Prom-Roses
"I'm home!" Eleanor yelled entering her house through the back, all smiles, carrying a hanger with white plastic draped down it.
Jeanette walked into the kitchen to meet her. "Ooh, did you get it?" She smiled approaching her.
"Yep!" She set the hanger on the cabinet knob and removed the plastic cover revealing a dress.
Jeanette gasped at the green silk dress. "Ellie, it's beautiful." She reached forward.
"Don't touch it!" Eleanor yelled hugging the dress to her body in order to protect it from her sister's "evil" clutches. Jeanette jumped back in surprise. "Sorry," Eleanor sighed, relaxing a bit after her panic. "But a summer of babysitting rug rats and missing out on playing soccer, softball, and having to do extra chores around the house, I'm finally able to afford this dress. This is my dream dress for prom and I wouldn't be able to handle it if I saw get ruined." She explained, releasing it and brushing it off.
"In coming!" A voice yelled in the distance.
Both chipettes looked out the open window. Eleanor's eyes widened at the sight of a soccer ball flying in from it. At that point everything seemed to slow down. The ball soared through the air and just barely grazed her dress. Eleanor and Jeanette both breathed, but the worse was yet to come. The ball continued on its path and knocked into a bottle of squeezable chocolate syrup. The force was enough to send a thick rope of the goo straight towards Eleanor's dress.
They tensed again. "No!" Acting as quickly as she could, Eleanor leaped into the air, attempting to cut off the chocolate from its target and to instead hit her. Good news and bad news. Her plan to take the chocolate bullet for her dress worked. The chocolate sprayed her head to toe, but due to her height (or lack there of) she was not able to block all the mess. Chocolate continued to spray long after she had hit the ground, covering her garb with the brown and sticky gush.
Jeanette watched in horror as Eleanor stood. Her face was red, her eyes were glassy with potential tears. The soccer rolled over to her feet and she knelt to pick it up. Holding the ball in her hand, she studied it, turning it every which way to find a hint of who it belonged to. Her eyes finally settled on the trademark yellow A on the only red pentagon on the sphere. Eleanor's eyes narrowed, her face glowing red with rage as she squeezed the ball until her nails sunk into it.
"Ellie…" Jeanette called gently, hearing the ball squeal as it deflated in her little sister's grasp.
Eleanor shook with anger as she took another look at her chocolate coated dress and threw down the flattened orb letting out a loud and fuming "Al-viiiiiiiiiin!"
The Following Day.
"Aw, come on ellie I didn't mean to.." Alvin tried pleading, while he whirled around the blonde chipette his hands having a good grasp on her shoulders. " Ellie.. Im sorry. " He tried his hardest to sound just as sincere as he was, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Eleanor scoffed, and whipped her head around easily escaping from Alvin's grasp. Alvin sighed, and looked over to Jeanette that was walking behind the fuming blonde. He smiled sheepishly, and waved lightly.
"She'll come around, Alvin." she smiled, comfortingly. Alvin put a hand on her shoulder, making a wave of pleasure run through her body she couldnt explain how but whenever Alvin touched her, she loved it. Even a simple brush of the shoulders in the butterflies in her stomach would go into over load.
"I know that, Jenny but I just I didnt mean to y'know?" Alvin waved his free hand around, he always talked with his hands. Jeanette made a note of that, she giggled at Alvin's desperate attempt to make sure she didnt think of him as the bad guy.
"Alvin!, I get it, its okay. But you might wanna try convincing, Ellie." she smirked, something she rarley did but when she was with Alvin. She felt different. It was totally un-scientifically ethical to her, but she didnt care.
"I might try later. She needs time to cool off." He said glancing at Eleanor who was catering to the ruined gown. Jeanette nodded in agreement. "But since I have your attention now… I wanted to ask you something…" He turned his attention back to the purple clad chipette.
Jeanette's heart began to race. "Would this have anything to do with prom?" She tried to decipher the question before he asked it.
"Yes, actually, it does." He smirked.
"Alvin!" Brittany yelled running into the yard where he stood with here sister. Alvin and Jeanette both sighed. "I'm glad you're here." She grinned as she began fumbling with the dresses hanging over her arm. "Which dress do you like best?" She asked holding up two dresses for Alvin to see. Jeanette rolled her eyes. "This one is a lighter pink than I'm used to, but I look amazing in it; this one is a darker shade of pink, but it was so sexy, I couldn't let it get away." She began waving the dresses excitedly.
Jeanette blinked and glanced at Alvin. From the look on his face, she could tell they were thinking the same thing.
Who cares?
Alvin smiled and shrugged. "Gee, Britt, I'm sure your date will think you look great in either."
Brittany's smile fell and Jeanette couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips. Aw, snap! she thought, but wouldn't dare say. "What are you talking about? You're my date."
"You shouldn't assume things, Brittany."
Jeanette shifted her eyes awkwardly. She felt out of place in the dispute. "Well, who are you taking to prom? You'll never find a date when prom is three days away."
Jeanette raised her brow. It was like watching a tennis match. First Brittany, then Alvin, then Brittany, then Alvin… neither of them dared to miss. "Well, before you came out here, I was going to ask Jeanette." Alvin said matter-of-factly.
Brittany's jaw fell and Jeanette's eyes widened. "You were?" They both asked, equally enveloped in shock.
And it's Alvin, fifteen; Brittany, love.
