Austin and I looked at each other in shock, and then looked up at Simon. "Well, I'm in. What about you, Austin?" I asked. Austin looked at Simon and smiled. "Lead the way." He said. The Chipmunks led us away from the stage, out of the Convention Center, and to a limo. "First thing's first, guys. You have to become chipmunks." Alvin said. Austin and I were confused. "How can we do that? We're humans." Austin asked. Simon smiled as he reached into the trunk of the limo and pulled out a ray gun of some sort. "This little beauty will painlessly transform into a chipmunk with the styles you envisioned in your fanfictions." He said. Austin and I smiled. "Let 'er rip." We said. Suddenly, we were temporarily blinded by a flash of blue light. When it subsided, I looked at my reflection in the window. My skin was now tan and furry, my blond hair, which was supposed to be short, reached my shoulders, and my clothes were now an emerald green sweater that reached my ankles, jeans and white and red checkered slip-on shoes. Austin's skin was like mine, tan and furry, a tuft of fur like a cowlick protruding from above his forehead. He wore an orange AC/DC t-shirt, a leather jacket, jeans, and orange and white-checkered shoes. "Not bad." Austin said. "So, now what?" I asked. "Now you ride with us to our house. Simon's got the High Score on Mortal Kombat on our PS3." Alvin said. I looked at Simon and smiled. "Not for long, he won't." I said.

On the way to the arcade, the Chipmunks asked us of our pasts. "I...uh...don't want to talk about it." I said. Alvin put his hand on my shoulder. "The origin story of your OC...that really happened, didn't it?" he asked. I nodded. "Same with me." Austin said. "We're sorry. We didn't know." Theodore said. "It's alright. But, how do you know our origin stories?" I asked. "We've been fans of your stories since you started. Noah, I love the way your character is both courageous and caring. Austin, your ideas are just simply genius!" Simon said. "He's got a point there, Austin. You are a genius." I said. "What I'm wondering is how much of your story content is truth?" Theodore asked. "Every word." Austin said. "Well, I never had a girlfriend named Annabeth. But other than that, I've been pretty truthful. Well, I'm not a Green Lantern or a sorcerer either." I said. Austin laughed. "Noah Jagers, you are such a nerd!" he said. "Why, thank you, Austin. I try." I said. We all laughed.

The limo led us to a gated community and then to a 5-story Victorian-style mansion. I whistled. "This place is sa-weet!" I said. "Well, come on up to the gaming loft and play me at MK...unless you're chicken." Simon said. "Dude, he's callin' you out. You gonna take that?" Austin asked. "Simon Seville, you gonna rue the day you challenged me to Mortal Kombat!" I said. "I play winner." Austin said.

I could give you a play-by-play of the action that took place, but I'll keep it short for the sake of the story. Simon chose Sub-Zero, I chose Scorpion, I beat Simon in 20 seconds flat, Austin went next, choosing Freddy Kreuger, and fell to the might of Scorpion about 15 seconds later. "Guess you weren't kidding. You are good." Simon said. Suddenly, we heard Theodore calling us from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready, guys! Come and get it!"

I know how in my fanfics I've said that Theodore was a real good cook. But that's nowhere near the truth. Theodore is a friggin'...amazing...master of the culinary arts! His spaghetti...flawless! His own root beer recipe...amazing! His chocolate-covered funnel cake...food of the angels! I burped, totally content. "Theodore Seville, you are the greatest cook I've ever known." I said. "Agreed, man. That funnel cake was malto bene!" Austin agreed. "So, anyone up for a game of basketball?" Alvin asked. My ears perked up. "Basketball? Count me in!" I said. "Me too, Alvin." Austin said.

Alvin led us to the backyard. Aside from the play castle that was almost as large as the house, there was also a b-ball court. Alvin would go against Austin and I. "Just don't bawl when we beat ya." I said. "We'll see, pal. We'll see." Alvin said. We played long and hard. In the end, the game was tied 47-47. Alvin smiled. "Good game, dudes." He said. "Back atcha." I said.

It was getting dark. Our day with the Chipmunks was over. "Well, thanks for the fun day, dudes. Stay furry. As we'll have to, I guess. But I don't mind. The Orphanage I live in won't mind." I said. "Same here. Well, Noah, see you at the convention next year?" Austin asked, holding out his hand. "Count on it, bud." I said, shaking his hand. But before we opened the door, Simon stopped us. "Hold it, you two. You aren't going anywhere." He said.

"What d'you mean?" Austin asked. "You both need a family. Noah, your fanfics are now going to be one more little bit true. We want you to be our brother. Theodore, Alvin, and I chose you specifically for that reason back when you first wrote on FanFiction. How about it?" Simon asked. I was in shock. But I snapped out of it and smiled. "I'd like that, Simon." I said. "What about me? Why should I stay?" Austin asked. Simon looked at Austin and stepped closer. "Austin, ever since I saw you on DeviantArt, a feeling grew inside me, a feeling I never experienced before." He said. "Are...are you saying what I think you're saying?" Austin asked. Simon grasped Austin's hands. "Austin, would you...like to go out with me?" he asked. Austin turned to me. "You alright with me dating your brother?" he asked. I shrugged. "Who am I to deny true love, Austin? Go for it." I said. As Simon and Austin shared a passionate hug, I looked up to Heaven and thanked God for my new family and my new friend Austin, who I thought would make Simon happy. At least he better.