It was a very eventful Saturday evening at the Seville household, home to the world famous Alvin and the Chipmunks. Both groups, the Chipmunks and the Chipettes (excluding Jeanette) were busy with different tasks. Alvin and Brittany were in the living room sitting by the piano. They have spent the whole day rewriting a song to make it a duet. (Of course, they were also fighting about whom would sing through most of the song. We all know how those two can get when it comes to being the center of attention.) Theodore and Eleanor were in the kitchen by the stove. Theodore was on one side cooking spaghetti noodles while Eleanor on the other side was making her own recipe for marinara sauce. (If Theodore and Eleanor are making food, you know it has to be good.) Simon was pacing through the hallway connecting the kitchen and the dining room. His breathing was a little irregular and he constantly checked his appearance in the hallway mirror. (I know it's strange, right?) He was wearing a pair of black dress pants with matching shoes as well as a white short sleeved dress shirt, blue vest, and tie. When he looked at himself in the mirror for the fifth time, he re-tied his tie and adjusted his collar for a third time.

Everything has to be perfect, he thought.

So, what exactly is "everything" and why does "everything" have to be perfect? Well, because tonight was a very special night. Tonight would be a night to truly remember. Tonight was Simon and Jeanette's first anniversary. They have been together for an entire year and were still going strong. (For a teenager, that is a BIG accomplishment.) Once Simon finish adjusted his shirt and vest, he walked back into the dining room to look around at the scene he had been fixing up all day. He had to make sure it was just right so he began to make a mental checklist.

Let's see, he thought, table cloth? Check. Silverware? Check. Flowers? Check. Hmm…Something's missing.

He looked at the scene one more time.

CANDLES! I need candles! He thought.

Simon ran through the hallway to the kitchen. He pushed the kitchen door open, and Theodore and Eleanor looked up from the stove to gaze at the bespectacled chipmunk. They noticed his haste.

"Forget something?" Eleanor asked.

"Yes," Simon answered, "I need candles. Theodore, do you know where I could find some?"

The chubby, warm-hearted chipmunk gave his brother's question some thought.

"Yeah," he said, "check under the counter.

As Theodore turned back to the stove to stir his spaghetti, Simon opened the bottom drawers under the counter. He looked deep inside them but just couldn't seem to find the candles.

"Are you sure there under here?" Simon asked.

"Yes. I'm sure," Theodore answered as he continued stirring.

Simon let out a huge sigh as he continued his search for the missing candles. He was about to give up until…

"Ah ha!" he exclaimed.

"Find them?" Eleanor asked not looking away from the stove.

"Yes I did," Simon announced," along with some matches."

Simon gathered the candles and matches in his arms and walked over to the stove to check Theodore and Eleanor's progress.

"So how's dinner coming?" he asked.

Theodore looked down at the spaghetti and took in the delicious aroma.

"It's almost done," Theodore said.

Then, Theodore turned to Eleanor.

"What about the sauce sweetie?" he asked.

"Just fine," Eleanor said as she turned to give Theodore a kiss on the check.

Theodore began to blush.

"Alright," Simon said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "that's enough you two. Jeanette will be here any minute and everything has to be ready."

Before Theodore and Eleanor could respond, Alvin burst through the kitchen with Brittany right behind him. He walked right up to Simon with a look of pure hatred. The red capped chipmunk hated the fact that his four eyed brother made him spend his whole Saturday rewriting a stupid song when he could have been doing something fun like playing basketball or soccer. The only good parts about it were that he was getting paid and spending time with Brittany even if they were fighting most of the time.

"Alright," Alvin shouted angrily, "The song is done. Now pay up."

Simon groaned as he shifted the candles and matches into one arm. He reached into his pocket, pulled out all the allowance he had received in the past two weeks, and gave it to Alvin.

"There, happy?" Simon asked his voice filled with frustration.

"Yes," Alvin responded as he counted the money, "Yes I am."

Alvin placed the money in his wallet and continued to glare at Simon.

