The fact that Simon was a chipmunk didn't seem to change my attitude towards him at all. In fact, it made me more drawn to him. I don't know why, but it did.

But the fact that he came over and hid behind me surprised me. I didn't know he could have this type of behavior, but I guess some chipmunks had more to them than I thought.

"Call me tonight, Simon," Dave shouted as we were walking away to go to the airport.

"I will," Simon answered, sounding a little hoarse. He climbed up to sit on my shoulder. I guess it made it more comfortable for him.

I suddenly thought of my friends. How would they react if I had a chipmunk for a roommate? They'd think I was crazy, that I was going nuts. I had to think of a way to help him blend in, but what?

Then, it hit me.

"Hey, Si," I said, "do you mind if we take a little detour before we hit the airport?"

I heard him let out a groan. "I guess so."

Something inside me told me something was up. "What's wrong, Simon?"

He just sat there staring at the ground below us.

"Come on, Simon. You can tell me anything."

I saw him turn to me. "Well, I'm worried about my friends, The Chipettes. They'll think I just left them for no reason."

"Now, Simon. Don't say that. Knowing your father, he's probably told them by now."

He smiled a little. "Yeah, you're probably right." He noticed me heading onto one of the beaches. "What are we doing here?"

"There's something I need to get here." I noticed the building with the psychic readings. "Bingo."

I took my purse and opened it up. "Hide in here. I have to do this alone, but I can't just leave you out there."

He agreed, jumping into my purse as I walked.

One of the fortune tellers was sitting at the table. "You came for a fortune, I see."

I nodded. "No, I actually came for that book and necklace package I ordered."

She grinned. "Ah, you must be Allycia." She grabbed a small brown box. "Here."

"Thank you."

Turning around, I left and let Simon out of my purse and onto my shoulder.

About fifteen minutes later, the two of us were sitting in the first class section of the plane back to Boston. We were the only two people in first class, so my next important conversation with Simon would be much easier to carry out.

I took out the two necklaces and placed one onto a page into the book. "Now," I whispered, "all I need to do is recite this and it should work."

I placed the necklace to my chest and began to recite:

"Whatever powers lie in my heart
will give another a chance to start,
another life that his heart began
May my life be in his hands."

Placing that necklace aside, I grabbed the other and recited:

"Opposites attract, same repels.
My first life's controlled by spells.
I want the chance to start again.
May both my lives have no end."

The first necklace I had I gave to Simon, who was sitting on the other side of the aisle.

"You didn't see that, did you?"

He looked confused. "Didn't see what?"

I smiled. "Never mind. I want to see if this necklace works. Can you hold this one for a second?"

"Sure."

Handing him one of the necklaces, I put the other around my neck. I didn't feel any different until my body forced me to sit down. Only then did I notice a change.

I lifted my hand up to see if it worked.

My hands were now little paws of fury.

"Yes, it worked!"

Simon just looked at me with an amazed face. "God, you're hot."

I laughed. "Simon, I can't be that cute."

He took out my phone to have me see my reflection in the screen.

"Wow, I guess I am hot... Okay, I'm done playing around." I took off the necklace and turned back into my original self.

I smiled at him. "Your turn. Just use the necklace I gave you."

He didn't seem to get it at first, so I went around and put it on for him. I sat down for a second taking my phone and putting it back in my purse.

I looked back over only to see the result of the tranformation... and it was perfect.

"God, you're hot."

I handed him my cell phone for him to take a look.

He smiled. "I look better than I thought I was going to."

Smiling, I said, "Maybe you should have that necklace on more often."

Getting closer to me, he replied, "Maybe I should..."

We were interrupted when the flight attendant asked us, "Do you two need anything?"

I yawned. "Maybe some information on how to make these seats beds."

The attendant laughed. "I thought you might. Get up and I should be done in a second."

Simon pulled me up out of the seat and we got out of the attendant's way. In thirty seconds, the seats were made into beds.

"Enjoy, you two."

As we watched the attendant walk away, I turned back to Simon.

"I call window bed!" he shouted.

"In your dreams!" I added.

The both of us dove for the bed, and Simon ended up on top of me. (Remember, he's still in his human form, so you can just imagine the possibilities of where this could lead.)

I smiled awkwardly. "This is a little weird for me."

He had the same look on his face. "Yeah. Same here..." His face changed. "...I'd better roll over."

Sliding off of me and onto the next seat, he told me, "You know, I could probably get used to this."

I turned over to face him. "So could I, but I can't. I have to stay in Boston. My friends need me."

"Not mine."

"Simon, don't say that. Your brothers care about you... well... at least Theodore does. Let's put it that way. And so do Dave and the Chipettes."

"You're forgetting Alvin."

"Listen, Simon. You don't need to worry about him. At least you're not alone right now."

He sighed. "You're right. I guess I just need some sleep."

"Yeah, so do I." I turned over, facing the window. "Good night, Simon."

"Good night."

I knew Simon would be worried about Alvin, but for right now, he only has me. I have to be a good friend to him and help him out for a little while.

He'll be fine, I thought as I went to sleep. He's in good hands.