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I know that winter hasn't come yet, but since it's currently freezing here in Belgium as I'm writing this story, I found it very fitting. besides, who doens't love snow?
This story was meant to be a one-shot, but it will be a story with a few chapters. I'll give ONE HINT. it will have to do with Jeanette. that's it. No more hints. you can guess.
CGI Movie versions of the chipmunks and chipettes.
The first snow. It's a marvelous sight, no matter how old you're getting. That went through Dave's mind as he watched through the window to the falling snow flakes. It was still early and Dave was the first one up. The boys and girls will be so enthusiast when they notice it. The sudden squeals yells of happiness upstairs confirmed this.
"DAVE, IT HAS SNOWED!" the three voices of his boys, Alvin, Simon and Theodore yelled.
"I know!" Dave yelled.
Dave walked over to the stairs and watched his three boys slide down the railing. All blabbering at once, running over to the window to watch the snow.
"Can we go outside?" Theodore asked.
"After breakfast." Dave said. "Where are the Chipettes?"
"Still getting excited about their first snow." Simon said.
"First snow?" Dave asked.
"We never really saw snow in Australia." Brittany's voice said. "Only on TV and pictures."
Dave looked behind him and saw Brittany, Jeanette and Eleanor getting down. The talked excited against each other.
"It didn't really snow in the place we grew up." Jeanette said. "Snow is rare in Australia and only falls in certain places. Not where we grew up." She seemed a bit sad, but her expression became joyous again when she noticed the falling snow flakes. Her eyes dilated and almost started to sparkle.
Eleanor skipped to the window, where the boys were watching the falling snow. "It looks beautiful." She said, leaning dreamily on her arms. "Even more beautiful than I've ever imagined."
They went to the kitchen for breakfast. (Toaster waffles for everyone!) and after that the boys ran to the closet to get their winter vests and mittens. As Dave was putting on his own winter wardrobe he saw that the girls seemed a bit sad.
"Why do you look so sad, Jen?" Simon asked his girlfriend, as he wrapped his dark blue scarf around his neck.
"We don't have warm clothes for in the snow." Jeanette said.
"I thought that …Ian …had made clothes for you?" Alvin asked, giving a very angry expression mentioning Ian's name.
"Actually, he hired someone to make them." Brittany said. "But never those kind of clothes."
"Luckily that you have me." Dave said, walking over to the closet and getting out a box. He opened it and got out some winter clothes. It were warms vests, all in the Chipettes trademark colors, with matching scarfs, mittens and bonnets. "Will these do?" he asked with a smile.
The girls' eyes grew wide and enthusiastically screaming they ran to Dave and grabbed their outfits. They almost literally jumped into the warms vests and pulled on their mittens. They turned to the boys, who's jaws dropped at the sight of their girlfriends' new attire.
"You look …" Theodore began.
"Just …damn …." Alvin continued.
"Gorgeous." Simon finished.
The three girls giggled.
"Let's go." Brittany said, grabbing Alvin's arm and running to the door. She jump eagerly up and down as Dave slowly walked (on purpose) to the door. "open it open it open it open it!" Brittany yelled.
Dave chuckled and opened the door. Immediately, six chipmunks ran outside, in a blur of red, pink, blue, purple and two shades of green.
"Hello Dave." Mrs. Robinson, their elderly neighbor said. The elderly lady was siting in armchair on the porch, watching the children playing in the street.
"Hello Mrs. Robinson." Dave said. "Can you believe all this snow?"
"I know. The weatherman said it was not going to, but I felt it in my bones." Mrs. Robinson said. "So I made some hot coco yesterday for the children in the street. After playing in the snow, they'll need it."
"You're the best, Mrs. Robinson." Dave said. "I need to go to the store. Can you keep an eye on the boys and girls?"
"Two eyes, as much I can miss them." Mrs. Robinson said with a smile.
"HAVE FUN, GUYS!" He yelled. "I'm going to the store. I'll be back in twenty minutes. If there is trouble, go to Mrs. Robinson."
"OKAY, DAVE!" Six chipmunk voices yelled, spread around the yard.
Dave chuckled and walked over to the car.
Brittany was dancing around, watching her feet sank into the cold snow. She sighed happily and did another twirl.
Splash! Brittany gave a loud scream as something cold flew against her neck. She angrily turned around and saw Alvin, holding a snow ball the size of a small marble.
"Tag, your it." Alvin laughed.
