Seville Seven Plus
About This Story: Following an accident, some news surfaces that is destined to change things for the entire Seville family. The chipmunk siblings deal with this new information and try to process things. Warning: some chapters contain more adult themes than others. Age-wise they are 15. I don't own any part of the Chipmunk franchise, just borrowing them from Nickelodeon, Janice Karman, & Ross Bagdasarian, their family, & their company.
About This Chapter: Rated PG-13, mentions of underage (teen) drinking, hangovers, and some insinuating of underage (teen) sensual/sexual activity.
Pairings: Theodore/Eleanor, Alvin/Brittany
2. Clueless In California
"Ohhh..." Eleanor groaned as she woke up. "Where am I?"
"What happened?" She heard Theodore mutter behind her. It sounded as if he were just waking up, and he sounded as clueless as she felt.
She noticed she was lying down on her left side on the couch in the Seville living room, her head was pillowed on one of the throw pillows near the arm of the couch. Theodore was facing the same direction, only he was lying behind her, almost as though he had been spooning her last night. He was sharing the same pillow. A small afghan was covering both of them.
"Why does my head hurt?" Theodore asked.
"My head hurts, too." Eleanor groaned. She slowly sat up and looked around them. There were several empty beer cans and some open bags of chips and other snacks scattered on the coffee table. "I think we are hungover." She gasped and started feeling her shoulders and chest area. "Oh my gosh! Did I take off my bra? I'm still obviously wearing my shirt from yesterday, but I don't know what happened to my bra."
Theodore pushed the afghan off of them and started inspecting the waistline of his pants. He felt something tucked into the right side of his pants and pulled it out. "Uh, you mean this?" He held it out to Eleanor.
She chuckled, "Nope, sorry, that's not mine." She smiled as she accepted it. "Well, that's one question answered. But I still have other questions."
"Yeah, me too." Theodore chuckled. "I also noticed that my pants are unzipped, and I think I slept in my tank top, since my hoodie shirt is over here." He seemed to pull it out from under the pillow. "I think we tried to unwind last night by watching some game or movie on TV, and we binge-snacked and binge-drank."
"Huh?" Eleanor wondered. "'Unwind' from what? And if we watched TV last night, why is it off now?"
Theo thought for a moment. "I'm not sure... Maybe Simon turned it off sometime while we were asleep. And maybe we were celebrating that Brittany is OK from her accident, or - wait - maybe we were 'unwinding' after finding out that she and Alvin are expecting a baby. I still can't believe I'm gonna be an uncle, and you're gonna be an aunt!"
"Oh yeah...speaking of babies... Theo, I can't believe I'm asking this, but..." Eleanor looked up at him. "Did we sleep together while we were drunk?"
"Are you asking just because your bra was tucked into my pants? Which were unzipped?" Theodore shrugged. "If I fall asleep in my jeans, like taking a nap after a big meal or something, I always unbutton and unzip my pants. I am still wearing underwear. What about you? Or is that question too personal for this level of our relationship?"
"Oh, I've still got the bottom half of my underwear on." Eleanor's eyes went big. She added sarcastically, "Wanna see?"
Theodore laughed. "Yeah, but I can wait." He sighed. "Oh, I always hoped to be a gentleman with you. I didn't mean to come onto you while drunk, or get you pregnant yet. I mean, we're only fifteen. I know Alvin and Brittany are getting ready to be parents, but I'm not ready for that yet. I'm barely ready to be an uncle!"
"You'll be an awesome uncle, Theo!" Eleanor patted his left shoulder. She sighed, "But yeah, I hear you that I'm barely ready to be an aunt, and I'm definitely not ready to be a mom at fifteen, like Brittany - not that I'm judging her or Alvin for this. I'm still just reeling from hearing we have a baby humanoid chipmunk on the way! And I'm hoping to wait until marriage before...you know."
Theodore chuckled. "Yeah, me too. And I hope while we were drunk last night, we didn't overstep those boundaries and...you know, put a bun in the oven before preheating it." He paused while they shared a laugh. "But the 'sober-me' still hopes I didn't come onto you in an un-gentlemanly manner. I mean, you're my best friend as well as my girlfriend, Ellie-Belle."
Eleanor chuckled hearing him use her childhood nickname. "I'm sure even drunk, you were a perfect gentleman with me, T-Bear." She ruffled his hair, which was already messed up. "How do you know I didn't come onto you?" She gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
He laughed and added sarcastically, "Oh, that makes me feel so violated!" He slid to the floor and into a standing position. He blinked and stumbled with vertigo, steadying himself against the couch with his left hand, while using his right hand to hold his throbbing forehead. "Oh, and now I feel really dizzy, and nauseated... What about you, Ellie?"
