The Boy, the Girl, and the Biker
(A;N) This is my first fanfiction so I everybody I have a strict way of not continuing things that people don't like, so please review. If you never heard the songs in this story before than go to you tube and look it up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks or the Chipettes or any other character made by Ross Bagdasarien. I only own Makayla, Matt, and the rest of the Skulls.
Chapter 1: Intro
It was a cool night in Los Angeles, California. Alvin and Brittany were walking down the street after their seventh date. They had admitted that they loved each other five months ago. Simon, Jeanette, Theodore, and Eleanor all did the same.
Suddenly, they heard a loud scream from around the corner. They ran to see what it was They were with what they saw.
They saw a chipmunk harassing a squirrel that they knew well. Her name was Makayla. Makayla was a beautiful squirrel with light brown fur (like Alvin), and ice blue eyes (like Brittany). Her appearance looked a lot like Brittany's except she wore a Dukes of Hazzard t-shirt and an old jean jacket and she was sweet, kind, and gentle.
The chipmunk had the same fur and the same eyes but his fur was messy and had a high and tight military style haircut. He wore a red t-shirt under a black leather jacket with four patches on the front and three on the back. The back had a picture of a blue and silver skull in the middle, California on top, and skulls on the bottom. On the front it read: top right California, bottom right originals, top left skulls, bottom left first 9, and beside him was a chipmunk sized Harley.
"Why are you bothering me?!" Makayla yelled. "Because we could make a lot of money from ransom," the biker responded. "HEY!" Alvin shouted at the stranger, "you stop bothering that nice girl and pick on somebody your own size!" With that said the biker jumps on the Harley, and rides away.
"What was that that all about?" Brittany asked. "I don't know," Makayla responds, "but I think he was some sort of gangster." "A biker gang? In Los Angeles? That's impossible," Alvin chuckled, even though he looked concerned. "Must be there was one started," Makayla commented, "I have a bad feeling about this." (Then the theme song for story starts: This Life).
Riding through this world, all alone
God takes your soul; you're on your own
The crow flies straight, a perfect line
On the devil's back until you die
This life is short, baby that's a fact
Better live it right, you ain't coming back
Gotta raise some hell before they take you down
Gotta live this life
Gotta look this world in the eye
Gotta live this life 'till you die
You better have soul, nothing less
Cause when it's business time, it's life or death
The king is dead, the light goes on
Don't lose your head when the deal goes down
Better keep your eyes on the road ahead
Gotta live this life
Gotta look this world in the eye
Gotta live this life until you die
(A;N) There you have it, the first chapter of my first story. Please review if you want me to continue and if you never heard this life before go to youtube and look it up. Thanks for viewing.