort-like croak. Surprised, the four other fairies turned to her.

"Sorry," Dess forced back her giggles. "Got too carried away." Tink just rolled her eyes in response, particularly because she was used to Iridessa's peculiar, held back laughs.

"You're so gullible, Tink," Fawn nudged the tinker's arms. "Nevertheless, you're still scary."

"Whatever, Fawn."

"It's true, my pansy," Rosetta slapped Tinker Bell's back lightly. "Have you seen yourself freakin' out? He probably chickened out on asking you to be his date."

"You know, Tinker Bell, you should say sorry to him," Iridessa continued. "Yelling at someone is pretty rude."

Tinker Bell slumped her head. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course Tink. Unless you want him to change his mind about asking you, then, carry on with your yelling."


A few minutes later, the girls finally picked out their respective outfits and modeled them one after another in front of the dressing rooms.

Fawn wore a brown one; a strapless animal-print dress that extended elegantly down to knee-length. The skirt-part of the dress, which was introduced by a brown ribbon woven from carefully chosen dry leaves, was veiled with a net-like black cloth. It was surprising to find that the animal fairy chose the dress herself.

Rosetta's dress was kind of simple, compared to most of her clothes. It was a beautiful pink cocktail dress carefully woven from silk; and is only accessorized by a brown fiber-like material that functioned as a belt.

Meanwhile, Iridessa picked out the yellow, one-shoulder sundress she was eyeing earlier. The dress had cute little ruffles at the edges, making the dress look like the sun from top view.

Silvermist stepped out of the dressing room wearing a lovely sapphire-blue chiffon dress with a silver upper-part that covered the chest. It had small drop-shaped frills at the skirt's hem, which swayed with her every move.

While they were busy admiring their reflections on the mirror, Tinker Bell suddenly clapped her hands fanatically, thus breaking the silence.

"Your outfits are awesome! All you need now are matching shoes," she squealed.

The four of them looked towards the tinker's direction and realized that she hadn't picked out anything yet. Rosetta then sighed and pulled her over to a bunch of green dresses tucked beneath a wooden table.

"Here, darlin'," Rosetta said, handing Tink the mountain-pile of clothes. "Try these on."

"Actually," Tink replied, popping her head on the side so that Ro could see her. "I was planning make my own dress."

"What?" Fawn exclaimed. "You can't make your own dress."

"Of course I can! All I need is some scissors, some green—"

Iridessa added another group of green outfits on the tinker's pile. "No, Tinker Bell. What Fawn is trying to say is that you shouldn't make your own dress. That's not how it works around here."

"Now, try those on. Hurry!" Rosetta hastily pushed Tinker Bell inside the nearest dressing room.

Tink rummaged into the pile and put on an over-decorated green flower costume. She stepped out of the room with an uneasy look on her face.

Rosetta gasped while the others giggled silently.

"My, dandelion! Change that. You look like a celery!" the garden-talent screeched. Tinker Bell blew a stray strand of hair out of her face and stomped back to the dressing room. Next, she modeled a puff-sleeved dress that bulged at the bottom.

"No," Ro and Dess shook their heads in unison.

The blonde quickly went inside the room again and closed the door. After undergoing through a bunch of rejected outfits, Tinker Bell finally went out wearing a cross-strapped mini-dress that is adorned with gold designs at the edges. The dress' cloth was thinner than normal, making it flow elegantly down her knees like water. Genuine smiles curled up her friends' faces.

"Beautiful!" Fawn remarked. "I can hardly recognize you!" All the others nodded in agreement.

"So, this is it, then?" Tink asked.

"It's perfect! Terrence will be so proud of you, hun!" Ro beamed. "Now, hurry, tulip. I heard some other fairies coming this way. I don't want those cowslips copying our foxgloves."

"Cow…what?" Fawn confusingly asked again. Rosetta paid no heed to her and brought all their dresses to the counter. She then perkily gave each of her friends their respective shopping bags and led the way towards the door. All the other fairies followed her example and floated out of the shop. All, except for Silvermist.

Noticing that one of them is missing, Fawn fluttered back to the building and found Silvermist still gazing at her newly-bought dress.

"Hey, Sil, is there something wrong?" Fawn said gently. "You haven't said a word since we got here."

Sil sighed as she placed the dress back to her paper bag.

"What? So you're not going to answer me?" the animal fairy stated impatiently.

"I'm sorry, Fawn," Sil mumbled. "I was just…thinking something through."

Fawn stared at the water fairy for a while and then crossed her arms in a stern manner. "This is about the letter, isn't it?"

Surprised, Silvermist cringed as her eyes widened. "What? T-the letter?"

"Yes, the letter," Fawn snapped back. "I noticed that you had been acting weird ever since the letter issue yesterday."

"It had only been one day. You can't assess someone's changes in that small period of time."

"Really, Sil? Really? Staying silent, changing the subject, talking to yourself when you think no one's looking, staring out at nowhere… My, anyone close to you will notice changes."

Silvermist fell silent before Fawn spoke once again. "I may look like a dimwit, but I'm not dumb. I sense things."

Trying to think of a way to get out of her situation, Silvermist stood up and glided towards the door. She laughed gently and said, "Oh Fawn. You must be imagining things. I'm perfectly fine. If I am acting weird, then, this has nothing to do with Tink's letter."

Fawn spun around just as Sil was about to turn the doorknob.

"I knew it," Fawn announced. "You're jealous, aren't you?"

Silvermist froze as she stopped in her tracks. Did she just say, 'Jealous'?