AN: I'm staring a series of drabbles based on little events in the lives of The Chipettes. All of them will be unrelated, and every single one will be slightly depressing, whether it be the plot or just the tone. Almost all of them will be based on events that have happened to me or someone I know. I hope they are somewhat enjoyable to someone.

The Chipmunks and Chipettes belong to Ross Bagdasarian and Janice Karman. I own nothing.

The Leech

Eleanor Miller scrambled to collect her things from her school desk when the bell rang. The shortest Chipette ran to catch up with her best friend when she walked out the door. She had to be fast, considering her friend would never actually wait for her.

Perhaps she was delusional. People changed, they made new friends. But she was a stubborn one, and couldn't force herself to let go.

The spunky, sporty girl was never one to let people walk all over her. Nope, that wasn't her. She would always stand up for herself, she'd let nobody get the best of her.

At one time there wasn't a person on Earth who would dare try to stand in her way, other than Brittany, of course. But even her oldest sister knew when she meant business.

So how had she gotten this way? How had she become such a dependant leech?

Her 'best friend' had practically pushed her out of her way two years ago, and yet she still followed her around like a lost puppy. She was in denial.

As she scurried along behind the much taller girl who hadn't said a single word to her in the past few hours, she passed a boy she knew quite well. He wore a sad expression in his watery green eyes.

Nobody could talk to her about this and actually get through to her, but if anyone could, then he could.

The short, chubby girl turned away from him, looking back straight ahead. Her 'friend' just walked on, and got on the school bus she rode home without so much as one word. Eleanor attempted to blink back her tears.

She sighed and turned around. There he was, looking at her with those watery green eyes again. She smiled weakly at him. "Hello, Theodore."

"Ellie...a-are you..a-are you crying?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"W-what? No..no of course not." She broadened her plastic smile. "I'm fine."

"P-please don't lie..." The boy bit his lip. "I'm worried about you..."

"No need to worry about me, Theo. I can take care of myself."

"I-I know...but..." The chipmunk sighed and looked down at his feet. "I..I can see you, s-slipping away...and there's nothing I can do about it..." He finally glanced back up and looked her in the eyes. "I'm scared, Ellie."

She looked at him blankly. "I have no idea what you're talking about..."

Theodore's soft expression hardened a little bit, and a look of determination came over his face. "I...I think you're in denial, Eleanor."

She crinkled her nose at him. "Don't be silly, Theodore." She glanced around and then looked back at him. "Why do you think that?"

"B-because...Amanda doesn't treat you like a friend should...a-and, I think you deserve to be treated way better than that." Eleanor's eyes narrowed at Theodore. It wasn't often that her anger was directed at the kind little chipmunk, and the expression frightened him a little.

"She's treating me just fine!" She crossed her arms. "You're just jealous! Well guess what Theodore, I've moved on, and so should you! Amanda is my best friend, and she always will be!" When she screamed those words, she couldn't help but hear them bounce back in her head in Amanda's voice.

I've moved on, and so should you.

Well that's the end of the first one. The name "Amanda" was given to me by BrittMiller when I asked her for a random girls name. Thanks for reading!