It happened when they were twelve, four years after they had met. The pair were doing nothing out of the ordinary on the day that it happened, just sitting in one of their favorite spots, the corner of the small library a block from their homes. They sat together in the corner that they had made their own after being the only ones to sit in it for years, and they were content, on the surface.

The blue and purple clad chipette was sitting on an overstuffed chair, fiddling with her hair because she had her companion on her mind. She had loved him from the moment they met when she and her sisters first encountered the Chipmunks when they were eight years old. It was from that moment that she knew that the two of them were meant to be. Little did she know that he thought the same thing. He fell in love with her at the same time she fell for him, and wanted more than anything to tell her. But the thing holding both of them back was their nervousness. True, Simon wasn't as shy as Jeanette normally, but she did something to him. The way her emerald eyes stared right into his soul undid him and turned him into putty.

But he knew that he had to tell her, something in him just told him that he needed to. He suspected that it was because his brothers, Alvin and Theodore, we're getting closer to their own counterparts in a more romantic way. True, what his brother's do shouldn't bother him, nor should it make him want to tell Jeanette what he felt, but it did. He wanted to be as happy as the both of them, except without the constant bickering (like Alvin and Brittany did.)

He placed his book beside himself and looked at Jeanette, which made him smile. She was so immersed in the book, made obvious by the fact that she was sticking her tongue out slightly. No matter how much he wanted to keep watching her, he knew that he had to make the confession, this was now or never for him.

He cleared his throat, "Um, Jeanette?"

She was a little startled because of the sound, but calmed instantly when she realized it was only her best friend trying to get her attention. "Yes Simon? What is it?" She stared at him expectantly as she awaited his reply.

He looked out the window, then looked back to her with a smile. "Would you like to take a walk before it gets dark? It seems like a nice day outside."

"Of course Simon, I would love to." She smiled as she put her book into her knapsack and got up. He did the same and lead her out of the library and to a small park nearby.

After walking for a short while, Simon knew it was time. "So Jeanette, there's….well…there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

"What is it Simon?" She looked at him, worry in her eyes. "You know that you can tell me anything."

"I know, it's just that this is a bit harder to get out…" After that phrase spilled from his mouth, he knew there was no going back. He stopped in his tracks, and grabbed hold of Jeanette's hand. "Jeanette, what I need to tell you is that I like you, a lot. Not just as a best friend, but as a lover. There's something about you, and whatever it is it…..well it makes me fall in love with you all over again every time I see you. From the moment we met in that hotel room all those years ago, to the day you walked into my classroom, to this moment right now I knew I loved you more than words could explain. I don't personally believe in the concepts of 'fate' or 'destiny', but this, what we share, our connection, feels like fate. We were meant to be, and it would be an honor if you would consider being my girlfriend."

He had been looking down at his feet as he made his confession, and looked up after about a minute of silence to judge what Jeanette was thinking. He was shocked to see she was crying, tears streaming quickly down her flushed face, one hand covering her mouth.

"J-jeanette, I didn't mean to upset you…. I'm so sorry…" He looked down once again in defeat, that's when she finally spoke.

"I love you too." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew he heard it. He was in the process of lifting his head when her body collided with his, sending both chipmunks to the ground. "I love you Simon Alfred Seville. I love you more than Theodore and Eleanor love baking. I have loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you, and I'm so beyond happy that you feel the same." The last sentence was what brought on more tears of joy, this had to have been the happiest day of her life, of both of their lives. She looked up from his tear stained blue sweater to see him smiling a goofy smile, one she only saw when they were alone. She smiled back sweetly, then attempted to pick herself up off of him, to no avail. As soon as she was upright and attempted to help him up, she tripped over her shoelace and fell right back on top of his, this time her nose touching his.

She blushed at their closeness and he used their closeness to do something he had wanted to do for some time, kiss her. It wasn't an intense kiss, nor was it sloppy. It, to them, was perfect. It was a simple kiss on the lips, as gentle as a butterfly's wings and full of love. To them, it was the kiss of the century, and they wouldn't have it any other way. After only a minute, they pulled away from each other, and smiled. Jeanette giggled, and once again got herself off the ground, and successfully helped Simon up as well. Simon then grabbed her hand and they began to walk home.

"So does this mean you're my boyfriend?" Jeanette asked him quietly

"If you'll have me," he replied, admiring her beauty in the sunlight.

"Of course I will," She gasped, "And how dare you think that I would never want you." She giggled at her pretend scolding of him and squeezed his hand. "There's nothing in this world I want more than you."