#239
Four years, from age 11 to 15. There had to be some kind of luck in a relationship that 2 grade schoolers had managed that long.
There was.
But it was Bad luck.
Simon And Jeanette, boyfriend and girlfriend of over 4 years had gone on dates every Saturday that they could.
But every Saturday that they had, A major case of Bad Luck struck. Nothing bad ever happened on Days when they didn't have an official date.
They talked together and walked together, and went to the library or Simons Basement/Lab. But those weren't asked like you see in the cheesy highschool movies
"Oh Nacy will you go out with me Friday night to Chuck E. Cheeses?" "Oh Gorge I'd be delighted, I can't wait to play in the ball pit!"
See, cheesy. Any way shape or form the real 'get dressed up, go out in town, buy a nice dinner'-dates ended up horribly. Examples may include-and these are only the better ending ones:
Date #1 Simon had decided to use most of his money to buy a nice meal at an Italian resturant. The food was fairly pricey, but the wait wasn't too long and the portions were huge. And They had ordered a vegitarian Lasagna to share, but then the waiter tripped on a chairleg, and the lasanga flew and landed on simon's Head.
"Oh, man I'm so sorry!" the waiter called. Simon smiled sighed, smiled, and said "Can we get another order of that- with moer selongro int he sauce and the noodles, cooked a bit longer?" The man nodded and went to get a new order as jeanette reached across the table wiped some sauce of Simon's nose and tasted it saying "Not half bad."
Date#62 Simon hadn't been saying a word the entire day, only small answers and if he could shrugs, nods, and shakes of his head.
As you can imagine Jeanette was worried.
They were going to an opera that night, and Simon had got them backstage passes. Right before the opera began he and Jeanette had gone to the practice room.
"Alright now, I need all of you to sing a middle C. 8 beats. Begin." Everyone except Simon sang. And this didn't go unnoticed by the director.
"Come on now young man, don't be shy, try a nice do, if you want to." Simon looked around noticing that everyone was staring at him. He couldn't get out of it.
"Doooooo*CRACK*oo" Everyone began to laugh, and SImon hung his head.
"So-*CRACK* sorry." Jeanette couldn't help but stiffel a giggle. thus Simon couldn't help but glare. All day long he'd earned nothing but giggles for everything he tried to say- no matter how serious it was, so he had decided not to talk on the date for fear of his pride. He said nothing the rest of the date, and Jeanette felt awful. They worked it out the day after.
Date #113 They had decided to try a nice relaxing 'well gee nothing bad could possibly happen' walked through the park and visit to the observatory. And right as they walked passed the pond a fish squirted at Simon's and a bird pooped on Jeanette's nose. "Aw, man!" they had both said Simotamiously, then laughed at eachother and they way they usually thouht alike- all in all the date costed about $27 more that it origianlly had, with the soap, dry cleaning, and the obseravtory ticket's being worthless because of a 'liquid's aren't allowed in for a possibility of being spilled'-policy
Date #154 They had been keeping the fact that they were an item secret for about three years, but their siblings we're becoming suspicious.
"Alright, so you want us to believe your both going to go study dressed up like that?" Alvin asked. Simon shrugged,
"Okay you caught us, I'm really going out with that adorable um Valerie Brer."
"And I'm going out with that dreamy Justin Thimble."
"Alrigth, fine. We believe you. . ." Brittany replied.
"You told me she wasn't that cute." Jeanette glared and mummbled under her breath, as they walked out the door onto the sidewalk.
" You told me he would make a terrible date." Simon glared back. Unbeknown to them they were talking louder than they imagined, and Alvin and Brittany both heard them from the doorstep,
"Now we don't. you guys are dating each other. How long?" Jeanette and SImon stopped their pointless little bicker to look to the ground,
"three years. . . " Alvin and Brittany both jumped back and began yelling at them. After about an hour of their ranting they allowed Simon and Jeanette to leave with a 'get out'.
They spent the rest of the night trying to comfort eachother about what their respective sibling had said.
Date #238 The bands wouldn't be able to go to their own proms, they had already sceduled tours at both of those times. So this little preformance at this school's prom was their only prom they'd ever get to go to. They had just finished preforming and were now allowed to do as they pleased.
Theodore and Elenore were eating,
Alvin and Brittany were dancing,
Simon and Jeanette were talking.
"Simon I swear every date goes wrong for us. I don't know if we should dance, we're a jynx- we'd mess up the whole prom!" Jeanette mummbled.
"Jeanette you are anything but a jynx! Now just because things tend to go wrong for us doesn't mean that we'll mess up this prom for everyone. Come on please this is your favorite song" Simon begged. And it worked. Jeanette took his outstretched hand and they began to twirl, and sway."
Nothing surprisingly went wrong. . . . for the first five minutes.
"Jeanette, Simon!" Alvin and Brittany said, Theo and Ellie behind them looking tired and kinda green.
"Yeah?" They asked simultaniously. Alvin and Brittany handed them Theodore and Elenore's hands.
"They got sick on the shrimp coctail. Take them home." Simon and Jeanette looked at each other.
"Why not you?" they asked simultaniously.
"Because you were given your own driver liscenses early, and we weren't. besides, this night is going great for us- we haven't missed a beat in any dance. take them home." They agreed, halfheatedly, and loaded the half awake chipmunks in their van.
"Well, we did get to dance. . . " Simon said sadly, and quietly. Jeanette nodded,
"I'm beginning to think we aren't a jynx. It's just the dates we go on together." Simon sighed, knowing she was upset.
