Hello everybody! This story is a sequel to "Tornado". If you haven't read "Tornado", you will be very, very confused. This story takes place right after the last chapter of "Tornado". Just a fair warning =). So, since this is the first authors note of the story, I'll keep it short and sweet. So, enjoy the chapter and please review!
"I can't believe this is happening again," Jeanette whispered in Simon's ear as they sat by the window, watching the pouring rain.
"This is odd. Something is not right here. But, who can we tell? No one will believe us,"
"Maybe this time nothing will happen," she whispered, with a small amount of hope.
"Hurricanes just don't happen on the West Coast. There was never a hurricane here. Something is going to happen. Maybe not to us, but something will happen,"
"I don't want to go through all of that, again," she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"I don't either. The first time was strenuous enough,"
"Tell me about it, I did all the work," she smiled up at him. He gently kissed her, before they were interrupted.
"Hey, lovebirds! Do you think you can get up and help us?" Alvin shouted, from across the room.
They both gave him a dirty look, but reluctantly stood up to help.
"What exactly are we helping you with?" Simon asked, rolling his eyes.
"Putting boards and tape on the windows!" he motioned to the large stack of wood next to him.
"Where did you get that?"
"I, uh, found it. In the basement," he looked at the floor.
"What did you destroy to get that?"
"A bookcase," he whispered, keeping his head down.
"Why was there a bookcase down there, anyway?"
"I don't know! But it was empty, and it's wood,"
Simon sighed, and glanced at Jeanette, who shrugged.
"Do you have screws? Or a screwdriver?" Simon asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Not exactly,"
"Well, then, how do you want us to hang these, Alvin?"
"I'm not sure,"
Simon groaned. "I guess that taking about the bookcase was unnecessary, then,"
"I guess so. But it was fun,"
"At least we could tape up the windows. Where's the duct tape?"
"Here," Alvin threw the tape at him, and he caught it.
"What are you going to do?"
"Uh, stuff," he walked away.
"That's Alvin talk for "nothing","
"He just wanted us to do all of the work," she replied, sighing and shaking her head. They approached the windows, and made the large x's on it. They did that to every window in the entire house. They also put the tape on the back sliding door, which, too, was made of glass. Once they had finished, Simon put the duct tape on the small kitchen table, and then they returned to their seats in front of the window. The others continued to run around, and get ready for the impending hurricane. The television was on in the background, once again repeating the same information that they'd already heard. After about an hour, they turned around to see Brittany spreading a blanket on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Jeanette asked.
"I'm setting up for the hurricane, duh," she said, looking up.
"I thought you don't sleep on the floor,"
"Hmm, well, I can sleep on the floor, sleep in an old, dusty basement, or sleep upstairs, in a room full of windows. I choose the floor," she returned to spreading the blanket out.
"Sometimes, I think Brittany is bipolar," Jeanette whispered in Simon's ear. He began to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Brittany asked angrily.
"See what I mean," she whispered once again.
"What do the two of you keep whispering about?"
"Oh, nothing, Britt," Jeanette replied, smiling sweetly.
"Ugh, never mind!"
"Hey, guys, who wants cake?" Alvin suggested, coming up from the basement.
"First of all, you are so random, and second, I don't think anyone wants cake right now," Brittany said, her tone of voice was annoyed.
"Sheesh, I only wanted cake,"
"No one cares!"
"But, it's cake!"
"Alvin! If you say cake one more time, I'm going to walk in the kitchen, get the cake, and shove it up your ass,"
Alvin muttered something under his breath, that was incomprehensible from where Simon and Jeanette were sitting, but Brittany had heard it.
"What did you say?" she asked, wrinkling the edge of the blanket as she stood up.
"Nothing," his eyes grew wide, and he immediately ran up the stairs. She chased after him, cursing him out at the same time.
"Ugh, here they go again," Jeanette said sighing, as they listened to the screaming voices upstairs.
"What happened?" Eleanor asked, walking in the room with Theodore. They had obviously heard the screaming, also.
"They're fighting. Again. But it isn't anything new," Jeanette replied.
"You're right, we only have to worry if they start breaking stuff,"
As if on cue, glass shattered upstairs. Everyone groaned, and reluctantly moved from their places to go investigate what was broken. They climbed up the stairs in a single file line, and walked into the room, where the noise had come from. Sure enough, a picture frame was on the floor, the glass broken, with Alvin and Brittany standing on either side of it.
"He did it!" Brittany shouted, pointing one finger at Alvin.
"Me? No, she did it!"
"No, you did it!"
"When are the two of you going to stop acting like children?" Simon screamed over them. They both turned to him, and glared.
"Well, he did it," Brittany mumbled.
"It doesn't matter who did it, just clean it up," Simon sighed.
"I shouldn't have to clean up something I didn't do!"
"Technically, since we have no proof of which one of you did do it, you both have to clean it,"
They attempted to protest, but the others wouldn't hear it. They simply turned away, and walked back down the stairs. This time, Eleanor and Theodore took seats on the couch, while Simon motioned for Jeanette to follow him. They went onto the porch in the backyard, where the awning protected them from the heavy rain. The breeze was cool, and every now and then, there was a clap of thunder. They sat mostly in silence, enjoying each others' presence. After a long time, the sky grew darker, and night had come. The thunder claps grew closer together, and there were even strikes of lighting. The cool breeze turned into a sharp wind. When they decided they couldn't take anymore, they picked up the chairs that they had been sitting on, and carried them into the house, so they wouldn't blow away.
"When is this hurricane supposed to hit?" Simon asked, once they had finished.
"If I remember correctly, the weather man said that it would happen in a few hours, but its been a few hours. So, I'm guessing soon,"
He glanced at the clock. "It's only seven thirty,"
"I can't believe we've already been here a whole day. And we didn't even go to the beach,"
"But, it's still your birthday,"
"I completely forgot," she said, smiling. She really had forgotten it was her birthday.
"How could you forget your birthday?" he asked, also smiling.
"I don't know, I just did," she shrugged, then she changed the subject. "Where are you going to stay tonight?"
"Probably upstairs. I really don't want to sleep near Alvin and Brittany, so I'll take my chances with the hurricane,"
"I agree with you, besides, we've taped up the windows, and the beds aren't near them anyway,"
"I guess its settled that we're sleeping upstairs then,"
She nodded, still smiling. "What do we do until then?"
"There's another t.v. upstairs, why don't we go watch it? I really don't feel like watching the news,"
"Sounds good," she agreed. And then they walked upstairs, paw in paw.
To be continued...
Ah, the first chapter of a new story is complete! So, how was it? Good? Bad? I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I've been working so hard on it, and it will be much different from "Tornado". Well, in the story line anyway. The theme is similar, but trust me, the things that are going to happen are...well, I can't even describe it! You'll just have to wait and see, but I can definitely say its different . Sorry for that =). So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review! Until tomorrow, Peace, Love and Chipmunks =).
