*A/N: Here, have a chapter to show my thanks for all the support!*


"I really shouldn't be here." Jeanette reiterated as the two of them took a stroll at the mall. "Simon has a project due next week and I really should be back in his lab helping him."

"You're a terrible liar, Jeanette." Alvin said as his eyes ran from shop to shop, searching for the one with clothes that suit her style.

"What?" She gulped. What she said wasn't exactly a lie—Simon does in fact have a project due, but he really didn't need her help at all. He was Simon, for crying out loud. He could build a hyper drone all by himself in the span of a few days if he wanted to.

"Simon has a project yes," Alvin nodded but he can see right through her. "You don't. You're only there so you can spend time with him."

Jeanette was speechless. Her mouth gaped open, searching for the right words but nothing came out. Alvin simply gave her that sly smile he always gives, and continued eyeing each store they passed by.

"Relax Jeanette," He gave her a pat on the back to comfort her. "It's true that you make the funniest excuses but guess what?" She looked up at him. "When I'm done with you, all the guys will come rushing to you so you won't need my dork of a brother anymore."

She bit her lip and gave him a coy smile.

'But I don't need anyone else.' She thought. 'I have Simon.'

"But Alvin," She protested. "What other people think doesn't matter to me plus external beauty is only temporary anyway." She smiled.

"Not according to Brittany it's not." They both giggled at his remark.

On the inside however, he was taken aback by how mature she was acting compared to her older sister. 'Why can't Brittany be more like Jeanette?' He thought.

"Besides, I want people to like me for who I am," She stopped and stood, feet firmly planted on the ground. Alvin, too, stopped walking and patiently waited for what she had to say. "And not just because I'm pretty."

"Why not have both?" He took a step towards her. "You're already nice and sweet on the inside so we only need to work on the outside. And you're really lucky cause I don't think it needs much work," He gave her an honest smile. "Unlike Brittany who could really use some help with both."

They burst into hysterics, high-fiving each other. Jeanette wiped a tear off her eye before teasing him. "Why are you so mean to the girl you like?"

"Who says I like her?" Alvin immediately frowned and they both continued walking. "I can give you a million reasons why I would never like someone like her. First of all she's mean to me, to you, to Eleanor, to Simon, okay maybe Simon does deserve all her mean-ness, but the point is, she's mean to everyone! Second, she's also..."

Jeanette laughed to herself knowing she triggered him. She closed her ears and instead let her eyes get lost in the surroundings. Knowing Alvin, there was no chance he was going to stop talking anytime soon. Not until he proved his point.

And she was right.


"But I have no idea how fashion works." She admitted. She wandered around the shop Alvin chose, running her hands through various racks where the latest chic outfits hung.

"Not to worry," He placed his hands on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. "That's what I'm here for."

"Oh, okay." Jeanette sighed. Unlike her sisters, she never got any excitement out of clothes shopping. She preferred browsing the bookstore in search of a new book to read, a new world to explore.

Walking side by side, Alvin noticed her unenthusiasm. He turned to face her and spoke, "Cheer up Jeanette. I promise I'll make this fun." They exchange smiles, not trying to be rude to one another.


"I'll take this skirt," Alvin said as he threw a purple miniskirt in Jeanette's direction, who rushed to pick it up from the floor. "And this sweater, and this scarf, and these pants, and these gloves, and..."

Alvin alternated between each rack, taking every piece of clothing that interested him, and threw them at Jeanette. She struggled to find her balance as she watched a mountain pile up in her arms.

"Ok that should be everything that we—" Alvin cut himself at the sight of a wobbling Jeanette. He gasped before hurrying to the dressing room to hold the curtain open for her. "Here you go, Jeanette."

She rolled her eyes as she limped towards one of the stalls. Alvin scooped up half of the pile and threw them to the corner. He sprinted back to the shelves one more time, leaving Jeanette by herself.

Once out of sight, Jeanette gently placed the second pile next to the first. She breathed a sigh of relief and gazed at her own reflection in the mirror.

'But I'm pretty happy with the way I look.'

She watched intently until she noticed a small figure walking towards her in the depths of the mirror. She narrowed her eyes at it before realising it was just Alvin—nothing to worry about.

Except, he was wearing a pair of blue glasses with a stick-on moustache hanging below his nose. He waved his crooked wand and spoke in a low raspy voice, "Look at me, I am Lord Simonmort. I am a pathetic old hag who thinks he's really smart and powerful but really he can't even beat little Alvin even after trying a million times." He mocked.

