Alvin and the Chipmunks
My Little Genius
My name is Noah Seville, Green Lantern, Irish Mage, and, to my two soons and my daughter, a father. They were triplits. The two boys, Roan Alvin Seville and Conner ( His full name is Simon Conner Seville Jr., named after my brother, Simon. We call him by his middle name to avoid confusion), are as smart as I am. My daughter, Brittany Ann, is smart too. Unlike her brothers, however, she posesses a knowledge of the magic arts, like me.
When the children were about 10, (Annabeth, my wife, and I were 30 at the time), I was reading the afternoon news paper while Annabeth made her famous Green Lantern Insignia Chocolate chip cookies, when Conner burst into the house, tears streaming his face. He stormed up to his room without saying a word to us. Roan and Brittany came in a few minutes later. "Hey, you two. You know what's eating your brother by any chance?" I asked.
Roan nodded. "In 3rd period, as we got dressed after P.E, Sean Remeirez pushed Conner down and told him that he was a peice of Irish trash, just like his dad. Conner got really mad and said, 'My father is a great hero, Remeirez. All your dad does sit on the couch and drink until his fat ass takes up your entire living space.'" he said.
"That's my boy." I thought. "Then what happened?" I asked. Brittany inhaled sharply. "Remeirez let him have it. After school, he grabbed Conner and beat him pretty bad. He was totally black and blue. Luckily, I saw the whole thing unfold and healed him. Remeirez was expelled. But before he left, Remeirez said something that made Conner burst into tears." she said. "What?" I asked. "'At least my dad ddn't die drunk in a car crash, like that dipshit Uncle Alvin of yours.' Maybe I should talk to him." she said. "No. I'll talk to him." I said, holing back my anger.
Alvin, my older brother, did die in a car crash last month. But he wasn't drunk. I swore that little brat would feel my vengance. But irst, I had to comfort my son. I knocked on Conner's door. "Who is it?" Conner asked. "It's Dad. Open up, Conner." I said. The door opened. Conner sat back on his bed. I set him on my lap. "I heard about what happened. Ar you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, fine." Conner said. "Simon Conner Seville Jr., don't lie to me. Tell me the truth." I said.
Conner started to cry. I hugged him. "I just miss Uncle Alvin so much." Conner sobbed. "I miss him too, Conner. Not a day goes by that I don't miss Alvin." I said. I turned to my son. "He loved you a lot, Conner. I remember his last words to me. ' Noah, look after Conner. I swear, that boy's gonna do big things someday. He may not know it yet, but he's a Seville. Sevilles always do big things. Remember that.' And I do, even to this day." I said. Conner wiped his eyes and hugged me. "Thanks Dad." he said. "Anytime, My little genius." I said.