I know what you're thinking. Is she crazy, writing another story when she's already in the middle of another? Well, um, I'm having bad writer's block for the next chapter of Alvin's Munk Out, so if you could vote on my poll that'd be great! Anyway, here's just a (Short, long I don't know we'll see) story that I've wanted to write before I even had an account on here! Now, I'll shut up so you can read the story, right? Yes.

Chapter 1: Why?

Why? That's the first words to many questions. Like: why is the grass green or the sky blue? But my questions that burn inside me isn't close to that, it's something different. A topic far from that, that only seems to get more and more confusing. Love. That's right, love. All I need is simple answers, but life won't give them too me, I'm smart, so why aren't they just there? My questions include many things, such as: Why did she change? Why had she gone off with him instead of me? Why didn't she just realize how much I loved her, adored her? It's because of him. It was his entire fault, she was just her before he came into our lives, and he ruined everything. Nothing will ever be the same.

Love,

Your favorite Chipmunk.

I closed my journal, placing it under my fluffed up pillow. I allowed myself to look about my room, making sure everything about was in the proper order. I smiled to myself, even if my brother refused to clean up, I didn't. When had the troubles started, when did the pain all erupt between Jeanette and I? Yes, I had said Jeanette. She was different, very different. I on the other hand, Simon Seville, haven't changed a bit.

I don't know anything when it comes to her, and yet I'm the smartest boy in the country. The COUNTRY! Yet, I get stuck on simple questions about girls? That didn't matter; all that mattered was that she had changed. I can't do anything, nothing. Maybe, instead of wondering, or sulking, I should answer your questions. The only way I can do that, is by telling you the long tale.

It had all started the faithful day when I was walking to her house, hands in pockets, eyes glued to the ground. The wind just blew lightly enough to sway the branches of the trees overhead, and a hawk circled over me. I gulped, biting my lip.

"Crud," I muttered silently, "well, good for me, it won't have lunch today. Too bad for it though." I darted to the Miller's door, banging on it frantically as I waited for someone to answer. Suddenly, the door swung open, leaving me dumbfounded until I saw Jeanette. She stood before me pushing her thick lensed glasses up onto the fuzzy bridge of her nose before pulling me inside.

"Simon, nice to see you, what's on your mind?" Jeanette whispered softly, a smile spread on her face. I admired her soft features for a second, her small pink nose, her dark brown fur that glistened in the sun so brightly I swore that she was an angel, and her that was tied with a small ponytail tied up with a small dark purple rubber band, her violet eyes shining brightly from behind her thick lens.

"Nothing really, I just wanted to stop by and see how you're doing. I was also wondering if you wanted to walk with school with me." I had asked gently, flashing an uneasy smile. She smiled gently, picking up her violet book bag carefully as if it were alive. She did a lot of things with such care I swore that she had a compassion toward nonliving and living things. She's so gentle, soft, caring. She's many things, but I sure wasn't going to stand there and make a gentle list!

"Of course I'll walk to school with you Simon. It's a beautiful day today and I could use the walk. Mind if I go and tell Miss Miller I'm going?" Jeanette whispered her fluffy brunette tail flicking as she silently awaited a response.

"Of course I don't mind Jeanette. In fact, I think it's a good idea. I'll just wait here." I replied with a smile, and she smiled back.

"It'll only be a moment." Now that I think upon those words, I realize how long ago that moment was. It seemed like centuries ago! But no, it wasn't that long ago, otherwise I wouldn't be telling you the tale. Of course, as I was standing idle, I heard a thud and the screams of girls. I rolled my eyes; you don't see us boys acting like that!

"Eleanor Miller I swear if you take one step closer to my dress I'll kill you!" Brittany growled, holding up a soft pink dress with a pearl white ribbon around the waist. I didn't give much care for it, but obviously Brittany did.

"Ugh, Brittany, all I want to do is fix the rip on the shoulder!" Eleanor snapped her usually cream colored cheeks were rosy red in anger. I watched the two intently, before I walked over with my feet smacking the ground silently.

"Girls, why don't you just stop fighting and use your brains, God gave you them for a reason you know. Now listen closely, Brittany, why don't you give Eleanor your dress so she can fix it and Eleanor, stop yelling." I was sure that would have resolved the problem, but with girls, nothing seems to be right! Ha, that had done anything but fix the problem. At least they stopped throwing things at each other.

