Hello! So, I've really been into Alvin and the Chipmunks recently. And this idea would just not get out of my head! It might be a little slow on updating cause of my other story, but if I didn't write it down, it would haunt me forever!
So, I surfed through Alvin and the Chipmunks stories earlier and noticed the lack of Dave/OC stories. Dave is pretty awesome and I just had to write one myself! Claire is a pretty cool girl and all, but after the first movie, she just disappeared. But, my OC won't! She'll be here the entire time. Enjoy!
Just so you know, I'm writing most of this from memory. Cause I can't find a descriptive script anywhere! I found a dialogue script, but that doesn't help much when they're nottalking.
Disclaimer: I do not have the pleasure of owning Alvin and the Chipmunks. Do you? No, didn't think so.
Chapter One:
You know, some people say there is nothing worse than falling in love with your best friend. You know, unless they love you back. I can understand this statement. Why? Because I fell in love with my best friend. And it wasn't long before our life changed forever. How?
Well, you see, Dave Seville and I, Jessica Summers, sung in duets together. Ever since high school, the two of us were a duo. We both loved singing and it was so much fun to do. And I thought the two of us together was pretty awesome. Luckily, we had another friend we had met in college who was a record dealer.
On the day that changed our lives forever was the day we were hopefully going to get our own record deal from him. I was getting ready to meet him at his house. As soon as I finished getting ready, I planned to leave.
I was in the bath room, brushing my shoulder-length brown hair. I looked at myself in the mirror. I resembled my mom in a lot of ways, same nose, same blue eyes, same full lips, and same heart shaped face.
But I definitely had my dad's personality, and brown hair. My dad has always been that happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He always knew how to make my sister, Andrea, and I smile. He was also a little crazy and he loved to pick on everyone. He was also a bit of a flirt, but only to friends of the family so my mom knew he would never cheat on her.
Anyway, I'm kind of getting off topic. After I brushed my hair, I walked back into my room and grabbed my jacket and put it over my red and green sweater dress- y'know, cause it's almost Christmas- and slipped my black flats on. I was also wearing a pair of black tights.
Then I grabbed my car keys from the table and headed out. My car was pretty simple, just a white Chrysler Jeep Dodge RAM. But it was my first car I had bought on my own and it was my baby. It ran great too.
Anyway, I got in and started the car up and started to take the familiar road to Dave's house. It wasn't a long ride though, he only lived about fifteen minutes away. I pulled up in time to see him walk outside.
I got out and walked towards him, but stopped when I saw a familiar figure talking to him. It was Claire, Dave's ex girlfriend and a girl I did not like. It wasn't like she was a bad girl or anything, but she has had the one thing I've wanted for a long time, Dave.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and walked towards the two girls in time to hear Dave say, "Not following you."
"You know, the guy who's always fooling around... who can't handle a serious relationship." Claire replied and I bite my tongue to prevent me from saying something that I would ultimately regret saying.
"That was the old Dave. How about we get together, talk about the new Dave? Tomorrow night. My place." Dave said, not really leaving her to protest. I looked at him incredulously. He was asking her out, again.
"-I..." Claire hesitated and Dave took it as an okay. "No-" She tried to say, but he began to walk off, dragging me along with him. "You look good, Claire." Dave smiled as he waved and got into my car. I walked to the other side of the car and got in.
"So, you're back on Claire again, Davie?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk. Though I was really feeling crushed and a little angry that he was still hung up over her when I was perfectly available and willing to be with him.
"Well, I mean, she-" he stuttered and I laughed. "Aw, wittle Davie has a cwush." I mocked in a babyish tone. He glared at me, though I could see that it was forced. "Shut up." He mumbled before a small smile appeared on his face. "Aw, you know I love you, Dave. That's why I've been your friend and partner since freshman year of high school." I chuckled.
He smirked. "Yeah, I know you do. I love you too, little Jessie. Now, how far are we from the studio? Today should be the big day." Dave asked before he smiled hopefully. I nodded. "Yeah, well, it's not too far away. Just around the corner." I assured him.
And it turned out I was right as we had just pulled up to the studio. I parked it as close as possible to the front door. Then we both got out of the car and walked into the building. The place was already bustling with workers and hopefuls like us who hoped they could get their own record deal. We walked up to the front desk where the lady told us to take a seat. We did as told and sat down on the couch. We sat there for an hour with nothing happening. What person who came after us got to go first. I was starting to get pissed.
"Dave. Jess." A voice suddenly called out and we turned around to see Ian, our friend, approaching us with a smile. We said his name with a smile. Finally, something was gonna happen. "Hey guys." He led us through the lobby once more and towards the door. "Hey, you two ever seen the view from the 80th floor?" Ian asked when we approached the elevator.
