Chapter 1: Alvin's Question

Hello, Dear Diary. I am Jeanette. I have purple glasses and brunette fur that I style in a ponytail that defies the laws of gravity atop my head. I suppose that if I had said "hair" instead of "fur" then you'd think I was human. Actually, I'm not. I am a chipmunk, or rather, a chipette. I am in a band with my two sisters, Brittany and Eleanor, and we sing for the entertainment of others. I am pleased to say that we have done quite well for ourselves in our musical careers. We joined with the band called the Chipmunks who are our male counterparts. We actually live with them and their adopted human father, Dave Seville.

I have been on summer vacation for quite a while and school starts again in a week. I was excited because the teachers usually hold a "welcome back" dance. There was one person, or one Chipmunk, in general I wanted to ask to said dance. Simon Seville, an intelligent 'munk with black, circular glasses and a blue hoodie and wonderful blue eyes. His voice is impeccable, and his brown fur glistens in the sunlight. When he looks at me, I think it's cute the way his smile goes crooked.

A while back he'd gotten bitten by a spider while we were stranded on an uncharted island. The spider's venom contained a neuro-toxin that altered his personality, changing him into Simone, a fun loving, romantic, charming, outgoing, and French chipmunk. Simone was the most perfect 'munk in the world, but I still missed the Simon I'd come to love before. Simone had given me a bracelet that I wore as a tiara on the island. I was later kidnapped by an insane woman we'd met after our first day stranded named Zoe, who had lived on the island for about eight or nine years. Simon, the real Simon, came to my rescue just in time before the volcano I had mistaken for being dormant erupted. I gave away the bracelet to Zoe, my very attacker, to accept her apology. Simon pulled me to the side of the boat and recited a line that Simone had revealed from the bottom of his heart. One that I will never forget.

"Not even the perfect gem could compare to your beauty."

I melted on the spot, and soon, we were rescued. I still remember fondly of how I was dancing with Simon and he held me in his arms afterwards. I know I've danced with Simon many times, but I can't call any of those "romantic". Unless you count that time with Simone, but I believe that they are two different chipmunks entirely. Simone was really the personality that lies at the bottom of Simon's heart.

Anyway, I knew the dance was coming up soon, and that I really wanted to ask Simon if he'd go with me. Being the shy Chipette I am, every time I began to talk to Simon I would trail off and be too afraid of the answer to ask, or a distraction would come up. This frustrated me, so I decided to consult my best possible source for romantic advice: a romance novel! Turns out, you can wait for the guy to ask you. So, bearing this new intel in mind, I patiently waited for Simon to ask me.

One morning, after breakfast, he walked up to me. He rubbed the back of his neck in that cute way he always does and his eyes seemed to dart from wall to wall. I could practically see the sweat roll off of him (actually, I don't think that chipmunks sweat) as his gaze finally met mine.

"H-hey, Jeanette," the words rolled off his tongue and were like butter to my ears. "I have a-an import qu-question to ask you…"

I bit my lip in anticipation and my molars at the back of my jaws began to grind subconsciously. All of a sudden, Alvin burst between the two of us, running from trouble, as always. From where he'd come from you could hear Brittany yelling. My red-headed sister stalked out of the hallway and up to us. She was still in her pink pajamas that were covered in red hearts, but her hair fell down on her head in waves. She cried out right in our ears.

"Alviiin! Get back here with my hair barrettes!" she screeched, shaking her clenched paw in the air.

Laughter followed after Alvin and echoed through the room. Brittany scowled as if Simon and I had done her wrong. She gave me a look much like that of what a queen would give one of her peasants, so I sighed and off I went after Alvin slowly with my eyes downcast. As I walked away my eyes wandered to see Simon venturing back to the bedroom, most likely to change out of his nightshirt. I spied him when he turned his head slightly to look at me, causing a faint blush to spread across my cheeks.

I stepped into the living room and scanned it for Alvin. He was kind of easy to spot in his bright red pajamas marked with a big yellow A. When I found him he was on the back of the couch, petting his bushy tail like he was nervous about something. I approached silently and then ducked behind a pair of hiking boots of Dave's.

Alvin looked up with the most pitiful brown puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen and pleaded, "Brittany, I know how terrible you think I am but…will you go to the dance with me?"

He pretended that Brittany was standing in front of him and said "yes". He let out a girlie squeal and looked as if he'd leap out of his fur. He thanked the imaginary Brittany several times and even kissed "her" on the cheek before jumping down with her hair barrettes. Alvin linked arms with "Brittany" and began to skip towards the kitchen. I giggled a little, apparently too loud, and Alvin's ears swiveled, followed by his head. He looked astonished, then exasperated.

"Jeanette! How long have you been standing there? Where's Brittany?" he interrogated.

I was thoughtful for a moment before I answered, causing Alvin to go tense.

"Well, I was here long enough to see that you don't really hate Britt that much. She's in our bedroom, waiting for her hair barrettes to be returned." I said, gesturing to the pink, sparkly hair décor in his paw.

He froze, looked me over, and handed over the pink barrettes. I accepted the hair accessories and smiled graciously. Alvin looked me straight in the eyes so solemnly I was shocked. He's usually so…silly.

"Jeanette, promise me you won't tell Brittany. I want to make this a surprise and ask her myself. Just to see the look on her face. Please?" Alvin asked me.

I stared back. He was irritable and grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"Jeanette! Listen! I need this one favor!" Alvin was up in my face and I snapped back to attention.

When Alvin let go of my shoulders I shrugged. "Alright. I guess."

Hey everyone! This is Jeanette's third diary! To those who are new to Jeanette's diaries, you don't have to start from the beginning of them to get the gist of the story because they're basically unrelated. BTW, please review and I shall continue. I won't continue 'til I get three reviews, okay? :) -Kittypig