Author's Note: Hi everyone! I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks or the Chipettes. Here's chapter two! Don't forget to comment!

The entire Seville household was buzzing with activity. Theodore was walking back and forth between his room and the bathroom, carrying a different set of clothes with him each time. Alvin was running around like a maniac tossing around anything and everything in search for his special red cap. Simon was in his bedroom sitting by his desk. His books were spread all over the desk as he attempted to finish his calculus homework. However, with all the noise Alvin and Theodore were making, he couldn't concentrate at all.

Ugh, I can't even hear myself think, he thought.

As Simon let out a huge sigh, he looked out his bedroom doorway to see Theodore, for the tenth time, pass by with yet another pile of clothes. Simon turned back to his work as he rolled his eyes.

Theodore is making too much of a big deal out of Cathy's party, he thought. Sure it's the first time being invited to one of her parties but still…

Simon began copying down his last math problem.

"WHERE IS IT?!" Alvin screamed to the top of his lungs.

Alvin's outburst caused Simon to accidentally scribble over the problem he was writing down. He let out a low growl.

"Alvin," he mumbled angrily, as he began to erase the scribble.

Suddenly, Simon heard heavy breathing coming from his doorway. He turned and saw Alvin hunched over in a crouch, trying to slow down his breathing. After one more slow breath, Alvin looked up and slowly stood up straight. He was wearing dark blue jeans, tennis shoes, a red t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. His hair was spiked by a large amount of hair gel.

"What do you want, Alvin?" Simon asked as he glared at his older brother.

"Do you know where my cap is?" Alvin asked.

"No I don't," Simon hissed. "Now, will you please leave me alone, so I can finish my homework."

"Oh, well, PARDON me, Mister I'm Smarter Than Everybody Else," Alvin hissed back. "Some of us actually have lives unlike you."

"My life is better spent doing things that matter," Simon shouted.

"Oh, give me a break, Simon," Alvin said, "I think you're just jealous."

"Excuse me?!" Simon angrily questioned.

At the moment, Theodore appeared in the doorway.

"Who's jealous?" he asked curiously.

"Simon," Alvin answered. "He's jealous because we have lives, and he doesn't. I mean why else wouldn't he get invited to Cathy Martin's 'Back to School' party?"

"For your information, Alvin," Simon yelled. "I wouldn't go even if I was invited. Parties, especially ones thrown by Cathy Martin, only make people who weren't invited feel worst about themselves. I would never take part in something that horrible."

"Oh, stop being so dramatic, Simon," Alvin said.

"I only speak the truth," Simon replied.

"Whatever," Alvin said, as he moved out of the doorway. "I'll just go without my cap. I'll be down stairs."

Alvin made his way down the hallway, stomping his feet as he went down the stairs. Simon sighed in frustration as he turned back to his homework. Once his last problem was completed, he looked back at his doorway, and noticed Theodore was still standing there. His face was forlorn.

"What's the matter Theodore?" Simon asked.

Theodore let out a sigh and slowly walked into Simon's bedroom. All he could do at the time was look at his feet, and Simon took the time to see what he finally decided to wear: blue jeans, white tennis shoes, a green polo shirt, and a jean jacket. Then, Theodore looked up at his older brother and brushed his hand through his neatly combed hair and took in a small breath.

"Simon," he spoke silently. "I feel guilty."

Simon stared at his brother in confusion.

"What do you mean?" he inquired.

"Well," Theodore explained. "It's just that I feel terrible that you weren't invited, and you don't deserve to be all by yourself. I mean, really want to go to the party." Theodore hesitated for a moment, then said. "Does that make me a bad person?"

Simon looked at his little brother's gloomy face for a few moments.

Theodore was always the more caring one, he thought. I better explain myself to him.

Simon got up from his desk chair and walked over to Theodore. He placed his arm around his brother's shoulders.

"Theo, you are definitely not a bad person," Simon said sincerely. "You have no reason to feel guilty. I honestly and truly don't care about the party. I have better things to do with my time, and you shouldn't let the thought of me being alone ruin your good time."

Theodore's face brightened slightly.

"You really mean that, Simon?" he asked.

Simon gave him a warm smile.

"Yes, Theodore, I really do," he said.

Theodore returned his smile as he wrapped his arms around his brother's waist to give him a hug.

"Thanks," he said cheerfully. "I feel better now."

As the two brothers broke their hug, the doorbell rang.

"That must be them," Theodore said, as he straightened his shirt.

The sound of the front door opening could be heard.

"Theo, let's go! The girls are here!" Alvin called from the bottom of the steps.

"Coming!" Theodore shouted.

As he made his way to the doorway, Theodore stopped and turned to face Simon again.

"Do you think Eleanor will like my outfit?" Theodore asked.

Simon gave a little chuckle. "I think she'll like anything you wear, Theodore," he said honestly. "You look great."

"Thanks, bro," Theodore said with a smile. "Well, I guess we're leaving now."

"Alright," Simon said. "Have a great time, and keep Alvin out of trouble."

"Okay, I will. Bye," Theodore said, as he moved out of Simon's doorway.

