Theodore huffed and puffed as he ran back to the house, carrying Jeanette on her back. After an intense workout session consisting of push ups, curl ups, sit ups, chin ups, and running and stretching to various places, and climbing trees, Theodore was exhausted to the point where he was going to just give up. But he couldn't, for Eleanor's sake. When they got the house, Jeanette put him on a scale.
"Good boy, Theodore, you've lost 20.7 pounds since 2 weeks ago. Good job, we're right on schedule. Here," She handed him a watermelon slice. "You deserve it."
She began scribbling furiously on a notepad, walking to her room.
"Hey, Simon," Said Theodore, as Simon walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, Theodore," Said Simon, looking deflated.
"What's wrong?" Asked Theodore with concern filling in his eyes.
"Nothing. I'm going up to my room if anyone needs me. Oh and Theodore, tomorrow is my turn to train you. We're going to clean out everything non healthy in your room and fill it with healthy stuff.
"Okay." Theodore watched as his brother sadly trudged up the stairs. He looked forlorn. He wondered why he had such a long face. Was it because of Jeanette? He knew and noticed that Jeanette and Simon weren't speaking at all that week, but he had no idea why. Was this why Simon seemed so sad? Did he and Jeanette get in a fight earlier? He shrugged to himself as he grabbed another bowl of the delicious watermelon and walked into the living room to watch an episode of Meerkat Manor.
Jeanette sat on her bed as she typed on the spreadsheet she had made for Theodore to track his weight. This experiment was going well, and Jeanette was ecstatic. She didn't need that dumb Simon's help, she didn't need him at all anymore. She was a free, independent, intellectual Chipette who didn't need no 'munk. (LOL) After a period of intense note-taking, pondering, and graphing, Jeanette decided to reward herself with a break. She logged herself on pinterest and posted her workout and diet routine, revealing the secret about watermelons. She scrolled around on her wall, and clicked a pic, showing a girl with wavy, brown chestnut hair, wearing skinny jeans and a cute chevron blouse. She was stick skinny, a lot like Jeanette, and she looked pretty cute, even beautiful. That girl was wearing the iconic nerd glasses, which looked alot like her. Hey, wait a second... It was her! She scrolled to see who posted it, it was SIMON! She read what he typed with it.
"'This is a picture of my one and my only, dream girl. I wish she was mine forever and ever. I am in love with her.'"
She gasped. Simon was in, LOVE, with her. She had merely hoped that he simply liked her a little more than a friend normally would, but lo and behold, he was confessing and professing his love to her on Pinterest. OMG!
Wow. She felt lightheaded and a bit dizzy. She looked at when he posted it. "' 1 min ago...'" It read. She gasped.
She could hear Simon clicking and tapping away on his keyboard.
She got out of her room. She ran downstairs. She ran outside. She ran into the forest, blindly. She was lost. She was scared. It was cold. She didn't have her sweater. She was in despair.