"It'll get better. I know it will! I'm just sorry this had to happen on the eve of you girls' birthday." SImon added loud enough for Eleanore and Jeanette to hear. Eleanore just nodded sleepily, and Jeanette looked away. It was their first birthday when they were without Miss Miller. She had been given a trip for one to Ellis Island and after she took the offer she learned the date and that she couldn't refund, nor did she have the money to bring her girls.
"Miss Miller misses you. And in all honesty I feel a tad selfish- I didn't want you to go. I wanted you to spend the whole day with me, so I could celebrate the fact you're alive, and I have the girl of my dreams with me." He smiled and held her hand. She looked up and smiled at him sadly then looked back down to her knees.
"Well think of it this way; Alvin and Brittany have to take a cab. We don't so I have a little more money to spend on you tomorrow... Miss Miller is going to call, and thats the only 50 cents she brought on the trip because everything was paid for." Simon thought absentmindedly reminding everyone how Miss Miller still had never gotten a cell phone, "You get to stay at our place on your birthday, and uh-"
"Simon," Jeanette interrupted, "You're being so sweet trying to brighten my mood and you know I love you for it, but these are seriously reasons I can tell just came from the top of your head."
"Not much help, eh?" Simon asked agreeing in mind.
"Sorry..."
"Didn't think so." he sniggered. "but hey! With the money I saved not getting a cab, I can take you to that new place you wanted to go!"
"You don't have to, Si! I know that place is super expensive!" Jeanette said trying to prevent him from wasting his money, "besides.. I'd probably jynx it anyway..." SImon unconsciously slammed the brakes.
"Take it back now!" he commanded angrily- he hated it when she'd call herself a jynx, he could never help gritting his teeth at the thought.
"Simon, we're on a highway!" Jeanette screamed waking Theodore and Eleanore. Simon growled slightly and began driving again looking behind and in front of him. This wasn't a busy highway- sometimes he forgot it even was considered one. He looked back to her his eyes narrowed,
"Take it back, NOW, Jeanette!" Simon repeated, "You know how I feel about you calling yourself that!" Jeanette looked to the side and rolled her eyes. Simon and she rarely fought, but when they did it was always the same topic : their jynxed dates.
"Jeanette, I'm sorry." Simon said trying to calm himself, "But you know that never in a ba-jillion year could you be a jynx, if anyone was a jynx it'd be me, and the thought of jynxes in general are false, and unreal." He tried to convince her she wasn't a jynx. " Say it." Simon demanded. Jeanette rolled her eyes- they had made up a rhyme when they were twelve to recite whenever Brittany and Alvin were at it, then together then at it then together again. And now that they were grown a bit -they'd tease each other and say it when apologizing.
"Roses are red, violets are blue heaven knows I could never hate you.
With a nose black as night and mine like pink tights- I promise I didn't mean what I said So understand now, though cats may meow, I take back any hiss and replace it with a kiss." She rolled her eyes and leaned to kiss his cheek, as he turned his head so she kissed his lips. They broke apart and Simon gulped and looked back to the road swerving as he almost hit a stop sign.
"Maybe you shouldn't have recieved your lisence early." Jeanette said half startled.
They got back an hour and a half later and Jeanette was asleep in her seat like Theodore and Eleanor were. Simon the only one with his eyes opened. He pulled into their driveway and parked the car. Opening the back door he broght Eleanor, then Theodore inside and put them in their beds. He walked back out for a third time to bring in all of their equipment that Simon had to bring home. After coming back out for the last time he unbuckled the still asleep Jeanette and gently put his arm under her neck. Then carefully he brought his other arm under her knees, and raised himself slowly. He had gotten much stronger from when they were kids, he could care more that 120 lbs. and though Alvin could carry much more, and Theodore about the same, he was very proud that he could carry so much. For only one reason, really; Jeanette weighed about 100 lbs (she had wonderful motablism)
Instinctively the sleeping chipette wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her inside, up the stairs and into the room where she and her sisters were staying.
The day after #238 Simon smiled as Jeanette woke up and stretched. He had waited beside her bed since midnight, and she hadn't ever noticed.
Jeanette uncounsiously yawned and reahced around one the bed side table for her glasses witch Simon held on the other side of the bed.
". . . Morning Beautiful!" Simon said. She jumped out of ther skin. Simon couldn't help but chuckle,
"Why the heck did you do that?" she asked still scared. Then she turned to face him. He had on a shirt that said in big purple letters: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEANIE!" And on his glasses a small banner was set that read: "Jeanette's B-day!" She sat still a moment and he kissed her cheek.
"Happy birthday Jeanie-Bear!" he said happily. She smiled at him and looked down at lap, blushing. Then she noticed that she was in pajamas, and didn't remember waking up last night after falling asleep in the car.
"SImon how am I in my night-gown?" she asked suspiciously. Simon chuckled,
"Jeanette I can disable four bombs with my eyes shut in a matter of twelve minutes, I'm pretty sure I can get my girlfriend into a nightgown with my eyes closed... I'm not saying that's what I did but you know- I could." Jeanette's face heated up, and Simon shook his head,
"You may not a have noticed you were sleeping in your bra and underware, sweet-heart." Her blush died down slightly as she thought,
Better Simon than a stranger, right?
He smiled at her and then said,
"Why don't you go get dressed and I'll change into something that won't embarrass you too much, he turned and walked out of the room, and Jeanette couldn't help but notice the back of his shirt that read: Back off, birthday-girl is MINE