Hello, everyone! Friendly greetings all around! High-five me here! High-five me there!...Oh, wait, you can't do that. Sorry. Anyway, if you read my story Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Final Chipter, I'd just like to start off by saying I'm the big mind behind it. (Not trying to sound braggy here; I'm just clarifying.) Now, I was pleased to see how successful it turned out; it got great reviews and everything. So, I decided to use my author skills to write a one-shot. An emotional, romantic one-shot about Simon and Jeanette. Even though Theodore and Eleanor are my favorite couple, and I will write stories about them, I decided that I would just do a little experiment to see how good I am at writing romantic one-shots about the Chipmunk/Chipette couples. This one-shot was so much fun to write, but I won't give too much detail away. Basically, Simon has a bad day and Jeanette comforts him. That's all I'm going to tell you beforehand. I hope you enjoy this one-shot, because I really put my skill into it. Obviously, I do not own the Chipmunks, the Chipettes, and other canon characters. I also do not own the song that is used in the story. I only own a few original characters. One final note: This story is set in the live action/CGI universe. I will always use live action/CGI format for my stories. But I've said too much already. I'll just go "backstage" to let the scenes unfold before you. Cormac, out!
SIMON AND JEANETTE: I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU
Honk! Honk! Honk!
"Earth to Simon! Earth to Simon! Wake up! Wake up!"
"Aggh!" Simon groaned with irritation as he woke up to Alvin honking a miniature bike horn in his face and shouting at him to get out of bed.
Simon scowled at Alvin as he sat up in bed. "Alvin, how many times have I told you to leave my horn alone?" he said, the frustration clear in his tone.
"Come on, I had to wake you up somehow," Alvin replied as he grinned smugly.
"Whatever," Simon said in a tired and mildly irascible voice. He started to climb out of his bed, but then he slipped and fell off.
Simon let out a startled yell as he fell to the floor hard, landing on his knee abnormally.
"Ow!" Simon yelped as he clasped his bruised knee, an aching pain coursing throughout his entire leg.
"Alvin, could you please help me up?" Simon winced.
"No can do, Si. It's every munk for himself!" Alvin chuckled as he tossed the horn to one side and dashed out of the room, not even looking back.
"Aw, come on, Alvin..." Simon pleaded. But Alvin was already out of earshot.
Simon moaned from pain as he stood up with difficulty, and, after dressing in his iconic blue hoodie, limped out of the bedroom that the Chipmunks and the Chipettes shared.
Simon walked downstairs, his knee still aching from where he had landed on the floor. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he headed for the kitchen, where everyone else was eating breakfast.
The other five chipmunks, Alvin, Brittany, Theodore, Eleanor, and Jeanette were seated around the table, happily eating and talking and eating and talking and eating some more and talking some more.
"Where's Dave, guys?" Simon asked.
"He's at a meeting at the record company," Theodore answered. "He won't be home until we come home from school. Mrs. Carroll from next door is going to take us to school."
"Oh, okay," Simon acknowledged. He walked, still with difficulty, over to the pantry, and climbed up the shelves, also with difficulty, until he reached the shelf where his cereal usually was.
But the box was gone. "Uh, where is the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?" Simon asked.
"Right here, and it's all gone," Alvin and Brittany replied in unison, as they ate spoonfuls of the sugary cereal.
Simon's mouth gaped open. "Guys!" he said, frustrated. "You know that's my cereal! You two have your own favorites here!"
"Well, we chose to go for something different this time. Right, Britt?" Alvin said.
"Right, Al," Brittany answered.
"And plus, Simon," Alvin continued, "you know how the old saying goes: You snooze, you lose."
Simon sighed with disappointment now that he had to resort to his least favorite breakfast food: the old oatmeal packets at the back of the shelf.
After selecting two packets, Simon trudged miserably over to the table, climbed up, poured the metal pitcher of hot water into a bowl, emptied the packets into the bowl, and ate.
As the six chipmunks finished their breakfast, they heard a sudden car horn outside.
"Ah! That'll be Mrs. Carroll!" Brittany announced. "Come on, guys, let's grab our backpacks and be off!"
