A/N: Okay I'm sorry for the mess up and stuff, you might be thinking the child is Nate's and stuff... Don't be fooled, read this chapter & you'll understand :) Sorry for the mess up's I didn't realize until inuyasharocks540 pointed it out to me. Thank you once again. :) Have a nice day to all of you who read this. And well, yeah I'm stalling you aren't I... Read & Review please! :)

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(PS: This chapter contain's Simonette... A lot of Simonette)

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BACK IN LONDON

9 months had passed since Brittany left. 9 months since Sylvia had died. 9 months since Miss Miller got gravely ill. 9 months since Jeanette's grades dropped drastically. 9 months since Eleanor dropped out from cooking classes. 9 months since Alvin, Simon and Theodore hadn't visited them.

Jeanette picked at her mushrooms, looking out at the window. Eleanor sat staring at her paws. A dull cough came now and then from the room. Dust had surrounded the walls. And cobwebs weren't removed. The house loss its sparkle and no one could fix it.

Since Sylvia had died, Miss Miller was sleeping in Sylvia's room. The study room was changed to Jeanette's room, and their previous room became Eleanor's.

Jeanette walked into her room and flipped open her phone.

"Hey," She said to the receiver.

"Hi, Jen, did she come back?" Simon asked.

"No, don't ask me that every time I call you." Jeanette said sighing.

"How's Alvin?" Jeanette asked.

She heard Simon sigh as he answered, "Not taking it all well. He hasn't left the house, has been skipping school, and won't listen to Dave, well that's something he always does." Simon laughed bitterly. It sounded strained.

Simon moved around his room.

Jeanette sighed; tears were streaming down her face.

"Jen, I know you're crying, I'm sorry, I can't fix things. Tell you what, Theodore, Alvin, Dave and I will be coming over for a visit, maybe in a week or two. We'll talk then. Good bye Jen."

"Bye, Si"

The phone clicked off.

"Jeanette? Could you come here?" Miss Miller weakly called from her room. Jeanette sighed and walked to the bedroom.

Miss Miller lost all her weight, her blackish-white hair had gone wisp thin and pure white. Wrinkles of stress were stretched all over her face. Her laugh lines had disappeared. She didn't look like Miss Miller anymore, she looked like someone else.

"Jeanette, I love you, I love Eleanor as well, and also Brittany. I shouldn't have been harsh to her; it's my fault she left. I keep telling that to myself. Please bring in Eleanor." Miss Miller rasped.

Eleanor walked in.

"Dears, I love you all so much, I'm sorry I haven't been there when you needed me. I'm sorry; I can't live through another day thinking that I caused Brittany to leave." Miss Miller's eyes filled with tears.

Jeanette and Eleanor cried, hugging Miss Miller.

"I hate her." Jeanette whispered.

"Who do you hate?" Miss Miller asked.

"Who do you think?" Jeanette asked darkly. She didn't wait for a reply.

"I hate my freaking sister Brittany!" Jeanette screamed.

"She left us, when we needed her most, she left when Sylvia was dying, and she left when you got sick!" Jeanette shouted. Lately she had developed a tantrum problem. Jeanette had begun smoking, drinking, and taking drugs.

Miss Miller closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, as she lay on her bed.

"Girls, I'm sorry,"

Jeanette let out a scream and stormed out. Eleanor sat beside Miss Miller, stroking her hair. If Eleanor weren't there, the house would be torn apart. Eleanor held the house together, forbidding Jeanette to run away or hurt herself. She was the one who helped Miss Miller.

Jeanette jumped onto her bed, and dialed Simon's number.

"Hello?" Simon answered.

"Help me" Jeanette moaned.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked concerned.

"I can't live another day without you, or without her, I can't control myself, I want to die."

"YOU ARE NOT COMMITTING SUICIDE!" Simon shouted.

This shook Jeanette. Simon never shouted.

She could hear a sigh, and a sob. Simon lowered his voice,

"Look, I'm sorry for shouting, but don't even think about that, I can't bear thinking you died, and I have no companion, no one to talk to. No Jeanette, don't even think of it. Tell you what, I'm coming to London, like I told you before, I'll stay with you as long as you want me to. I'll only leave when you're happy and when you want me to."

Jeanette answered, "I want you by my side forever."

"Well, I'll try my best, to be there for the longest I can."

