Alvin And The Chipmunks
The Threequel
Get 'Em Girls
Author's Note-I had a crack out of one of the reviews you guys sent me. It was hilarious, but undeniably true. Alvin kinda does act like a wimp LOL. Okay, I'll answer to your request,Daddy'sGirl123. I hope you like chapter four of Get 'Em Girls!
Chapter Four
'Festering Glitter Pt 1'
The Hotel 5:50pm, Saturday evening
Eleanor frowned into the mirror at the wall, not approving of the way she looked. "Teddy?" She called gently.
Theodore turned towards her and lifted an eyebrow with curiosity. "Yes, sweetie?" He answered.
Eleanor scowled once more at her reflection and turned to him, distending out her backside as she did so. "Does this dress make my butt look big?" She asked.
Theodore looked at her as if she'd grown another head. "Oh, Ellie!" He exclaimed dubiously. He straightened his tuxedo vest and approached her, wrapping her up in a warm embrace. "You are not fat." He said truthfully. "Far from it."
Eleanor smiled, feeling so much more confident. "Thank you, Teddy." She kissed him and pulled away, turning back towards the mirror to fix her makeup. Theodore smiled and went back to his outfit.
Eleanor sucked in her stomach, pinching the excess folds of fat that spilled from her waist. Why am I damned with this disgusting figure? She thought to herself, as she screwed her face up into a sickened, sulking frown. She glanced over towards Theodore and sighed. Oh well...She considered the fact that she could never compete with those celebrities weighing only a mere eighty pounds.
"Ellie?" The chipette was suddenly snapped out of her negative thoughts. She whirled around to find Theodore staring at her, his face seemingly concerned. "Do you have something on your mind that you want to talk about?" He asked gently.
Eleanor sighed and slowly nodded her head. "...Yeah." She said quietly, as she slumped down onto the edge of their bed, the mattress almost caving in on her as she did so. "I feel overweight. I want to stop tipping the scales whenever I weigh myself. I want to feel positive with my body for once. II want to feel...pretty."
Theodore gazed at Eleanor solemnly, as he approached her once again. "Oh, sweetheart." He took a seat beside her and caressed the hand that was placed at her lap, and brought it to his lips. He kissed it and smiled down at her. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Don't put yourself down like that."
Eleanor felt her heart melt. "Oh Theodore," she smiled. "I love you so much!" The chipette leaned over and settled into his arms, hugging him around the waist.
Theodore stroked her back and sighed contentedly. "I love you too, gorgeous."
Eleanor looked up at him and frowned. "I'm not gorgeous, though." She said flatly.
Theodore sighed. "Babe, you haven't seen fat until you've seen me, I'm telling you." He said, standing up and walking towards the mirror. Eleanor sat up and eyed him, as he stuck out his stomach and gave her a funny look. "See? I look like Homer Simpson!"
Eleanor shook her head and picked herself up, before taking his tie and beginning to adjust it. "No you don't." She said firmly. "You look like you. Sweet, intelligent, and a perfect person. A lovable man, with such heart."
"Aw, Ellie." Theodore crooned, as he reached down and gently stroked her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her. "You are a beautiful person." He said, pulling his lips away from hers as he spoke. "So bright and charming, and I love you so much more than you would believe."
The two sat there in silence for a moment, until Theodore glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening once he noticed the time. "Holey Moley!" He exclaimed, as he took Eleanor's hand and motioned her towards the door. "We better get going before Alvin and Brittany lash at us again." Eleanor laughed, as they exited their en suite.
Simon and Jeanette were waiting patiently by the kitchen wall, gazing over at each other adoringly. They both looked stunning. Eleanor called out to them. "Hey you two." She said happily, as she and Theodore entered the kitchen to join them.
Jeanette gave a smile and hugged Simon's arm lovingly. "Hello Ellie." She then turned towards Theodore with a small smile. "Theodore." She greeted formally.
Simon spoke up. "Where abouts is Alvin and Brittany?" He asked, looking about the room.
Theodore shook his shoulders and Eleanor glanced over at Jeanette, who shook her head in response. "I haven't seen the two of them since last night." Jeanette explained. "Brittany seemed a little...tense when she got back from the mall, didn't she?"
"Yeah, she did." Theodore chipped in. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I wonder what happened."
Simon rolled his eyes. "Who knows what happened, Theodore." He replied wryly. "Its Brittany here we're talkin about here."
Jeanette gave her counterpart a tiny frown, before turning back towards Theodore and Eleanor. "Don't worry guys." She said gently. "I'm sure Brittany will lighten up tonight, since she has been dreaming of this night all year." The two youngest chipmunks nodded sincerely, before there was the soft click of an opening door.
Alvin entered the living room, in sight of the kitchen, and led Brittany out, linking arms with her as they approached the rest of the group. Eleanor and Jeanette smiled in approval at their sister's new dress. "I love the outfit, Brit." Eleanor said cheerfully.
Brittany looked up and smiled at her youngest sister. "Thanks, Elle." She replied. She turned towards Alvin and pecked him on the cheek, in which he grinned at.
Theodore draped his arm across Eleanor's shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. "So, are we all set to go?" He asked.
Alvin wrapped an arm around Brittany's waist and nodded, still having that smitten look wiped across his face. "I'm game." He smiled down at his counterpart for a response. Brittany giggled and nodded. "Me too."