Alvin, Brittany, Theodore, Eleanor, and Jeanette all leaped from their places at the table and hurried off to find their backpacks.
"Wait for me!" Simon called out. He sped across the table, accidentally running into the pitcher of hot water. The pitcher splashed boiling water onto Simon. He cried out loudly in pain as the water drenched his fur, and his hoodie.
Simon climbed down from the table, trembling with pain from the hot water that had just drenched him, and scurried off to find his backpack.
He joined the others outside. They noticed that his fur and hoodie were soaked.
"What happened, Simon?" Eleanor asked.
The Chipmunk in the blue hoodie sighed and shook his head. "The hot water pitcher can answer that," he muttered.
The Chipmunks and the Chipettes all dashed over to the car that was parked in front of their house and waiting for them with an open door.
"Hi, Mrs. Carroll," Theodore greeted as the six chipmunks climbed inside the car.
"Hello, Theodore. Hello, everyone," Mrs. Carroll replied as all six chipmunks settled into their seats.
After the door closed, Mrs. Carroll started up the car and began driving to West Eastman High School.
The Chipettes and Theodore talked excitedly among themselves on the way there. Alvin just relaxed in his seat, pulled out an iPod, plugged earbuds into it, placed one over each ear, and listened to music. But Simon was feeling so down that he did not want to do anything.
On top of that, Mrs. Carroll was blasting the cool air conditioning. As a result, the water that had drenched Simon, which was once hot, now cooled down and made him shiver most terribly. He was so cold that his little teeth were chattering, but he did not express his discomfort, because he was unwilling to make Mrs. Carroll feel insulted or anything like that.
Finally, the car pulled up in front of West Eastman High School. "Have a good day, guys," Mrs. Carroll said as she opened the car door to let the Chipmunks and the Chipettes out.
I'm having anything but a good day, Simon thought as his brothers and the Chipettes all clambered out of the car and began scurrying across the schoolyard to the front doors, where all the students were filing in.
The Chipmunks and the Chipettes stood in line with everyone as they filed into the school. As soon as all six of them were inside, they dashed off to find their classrooms.
The pain in Simon's knee had mostly gone away, but he was still limping just slightly as he headed for his homeroom.
As he walked, a mocking, grating voice from behind him said, "Hey, look, fellas! Looks like the school's nerd munk has a pain somewhere!" Harsh laughter followed.
Simon turned around. There, standing behind him, were three of the school bullies, Aaron, Gabe, and Steven.
"What's wrong, nerd? Why are you limping?" Aaron asked. "Did a dog get you or something?"
"No, no, I just...fell out of bed this morning," Simon replied, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he backed up.
The three bullies laughed mockingly. "Wow! All it takes for you to limp like a pathetic hunchback is to fall out of bed?" Gabe taunted. "Come on, you guys! Let's show him what real pain is like!"
"Wh-What are you doing?" Simon asked, scared out of his wits. But before he could move, the bullies were upon him, kicking him around, stepping on his tail, throwing pencil sharpeners at him, calling him mean names, and the rest of the typical bullying routine.
As a final insult, the bullies picked him up and threw him in a trash can. "Now that's real pain!" Steven teased as the bullies walked away, laughing triumphantly.
After the bullies had left, Simon climbed out of the trash can. He was hurt, both physically and emotionally, and he was shaking from fear and pain. He was bruised in several places, his tail was throbbing with pain, and his glasses were bent.
Simon continued onward to homeroom, limping more than ever. By the time he got to homeroom, he was ten minutes late. The teacher glared at him as he walked into the classroom.
"Simon Seville, you are late for homeroom," she informed him.
Simon tried to explain. "But, Mrs. Lewis, I—"
"Ah-ah! No excuses!" Mrs. Lewis stopped him.
"But it wasn't my fault!" Simon carried on anyway, yelling because he was still hurt and frustrated. "I would have been here on time, butㅡ"
"I said no excuses! And what's more, since you were late and you raised your voice to me and ignored my instructions, that's detention for you!" Mrs. Lewis scolded.
"Detention?" Simon asked in a small voice, distressed. He had never heard that said to him by a teacher before. He was always the responsible one of the school. "Mrs. Lewis, don't you thinkㅡ"
"Simon, unless you want me to extend your detention time, you will sit down without another word," Mrs. Lewis commanded.