"You know," he began, "I don't understand why you're doing so much. I mean don't you think you're overdoing it just a little?"

Simon's cheeks begin to turn red from anger.

"Of course not," he exclaimed, "Jeanette is very special to me and I want to show her how much I care about her."

"Okay whatever," Alvin said in a sarcastic tone.

Simon couldn't believe how inconsiderate his older brother could be. Even though Alvin was dating Brittany, Simon often wondered if his brother truly knew anything about love. Before Simon could say anything else, Brittany began to speak.

"So Simon," she said, "are you gonna doing with those candles?"

Simon looked down and realized he was still holding the candles in his arms.

"Oh right," he said as he made his way out of the kitchen.

Theodore let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding.

"Thanks for getting Simon out of the kitchen, Brittany," he said.

"Sure," Brittany said, "Someone had to. I thought he was gonna smack Alvin right in the face the way his face turned completely red."

"I know. I've never seen him like this before," Alvin said as he put his arm around Brittany's shoulders.

"Well, it is his one year anniversary," Eleanor stated, "He just wants everything to be perfect for Jeanette."

"Yeah," Theodore agreed, "He truly loves your sister."

Then Theodore leaned in close to Eleanor.

"Just as much as I love you," he whispered to her.

"Aww Theo," she whispered back as she gave him another kiss on the cheek.

Theodore blushed again.

"Well," Brittany almost shouted, "I know SOMEONE didn't go through all this trouble to impress me for OUR first anniversary."

"What?" Alvin questioned as he took his arm off of Brittany, "You don't call a picnic in the park and a dozen roses and pink carnations impressive?"

"Oh whatever," she said as she stormed out of the kitchen.

"What did I say?" Alvin asked with a confused look on his face.

Theodore and Eleanor only rolled their eyes at their older siblings' argument and continued to finish dinner. Meanwhile, Brittany walked down the hallway and stopped to look in the mirror. (After all, she can't go two seconds without looking at herself.) Once satisfied with her appearance, she walked into the dining room as Simon lit the last candle. He looked up and saw Brittany.

"Honestly," he said with a little anger in his voice, "I don't know how you put up with that self centered chipmunk."

"Years of practice," Brittany said with a laugh.

"I've had that and I STILL can't put up with him," Simon said.

Before Brittany could respond, the doorbell rang. Simon's face quickly changed from angry to excited to nervous all in one second.

"She's here," he shouted as he pulled on his shirt, "Wait, what if she doesn't like this? What if she thinks I'm a freak? Oh no! I can't do this! I just can't! I just-"

"Whoa," Brittany yelled cutting Simon off from his nervous rant, "Calm down Simon. Oh now your hair and outfit are all messed up. Come here."

Simon did as he was told and rush towards Brittany who immediately straightened his vest and tie. As she worked on his hair, he reminded himself to take deep breaths.

Breathe, he thought, everything's going to be fine.

"There," Brittany said, "All better."

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem, now go on," she said as she pushed Simon towards the door, "your girl's waiting for you, and I am proud to say that, thanks to yours truly, she looks gorgeous."

"She always looks gorgeous," he said as he gave Brittany and angry glare.

"Whatever," she said, "Now go get 'em tiger."

With one final push, Simon was now standing in the front of the door. He could feel drops of sweat building on his forehead. Behind the door, he knew that a beautiful, bespectacled chipette, who had spent hours with Brittany in her dressing room trying on different outfits and having her hair done as well as her makeup, patiently waited for him to answer. He had never felt so nervous in his life. A part of him didn't want to answer the door, but another part wanted to give Jeanette the best evening of her life. Putting his thoughts aside, Simon placed his hand on the door knob.

With Brittany, I don't know what to expect, he thought, for all I know, Jeanette could look exactly like Brittany, but no matter what, she will always be my beautiful Jeanette.

Simon took a deep breath.

This is it, he thought.

He slowly turned the knob and opened the door.