Simon listened closely as Theodore's footsteps began to fade. He heard Alvin say something to his brother, but he couldn't make out the words. Then, the front door slammed, and Simon let out a sigh of relief. He began collecting the books and papers on his desk and then stacked them neatly on the corner of the desk.

Once the materials were taken care of, he walked over to his back pack and pulled out a copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, which his English class was currently reading. Having picked up his book, he walked over to his bed and laid down on his back, while he began to read where he left off. However, after reading a few pages, he couldn't focus. He placed the book beside him on the bed, laid back and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, Simon was dreaming.

At first, there was only darkness. Simon couldn't tell where he was or how he even got there. As he continued to look around, many images passed like a speeding train before his eyes. Then, one image came to him, but it didn't pass like the others. It was far away, and he couldn't see it very well. Simon began moving towards the image, and as he got closer, the image became clear. He was only a few steps away when he saw a pair of emerald green eyes staring back at him. It was his beautiful girlfriend Jeanette, and to his surprise, she was wearing the same royal purple dress she wore for their first anniversary. She flashed Simon a secretive grin as she walked over to him. She placed her arms around his shoulders and gave him a long, passionate kiss. This kiss was different, much fiercer than what Simon was used to, but he returned the kiss with the same amount of passion and fierceness. When Jeanette pulled away, she whispered in his ear.

"I have a surprise for you," she whispered.

Then she started walking away from Simon. She only took four steps before turning back to face him. She looked into his eyes and began moving her hips slowly from side to side. She then made a slow turn so her back was facing Simon. Her left hand traveled up and down her right arm, gently grazing her skin with her fingertips. She turned her head and grinned at Simon, winking before turning her head back away from him. Once her hand reached the strap of the dress, she slipped it off.

Simon could feel his breathing become uneven as he watched Jeanette do this. Then, Jeanette did the same thing with her other arm and strap. She slipped her arms completely out of the straps and adjusted the dress slightly. Simon knew what she was about to do. He tried to speak but couldn't find his voice. He was under Jeanette's spell as her hand reached her zipper. She pulled the zipper down slowly, and once she ran out of zipper, she let the dress fall to the ground revealing purple bikini panties and a purple strapless bra.

Simon's jaw dropped once the dress touched the floor. He had never seen Jeanette in her lingerie, and at that moment, his whole body became overheated. Sweat began to drip from his forehead as he took in her appearance, her slender legs, perfect curves, glimmering emerald eyes, and soft brown hair. Jeanette began moving her hips again, this time more seductively. She brought her hands from her hips and traced them up and down her stomach. Her hands moved away from her stomach and slowly moved over her breasts. She left her hands there for a moment before moving back down to her stomach, licking her lips as she did this.

Simon could feel his breathing stop as he continued to watch Jeanette. Everything she did made his body heat up more, and he felt himself being aroused as she touched herself sensually. Then Jeanette let her hands fall back to her sides as she started walking towards Simon. More sweat poured down his face as she got closer to him. Once she was close enough, she placed her hands on his vest and slowly brought them down to his pant line. She began untucking his top shirt and undershirt, and Simon's body felt completely on fire as she did so. Once both shirts were untucked, she put her hands underneath to explore his well muscled chest.

"I love you, Simon," she said as her hands continued exploring his body.

Then, she leaned in, placed her lips sternly on top of his, and pushed him back towards the darkness.

Simon woke up abruptly. His breathing was hard, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He sat up straight and noticed that his usually made bed was now messy as if he forgot to make it that morning.

Not again, he thought, that's the tenth time this month.

For the past few months, Simon has been having sexual dreams about Jeanette. They may have been different in scenario, but it was always that same dream every time. He couldn't understand why these dreams kept coming to him, but every time he had it, he wanted to see Jeanette.

Normally, he wouldn't be able to see her, because it was usually around midnight when he awoke from the dream. Tonight, however, he knew Jeanette would be home, since she wasn't invited to the party either. At that moment, Simon was glad that Dave was out of town on business and his siblings were out with their girlfriends.

Simon jumped out of bed and looked at himself in his full body mirror. His vest and undershirt were also disorderly after his dream. After straightening them, he grabbed his house keys from his desk, and made his way down the hallway. He stopped when he reached Alvin's room.

Should I? he thought.

Simon glanced at the door for only a minute before walking inside. He knew exactly what he was looking for as he made his way towards Alvin's desk. He opened the bottom drawer, took out a package, and took out two items from the package. He held them in his hand, staring at them for a moment.

I'm sure I won't need these, he thought, but just in case, I'll take them.

After placing the items in his pocket, Simon made his way out of Alvin's room. He practically ran down the stairs and out the door. Once he made sure the door was locked, he made his way down his driveway and onto the sidewalk. He began to jog as the Miller's house came into view, but instead of jogging to the front door, Simon went to the backyard. He looked up and noticed that Jeanette's balcony doors were still open. He smiled as he walked through the backyard and towards her balcony.

Wow that was long!! The longest chapter I've ever written! Well, what did you think?! Leave comments!