"Yeah, and yes." He answered giving each chipette the same answer but in different tones. Brittany's eyes narrowed and Jeanette's cheeks turned a bright shade of red. "So?" Alvin turned towards Jeanette, expecting an answer.
Jeanette looked from Alvin expectant, hypnotic-blue orbs to Brittany's fierce and challenging icy-blue ones. "I'd love to be your date, Alvin." She smiled at him.
"Well, now that I have a date for prom.." Alvin smirked toward the raging auburn chipette, "I must be on my way ladies, do excuse me." He chuckled, and waved towards the two chipette's both of whom were showing different emotions.
"Girls! It's getting dark outside, and you all have school tomorrow!" Ms. Miller's voice rang, and the chipette's agreed their adoptive mother was right and entered the house readying for bed.
Meanwhile.
Alvin couldn't wipe the goofy smile off his face, she said yes! he thought. He pumped his arm in victory and ran inside his house, following Dave's order's that he needed to get to sleep.
Morning strolled along quickly, Alvin moaned and groaned but Dave wouldn't put up with Alvin's " childish behvaior ". Alvin guessed it would go like this, he never did miss a darn day of school. And he means, never. He hopped outta bed, and his eye's widened.
"Mrs. Hubbard's math homework!" Alvin screeched, he had totally been wrapped up in the date for prom and Jeannet he had completely blanked on his math homework, although he would've done so without Jeanette or the date for prom.
"Crap." he mumbled, and trudged down the stairs rubbing his temples roughly.
"Alvin if you rub any harder your gonna start a fire." Simon said matter-of-factly. "Shut up, Si." he moaned, and opened the fridge taking out a carton of milk. Gulping down the white liquid, while smirking towards the annoyed Simon.
Alvin put down the carton of milk, after chugging down half of it. He smirked, and his eye's began to widen as his gaze turned towards Simon's backpack. "Simon?"
"What is it now, Alvin?"
"Did Mrs. Hubbard give you math homework yesterday?"
"Yes. Why?" Simon put down his book, and looked questioingly at his older brother.
Alvin simply waved him off and shrugged, "No reason."
"Boy's time for school!" Dave yelled, throwing his tie around his neck. Their adoptive farther always was a mess in the morning, well sometimes he was this way all day long.
Alvin smiled, and threw his red bag over his shoulder. "Oh, Si. Could you get my hat from upstairs?" he asked, Simon looked at him crossing his arms over his chest. "Please?" Alvin pouted, pushing out his lower lip.
Simon groaned and ran upstairs, Alvin had to act fast. He ran towards the livingroom and unzipped the backpack letting his eyes wander everywhere. "HERE IT IS!" he yelled, throwing his hand over his mouth he couldn't get caught now.
Alvin quickly switched the piece of blank paper, grasping the homework paper just in time, as Simon stepped of the last of the stairs. He smiled thankfully, and threw the cap atop of his head and the chipmunk's took off towards the school bus.
"Alright, class, now I'm going to take up your homework." Mrs. Hubbard told the class. She chuckled at some of the confused faces and rolled her eyes at the ones that didn't bother to even pretend they did it. "Simon, do you have your homework?" She asked upon reaching the glasses wearing chipmunk.
Simon continued to search frantically through his notebooks and binders. "I don't know what happened to it; I know I did it."
"Simon, doesn't have his homework?" One of the kids behind him shouted in disbelief. The whole class gasped. They began whispering skeptically.
Simon sighed and sat back in his desk as the teacher walked passed him and continued on to his brother. "Alvin, I'm required by the school to ask this-- though I already know the answer." She sighed and Alvin's eyes narrowed. "Do you have your homework?"
Alvin sat back comfortably into his seat, his infamous smirk gracing his flawless features. "As a matter of fact, Mrs. Hubbard, I do." He pulled out the stolen work from his notebook.
"Alvin has his homework?" The same kid exclaimed.
The class gasped again.
Stunned, Mrs. Hubbard accepted it and continued taking up homework. Simon narrowed his eyes and twisted his face in thought. "Al-vin!" He cast his glare towards his brother.
Alvin blinked as a cover of innocence. "What?"
Later that day, on the walk home, Theodore and Simon were left to walk by themselves. Alvin ran ahead in order to avoid Simon. "Then he tried to act innocent about it; as if I don't know that he took my homework. I can't prove it right now, but I know he took it!" Simon continued to complain.
Theodore smiled his usual "look on the Brightside" smile. "At least Mrs. Hubbard gave you an extension." Simon crossed his arms and grumbled indistinctly. They walked up the front steps and entered their home. Theodore made an immediate right turn towards the kitchen. "Si, if it upsets you this much, why don't you just tell Mrs. Hubbard that Alvin stole your homework?" He turned to open the refrigerator.
Simon sighed and sat at the kitchen table. "Like I told you Theodore, I can't prove he took it yet, and I couldn't sell out my own brother." He placed his chin in his hands. "I'm angry not heartless." He added. "But I wish there was something I could do to get him back."
"Why don't you play a prank on him?"
Simon shook his head. "No, he'll see it coming."
Simon practically fell out of his chair at the sound of Theodore letting out a high-pitched, chipette-like screech. "What happened?" Alvin yelled, running into the kitchen. Alvin might have been a bad student and sometimes insensitive, but he would always be there for his brothers.
Theodore pulled his head from the refrigerator, holding an empty plate in his hand. He slammed the door shut and angry banged the dish onto the counter. "Which one of you hungry chipmunks ate my cake?" He yelled shifting his glare from one brother to the other.