"Simon, there's something I've wanted to tell you."

"Fire away," Simon said.

"I love you,"

Silence,

"Simon?" Jeanette asked, "Are you there?"

"I'm here." Simon whispered.

"Jeanette, I love you too, you should know that by now. I love you more than I'm allowed to love anyone, I've always loved you, I loved you when I met you, I love the way you have your hair in that bun, I love the way one of your socks is longer than the other, I love your enthusiasm, filling me with happiness, I love the sound of your voice, if one word could describe you, it would be…. There is no word to describe you, no word can hold what you are, and I love you and only you." Simon stopped his speech, and took a deep breath.

Jeanette felt tears in her eyes again. Simon loved her, and loved only her.

"Thank you Simon, for telling me." Jeanette said, holding back her tears. This time the tears were of happiness.

"Thank you, Jeanette for giving me the courage."

"I love you," Jeanette said,

"I love you too," Simon replied.

Jeanette disconnected the call and fell asleep, with a grin on her face.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Get the door, Jeanette" Eleanor said, as she lay on the couch, watching a cooking show. Theodore had told Jeanette not to tell Eleanor that they were coming. Miss Miller was also clueless.

Jeanette grinned and said, "I have to go to the toilet, it's really urgent, why don't you get the door?"

What a lie, Jeanette thought, but she wanted to surprise Eleanor.

Without waiting for a reply, Jeanette dashed to a nearby toilet.

Eleanor groaned and raised herself up and stomped to the door. She opened it, and gave a shriek.

"OH GOD! YOU'RE HERE!" Eleanor screamed.

Theodore was grinning at Eleanor; he had lost his baby fat, and was nearly as tall as Alvin. He had his smoothly gelled down, giving him a nice look. He wore a green leather jacket on top of a white shirt, and had on black Levis. He had his paws in his pockets and his blondish tail twitched around happily.

Simon looked down at his blue sneakers. He had on dark sunglasses, which hid his neon blue eyes. His hair was also gelled, but into spikes, which gave him a punk rock look. He wore a blue fleece sweater and blue jeans. He looked up and nodded a greeting to Eleanor, and looked over Eleanor's shoulder, searching for Jeanette.

Alvin looked extremely different. His easy grin was replaced with a deep frown, and he wasn't wearing his famous baseball cap. He had the same red jacket, with the yellow 'A' on. His hair was more tousled than before, and he had grown a foot taller. He would have looked charming, if his frown was replaced with a smile.

Dave smiled at Eleanor. He had his regular black suit and combed hair. He was now wearing glasses, and his cheerful grin, looked a bit fake, possibly because of Sylvia's death, Miss Miller's sickness, and Brittany's run away.

Eleanor led them to the house. Thankfully the last two days, Jeanette was busily cleaning the house. Eleanor kept asking Jeanette why she was cleaning, but Jeanette just said

"My allergies are acting up."

Eleanor stopped asking questions, and let Jeanette carry on.

Now she knew the reason.

"Where's Miss Miller, Ellie?" Dave asked sitting down.

Jeanette came running down and saw Simon. He had changed a lot.

Simon stared at Jeanette.

Her bun was no longer there. Instead brown waves framed her oval face. Her glasses were replaced with contacts, and her regular loose and baggy shirts were switched to a purple skin tight tank top and a black mini skirt. She had grown a bit taller, and her klutzy appearance had disappeared. Instead a strong and determined young lady looked at Simon. She held herself with pride, and didn't slouch. She looked like a cat, elegant and sleek.

Simon bit his lip, in order not to whistle.

Miss Miller hobbled down the stairs, looking frail as ever. Dave gave her a huge hug.

"I insist that the boys and I stay here a while, until things are settled around here." Dave declared, wiping a smudge of dirt, which Jeanette had forgotten to clean.

Miss Miller weakly shook his head, but Dave would have none of it. He said that the boys and he had brought sleeping bags and would be sleeping over for the night.

Jeanette shyly took Simon to her room.

"Simon, I haven't seen you for so long, I missed you." Jeanette breathed.

Simon nodded and sat beside Jeanette on the bed.

He put his arm around Jeanette for the first time. Jeanette felt shivers down her spine.

