Hi! If you're reading this, thank you. I want to say I started this fic as a joke and it some how turned into an actual full fledge fic. I've got 10 chapters for you that I wrote on my phone. So if there's any errors, let me know!

I want to clarify that the universe for this fic is based off the 80s cartoon with some artistic liberties I took with their physical appearances.

I hope you enjoy. I actually had fun writing this!

Winter break; it was the second most coveted time of year for those still attending school. As soon as the bell rang, the halls were flooded with students who had spent the week anticipating that very moment. At least, that's how it was for most.

Simon Seville was not most. He had remained behind in his physics class, droning on and on to his teacher about how he needed something, anything to do over the break to keep his brain from getting to lax. Teachers were used to students begging to not be given any work over the break, not begging to receive it.

" , please! I'll lose my mind if I'm cooped up with Alvin for two weeks with nothing to work on!" Simon leaned over the desk, urgency present in his steel colored eyes.

The teacher in question shook his head, his hand raising to pinch the point between his brow. "Simon, it's your junior year. You only have a couple of breaks left. You should take this time to enjoy it."

Simon's brows knitted together, frustration ever present in his features. "That's what everyone keeps telling me." He crosses his arms over his chest, gaze now downcast to the old oak of 's desk.

The older man smiled, placing a reassuring hand on the teen's shoulder. "Don't stress yourself out. Try to enjoy your time off. Goof off with your friends. Take a nap in the middle of the day. Just try to be young."

As Simon left the room, he had a sinking feeling begin to settle in his gut. Friends. Yeah, he had friends. But he was often treated as the punchline for jokes or used for his brains. There weren't many people he felt truly comfortable confiding in.

Even his own brothers. Theodore was kind enough. But it seemed the older they got and the more they participated in school activities, the less he saw of him. Then there was Alvin.

He often chastised him; branding him a 'nerd', telling him he was a 'buzzkill', reminding him that the more he droned on about 'science garble', the less people would want to be around him. Of course, Simon never really cared much for the company of those who looked down on intellect. Still, it didn't make it hurt any less.

Simon stepped into the brisk, December air. Sure, California didn't see snow very often and it was generally warm, but that didn't change the fact that it was an unusually chilly day. He breathed out, his breath visible in front of him, while the cold caused a fog to form over his glasses.

His hands rub together vigorously, a futile effort to warm the skin beneath his tan fur. He began to move forward, gusts of wind smacking his face, causing the dark hair on his head to swirl around chaotically.

Down the path a ways, Simon's eyes were caught by a figure, moving tentatively along the sidewalk outside of the library. She was huddled in close to herself, lithe limbs pulled tightly to her, while her nose was buried into the large scarf draped around her neck.

Simon broke into a sprint, trying to catch up to her. "Jeanette!" He rang, and arm waving somewhat frantically to try and catch her attention. The chipette stopped in her tracks, head turning to see who had called out to her.

She gave him a soft smile, returning his wave with a slight raise of her hand. After making it to her, Simon placed his hands on his knees, lurching over as he tried to catch his breath. "It really…..is cold…. out… huh?" He managed between huffs of air.

Jeanette laughed and nodded, "I-I don't think we've seen this kind of cold in a long time." A finger tapped thoughtfully at her chin for a moment, "I just can never seem to get warm."

Like Simon, Jeanette had been slender and seemingly fragile. That accompanied by their poor sleeping habits and tenancy to miss meals meant they physically weren't as equipped for harsher weather like their siblings. Simon usually toughed through it, knowing it was easy to simply bundle up or stay cooped up in a warm space.

Jeanette, on the other hand, would have to deal with the likes of the fashion conscious Brittany. Anytime Jeanette would attempt to bundle up to her liking, Brittany would demand that they 'had an image to uphold' and 'wearing all those baggy clothes would make her look frumpy'. Jeanette, on the other hand, never cared much about what others thought in regards to her appearance. Despite Brittany's persistence, she refused to go without a heavy jacket and a scarf on brisk days.

Simon took in her appearance, noting today must have been one of Brittany's victories, judging by Jeanette's pleated skirt. For the past couple of months the tallest chipette had solely worn jeans and sweaters. Simon's brow perch high and was accompanied by the shaking of his head. "What was her reasoning today?"