She slid to the floor to stand, steadying herself against the couch with her right hand. Her left hand rested on Theodore's right shoulder. "Ugh... I feel nasty, too...kinda dizzy, my head hurts, and I'm nauseated. And no offense, Theo, but I'm not sure if I'm either smelling beer on your breath, or tasting the aftertaste of it on mine."
"Do you think we should tell someone, or ask for help?" Theodore wondered aloud. "I think Dave is still at the hospital with Brittany and Alvin. Simon is upstairs, and I know he's up because my head throbs every time he takes a step with his big elephant feet. I'm not sure how understanding he would be when he learns we're hungover. What about Jeanette? Is she in the Treehouse? She's always been very understanding and empathetic, without being judgmental."
"Yeah, I vote we go ask Jeanette." Eleanor nodded, then cringed from the headache it gave her.
"Me too. Let's go." Theodore took her hand, and they walked each other out the front door, with an arm around each other.
Once outside, Eleanor covered her eyes. "Oh man, so bright!"
"I hear ya!" Theodore tried to steady and guide her with his left hand, while shielding the sun off them with his right hand.
As soon as they reached the edge of the house, Eleanor leaned her hands on her knees and heaved. "Ohhh... I don't feel so good..." She then vomited into the flower bed.
Seeing her vomit made Theodore vomit as well. After about five minutes, he stood up and looked at his friend. "I think that's all there was in the tank for me. At least this is good for the flowers."
Eleanor stood up and looked over at him. "Yeah, but I don't want to go through this every day just to make the flowers happy. Do you think we can make it up the stairs to the Treehouse?"
"I think so..." Theodore looked at the spiral staircase leading up to the Treehouse. "Oh, no...as if I wasn't dizzy enough."
Eleanor started climbing the stairs on all fours. "Here, if we stay in the middle of the staircase, and just take it one stair at a time, it's more doable."
"OK, Eleanor." He followed at nearly a stair below her. "You're right, this way isn't as bad. And for what it's worth, it's a little less humiliating to go through this kind of thing together."
"Totally..." Eleanor sighed. "Ugh, this wouldn't be a bad morning workout if I weren't so weak and shaky from barfing."
"Me too." Theodore groaned. "Is it just me, or did this staircase get longer overnight? Seriously, I don't remember it being this long!"
Eleanor laughed. "Don't worry, we're almost there." As she reached the top, she and Theodore crawled to the front door, where they finally helped each other stand up. "Jeanette? Are you here?" She rattled the doorknob of one of the double-doors.
The door seemed to open from the inside. "Ellie? There you are!" It was Jeanette in her satiny purple paisley kimono-style bathrobe and fuzzy purple house shoes. Her hair was twisted into a sloppy Demi-French-twist. "I was wondering if you were gonna come in last night, or if you were staying overnight with Simon and Theodore."
Eleanor collapsed into a hug at her sister's waist. "Oh, Jeanette, I'm sorry I made you worry about me." She started crying a little, but she was so dehydrated that it was more like dry-heaving at this point.
"It's OK, Eleanor..." Jeanette used her right hand to stroke the back of her little sister's hair, as Eleanor tried to catch her breath while leaning her head against Jeanette's shoulder. Jeanette also looked up and noticed Theodore leaning against the doorpost. "Are you OK, Theodore? You guys seem like you've had a rougher morning than usual." She extended her left arm out to pull him into the hug as well.
Theodore took her up on her offer as he joined Eleanor in sandwich-hugging Jeanette. "Thank you so much for being so understanding, Jeanette. Sorry if we don't smell too nice right now, but we both just threw up in the flower bed on the way here."
"We fell asleep on the couch watching TV." Eleanor explained. "We also binged on some junk-food and we split one of Dave's six-packs. Right now we are in hangover hell. We're really sorry, Jeanette, we won't ever do this again!"
"Oh, you poor things!" Jeanette hugged them both. "I thought you guys reeked of beer, no offense. Come on in, and I'll get you guys some water, and some cereal. I'll also let you rest. You can also clean up in the bathroom, where I'm sure we still have some mouthwash, that is, if you don't want to share a toothbrush." She rubbed their backs, then shot a questioning glance at her sister. "Uh, Ellie, did you take off your bra?"
"It's in my pocket right now." She shrugged. "When we woke up, it was tucked into Theo's pants, so I don't know if I took it off by myself, or if he helped me. We'll be happy to tell you the rest of the story over breakfast." She headed off to the bathroom with Theodore in tow. "Right now, we really wanna wash this vomit-and-beer taste out of our mouths."
"Yeah!" Theodore called back to Jeanette as he followed Eleanor to the bathroom sink to find the mouthwash.
"OK, I understand." Jeanette called after them as she headed back to the kitchen. "I'll just get some glasses of water and juice out for you, and find some cereal and milk or something to eat. You guys are gonna be OK!"
A/N: They shared a toothbrush in the last chapter of one of my other fanfics, "The Missed Adventure".