Simon gave him and Jeanette a thumbs up. Alvin grinned and made a rush to the door, with Brittany at his side. "Then let's get this party started, right!"
The Emmy Awards, 6:30pm
(Theme song-PussyCat Dolls-When I grow up)
As the white Limousine pulled up in front of the red carpet, crowds of screaming fans could be heard, which made Brittany feel a unusual cloud of self consciousness begin to sweep over her. I'm so going to be pissed if this new group of prissy little bitches cut us out of the business!
She bit down on her lip as she stepped out of the limousine, with Alvin taking her hand in assistance. She admired her counterpart's help over the last few days. He was becoming such a gentleman, but with a slight hint of his smartass attitude here and there. But it didn't seem to worry her. After all, it was Alvin Seville.
Brittany could feel his hand envelope around hers with a gentle squeeze, as them and their siblings headed down the red carpet, humbly accepting snap shots and a sign of autographs. Alvin leant over and whispered into her ear. "Are you feeling alright, sweetie?" He asked, sounding a little concerned. "Do you want me to tell those guy fans where to stick their shots?"
Brittany chuckled lightly, but shook her head. "No, its okay, babe." She said. "I'm fine."
By the look on Alvin's face indicated that he was not buying it. His grip around Brittany's hand tightened slightly, as he spoke. "Well, what about the Femunks? And that, and that challenge? Do you really think they're gonna compete against us?" He asked.
Brittany sighed. "Honestly, I don't know." She said. "But we're gonna win, there is no doubt about that. There is no way those brats are gonna get in our way of the limelight."
She sounds confident. Alvin thought with a smile. He leaned over and kissed Brittany's forehead. "I know we can do it, beautiful." He said sincerely.
(Theme song end)
Once the group was inside the fan climate was easier to deal with, and they all went their own separate ways, but sticking to their counterparts as well. Jeanette and Simon approached Bill Murray for a scoop of the latest 'Ghost Busters' films, having a little laugh over something about a Twinkie. Theodore and Eleanor were chatting away with Rob Patterson and Kristen Stewart, commenting on the saga that they had watched the other day.
But with Alvin and Brittany, their minds were out in the open, as they wandered about the theatre. Brittany breathed a sigh of relief. No Femunks yet. She chewed nervously at the end of her nails. Oh man! I should have told Jeanette and Eleanor about this before!
Alvin reached across the table and touched her hand, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Brit?" She whipped her head around and faced him, anxiety written all over her face. Alvin caressed her knuckles and gazed deep into her eyes. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?" He asked, concerned. "You've been jumpy all afternoon."
Brittany gave him a small, fake smile. "No, I'm fine, babe, really." She said quickly, turning her head around again to see if the Femunks were to be spotted. But once again, no sign of them. She nodded her head in Alvin's direction. "Don't worry about me, sweetie. I'll be fine."
Alvin nodded slowly, cautiously. "Okay..." He said, still a little less convinced. But he decided to just drop it, for Brittany's sake. He stroked the promise ring around her finger and pulled himself out of his chair. "I'll go fetch us a drink. You'll be alright here alone for a moment, won't you babe?"
Brittany looked up at him and smiled. "Of course I will." She assured. "Could you get me a gin and tonic?"
Alvin leant over and kissed her forehead. "Anything for you, sweetheart." He replied tenderly, before heading over towards the bar to order their drinks.
Brittany sighed and slumped back into her seat. Stupid, stupid me! She screamed in her head. I really should have kept my mouth shut! The chipette scanned the room intently, her patience beginning to wear thin that the Femunks had not arrived yet. I don't want to suggest this, she thought slowly. But I think they are up to something.
By the time Alvin had returned with his tequila and her gin and tonic, Brittany had grown extremely anxious, her eyes constantly darting across the room. I can feel that they are here! I just know it!
Alvin saw the anxiety in her strained, baby blue eyes. He frowned into his shot glass and put it back down, now beginning to lose his appetite. He was just too worried about what was going on about Brittany's mind. With his leg, he gently rubbed it against hers, attracting her attention immediately. She whirled her head around and stared at him worriedly. She just sighed. "Oh, Alvin!" She cried quietly. "I can't take this anymore! Why aren't they coming? Why aren't they here?"
Alvin reached over and took her hand, hushing her with a gentle stroke across the small, silver outline of her ring. "Shhh..." He crooned. "Its okay, Brit, don't worry about it." He said. "Besides, if they don't arrive, you don't have to tell your sisters about the challenge. It will be like it never happened, I bet you."
Brittany bit down on her lip and sighed. "I suppose you're right, babe." She said solemnly. Alvin smiled at her and continued to caress her hand, not once taking his eyes off of her.
Brittany absentmindedly swirled the drink in her glass and, for a split second, she thought she heard a familiar squeal of delight in the distance. Her head shot up and her eyes darted about the room once again, the funny feeling of panic tingling up and down her spine.
Alvin gasped slightly at her sudden movement, knocking his funny-bone at the edge of the table. He ignored the pang, pulled himself out of his seat and hurried over to Brittany's side. His eyes followed in the direction of hers, and suddenly knew what she was looking at...The Femunks.
"Oh snap..."