Just another Simonette. But more serious. I just wanna thank SIMON270 for all the reviews on my other two stories. You're the best!
I do not own Aatc Batc or the chipmunks mom. However, I do own Mina, Danny, Chad, Ashley, Dylan, and Sky.
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There were about two things I was sure of about Simon Seville: 1-He was my best friend. And 2- I was sure I like him a little more than that. And I usually tell him everything. But that's the one thing he doesn't know. And I don't think he's going to find out any time soon. Anyway, since we were best friends, we did everything together. Including going to the ice cream shop around the corner.
"So," he said taking a long, thoughtful sip of his chocolate milkshake. "Why do you think this is?" I had been telling him about my sister Brittany being an attention hog. I giggle a little. "You sound like Dr. Phil." He raised his eyebrows. "Hmmm..." I break out laughing and he joined me. "But seriously,"he suddenly stops. "What's wrong? As far as I know, Brittany's always been an attention hog. Why is bothering you now?"
I shrug. That's a good question. Usually I just let Brittany have the spotlight and just watch in the corner, barely getting noticed. And I've been doing it since I was born.
Maybe it didn't really bother me. I just like talking to Simon. And there wasn't much to talk about. So I change the subject. "What's up at the Seville household?"
His face falls and he starts playing with the straw in his cup. "Fighting," he says finally. "Lots of fighting." "Oh..." As far as Simon's told me, he and his brothers fight a lot. And about little things too,like eating somebody else's cupcake, or who stole that. Stuff of that sort.
"It'll be okay," I assure him. "Things will blow over." He shrugs. By now his milkshake and my strawberry ice cream cone are long gone. So we decide it's time to leave. And, of course, I trip over my own shoelace trying to get up from the booth we were sitting at. "Whoa!"
I hit the ground pretty hard, and a lot of people look up from their booths to look at me. And some of them are kids from school. Over all, a lot of people start to snicker. Simon helps me stand up. "You okay?" I don't answer. I can feel my face heating up as he leads me out of the ice cream shop. Wouldn't be going there for a while.
"It's okay Jean," he says soothingly. "Next thing you know, they'll all get their comeupance." I try to shrug it off like I don't care, but I do. I can't imagine how many times I've embarrassed Simon from falling. Lost in thought, I continue walking, not really paying attention to were I'm going. All I know is I'm crossing the street.
"Jeanette!" shouts Simon, breaking me out of thought. "Look out!" I turn to my left to see an oncoming black truck coming straight towards me. And it looked like it had no intention of slowing down. Everything happens so fast. One minute, I'm staring at the truck coming at me at least 50 miles per hour. Next thing I know, I feel someone shove me and I hit the concrete hard. Loud screeching noises soun throughout the nieghborhood.
When I look up,a frightening sight is before me. And I scream bloody murder.
