Simonette, Simonette, Simonette! ThnQ
"Alvin, Simon, Theodore!" Dave called his boys' over, "Are you guy's OK?"
"Fine Dave!" Alvin skidded over.
"Great!" Simon followed.
"Dave?" Theodore came over, bringing Eleanor with him. "Can Eleanor and her sisters stay with us?"
"Boys, I know I took you guys in, but –"
"They talk!" Theodore added hopefully. Dave sighed and looked at his sons face. The green-clad chipmunk really liked this other chipmunk and Dave knew he didn't get many proper friends at school because most of the people there were fans.
"Well can you sing?" Dave finally gave in.
"We don't really know." Said Brittany.
"Do you know any songs?" Simon asked, sensibly. Both Eleanor and Brittany answered with a no but Jeanette stayed quiet…
Bed arrangements were sorted out: Brittany and Jeanette shared Simon's hotel bed; Theodore and Eleanor shared Theodore's hotel bed and Simon and Alvin shared Alvin's hotel bed. In quarter of an hour five chipmunks were snoring. But the thunder had started up again and Jeanette couldn't sleep. Both her sisters were enjoying a well-deserved rest , she didn't have the heart to wake them. So Jeanette stared out the window singing softly to calm herself down. It was a song her mother used to sing to Jeanette in storms like this. None of her sisters knew it. As she was singing, she didn't notice a certain bespectacled chipmunk wake up and clamber out of bed. Simon couldn't believe his ears! Jeanette's (he could never forget that name) voice was full of soul and passion and every note was hit perfectly in tune!
"Wow!" he gasped, when she'd finished. Jeanette jumped at the sound.
"W-who's t-there?" she asked nervously.
"It's me, erm, Simon!" the blue-clad chipmunk climbed up onto the ledge, so they could talk more quietly. Jeanette felt a tingle of excitement run down her spine when she heard him talking.
"Oh, sorry if I, um, woke you up. I, er… where are you?" the female of the two asked, squinting round the room, blindly.
"I-I'm right in front of you!" Simon said, looking very confused.
"You, you are? I, uh, can't see v-very…clearly." She explained, Jeanette couldn't believe how ridiculous she must look!
"Do you, er, think you could see how many fingers I'm holding up?" Simon held three fingers about an inch and a half away from her face.
"W-which part are your fingers?" she asked, feeling stupid. Simon sighed; her eyesight was even worse than his!
"I'll take you to, erm, get some glasses… tomorrow." Jeanette nodded her head in agreement, even though she had no clue what glasses were. For a while there was just silence.
"I-I'm sorry if I woke you up." Repeated the female of the two, realising she'd changed the subject the last time she apologised.
"Oh no! You didn't! I was just, er, intrigued by you s-singing!" Simon stuttered, truthfully.
"Y-you liked it?" she asked, quietly – inside, however, she was bursting that he'd complimented her!
"It was outstanding!" Simon said, confident for one moment.
"Do you, um, know it?" Jeanette wasn't really sure what to say next, but she didn't want to be the one to end the conversation. Simon nodded his head and softly began singing. Jeanette eyes widened at how well he sang it! Soon she couldn't help but join in: they sang the rest of the song in perfect harmony under the moonlight, gazing into each other's eyes. Simon was lost in the vivid shades of purple, her huge pupils staring back with trust. Jeanette was hypnotized by his gentle blue eyes, and by the end on the song she was asleep. Seeing she was so peacefully buried in his warm fur, Simon couldn't wake her up – he didn't want to wake her up.
Morning came quick, and fortunately for Simon, he was the first one awake. The bespectacled chipmunk woke the soon to be bespectacled chipmunk, making sure no else was disturbed. After he shook her shoulders, Jeanette got up and both of them made their way, silently, to the door.
It was only about 6:00 and the trip to the opticians was only 10 minutes (for a chipmunk), further more his family liked to sleep in, was what Simon figured out.
The roads were quiet and there weren't many people around, so the two chipmunks got there without any trouble. The optician – who was used to chipmunk glasses – did the usual tests and soon got Jeanette fitted a pair of purple glasses.
Simon placed them on her head when they got outside. Jeanette was dumfounded, everything was so clear, easy to see! She looked all around her, until her eyes landed on Simon; every stripe down his nose so finely distinguished; the sun reflecting on his silk fur, making it shine more than it already did and his fuzzy nose twitching as he smiled warmly at her delighted face!
"Thank you!" she squealed, happily, jumping up and down in excitement.
"My pleasure – I mean you're welcome! Erm, we should get home now." Simon suggested. Jeanette nodded, still very shy around him, but at so much more ease now she could see.
When they did get home, they were greeted with four faces. All amazed at Jeanette's glasses. Simon, who saw a bundle of unnecessary questions hurriedly said, "Bad eyesight, we went to get glasses!"
"OK, that's sorted now get your books and whatever else you need for school! We covered up for you two to Dave but!"
"School!" Simon completely forgot it was Monday… staying in this hotel made it feel like a holiday. Once he'd got his bags they left – the girls had to come too because Dave was going out.
School! This is were it starts to get a bit like the Squeakquel, ThnQ