So, Simon took his seat in the classroom with a heavy heart, and a partially dried hoodie that was still soggy in several places.
The rest of the day was not much better. In Science class, which Simon always had a passion for, he received a D grade on his test. The teacher was very disappointed in him. "I thought you could do better than this, Simon," he told the Chipmunk with a deep frown. "You're always enthusiastic about your work, especially science. I'm going to have to give you extra homework."
In Gym class, there was a big game of dodgeball. Everyone on the opposing team made Simon their target. Dodgeball after dodgeball came at him, and he literally had no time to stand up and regain his ground. He was constantly hit without mercy. The coach would have intervened, but since he was helping the custodian to fix the water fountain in the gym, he did not tell the other team to stop assailing Simon with the dodgeballs.
And in Math class, everyone made Simon their personal servant in sport. They made him rush from desk to desk, doing chores that they really ought to have done themselves. They made him lug textbooks that were way too big for him, sharpen pencils, and do other arduous tasks that were far too burdensome for someone his size. Simon was sore and exhausted by the time the school day ended.
What made it worse was that he still had detention to go through. This was the first time he had ever had detention, and he was very depressed because of this, since he was usually the most responsible, agreeable, and good-natured student in the entire school. What would the teachers and the principal think of him now? He hoped desperately that the person in charge of detention would not be Dr. Rubin.
Simon jinxed himself.
As he walked into the detention room, Dr. Rubin was standing there. As she saw Simon enter the room, her eyes widened with shock that it was Simon and not Alvin this time around.
Dr. Rubin frowned. "Simon! I had been informed that there was only one student today who had detention, but I did not expect it to be you. I thought you knew better. Why are you here?"
"Well, it's just…" Simon was so saddened that he could hardly bring himself to speak to anyone. "I...I was late for homeroom...and when I tried to tell Mrs. Lewis why...she told me not to make excuses...and then I got frustrated because I...hadn't been having the best day up to that point...and I raised my voice to her."
"I'm disappointed, Simon," Dr. Rubin told him. "I expect more from you."
Simon hung his head. Hearing that from the principal, who he had developed friendly relations with, cut him to the bone. He wanted to tell Dr. Rubin about the bullies, but he realized that she would also not want to hear his excuse. He just trudged over to a desk, climbed up onto it, and sat down.
At least my hoodie is dry, he thought.
For one long, dull, depressing hour, Simon sat in the detention room, with nothing to do except to think about the bad day he had been having. He tried to think of something happy, but the events of that day just continued to nag in his mind, refusing to leave.
Even though it was only an hour, it seemed as though an entire week had passed by the time Dr. Rubin informed Simon that he was now allowed to leave.
Finally, Simon thought. He grabbed his backpack, jumped off the desk, and hurried out of the detention room. By that time, everyone was gone. The hallways were empty and quiet.
Wait a minute, Simon thought. If everyone is gone...that must mean…
Simon hurried to the main office, where there was a phone that everyone was allowed to use just in case.
Simon took the phone and dialed Alvin's number. He heard the phone ringing on the other end, then the sound of someone picking up.
"Hello?" Alvin greeted.
"Uh, hey, Alvin," Simon replied.
"Oh, it's you. How was detention?" Alvin asked.
"I don't want to talk about that. How do you even know that I had detention, anyway? And, where are you and the others?" said Simon.
"We're already home, of course," Alvin answered. "Simon, do you honestly think we're just going to wait for an hour until detention is over? No! We have better things to do than to just wait around!"
"But...but how am I going to get home?" Simon asked.
"You'll just have to walk, I guess," Alvin responded.
"What?! It takes an hour and a half for me to walk from here to home!" Simon told his brother. "And I'm already exhausted!"
"Life is full of hardships. Get used to it," Alvin said as he hung up before Simon could say anything else.
Simon put the phone back and was more depressed than ever. Now he had to spend the next hour and a half walking home. He could not even bring himself to think about how tiring that could be, especially since he was carrying a bulking, heavy backpack (heavy for him, at least).
