A/N: If you're taking the time to read this, let me personally thank you for reading my first ever published AATC fanfic. I've written quite a few others for Maximum Ride (as you can tell if you happen to have read my bio), but this is one of my first for the Chipmunks. Just to let you know, I love all the classic couples, but Jeanette and Simon are my two favorite characters. Have been since I started watching them at a very young age. Something else I would like to mention is that I loathe, despise, and any other word in the Thesaurus that you can look up for hate, Science. I am not, and never will be, a science person. However, my two of my lovely characters are in High School Science Lab for the first scene, so the best I can do is throw in random ingredients for blowing things up (oops. Spoiler ;) ) Anyway, totally ignore the chemicals, thank you again for reading, I'll update as soon as possible, and remember, constructive criticism is the best kind!

P.S.: If you happen to find any grammatical/spelling errors, please tell me. I'm a grammar freak and I'll fix it immediately.

Breaking the Silk Thread

"Jeanette, could you pass me the vitriol?"

She leaned over, her overly large apron front brushing the top of the beaker bubbling on the Bunsen burner.

"Careful, don't want to knock that over," Simon warned, eyeing the boiling mixture.

"Darnit, it's just too big," she replied, pressing the extra cloth to her chest as she took a step back, surveying their ongoing experiment. She watched Simon busily measuring out the next round of ingredients into test tubes while checking his watch.

"Fifteen minutes, right?" She asked him, checking the book. He nodded, looking at her and then over her shoulder at their brother and sister, who were arguing about whether the sulfuric acid could eat off their fingers or not.

"Forget that stuff, I'm getting some of Simon's…whatdyou call it, Simon? Vicodin?"

"Vitriol, Alvin. It's—"

"It's stronger than your sulfuric acid, Britney! Simon's stuff could eat off your whole hand!"

"It's the same chemical, Alvin, just different forms—"

"Why don't you give it a try then, Mr. Know-It-All?" Brittany challenged, holding the test tube out to Alvin and ignoring Simon's comment. Simon rolled his eyes, looking back at Jeanette. "Freshmen in high school, and they're still bickering after all these years."

"Some things never change," she replied, shaking her head at the two. "I'm going to the bathroom; make sure they don't kill themselves, will you?" She laughed, pulling off her black rubber gloves. She walked out the door, hearing Simon starting in on the pair.

Walking out of the stall in the bathroom and washing her hands at the sink, Jeanette caught herself tying and untying her hair ribbon, pulling her hair out of its messy bun and fixing it two or three times before realizing what she was doing.

"Am I...primping?" She asked her reflection as she took her glasses off and cleaned them on her apron front. "Why do I feel the need to fix my hair for Biology all of a sudden?" She wondered aloud as she looked at her washed out eyes behind her glasses. "I should really start getting into Brittany's make-up; I look like a nine-year-old." Her hair ribbon caught her attention on the counter as she tried to get her mind off of her seemingly helpless looks and her newfound interest in improving them.

"I have got to do something about this apron," she continued, taking the loose ribbon off the counter and tying it around her chest. As she turned to the side, she noticed the ribbon was sitting under, could it be a bust line? Brittany boasted about her new figure ever since she had "blossomed" about six months ago, and Eleanor had always had a curvy figure that had only gotten better since she had grown a few inches taller in the past year, but Jeanette had always felt like the same tall, gangly sister; looking more like a stick than a girl. Shaking the thought out of her mind, she took one more look at her impossibly messy hair before walking back in the classroom.

"Did you fall in?" Simon asked, his eyes on the test tubes. She chuckled uneasily, pushing her hands back into her gloves.

"That is so cute, Jeanette! Accessorizing the cliché science lab apron! I'm glad to see you're finally getting your head into fashion," Brittany came up behind her sister, fingering the purple ribbon tied around her waist.

"I was just trying to keep it from falling into the chemicals," she replied, blushing as Simon glanced her way. Actually, she realized he was just eyeing the bottle of ammonia at her side as he asked her for it. She passed the bottle to him as he filled the test tubes.

"Want to do the honors?" He asked her, passing her one of the chemicals.

She leaned down to be eye-level with the boiling mixture in front of her, seeing her bespectacled reflection in the glass. She closed her eyes, thinking about her experiment in the bathroom as she shook her head dejectedly.

When she opened her eyes, the overflowing mixture was flying toward her face, and she flung up her hands to protect it. Her head slammed against the countertop of the table behind her as she stumbled back, slumping to the floor in darkness.

A/N: Sorry that was so short. All of my first chapters are usually cropped; I like to get straight to the point.

Before I keep going with this, let me give you a head's up on the chapter and story titles. Everyone's read Romeo & Juliet, correct? If not, go see the 90s version, it's almost just as good as the play, in my opinion. Nevertheless, the famous Wanton quote, for those of you who know it, will weave its way into the story and explain itself later. I'm stirring the romance of Shakespeare's R&J into my own fanfic. And for those of you who don't give two hoots about Shakespeare, don't worry. It won't matter. Read anyway!

The next chapter will be up ASAP. R&R!