Jeanette looked at him, green eyes conveying confusion until she noted his gaze shifting to her skirt. She sighed, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. "W-well, we had to perform in drama class… a-and Brittany said we had to look 'cohesive'." Jeanette gave a couple of air quotes at the end.

Simon laughed "At least she knows the word 'cohesive'. I'm sure Alvin couldn't even pronounce it." The air rang with a unified chuckle between the two. "Where are Eleanor and Brittany, anyway?"

"O-oh, I had to go to the library for a little bit." That made sense. Simon looked to the watch on his wrist, noting it was already 4:30. He hadn't realized how much time he had spent after school.

The blue-clad chipmunk was thankful he had seen her. With the brisk weather and quickly setting sun, there was no reason for a teenage girl to be walking alone. The Miller's house was close enough to his own. It would be a breeze to drop her off and then head home.

Another gust of wind caught up to them, resulting in Jeanette hurriedly holding her skirt to keep it in place. The frustration on her face was now visible.

"Oh, here!" Simon quickly retrieve his bag from off his shoulder, pulling out the sweatpants that he had worn for gym class "we didn't really do anything today, so I promise they don't stink."

She happily took them and gave him her thanks. Jeanette slid the fabric over her slender legs and sighed in relief at the new warmth they provided her. "I can't thank you enough, Simon. I was really dreading walking home in this skirt."

Simon noted the way the fabric bunched up around her ankles. He hadn't realized how much taller he was than her now. As kids, Jeanette had always been just a tad taller than him. It wasn't until freshman year that he began to surpass her. Though she wasn't short by any means, Simon now seemed to tower over his group, gangly limbs and all.

They began their walk home, lacing it with conversations of past and upcoming projects, music, and life with their exuberant siblings. It was times like these when they would really come out of their shells. They were more than a couple of nerds. More than a clumsy, awkward girl and a know it all science nut.

Simon and Jeanette, despite being pushed to the back most of the time, were talented; filling the empty streets with tunes as they walked. Jeanette would bounce up and down or dance a little to their own made up tune. Simon would always be there to catch her when she tripped on her shoelaces or spun one too many times.

Their relationship was comfortable and uncomplicated. There was never conflict or confusion. It was easy. Simon never failed to have a good time with Jeanette. Aside from Theodore, she was the one person he felt truly safe around.

Simon found himself stealing glances at the shy chipette, noting the way her features would light up or how her cheeks flushed with the cool air. Then he began to feel it. It was something he had experienced a lot more lately. The way his heartbeat quickened.

This wasn't a recent event and the feelings weren't far and in between. It had been frequent for the last couple of years now. Her presence was refreshing and warm. Every moment he spent with her was too short. Every time she was close wasn't close enough.

It was only about a year ago that Simon had truly realized what he was feeling. It had happened around the time Alvin and Brittany started dating the first time. The pair had been fighting vigorously over the phone, resulting in Simon leaving the house and heading to the library to clear his head.

There he had found her. Jeanette was curled up in one of the reading nooks. Her knees were pulled tightly to her chest, while her green eyes were fixated on the pages in front of her. He had noted the way her pink frames had slid down the bridge of her nose.

He had been transfixed and content observing the focused chipette. It was that moment he realized what he had been feeling all that time. Every moment with her since was no different. Just like all the other times, his stomach felt fuzzy and his hands clammed up.

As they walked up to the front door of the Miller residence Simon felt himself dreading the inevitable goodbye. He swallowed a lump in his throat giving Jeanette a soft smile.

The chipette returned the gesture, about to turn towards her door before stopping and looking back to Simon. She reached for one of his hands and held it enthusiastically between her own two. "I forgot to tell you! Tickets to the science center are half off next week. I-if you're not busy would you…" Jeanette seemed to stumble, the confidence she had just displayed quickly faltering. "Umm…"

He knew she was shy. No matter how close they were or how much time they spent with one another, she still had moments where he could see her anxiety bubbling to the surface. Simon just smiled a bit brighter and nodded. "I'd love to." Came his simple reply.

She was grinning now, larger than he had seen in a long time. "Oh good! How about Monday?"

"Monday sounds perfect." Simon agreed.

Jeanette headed toward the door, opening it and then looking to Simon over her shoulder. "Great! It's a date." After speaking she slipped inside, leaving Simon behind and a bit dumbfounded.

….. 'A…. Date?'