Jeanette couldn't resist letting out a giggle, which was more than enough to fuel Alvin some more. He stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes, making himself look as stupid as he can.

"Stop being so mean to Simon." She teased.

"Aw come on," He sneered. "Have a little more sense of humour." He sat on a stool beside the dressing room and pressed his back against the wall. Jeanette stepped inside and carefully swung the curtain close.


"What about this one?" Jeanette asked in a shy tone as she took a few small steps towards Alvin. She wore a baggy cream sweater with a wine-coloured mini skirt which hung several inches above her knee. Her black semi-transparent stockings matched her dark gray high-cut sneakers perfectly.

"Woah, Jeanette!" Alvin jumped out of his seat, stunned by how beautiful she looked, his mouth hanging wide open in amazement. "Now I know why Simon likes you so much." He teased, giving her a devious smile as he paced himself slowly in a circular motion around her. He couldn't help but think just how nice and pretty she looks when she's all dressed up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked innocently.

"Oh, nothing." He whistled, hand in his pockets.

Jeanette shrugged and went back inside to change. Alvin leaned his forehead on his arm which was pressing against the wall beside the curtain.

"So Jeanette," He called out from the other side. "Did you know that Simon talks while in his sleep?"

"Yeah," She yelled. "I found out when I was trying to build the garden for the school remember?" She removed her sneakers and put on some black high heels.

"Yep I remember." He nodded. "Anyway, this one time he was talking about you in his sleep."

"Oh really?" She pulled her ear closer to the curtain, eagerly waiting for what he had to tell.

"Yes. He was going on about how he was going to save you from the evil Alvin beast that captured you and kept you locked in a tower." Jeanette giggled at his response. Alvin heard her and pouted even though he knew she couldn't see him. "Hey, it's not funny! I am not the bad guy here, okay? Do I need to remind you of that time I brought your CD to the post office on time?"

"Hold that thought, Alvin. I-I need a little…" Jeanette wobbled as she forced herself to stand up. She has never worn any type of heels before, and the task was proving quite difficult for her. She took a few small steps, desperately clinging onto the wall hangers for assistance.

"You even called me 'your hero' remember?" He stood right in front of the curtain, completely ignoring her qualms for help. He was adamant on proving his point—that being, he was in fact, a hero, and not a bad guy—so he wanted to make sure she could hear him perfectly.

"I guess so," Jeanette took another step, this time unsuccessful in her attempt. She lost all her sense of balance and fell backwards. "Woah!"

The curtain swung open on impact, but Alvin's quick reflexes meant that Jeanette landed on the palm of his hands, gently breaking her fall. They stared into each others' eyes for a second before Alvin broke the silence.

"See?" He smiled. "Hero, not bad guy."

"Okay, okay, I get it." She giggled. "You're the hero."

Little did they know that from a distance, a pair of eyes was watching them with affection.

"Awww," The cashier squealed from over the counter, hands curled on her chest. "Such a cute couple you two are!"

Their eyes widened as they exchanged worried glances before Alvin helped Jeanette up on her feet.

"Watch where you're going next time."

"I will."

He winked at her before turning to face the cashier. "Yeah so we're only buying whatever she's wearing right now, so you can put the others back to where they belong." He pointed at the pile of tried-on clothes laying on the floor. "Well? What are you waiting for? These clothes aren't gonna hang themselves!" He folded his arms and started tapping his foot, anxiously waiting for her to start doing her job.

"We're not getting the heels, though." He whispered to Jeanette. "I wouldn't want you tripping all over yourself in front of Simon cause he won't be there to catch you like I did just now."

"Hey," She gave him a playful push. "Simon's not as bad as you think he is."

"Are you kidding me?" He snorted. "He couldn't even save you from Zoe!"

"No, he came back and then saved me."

"Actually Jeanette," He put his hands on his hips and gave her a sly smile. "I saved you. I was the one who chewed that rope. All Simon did was fall stupidly and hug you and go, 'Oh no my precious Jeanette', while me, the hero, was busy trying to save everyone! And do I get any credit for it? Nope!"

"Fine," Jeanette chuckled at Alvin's pettiness. "If it makes you any happier, I personally thank you for saving our lives."

"You're welcome." He said with a smug tone. "That's all I wanted to hear."

"But to be fair, you were the reason we were stuck in that island in the first place."

"Aww, come on!"


*A/N: Okay, I might put all my other stories on hold until I finish this one. I'm just having way too much fun writing this I can't stop.*