Life with the Chipettes 2: Radiant Redhead
by ChipetteGirl10
~Prologue~
As the waning moon slowly set and the bright orange ball of sun rose, marking the start of yet another day, icy-blue orbs fluttered open to the light pouring into the room. Eyes glowing with hope that maybe today would be the day, a pink-clad chipette hopped out of bed, falling gracefully into her fuzzy slippers. Her auburn hair was picture perfect, as if walking out of a fashion shoot rather than her silk-sheeted bed. The chipette stretched slightly and cracked open her bedroom door just enough to hear the faint snoring of her sisters, and the rather loud snoring of her guardian. The girl slowly shut her door again and flopped down on her bed. Then, carefully, she glanced out her window, and saw a chipmunk clad in red walking down the street, his hands jammed in his pockets.
"Good morning!" the chipette called gleefully, sending a cheerful grin in the direction of the boy below as she threw open her window to shout her greeting. The azure-eyed chipmunk glanced up for a fraction of a second before continuing on his walk down the street. Feeling dejected, the chipette threw on a pink three-layer ruffled miniskirt, a light pink long sleeved shirt, a deep red crop vest, red legwarmers, pink shoes, white tights, and a pink jacket. She bolted down the stairs of her house, scribbled out a note, and dashed out the door to reach the capped chipmunk before he got too far away.
"Alvin!" she called feverishly as her flats slapped the sidewalk with a tremendous amount of force. The chipmunk just a few yards away had broken into a run at the sudden shout. The chipette's blue eyes narrowed as she sprinted faster toward him, finally grabbing his red sweatshirt sleeve and tugging him to a halt at the neighborhood park. It was early morning, so hardly anyone was at the grassy area.
"What do you want, Brittany?" Alvin questioned with a bored expression, a knowing look hidden deep in his features as he looked his friend over. Brittany frowned as she sat down on a bench, Alvin coming down with her. Her eyes were locked in his. They looked the same way they had for three weeks; sad, lonely, rejected, like nothing in the world could cure whatever it was. Brittany knew exactly what was on his mind: it was her own little sister, Jeanette. Brittany felt guilty for the entire ordeal she had put her counterpart through. Having dated Jeanette's boyfriend, Simon, who also happened to be Alvin's brother, Jeanette and Alvin had fake-dated in rejection and had actually somewhat fallen for each other…and then Jeanette had finally chosen Simon as the one to whom her heart belonged. Alvin was a wreck since then, and hardly breathed a word to his bespectacled brother.
"I just wanted to make conversation with you. I mean, we never talk anymore," the redhead stated matter-of-factly as she looked over the sapphire-eyed boy with curiosity and hurt swelling within her. Her face contorted into a feigned look of upset as she got up and began to walk away. Alvin didn't get up after the redhead; he watched her leave him, knowing he was hurting her. But did he care? Well, why should he? Nobody cared about him, so he was just going to return the favor like the nice person he was. He looked back up; Brittany glared at his idle figure sitting alone on the bench.
"You're being pathetic," the girl stated. The red-capped boy on the bench didn't seem fazed by her somewhat harsh words. He was focused on other things, those "things" being Jeanette and Simon walked into the park, hand-in-hand, grinning at each other from ear-to-ear like lovesick puppies.
"Disgusting," the boy stated, grimacing as his face twisted into a look of hatred for his younger brother and love toward the brunette next to him. Brittany felt her blood boil like a teakettle on a stove as she watched her counter's jealous reaction to the bespectacled couple walking into the park in La La Land. The fiery blaze of anger evident in her eyes as she whirled around to face her counterpart once more, the redhead let out a stream of gibberish words to the chipmunk, while his response was merely an amused smirk at her. Flustered, the pink-clad chipette stormed off. Alvin leaned back, perplexed as he realized quickly what he'd just done.
"I just got rid of the only one who was tolerating my ranting longer than anyone," he murmured.