Simon sighed, and he hung his head as he left the main office, headed for the school doors, and exited the building. He was trying not to cry, but every so often, a tear would leak out of either one of his eyes and roll down his furry face.
As Simon began the long walk home, he looked up and noticed that the clouds were becoming dark gray. Oh, please don't tell me it's going to rain, he thought.
But rain it did. While Simon was walking home, several raindrops from the dark gray clouds fell around him. The raindrops gradually increased in quantity, until finally it was pouring all around him, soaking his fur and his hoodie again, making him shiver with cold.
Simon was absolutely miserable. He had to spend that hour and a half walking home in cold, drenching rain. He became more and more weary with every step. He felt as though he was walking for months as he headed home in the rain.
Why am I having such a terrible day? Simon thought. What have I done to deserve such misfortune? Why is nothing turning out in my favor?
Simon was exhausted, soaked, and freezing, but he continued to walk home. He thought he was going to collapse any minute, but somehow, he managed to make it home without any further mishaps.
As Simon walked up to the house, he entered through the small door that Dave had designated just for the six chipmunks. He was thoroughly soaked from the rain, dripping with water, and shivering as he stood inside the house.
"I'm home, guys!" Simon called out, his voice shaking because of how grieved he was.
Everyone else was too busy with their own activities to notice Simon come in. Alvin and Brittany were playing a board game and arguing over it, Theodore was curiously and eagerly looking through the recipes in a cookbook, and Jeanette was helping Eleanor sew up a torn seam in a dress. No one noticed him come in except for Dave.
"There you are," Dave said in a stern voice.
Uh-oh, what did I do now? Simon wondered silently.
"Dr. Rubin informed me that you had detention today, Simon," Dave said in a scolding voice. "Why is this?"
Simon sighed. He was tired of having to explain his detention. "I was late to homeroom, okay?" he replied, exasperated.
"And what else?" Dave demanded.
"I…I raised my voice to the teacher when she reprimanded me for being late, and when she told me not to make excuses for my tardiness, I tried to make excuses anyway, and she gave me detention," Simon stated.
Dave shook his head. "I'm displeased with you, Simon," he said. "This is the sort of incident I would expect from Alvin, not you. I think you need a responsibility lesson. No allowance for a week."
"But, Dave…" Simon started.
Dave held up a hand. "I don't want to hear it," he said firmly, "unless you want no allowance for two weeks."
Simon was crushed. He dropped his backpack on the floor and headed upstairs, still soaked and shivering. He walked through the hallway until he reached the bedroom of the Chipmunks and the Chipettes, and he slowly trudged inside.
Simon changed from his soaked hoodie into a fresh, clean, and dry hoodie, and he climbed up onto his bed and sat down.
This day had been by far the worst day Simon had ever had. As he thought about all the unfortunate incidents that had happened to him since he woke up that morning, tears began forming in his eyes.
Simon usually did not cry; he was always very tough, strong, composed, and able to handle unfortunate situations quite well. But this day had been so terrible that his emotions were beginning to get the better of him.
Simon tried to will himself not to cry. Think about something else, think about something else, he tried persuading himself. But his day had been so bad that everything happy and optimistic seemed to be a blur.
Simon could not hold it back anymore. He buried his face in his pillow and began to cry very hard. He was crying harder than he had ever cried before. Tears soaked the pillow beneath his face. Up until now, Simon had successfully managed to hold back all the sadness he was feeling. But now, all the misfortunes of that day had finally gotten to him and were causing him to cry into his pillow. He felt as though the entire world was out to cause him misery, and he had finally lost control of his emotions and now lay face-down on the pillow, crying all his tears out. He was releasing all the emotions he had been holding back for the entirety of that day.
As Simon cried into his pillow, he heard the door open behind him and the sound of a gentle, sweet voice calling up to him.
"Simon?" the voice of Jeanette called.
Simon was startled. He immediately stopped crying. Lifting his head from the pillow, he dried his tears and turned to face Jeanette.
"Oh, hello there, Jean," he greeted her.
"Are you all right? You sounded sad," Jeanette told him with concern evident in her voice.
