Hello everyone! I am posting my very first Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfic! Yay! It was inspired by my music teacher! Yay! (Shortest beginning-of-story-rant ever!) Enjoy!!!!!!!!!
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Alvin, Simon and Theodore stare at the TV screen, smiling as their favourite show comes on. For once, the rowdy chipmunks aren't messing up the house, although it's in dire need of a good cleaning.
It's late, and way past bedtimes. Theodore rests his head on Simon's shoulder, and tries not to fall asleep, although it's not working out for the youngest chipmunk.
"Simon, when will Dave be home?" Theodore yawns.
"Soon." Simon responds, trying to hide a yawn.
"But you said soon a soon ago." Theodore complains, feeling agitated from lack of sleep.
"Well, it's still soon." Simon says, trying not to snap back at Theodore.
"Will you be quiet? I'm trying to watch!" Alvin complains, as he watches the show, also moody from sleep deprivation.
The front door starts to make a funny sound, and the chipmunks climb to the top of the couch to peer over it. They stare at the front door, wondering if it's Dave, or someone, or something else.
"It's probably Dave." Simon says reassuringly. He begins to lower himself to be back on the cushion, but Alvin grabs the hood of his sweater and pulls him back up.
"I've seen this in a movie once!" Alvin says, looking around, as if he has secret information he's about to share. "They think it's just their dad, but it turn out to be...aliens!!!"
Theodore screams and buries his face into the couch.
"Alvin, you scared him." Simon says, glaring at his brother.
"It's true." Alvin shrugs.
The door opens, revealing none other than Dave. He looks around the kitchen, then to the living room and sighs angrily, knowing all the work he has to do to clean the house. He takes off his jacket and throws it on a chair and storms into the living room, to interrogate the boys.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Dave asks, as he turns off the TV.
"We were watching that!" Alvin says angrily.
"And now you're going to sleep." Dave says, matching Alvin's anger.
"Is something wrong?" Simon chirps in. "You usually sound really happy when you're come back from visiting your mate."
"She is not my mate, and she never will be!" Dave says, still sounding angry.
"Mate problems." Alvin whispers to Simon and Theodore. They nod.
"But mates are supposed to be mates for life." Theodore says. He sighs sadly. "I always want a a mom."
Dave looks a bit less angry, and goes on his knees to face Theodore properly.
"You'll get a mom someday, just not right now, ok?" Dave asks, trying to sound calmer.
Theodore sadly nods in agreement.
"But for now, it's time for bed." Dave glances towards the clock on the wall, and does a triple take, wondering if he saw the actual time, or if Alvin messed up the clock again.
"But we're not sleepy." Alvin yawns.
"We're not?" Theodore asks.
"Nope!" Alvin crosses his arms, and turns his back on everyone.
Simon rolls his eyes and grabs Alvin by his red sweater. "Come on." Simon says as he drags Alvin to his makeshift bed out of an old tangerine box.
"Hey, hey hey!" Alvin yells. "Watch the sweater! It can't iron itself, you know!"
Alvin reluctantly gets into his bed, and he's already half asleep. He pulls his blankets up to his shoulder and nuzzles his head into his pillow.
Theodore is already falling asleep as he climbs into his box, and Simon falls asleep in his box before he can take his glasses off. Dave tucks the little woodland creatures in, and gently pulls Simon's glasses off and puts them aside.
Dave takes one more glance down at the chipmunks, as they hum a new song in their sleep, then heads to his room.
I hope you liked it, and please review! I got the idea from tangerine box beds from my (old) babysitter.