AN: I am SO SO SO sorry to all my readers for the delay in this chapter. I have been faced with SEVERE writer's block, and this is what I come back with. I actually wrote all but the last few paragraphs before my writer's block hit. This chapter is about half of the length it was intended to be, but I decided to go ahead with posting it so you guys wouldn't have to continue waiting forever for me. I'm going to try writing a oneshot to get rid of my writer's block before I try the next chapter of this, so until then, enjoy!
Jeanette felt as if her heart had stopped beating for a moment. Simon was on the phone. She was on the phone with Simon. He was okay. She was going to get to speak with him.
"S-Simon?"
Simon allowed himself to smile. "Hello, Jeanette."
The chipmunk couldn't believe who he was talking to. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed Jeanette until he heard her voice again. Her voice was like a chorus of a thousand angels, and if he wasn't still living in hell he would have thought that he had passed away and made the journey to heaven.
"Simon! Oh! I can't believe it's really you! Are you alright? How have you been?" Simon wasn't sure how much she knew about the situation he was in, but he had a strange feeling she knew more than he'd like her to know, more than he had told Brittany when he had seen her in town earlier that day.
"I-I'm fine, Jeanette…Everything is alright. I assume Brittany told you about her encounter with me today?"
So he was going to play it off and pretend he wasn't in such a horrible situation. The Simon she knew wasn't a liar, but this was probably what he'd been doing for years, pretending. Pretending that he had as wonderful a home life as people said he did, pretending that every moment had absolutely no chance of being his last. She couldn't let him go through this. She had to let him know she knew the truth.
"Yes, she did…b-but Simon, I…" Jeanette sighed. This was going to be more difficult that she had anticipated. Perhaps she should start from the beginning. "Brittany encountered you in town today, well…I encountered someone, too. I saw Alvin today."
"Y-you did? Really? How is he? Is he alright?" Jeanette smiled at the fact his questions about his older brother were so similar to the ones she had asked him merely a few moments before, about himself.
"He's fine. He's living in a foster home." The Chipette bit her lip. "But Simon, I have something important to tell you…" She let out a watery sigh. "Simon, Alvin saw you on the news today."
"S-so he knows…?" Jeanette could hear the fear and shakiness in his voice, and it deeply concerned her.
"Y-yes."
"A-and…you…you know?" Even more fear, if that was possible, could be heard in the chipmunk's voice.
"Yes, I know. Simon, you can't live like this! W-what if they hurt you really, really bad? W-what…oh God…w-what if they kill you?" Jeanette had gotten herself into a state of panic, and couldn't help the tears that rolled down her face at the thought of losing her best friend again, when she had only just found him. She tried to hide the fact that she was crying, but she knew it showed through in her voice.
"Jeanette…Jeanette, calm down. Please don't cry." Simon couldn't stand to hear her cry, especially knowing that she was crying over him.
Theodore plopped down on his bed, utterly exhausted. He had spent the entire afternoon at the police station being questioned about what he saw, and, needless to say, it was an interesting experience.
Apparently nobody in his town or the surrounding towns had ever seen anyone fitting the description he gave. There was nobody anywhere nearby who went by the name "'Lil" and nobody who owned a private jet.
It was a dead end. The police were doing all they could, but they had no leads, and there was nothing else he could do for them.
Theodore was just glad to be home, in his warm bed, and with his teddy. He didn't even feel like sending a short email to tell Eleanor about his day like he normally would if he'd been out all day, he was that tired.
Although he couldn't help but feel as though she had something important to tell him. He just shrugged it off, whenever he got one of those 'feelings' it was probably wrong.
Besides, what could possibly happen in just one day?
Hope that one wasn't too bad...Theodore is extremely difficult for me to write, because I have absolutely NOTHING in common with him like I do all the other characters, so that last part was...ehhh...I hope this satisfied you guys, because I hate to disappoint! Thanks for reading!