"Boys, they'll never understand!" They both shouted at me in furry. Both faces heated up in boiling anger, when suddenly I heard a voice call out.

"I haven't even said anything yet." I knew that voice, and I strained to hear the mumbles it let out afterwards. I instantly knew who it was.

"Alvin! What are you doing here?" Brittany exclaimed, waving her arms in the air. I noted that she looked quite flattered that he looked into her sky blue eyes. They seemed to sparkle more when he stepped forward.

"I just wanted to know if you'd walk to school with me and Theo, oh Ellie you're invited too." Eleanor seemed to beam at the thought of being with Theodore, and again I rolled my eyes.

"Girls," I muttered to myself silently, "the one subject I'm sure I'll never quite get!"

Jeanette's POV:

Life is life, love is love. Word of the wise, you should get over you're old lover, my favorite quote made by (surprise surprise) Simon and I. It was the last project we worked on together. I don't know why I still think about Simon, I haven't even laid eyes on him in weeks, not alone spoke to him. I wonder when this all started. Oh yes, surprisingly, with me. I changed, maybe for the best, maybe not. The way my sisters look at me, I know it's in disgust. Do they hate the new me? I don't know if I do. I can't think straight anymore, not since he came into my life. I guess this is just the way it'll always be, I'm not sure. I wish I could just let my feelings out, pour them into the world from my heart and mind but I can't. I won't let myself, it's like I have no control. My mouth, arms, and legs seem to control my mind. I hate it! I half wish I could go back, half don't. When will this end?

Love,

Your favorite (confused and terribly lost) Chipette, Jeanette.

With that I tossed my diary aside. I whipped some mysterious crumbs from my mini (even for me) black skirt and crossed my legs. I made sure my face showed no emotion but gloom, and I rubbed my lips together.

"Who's that," I asked myself looking in the mirror, my eyes betrayed me showing my deep sadness, "who's that that looks back at me from inside the mirror in such disgust and disgrace? How did I let this happen to me?" I'll have to tell you the tale, perhaps where Simon left off. (I only know because you told me, mind you.) So, where was I? Oh yes, the legend, the tale, the days that I wish were only a nightmare, but weren't. I guess maybe, I shouldn't have fallen into it, but I did. Just for the sakes of two boys.

Of course, where Simon left off, I had gone to tell Miss Miller I was leaving. That had been a piece of cake, even though she was half asleep. I stumbled down the stairs, tripping on the last step when two strong arms caught me. Simon lifted me back onto my feet, and I smiled at him gently.

"Th-thanks for catching me, again Simon, that was really nice of you." I remember whispering to him, looking down at my feet. He lifted my chin up, looking straight into my eyes as if they were rare gems.

"Remember Jeanette, I'll always be there to catch you, if you allow me."

"I can't imagine not allowing you to Simon! I'm sure Alvin wouldn't be kind enough to catch me. His mind would be more focused on Brittany!" I joked with a giggle, heaving my two ton book bag onto one of my shoulders quietly.

"You got that right, those two seem to focus all their energy on each other, whether it's fighting or flirting, even if they deny nor how many times they do! Isn't it crazy how two chipmunks so in love could fight and deny it so much?" Simon said with his cute chuckle. I felt my heart swell in my chest; it beat against my ribs like a frantic war drum.

"Yeah, wonder why they would deny their love." I knew that I did the same with Simon, and even though I'm the smartest girl in the COUNTRY I fail to pick up any signs of him liking- no loving me back. Was it possible he didn't have the same feelings for me? Obviously he cared for seeing, seeing as we are- erm… were best friends. I guess I just won't understand boys, ever! They are so… unpredictable, so, I don't know what to say! Oh, I know, so mysterious. Half the time I don't understand why they do half the things they do! Isn't it amazing just how mysterious they can be, even though they belong (sometimes) to the same species, just a different gender? Simon broke into my thoughts.

"Is something on your mind, you seem awfully quiet." He knows me too well, maybe too much for my liking.

"Oh nothing, I'm just thinking about how amazing it is that sometimes, girls don't understand boys even though they're a different gender! It's almost of if their aliens, but not quite, and vice versa." I exclaimed gently, dwelling on the thought.