"ALVIN SEVILLE, YOU'RE SO DEAD!" Brittany yelled as she ran on four limbs towards Alvin, who scurried away. Both were laughing, however, so it couldn't be that bad.
"Slowpoke! Slowpoke." Alvin chanted, as he didn't notice that Brittany was gaining on him.. "SlowpoOUCH!" Alvin and Brittany rolled over the snow, both laughing. They stopped rolling, Alvin laying on his back and Brittany on top of him. Both were out of breath and still chuckling. They gazed into each other's eyes.
"You really are a snow angel, you know that?" Alvin whispered.
Brittany giggled and got of Alvin. "Flatterer." She turned around and brushed some snow of her.
"Just telling the truth, Britt." He said, as he was rolling another snow ball, wanting to take back Brittany for that little roll of their. As he turned around to throw the marble-sized snowball, he got one himself in the face.
"GOTCHA!" Brittany yelled.
Alvin wiped the snow of his face and produced a mischievous smile. Brittany giggled, as she knew what would happened. "Don't even think about it, Alvin." She giggled, already starting to fast-walk away.
"TOO LATE!" Alvin yelled, as he ran towards Brittany, on both paws and feet. Brittany gave a amused squeal and ran away, laughing.
Simon, who was sitting on a branch of a tree in the backyard, shook his head as he saw his brother play with his girlfriend. He certainly didn't think about joining them, or even disturb them.
"Simon? Where are you?" he heard Jeanette's voice call him. He saw his girlfriend walking under the tree, clearly searching for him.
"Up here!" Simon yelled.
"Where?" Jeanette said, trying to find the source of the voice.
"UP! HERE!" Simon yelled again, a bit louder.
Jeanette tried to look up so far, that she fell backwards. "Ouch!"
Simon shook his head in amusement and started to climb down. "Someday, that clumsiness is going to get you hurt."
"It already did, I think." Jeanette said, getting up and brushing away some snow of her ….behind.
She blushed as Simon also wiped some snow she missed, away. "You're such a gentleman, Simon." She said, faking a British accent. "But please, do not touch my buttocks …without my permission." She giggled.
"Certainly not, luv." Simon said, also faking a British accent. "But to be honest, my dear, if it didn't look that good, I would have less problems restraining myself."
"Simon, you dirty …" Jeanette whispered as she gave him a soft push. "What if the others heard what you said."
"What? That I think you have a nice …behind?" He asked.
She gave him another soft push and blushed underneath her fur. "yes, THAT." She whispered against him. "Thanks."
"Anytime, Jen." Simon said, placing an arm around her shoulder.
Jeanette giggled as she saw Brittany, who was still being chased by Alvin, ran past them. "HI SIMON! HI JEANETTE!" She yelled.
"BYE SIMON! BYE JEANETTE!" Alvin yelled as they ran along.
"What caused this?" Jeanette asked.
"Alvin threw a snowball in Britt's neck. Britt chased. Britt caught him. They got up. Alvin wanted to throw one again, but instead got hit himself. Now Alvin chasing Britt again." Simon said, using short words, much to Jeanette's amusement. "Oh, and now Alvin caught Brittany …and now they're kissing."
Jeanette giggled again, released herself from Simon's arm and walked away from him. "Looks a bit too dangerous to me." She said.
Simon, feeling 'Alvin-like', got a 'good' idea and quickly made a snowball. "JEANETTE, THINK FAST!" he yelled as her threw the snowball. Jeanette, not thinking fast, turned around and got the snowball right against her head. She squeaked in pain.
Simon gasped. "JEANETTE! I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen." He apologized. "A-are you okay."
Jeanette, who was still wiping snow off her face, turned away from him and started to make sobbing sounds. Simon ran toward her and placed a hand on her shoulder, but she shook it off, ran to a place a bit farther and crouched down.
"Jen, please don't be mad." Simon said, as he slowly walked towards her. "I-i-it was an accident. Jeanette?"
Jeanette didn't say a word. She just sat there, still turned away from him. Simon, feeling very uneasy, placed a hand on her shoulder. This time, she didn't shake it off. "Jen?" he asked. "Can you forgive me?"
SPLASH! Faster than Simon could react, Jeanette had gotten up and pushed a handful of snow in Simon's face. She ran away laughing, as Simon wiped off the snow of his face.
"Yes, dear Simon." Jeanette giggled, hiding behind the three, only her head popping beside it. "I can forgive you."