Simon wanted to say that everything was fine, but he decided not to. He had been keeping his bad day from everyone for too long now. He yearned for someone who could comfort him. So, why not tell Jeanette everything that had happened? Maybe she could help him to feel better.
"I did not have a good day," Simon sniffled. "Nothing turned out in my favor today. In fact, that's an understatement. This has literally been the worst day I've ever known! I'm surprised that the house isn't caving in on me!"
Jeanette approached Simon and spread her arms out wide. "Do you...do you want a hug?" she asked shyly.
"Oh, yes, thank you," Simon cried gratefully as Jeanette climbed up onto his bed and wrapped her arms around him tightly and warmly.
Jeanette pulled Simon close and held him as he pressed his face into the purple and white fabric of her striped shirt, over her left shoulder.
"Don't be afraid to let your emotions out. We've all cried at some point in our lives. We all know what it's like," Jeanette said in a gentle, caring voice.
Simon nodded as more tears flowed from his eyes and onto Jeanette's shoulder. He felt a wonderful, overwhelming soothing sensation that warmed his entire being. The warmth and comfort he felt now completely blotted out the intense sadness and distress that had overcome him just moments ago.
Jeanette and Simon held each other close on the bed for several minutes. Jeanette gently stroked Simon's back as they embraced, and Simon tightly wrapped his arms around her neck. Light tears continued to roll down his face and onto her shoulder.
Simon did not want to stop hugging Jeanette. The beautiful solace that her warm embrace provided him with was irresistible.
"So, bad day, huh?" Jeanette asked, breaking the silence. Simon nodded, his face still pressed into her shoulder.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" Jeanette recommended. "Sometimes, it helps if you explain everything to someone so that they can help you feel better. After all, a doctor can't find a remedy for a patient if the patient keeps everything secret. Don't be afraid to tell me about why your day wrong, Simon. I'm here to love you and console you."
"Okay," Simon sniffled in agreement, drying away the tears. "After I woke up to Alvin honking my horn in my face, I got up and fell out of bed, landing on my knee so that it was difficult to walk. Then, as you may recall, Alvin and Brittany ate all my cereal without letting me know, so I had to eat that old oatmeal instead."
Jeanette nodded in understanding. "Go on," she said.
"Well…" Simon continued. "As we were leaving, I accidentally spilled boiling water on myself. And the air conditioning on the car ride to school turned the water from hot to freezing and caused me to shiver all the way there."
Simon paused, then resumed. "And on my way to homeroom, the school bullies cornered me and started beating me up. Then they threw me in the trash can, and I was late for homeroom. As a result, the teacher gave me detention. I've never had detention before, so I bet you can imagine how distressed I was!"
Simon dried away a new tear as he said this. Then he continued. "And what's more, I failed my science test, got pummeled constantly during dodgeball, and became the slave of math class. And when I came to the detention room, Dr. Rubin was in charge. She told me that she was disappointed in me for getting detention and that she expected better from me. Dr. Rubin, of all people who hold me in good esteem!"
Simon was beginning to cry again. "And since I had detention, I missed the ride home, and I had to walk through a frigid downpour to get here. And then Dave told me that the teachers told him that I had gotten detention, and he told me I have no allowance for a week."
Simon sniffled as more tears came rolling down his face. "This has been the worst day I've ever known," he sobbed. "I feel like a nobody, like I'm worthless. As if the world is turning against me. I don't know why I have to experience such misfortune. It's like no one cares about me! Except for you, of course..."
Once again, Simon buried his face into Jeanette's shoulder and cried. Jeanette hugged him tightly, allowing him to feel her warm consolation.
"I know how you're feeling right now, Simon," Jeanette said in a soothing tone. "We've all had bad days, including me. But, Simon, I want you to know that even in times of sadness, pain, and emotional hurt, there are always good days right around the corner. Bad days happen, but the best thing about bad days is that they soon go away, and we can start experiencing the good days. I'm sorry that you had such an awful day, Simon, but please know that I'm here for you, that I love you, and that I want to comfort you as best as I can. I also want you to know that you are not worthless, and you are not a nobody. You have the most wonderful soul of anyone I've ever known. You're smart, loyal, talented, brave, cheerful, and resourceful. You deserve the best from me. I will do everything I can to turn your bad days into good days. I'll always be here for you."