"I know. It's so odd, but we must focus on school though, well because we're at school. Come on, we can't be late to turn in next month's homework!" I smiled at his words as he grabbed my arm and walked me over into the packed building. We shoved and pushed our way through the crowd, and this is when the trouble truly began!

At Home Room: SIMON'S POV:

Jeanette and I sat by side, directly beside one another. We stared at our home room teacher as she introduced us to a new student. I didn't like the looks of him, not one bit! I was also shocked to learn that he was a chipmunk. I hadn't realized there was more talking chipmunks besides the six of us, make that seven, I thought gently to myself, great, one more thing I can add to my list that I don't know!

The new boy's name was Zack, although he preferred to be called Z, which I didn't find the least bit charming! The next thing that I found that disgusted me was that he had three earring in his right ear, and two in the other, each being a sparkling silver. He had a dark black Skelton necklace that shined like gold, a black leather jacket, a midnight black shirt with a Skelton on it. His Mohawk seemed to be out of control, some of his hair this way and the other that. I bit my lip, he seemed to be one of those guys you want to stay away from. I looked over to Jeanette, her eyes looking over him as if absorbing his every detail. Was she interested in him? Not in the least, I hope…, I thought to myself silently, gazing over to Z once more. I didn't like him, one bit.

"Anyone want to help him to his classes?" Mrs. Roberts asked, her curly raven hair framed her face nicely, her dark ruby lips rubbing together as she stared into the raised hands of many students. Her gaze caught mine and Jeanette's; we were one of the only teens to have their hands down flatly on their desk sternly, the others were Eleanor, Brittany, and Josh, a chubby boy who preferred to keep to himself. Alvin, I noted, was quite eager to meet him, as I could tell from his hand way high in the air. I rolled my eyes at him like I usually did nothing out of the ordinary there! "Jeanette."

"Me, oh but I ca-can't," Jeanette seemed shocked at the sound of her name and seemed to tense as all eyes seemed to turn to her. Some whispered behind her back, others glowered, and occasionally some would shoot a spitball at the back of her head. She frowned deeply at this, but said nothing as her mouth tightened. I for one felt bad for her, she let others push her around too much, and I didn't like it!

Jeanette's POV:

"Oh but I ca-can't," I said shocked at the sound of my name, as I felt eyes turning onto me. I tensed, hearing whispers behind my back, feeling the glares and the angered stares, even rare spitball hit my head and I grimaced. I said nothing though, as I was too easy to push over, then.

"Come on Jeanette."

"Well-," I began, but I was instantly cut off. Why did it always seem that teachers never cared for what I wanted to do or think? Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed school, even the new me does, but that boy, Z, he didn't seem to belong to the kind of crowd I liked to hang around with. I bit my lip, drawing blood.

"You start today." Mrs. Roberts smiled, leading Z toward me. I gulped, feeling my mouth dry like sandpaper. I didn't like this, not one bit! I heard the bell ring and I huffed out, my eyes averting to Z's face. He had a board head, dark green eyes with blue highlights in his dyed black hair, and to top it all off, he had the corner of a smoking patch under his shirt. Great, I thought, he's one of those kinds of guys. Well I for one am certainly glad he's trying to quit, although he never should have started.

Z seemed to catch my stare as his face reddened.

"Yeah," He said to me in a slight sadness, "that's what happens when you get too much second hand smoke and get a pack of that stuff. Sorry you had to see that." He pulled his shirt over his patch to conceal it once more before I only smiled at him, hoping it was my shy sweet one and not the grimace one I found I occasionally made.

"Oh, that doesn't seem like to much fun. I didn't realize- oh never mind. It's a bad subject. Smoking is wrong, and it destroys your lungs, worst of all, it kills millions of people every day because they can't stop!" I growled out, waving my arms in disgust.

"I know, it's terrible, I'm protesting against smoking. Want to join me sometime?"

"Sure, that sounds like fun! Can my friend Simon join us?" I asked in excitement, in a near squeal. I realized in awe I didn't stutter or anything and I smiled.

"Of course, I don't see why not! Say, maybe we can go and hang out tonight." He asked with a charming smile, and I was yanked in. I fell, hard for a boy I barely knew. He seemed so smart, sweet, and charming! That was only the beginnings of my troubles, if only I knew!