She cautiously placed her head on his heaving chest. Simon rubbed his paws over Jeanette's thick hair, and placed his chin on her head. Jeanette felt uncontrollable spasm shoot through all her muscles, like she was holding an electric fence. However, she loved it.

"I missed you too, Jen." He whispered, it was almost inaudible, but Jeanette heard it perfectly fine.

They sat, frozen like that for goodness knows how long, not speaking, but Jeanette felt her knees ache and become cold, so she pulled herself away, the hardest thing she had ever done, and looked at her phone. Two hours had passed.

Simon pulled Jeanette back to him. Jeanette let out a small gasp, as Simon hugged her tightly.

This was new, love, Jeanette thought. Love makes you feel whole. Jeanette never felt love. This was the first time.

They heard a knock. Jeanette pulled away from Simon's grasp and ran to the door.

"Hey, are you guy's hungry?" Dave asked, leaning on the door frame. Jeanette and Simon shook their heads in perfect synchronization. Dave nodded, he closed the door and Jeanette ran and bolted it shut.

Simon walked to Jeanette's purple couch and sat. Jeanette shyly followed him and cuddled in the nook of his arm. His fleece sweater was soft against her cheek. Simon and Jeanette didn't move for another two hours.

He played with a strand of Jeanette's hair, "Let's stay here forever."

"We may have to eat eventually," Jeanette said.

"We'll order in."

"We'd have to get the door." Jeanette made walking motions with her fingers.

"My brothers will answer it and bring the food to us."

"What about school?" Jeanette asked closing her eyes.

"We'll homeschool."

"Miss Miller and my sister might wonder where I am."

"Tell them that we ran off and got married."

Jeanette laughed.

He pulled her tight. "Could you imagine?"

Jeanette's heart stopped. She opened her eyes, "Running off and getting married?"

"Yeah," He turned to face her. "I could spend every day with you. Right here, on the couch."

Jeanette's whole body felt warm, safe and loved. She traced her paw from his nose to his chin. "I love you," She said.

Part of Jeanette could do it, run off and get married, but another part of her wondered if she could really do it, she didn't want to follow Brittany's footsteps, and ruin her family.

"But…. There's this small fact that I'm fifteen and you're sixteen." Jeanette said, trying to lighten the mood.

"So?" His eyes lit up. "I love you too. That's why we should do it. It would be fun and exciting!"

"And illegal, I think you would have to be eighteen to get married." Jeanette lifted her paws above her to stretch. "We'd also have to get off the couch."

He pressed his paw flat against Jeanette's. "I bet we could get a rabbi to come here."

"I'm not sure I could get married in a mini skirt, maybe if my skirt were white instead of black."

"Fair enough," He leaned in and softly kissed Jeanette's forehead. Jeanette felt another shiver go down her spine. "I really would do it, you know." Simon said.

Jeanette snuggled into the softness of his fleece. "So would I." She murmured, not wanting to let go.

SCOTLAND

"Nate, just look at how he's staring at me, isn't he adorable?" Brittany said as she tickled Alvie's cheek.

Nate's lips were pressed into a firm line. He knew that Alvie wasn't his son. He had brain washed Brittany into thinking that Alvie was their son, but he knew the horrible truth. Alvie looked nothing like him. He couldn't even have any children. He hated Alvie from the moment he saw him open his eyes.

Nate smiled and said, "I will be back by night, honey."

Brittany nodded.

As soon as Nate left, Brittany hugged Alvie tightly, whispering into his red hair as tears streamed down her face, "Alvin."

LONDON

Alvin had lost his spark and mischievous streak. He was sitting in a dark corner, and staring at a spot on the ceiling.

Miss Miller looked at Alvin, sadly. She hobbled toward him and whispered.

"Follow me, dear."

Alvin sighed and walked with her.

She led Alvin down to a dark cellar, and switched on a flickering bulb. At the corner, filled with dust was Brittany's bed. Miss Miller had dislodged it from the other beds and now it stood alone, gathering dust. The mattress hadn't been touched for months. Miss Miller smiled and closed the door.

Alvin stared at the pink bed; well you couldn't tell if it was pink anymore.

He stared at it for a long time, remembering the chipette he had known and loved. He took a step to the bed. Something told him there was something on that bed.

He lifted the mattress, sneezing and coughing as he did so. He saw an envelope. He picked it up. It was addressed to him.

He opened it and read.