Tears of joy replaced the tears of sadness as Simon hugged Jeanette even more tightly. He felt so loved, so cared for, so overjoyed in her wonderful, comforting presence. The bad day behind him seemed to fade away as it turned from bad to good.
"Oh, and by the way, Simon," said Jeanette, "I dedicated a song to you. Would you like to hear it?"
"Of course," Simon replied eagerly. Jeanette released him from the embrace and scampered over to her bed. She reached around under the covers and pulled out a little purple guitar.
"I didn't know you played the guitar," Simon told her.
"I can play a lot of instruments," Jeanette explained. "I just prefer not to play them in public surroundings. After all, I do have a tendency to be rather timid."
Jeanette strummed a soft tune on her guitar and began to sing:
I don't know,
But I think I may be fallin' for you
Dropping so quickly
Maybe I should keep this to myself
Waiting 'til I know you better
I am trying, not to tell you
But I want to,
I'm scared of what you'll say
And so I'm hiding what I'm feeling
But I'm tired of holding this inside my head
I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waiting all my life
And now I found you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you
As I'm standing here
And you hold my hand
Pull me towards you
And we start to dance
All around us
I see nobody
Here in silence
It's just you and me
I am trying not to tell you
But I want to
I'm scared of what you'll say
And so I'm hiding what I'm feeling
But I'm tired of holding this inside my head
I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waiting all my life
And now I found you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you
Oh, I just can't take it
My heart is racing
The emotions keep spilling out
I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waiting all my life
And now I found you
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
I can't stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it
I think I'm fallin' for you
I can't stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it
I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you
Oh
Oh no no
Oh
Oh, I'm fallin' for you
After hearing Jeanette's song, tears of utmost joy began flowing nonstop from Simon's eyes. He leaped toward Jeanette and embraced her in yet another warm hug.
"Don't ever forget how much I love you," Jeanette told him, returning the embrace.
"You'll always be on my mind, Jeanette; you and the love that you show me. I love you, too," Simon responded.
(Author's note: The following paragraphs up to the horizontal line were not part of the story when I originally posted it. I added these sentences to the story because a review said there was a confusion due to the fact that Simon was able to go out with Jeanette despite having been relieved of his allowance for a week.)
After releasing each other from the embrace, Simon and Jeanette headed downstairs paw in paw with each other, both of them smiling widely. Simon felt very comforted, very consoled, very special with Jeanette at his side. It now seemed as though the terrible day he had experienced completely faded from existence.
Dave noticed Simon and Jeanette coming downstairs holding each other's paws and smiling at one another. "Hey, guys," he said to them.
"Hi, Dave," Simon and Jeanette responded in unison. Then Jeanette spoke up.
"Excuse me, Dave?" she said. "Is it all right if I take Simon out on a date? He had such an awful day up until this afternoon and I thought he might enjoy spending some time with me out somewhere."
Dave looked at Simon, whose allowance he had cancelled for a week. When Jeanette told him that Simon had been having a bad day, he now felt sympathy for the Chipmunk. He decided that Simon did not need to have the extra dose of sadness and misery.
"Yes, you two may go out on a date," Dave permitted. "And Simon, I wasn't aware that you were having a bad day. I'm sorry; I guess I went a little over the top with no allowance for a week. I'll knock that off."
"It's all right, Dave. Thank you," Simon acknowledged with happiness in his soul, smiling and wrapping an arm around Jeanette.
And the rest of the day became better and better from there. Not only had Simon gotten his allowance back, he was now, for the first time, going out on a date with Jeanette, who had comforted him so graciously and mercifully.
Simon and Jeanette went out to see a movie together at the mall theater in Los Angeles, and afterwards, they had dinner in one of the mall restaurants. When they finished dinner, they shared a milkshake for dessert. Everyone else in the restaurant was endeared by the sight of Simon and Jeanette seated next to each other on their table, both of them drinking their milkshake from the two straws they had placed inside it. To conclude their first date, the Chipmunk and Chipette explored the games complex for entertainment.
