Okay, my friend says this is a cool chapter, so I decided to post it straight away! Hope you'll like it!
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(Thank you Sparky - btw I love your Terrence website :-D)

Friday

Usually, the story was the same every morning: Mac was already having breakfast when Terrence walke dout of his room looking like a sleepwalker, and ending up putting the butter in his cup and pouring milk over his toast, then drinking and eating it without noticing anything weird (except for the one case when he poured salt and pepper in his cocoa and added marmalade to his bowl of cereal).

But now, all was different. By the time Mac arrived in the kitchen, Terrence's dishes were all washed (!) and he was just putting on his shoes, ready to go to school.

Mac didn't even have time to get surprised when his brother had already left, saying goodbye (!).

The teacher was just entertaining students with a long and exciting description of a mathematic rule, when Terrence laid a bit back on his chair, then glanced at Sheila. Her intense black eyes soon looked into his. Terrence smiled (blinding a couple of other classmates with his wonderful shiny white teeth). Sheila slowly rised an eyebrow. She didn't seem too interested.
- Terrence! – the teacher's voice was heard – can you tell us what we're talking about?
- Euh…?
- Just as I thought – the teacher said – ah, as I see you like clean stuff… very well, you'll be cleaning the classroom after the lessons!

Terrence stood there, with the bucket of water and the scrubber, ready to clean the classroom. True, he wasn't too happy about it. Sheila had left.
- Ah! – he sighed and laid against the wall.
- Hello, Terrence.
That voice!
- She…
- Hey, hey, hey! – Sheila raised her hands – before you call me Shelley, my name's Sheila!
- Sheila… - he said. He felt his cheeks turn red as she slowly began walking towards him.

She was right in front of him now. Terrence kept on blushing more and more. Her hand begam caressing his hair. He was afraid his cheeks were going to set on fire at any moment.
- You look… better… today… I shouldn't have told you that yesterday… I never wanted to be mean to you…
Her face went closer to his.
He had seen these scenes so often in The Loved and the Loveless.
He closed his eyes.
He felt her breath…
Then suddenly it was gone. Terrence, quite disappointed, opened his eyes to see that she was already walking away.
- She…
She stopped.
- Sheila!
- Finally! – she turned around and clapped her hands. She smiled for a short moment.
Silence.
- So, Terrence?
- Euh… nothing – he seemed confused. Of course he couldn't just say You were just about to kiss me, why did you stop?

He moved a few steps away from the wall towards the bucket of water and the scrubber, when…
- Ah, I know now! – said Sheila.
Before Terrence could do anything, she ran towards him, clenched her strong fists on his shoulders and pinned him against the wall…
Then… just their lips moved. But without talking.

Ten minutes later

- Aaah…! – sighed Terrence every second, laid againts the wall, with a huge smile.

An hour later

Terrence still stood there, laid against the wall, with a huge smile, sighing every second.

Two hours later

Terrence slowly slid down, so now he was lying on the pavement, still smiling and sighing.

Three hours later

- Aaah…! – he sighed.
A couple of minutes later, he felt someone kick his leg.
- Aaah, Sheilaaah…!
- MY NAME'S SHIRLEY! – shouted the old, fat cleaning lady – get out, boy, the school's gonna close!

In the next chapter: Mac asks Bloo's opinion about Terrence's strange behavior, but the imaginary friend seems too occupied about disliking Shaula t. J. F. to say anything that makes sense; Shaula just wants to have Sheila back; Sheila hatches an evil but yet genial plan to ruin Shaula's blossoming friendship (nothing more - for now, I've had enough of Wilt romances, sorry!) with Wilt, but of course she'll need the help of a "personal slave" with a low IQ...
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