Happy September, you guys! Isn't this a wonderful month? Anyway, as some might have possible noticed, I appear with a new story roughly once every four months. Not exactly what you'd call a prolific writer. And because of the tons of people begging me to write a sequel to a certain story of mine, I have relented! … Ok, that was a complete joke. I just got bored and wrote something. This is going to be my first multi-chapter (and my first sequel), sliced into precisely six brief uneven parts. If you say you want me to update, I will. So, it's up to you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the chipmunks. Nor the binoculars.
Here comes chapter one!
A beautiful conglomeration of weightless summer clouds was floating above the city, faintly reflecting in the uneven plain of the sea's surface. The lengthy black pillars of a bridge stretching across to the peninsula were rising straight from the murky waters. A small ship could be seen silently drifting towards the horizon. Dark green hills provided a frame for this captivating picture.
Simon lowered his binoculars with an amazed sigh, sitting back on the rows of tiles. Indeed, the rooftop of his family villa had proved to be an incredible vantage point for observing the city. He lied down, putting the object beside him. Good binoculars are heavy and, if unsupported, the observer's hands can only handle them for so long.
The bespectacled chipmunk fixed his glasses into place and proceeded to gaze at the blue void. A pair of nightingales rushed right past him, mingling with the scenery. Simon sat up, immediately greeted by a gush of wind. His hand grabbed the binoculars. He examined the neighbouring villas one by one. They were all different, the sole similarity being the lush vegetation. Soon came the turn of the adjacent edifice. The distance separating it from him was so insignificant that its porch seemed blurry. The chipmunk looked at its balcony, focusing the instrument. Now a figure was visible. The clear image shocked him to the point where Simon dropped the binoculars.
There, not thirty feet away stood somebody he least expected to see. Jeanette Miller. This was their first encounter for six months as the Observatory had been under restoration. It had been a good two weeks after the accident when he had realized the two hadn't exchanged contact details. It was an entire miracle they were going to meet again.
The chipmunk stared in disbelief. It appeared that fate had decided to make up for his lack of luck. With happiness written all over his face, Simon was about to call out to her if she hadn't disappeared into the building.
Fantastic.
Every chapter of this story is dedicated to Tanya V. Happy Anniversary! I positively cannot believe we've been best friends for ten years. But I also can't imagine them being less. I can recall how in every textbook when an exercise told you to draw a friend I always imagined you (my drawings were dreadful, as you may expect). Every time when my phone rang I prayed it was you. And every summer, a month before we are reunited, we eagerly make arrangements. You are something I can't put into words (and I like to think I have a rich vocabulary). We forged our personalities alongside each other despite the 505 kilometers between us. We grew up, but are still as close as ever. I strongly believe that this is indication enough we can't truly be apart. I love you, meine Freundin!~