Simon cleaned his glasses, smiling. "Is that the way you want to play it?" he asked, grinning mischievously. "That's just fine by me." He ran towards her. Jeanette gave an amused squeal and ran off, Simon just a few inches away from her. But Simon, being a bit faster than Jeanette, quickly caught her. They rolled in the snow, much as Alvin and Brittany did earlier and ended up laying on each other.
Jeanette was still giggling, as Simon brushed away some snow off her cheek. She took a few breaths and wanted to get up, but Simon pulled her down again.
"Not that fast, Jen." Simon said, grinning. "I still want to get you back for that snow-in-my-face-trick."
"Simon, you ran after me and caught me." Jeanette said. "I don't think there much more you can mmmmh." She was interrupted, as Simon planted his lips against hers. He released her lips, making Jeanette blink a few times, like she didn't know what happened. "…do."
"Apparently THAT." Simon chuckled. Jeanette blinked a few times again and then brightly smiled. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big hug.
"I don't know what I would do without you." She whispered against him.
"Me neither." Simon said as he held her closer.
Eleanor was happily skipping in the snow, giggling while she did it. She just scurried from one place to another. She stopped to watch Simon and Jeanette hug each other. She smiled and turned to watch Theodore, who was building a snowman. Well, a snowmunk, to be more accurate.
"Theo, need a little help?" She yelled at him.
"No, I'm good." He yelled.
"Oh." Eleanor said and let her head droop with a sad face.
"But I'm ready to make one with you now." Theo said and he scurried over to her. Eleanor's smile brightened. They immediately began working on the snowmunk. Working together, they could build it higher than working alone. Well, it worked with the two first balls, but the snowmunk was too– tall to put the third one, the head, on it. Neither of them could reach it, even if Theodore was standing on the tips of his toes.
"If Dave were here, he would help us." Theodore said, after another failed attempt to put the head on the snowmunk.
"Then it wouldn't be OUR snowmunk, wouldn't it?" Eleanor said.
"I guess it wouldn't." Theodore said. He noticed something in the corner of his eyes. "Get that flowerpot, Ellie."
"Theo, that's one is too small." Eleanor said. "We still won't be able to reach it."
"It is also the only one there is." Theodore shrugged.
The two chipmunks went to retrieve the small, almost flat flowerpot and brought it to the snowmunk. Theo stepped on the flowerpot, who wobbled a bit. "Okay, Ellie, give me the head."
With a little trouble, Eleanor lifted the (for a chipmunk) heavy ball and moved it to Theodore.
"Maybe you should roll it to me, instead of carrying it." Theodore said.
"Then more snow will stick to it and it will become heavier." Eleanor puffed. "And it's already heavy enough as it is."
Eleanor arrived at Theodore's flowerpot and lifted the snowball over her head. "Please take it fast, I can't hold this too long." She said.
Theodore grabbed the snowball and took it of Eleanor's hands, who then eagerly watched as Theodore tried to lift the snowball over his head to put it on to of the unfinished snowmunk.
Theodore still had to stand on the tips of his toes to put it on.
"Almost …there." He said. He was so busy getting the head on top of the snowmunk, that he didn't see that the flowerpot he was standing on was slipping away. Eleanor, however, noticed this. However, a bit too late.
"Theodore, watch…!" She began.
Too late. The flowerpot slipped from under Theodore's feet, causing the green-clad chipmunk to fall forward, right into the snowmunk, who collapsed. The snow head fell out of his hands, right on top of Theodore's head. Eleanor covered her eyes as this all happened.
"Is it over?" She asked, still holding her hands in front of her eyes.
"It is." Theodore said.
Eleanor removed her hands and fell into a laughing fit. Theodore was covered in snow, only his head sticking out of all the snow. He kinda looked like a ….snowmunk. Theodore apparently knew this, because he was laughing too.
"Quick, get the scarfs, a hat and a broom." Theodore chuckled. "We can still finish this snowmunk."
"Silly Theo." Eleanor giggled.
"Better get out of here before I catch a cold." Theodore said, trying to dig his way out of his snowy chains. Eleanor quickly dashed forward before Theodore got out and planted a kiss on his lips.
"You are my favorite snowmunk, Theo." Eleanor whispered. She giggled and ran away and left a speechless and dazed Theodore behind her.
"What a girl." He said against himself, as he freed himself of the snow.
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