"No. They never let us past the lobby." Dave answered and I nodded in agreement. Ian looked completely appalled. "What? I can't..." Ian scoffed and turned to glare at a security guard. "Hey, back off, man, this is Dave Seville and Jessica Summers."
The security guard simply nodded before we all got into the elevator. The ride up was quiet and a little awkward. But that's how most elevator rides are really. When we reached the top, Ian led us straight to his office.
"Mr. Seville, Miss Summers, can I offer you some muffins, scones, pastries?" A young intern asked us as she held up a basket. We both refused though, not wanting to be a bother. "It's no problem. We have an omelet station." Another intern promised and we both repeated omelet station in surprise. "Can I get you some water or a soy latte? How about a shot of wheat grass juice?" She asked.
"Maybe later. Thanks." Dave smiled before we all entered Ian's office. The door shut behind us and Ian gestured for us to take an empty seat while he put in or demo and sat in his own seat. He let the song play for a minute while we waited patiently and hopefully. Ian's face gave nothing away as he listened to it play.
He turned off the player and sighed, leaning against the back of his chair. "Let's talk about your song, Dave, Jess." Ian sighed and I instantly felt dread. "Well, as crazy as it sounds... the original inspiration came to us-" Dave started but Ian instantly cut him off.
"The song sucks, Dave." He stated simply. Dave and I looked at him in surprise and a little hurt and we both asked him what. "Your guy's song? It's awful. I hate it. You know, I mean, who's gonna sing it? Justin, Fergie? Not a chance. I need something new. I need something fresh."
"That is new." I spoke up as I narrowed my eyes at the record producer. He was being a bit of a jerk. He didn't act like this in college, but I guess he thinks he's such a big shot now that he can treat his friends like crap.
"The next big thing." He finished, ignoring my statement. "Guys, we go way back, all right? And we've both come a long way since college. You two? Not so much. I wanted to like that song, but you heard it. Not that good. If I wasn't your guy's friend, I'd say: ''Dave, Jess, you go right back out of this office... and you keep writing music. You'll get there someday.'' But I am your friend, so I'm going to tell you... that there is no sense in writing songs... that no one is ever, ever going to sing." Ian explained, almost to calmly.
"Ever?" Dave repeated, looking completely heart broken and upset. I pat his shoulder before I lead him out of there. Neither of us said another word to Ian. "Excuse me. Can I get some of that water?" Dave asked the second intern, but she didn't even look at him.
"We ran out." She replied as she typed away on her computer. I went to grab some muffins from the basket from the first intern, but she rudely moved it out of the way. I glared at her and continued to walk forward. But Dave ended up grabbing the basket and we both ran for the elevator as she shouted, "Hey!" After us angrily.
We drove back to his in relatively silence. Neither of us knew what to say, both us us too upset. This had always been our dream, and now, well, it was all ruined. And what really burned me was that Ian was the one who shot us down like we were trash. It didn't if let us down easy. He was a complete jerk about it.
And knowing Dave, he'll look past it cause he sees the good in everyone. We pulled up to his house and Dave invited me in. I followed him quietly, still not really sure what to say to my friend. His house seemed too quiet when we walked in, Dave still holding the basket of muffins. He, however, stalked straight into the kitchen and practically threw the muffin basket into the trash can.
I stood out of his way, knowing that he felt a mixture of anger and pain. He left the kitchen and I followed him. We headed towards the back of the house and I decided to sit down on the couch. Then Dave did something that completely surprised me, he grabbed his instruments and equipment and began throwing them outside.
"Dave!"I gasped as I watched my friend vent his frustrations on the instruments. "Dave, calm down. Please, think rationally." I tried persuade him.
He glared at me angrily. "Think rationally? How can I think rationally when all our hard work was just thrown at us by someone who is our friend? He said our work sucked! That it was terrible! Everything we worked for, is just ruined." He ranted before throwing the rest of his instruments out the door.
"Dave, I know your frustrated, I am too. But throwing away the equipment isn't going to solve anything. Calm down, clear your head before you go onto another rampage." I soothed.
Dave took a few deep breathes before nodding. "Okay, I'm alright." He promised and I nodded. "Good, now go get changed and will go out and get some food. I'm hungry."
He frowned. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He asked, looking offended. I chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Nothing, Dave. But, you have a huge stain on your shirt." I answered and he looked down and realized I was right.
"Alright, fine. Just wait here, I'll be back in a minute." He promised before he turned and sprinted up the stairs. I chuckled. Dave sure was an interesting man.
I relaxed into the couch while I waited for Dave. He could be like a teenage girl at times and take forever to get dressed. I was used to it though and that was one of the things I loved most about Dave anyways.
It was at that moment that I heard the cabinet drawer in the kitchen slam. I stiffened and turned around. I couldn't see anything. But I did hear a small whisper in the kitchen say, "We've hit the mother lode!"