The smile on Simon's face could not have been wider. He was so incredibly happy that he did not think he could become any more cheerful than he was now. He was truly blessed to know Jeanette; no one had done anything as special as this for him to cheer him up before.
As Dave picked them up from the mall to take them home, Simon turned to Jeanette and expressed his gratitude.
"Jeanette, I don't think I'll be able to thank you enough. I really owe you," Simon told his girlfriend. "I swear, no one has cheered me up today the way you have. I'm so touched by your kindness and I'm very grateful to know someone as caring and loving as you."
"Oh, Simon, you are so welcome," Jeanette replied as she embraced him. "You really don't have to repay me. Up until the afternoon, your day was in shambles. You deserved to have your level of cheer restored."
"You sure did restore my cheeriness," Simon chuckled. "I don't think I could get any happier. I feel like a balloon, all inflated with cheer."
Jeanette rested her head on Simon's shoulder and placed an arm around him. "And I'm happy for you, Simon," she told him.
Then, a thought occurred to her. "Um, Dave?" Jeanette asked.
"Yes, Jeanette?" Dave responded.
"Could Simon and I please sleep outside tonight, under the stars?" she requested.
"Sure thing," Dave permitted. "That's a good idea; it's supposed to be really nice and clear outside tonight."
Simon and Jeanette high-fived as Dave granted them permission to sleep outside under the night sky.
By the time they returned home, night was falling. Simon and Jeanette dressed in their pajamas and searched around for their sleeping bags.
When they finally found their sleeping bags, they brought them outside to the balcony and laid them on the picnic table that stood there. Simon's sleeping bag was light blue, and Jeanette's sleeping bag was lavender.
The night sky was clear and bright with shining stars. Simon and Jeanette snuggled inside their sleeping bags and began gazing up at the starry sky.
"It's so beautiful out here tonight," Jeanette breathed.
"Look, there's the Big Dipper!" Simon announced, pointing upward to the constellation he had noticed.
"Can you find the Little Dipper?" Jeanette asked.
"Sure, it's right…" Simon paused as he swayed his pointed finger around, trying to find the constellation, "...there!"
Jeanette looked at where Simon was pointing. He had gotten it exactly right. "You are the smartest Chipmunk I know, Si," she complimented.
"Thank you, Jean," Simon gratefully accepted the compliment. "You're the smartest and kindest Chipette I know."
"If only everyone could be like you, Simon," Jeanette told her boyfriend. "The world would be the perfect place."
"That's exactly how I feel about you, Jeanette," Simon told her.
"And remember, I'll always be here for you," Jeanette promised.
They gazed at the night sky for a while longer, taking in the sight of the wondrous constellations around them. Eventually, though, they began to feel sleepy.
Simon and Jeanette snuggled right up against each other in their sleeping bags and turned their heads to one side to face each other. They pulled their arms out from inside their sleeping bags and hugged each other as they lay there, side by side, and then they closed the distance between them and kissed one another around the lips.
After releasing one another from the kiss, Simon and Jeanette fell asleep on the picnic table in their cozy sleeping bags, their arms still tightly wrapped around each other. The stars in the night sky shone brightly all around them. They had love and joy in their hearts, which was represented by the smiles on their faces as they slept.
Simon was purely and unquestionably thankful to have a girlfriend such as Jeanette. She was the best companion he had ever known. No one could compare to her, in his mind. She would always do everything she could to make him happy despite the worst of days. She had turned the worst day he ever had into one of the very best days he ever had. After all, as she had promised him before they fell asleep that night, "I'll always be here for you."
And from that day on, she never failed to keep her word. She was always there for him.
CREDITS:
Dave Seville, the Chipmunks (Alvin, Simon and Theodore), and the Chipettes (Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor) are the property of 20th Century Fox, Regency Enterprises, and Bagdasarian Productions.
The character of Mrs. Carroll, and the characters of Mrs. Lewis, Aaron, Gabe, and Steven are the property of me.
The song "Fallin' For You" is owned by Colbie Caillat.
So, what did you think of that Simon/Jeanette one-shot? I sure hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know in the reviews what your opinions are. I look forward to hearing from all of you who read this one-shot of mine.
Until next time, this is Cormac, saying, "Adiós, amigos!"