Hello!
This is Miss~Stoneflower and JBObsession, expanding our horizons, getting out of our comfort zones, and going to write something totally stupid and lame that we just crack up while writing it. Hope you find it as stupid as us.
This chapter was co-written by both of us, future chapters will be written by only one of us.
Disclaimer: Neither of us own Alvin and the Chipmunks or the Twilight characters.
It was a bright sunny day in Los Angeles. There was not a cloud in the sky.
And Edward and Bella were hungry.
Covered completely so their identities were not revealed, Bella pretended to faint dramatically (even though she was a vampire, she still acted like an irritating human).
"I'm starving!" she moaned. "I feel like a rabbit."
"Yuck." said Edward. "What about….."
Just then a car pulled over, and three little furry creatures wearing sweaters jumped out.
"Bye Dave!" the one in the red sweater with a yellow A on it said. The car drove off, and Edward and Bella licked their lips.
"Chipmunk, darling?" Edward asked.
"I want the fat one." Bella said. They were about to pounce when Edward suddenly remembered something mildly important.
"Oh wait. They're famous singers."
"Famous my ass, I've never heard of singing chipmunks." Bella snapped. "All I know is I'm starving and they'll do just fine. Now gimme the fat one!"
"Fine." Edward knew there was no point in arguing with Bella – especially when she was going savage. And as a recently turned vampire…..that was ALL the time. "Ladies first."
"I should think so." Bella replied haughtily, and glided over to the chipmunks. "Hello, little furry things that I've probably seen a million of."
The chipmunks stared at Bella incredulously as fangs seemed to appear in her smile.
"Well, we're not allowed to talk to strangers." the little fat one said. "So, bye-bye!"
With lightning speed Bella scooped them up in her hands and carried them over to Edward.
"Which one do you want?" Bella asked, her voice sickly sweet towards her husband. Edward looked between the three chipmunks. Bella had clearly chosen the best one, he thought as he stared at the chubby green sweatered chipmunk. "Don't even think about, The fat one is mine."
"Hey! I'm not fat, I'm big boned."
"Maybe the one in the red sweater, the one with glasses looks a little too much like just skin and bones, very thin blood. Not healthy."
"What are you, you sabre-toothed psychos?" the one in the red sweater asked. "Don't you know who we are?"
"Nope." Bella replied, completely bored with this exchange.
"Talking chipmunks?" Edward hazarded a guess.
"Does it really matter, it's ten minutes past lunch time and I'm hungry." Bella felt like screaming. If these little buggers didn't shut up she'd go rampant and try to kill the next group of stupid tourists that headed their way.
"Are you taking us out for lunch?" the fat one asked hopefully. A sweat drop appeared on Bella's forehead.
"Are you stupid or something?" she asked.
"No!" the fat one replied indignantly.
"Oh, well, not that it matters…." Bella said to herself thoughtfully. She picked up the fat one and opened her mouth.
"No! Theodore!" the red sweatered one exclaimed.
"Theodore? How cute." Bella simpered. "But a rose by any other name would smell as sweet….well, blood, in this case."
"B…blood...?" Theodore stuttered.
Until next time...