I stood up and walked in quietly. "Eureka, I've found the cheese balls!" The little whisper said and I grabbed an umbrella from the umbrella stand. "Alvin, what are you doing? Don't make a mess." Another whisper said, this one different than the first. The first whisper shouted, "Cannon ball!" Right when I whispered.
And you can imagine my surprise when I saw three little chipmunks in the kitchen, one of them practically swimming in a bowl of cheese balls. The other two turned to stare at me when I gasped. "Uh oh, not good." The familiar second whisper said.
I screamed.
"Jess!" Dave yelled as I backed away from the chipmunks and ran into a wall. The chipmunks all exchanged looks when I heard Dave running towards the kitchen. "Look, we're not going to hurt you." The second one said calmly. "I'm Simon. And these are my brothers, Alvin and Theodore."
I wasn't listening though, the minute he was done, I screamed again. " You can talk! Chipmunks can't talk!" I shrieked. It all became too much for me then and I fainted.
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"Squirrels can't talk!"
I groaned when I felt myself finally coming too. The last thing I remembered was seeing three talking chipmunks in the kitchen, and they were talkingto me. Which couldn't be possible because animals did NOT talk.
"Chipmunks. We are chipmunks." The familiar second whisper, who said his name was Simon, said, probably to Dave.
"Chipmunks can't talk either." Dave squeaked and I finally opened my eyes. I was laying on the kitchen floor where I had passed out. Dave was standing beside me and the three chipmunks were a crossed the room.
"Uh, Dave, what's going on?" I asked as he helped me up. "There are talking chipmunks in the kitchen. Which can not be possible because animals don't talk!" Dave answered as he looked at the three horrified.
"Our lips are moving and words are coming out." Simon replied and he gave us a look that clearly said he though we were crazy.
"This is not happening. I'm not talking to chipmunks, I'm not talking to chipmunks." Dave began repeated himself and though I felt the same way, I couldn't talk. I mean, this just wasn't possible! Animals do not talk, it's against the balance of nature!
"So, how's that going for you, Dave?" The one I remembered Simon saying was Alvin asked with a sly smirk. Something told me he was the bad influence of the family.
"Uhh - uhh, How'd you know my name?" Dave asked, looking wide eyed at the chipmunk. I wondered that too. "Oh, that one? We read your mail by accident."Alvin chuckled as if it was no big deal.
"You really ought to pay that utility bill, Dave. Ever heard of a credit rating?"Simon asked and Dave and I exchanged an incredulous look. The third one had wondered over to the food processor. He turned it on. "What's this thing?"He asked curiously.
Dave ran forward and shouted, "Hey, hey... hey, hey, turn that off!" He looked quite annoyed. Alvin ran over and turned it off before apologizing. "He fell out of the tree at birth." Simon said as he rubbed the top of Theodore's head.
" C-can all animals talk?" I asked, finally finding my voice once more. Simon looked up at us thoughtfully. "Well, fish do have this type of sign language." He answered with a shrug.
"Hey Dave, do all humans have houses that smell like sweat socks?" Alvin asked before he began squirting soap out of the soap dispenser and singing quite crudely, "Dave likes to wear, dirty underwear, with little hairs..."
I had to admit, the song was a little funny. But given the circumstance, I was more freaked out than amused by it. "We're getting off on the wrong foot. Allow us to introduce ourselves. Hello, I'm Simon, the smart one. He's Alvin..." Simon introduced. "The awesome one..."Alvin grinned while Theodore waved sheepishly and said, " I'm Theodore."
"Oh, that's nice to meet you. Now get out of my house." Dave said, a bit rudely. Theodore looked down sadly and mentioned something about who they could talk. Dave wasn't impressed. "Which only makes me want you out of my house that much more. It's creepy, unnatural, somewhat evil." Dave shook his head and I couldn't help but agree with him. This was just plain wrong.
"I kind of liked him better when he was unconscious." Alvin muttered before he shouted in surprise when Dave covered them all with a mixing bowl and yelled gotcha. "Hey!"
Dave laughed and I gave him a pointed look. "What, I just plan to throw them outside. I do NOT need chipmunks living in my house. Especially one's that can unnaturally talk." He shrugged and I nodded in understanding.
"Well throw them outside. Then we can go get something to eat because I am starving."I said and Dave nodded in agreement.
He threw out the door and quickly shut it. I could hear their shouts of protest. "Don't do this Dave, Jess!" and "We can gnaw right throw this door."
We ignored them though and I grabbed my keys and together we left, making sure they chipmunks didn't get back in. They seemed to have disappeared, though I knew it wouldn't be the last time we saw them. We didn't care though as we hoped in my car and left.
Alright! I know a lot happened in one chapter, but oh well. I didn't say it would be along story. But it should go throw all three movies if I keep up with it. Which hopefully I will. If you liked it, let me know so I can continue it! I need reviews! Love you all.