A/N: Have you guys noticed the new names added to the character list for the archive? Those are there thanks to me. :)
I emailed fanfiction about how it was insane to have options for people that aren't even real characters ("OC" and "Charlene"...) and not have actual canon characters. I asked them if they'd add Miss Miller and Vinny since they're important characters, along with Alvin and Brittany's twin boys that appear in the episode "Big Dreams".
And they did! They're on the list now!
I've got to write another one-shot about the Alvittany twins soon, just to celebrate about them being added to the character list! I'm really happy they got added because I love the twins SO much, and now maybe more people will realize that Alvittany do have canon babies.
Oh well, just wanted to blab about that for a second. Enjoy the next chapter!
Her green eyes stayed put on the thin flower that she held between her index finger and thumb. She'd been rolling the flower back and forth in her hand, careful not to snap the delicate petals. But her mind was elsewhere.
With a soft sigh, Jeanette set the flower down. She was half-tempted to throw it on the ground and forget about it, but she couldn't find it in herself to do that. Why? She wasn't sure. She wasn't quite sure why she did a lot of things, and now keeping some silly flower that meant nothing could be added to that list.
She knew that she was being stupid. She was allowing herself to get ahead of things. She was looking too far into what was really happening.
There was absolutely no way, without a doubt, that Simon's strange behavior could have possibly meant what she had dared to consider for even a brief moment.
Jeanette had already been through this time and time before with herself. Simon would do something to get her hopes up, she would stupidly allow herself to get said hopes up, and then in the end she would become crushed and disappointed whenever nothing actually happened between the two of them.
For a split second though, she had let herself wonder if maybe this trip was proving that her thoughts weren't so far-fetched after all.
There was something that he had to tell her, which she still didn't know what it was. She guessed that if it was something that wasn't too big of a deal than he would have blurted it out to her already. What could possibly cause him to keep giving up each time something came up whenever he tried to tell her? Not to mention how awestruck she had been by their small moment that had ultimately been interrupted by Theodore whenever he fell into the river...
She shook her head, attempting to will those thoughts away. She couldn't possibly believe how selfish she could be at times! Here she was, moping about her problems, whenever there were people that were actually sick!
Theodore's sneezing hadn't stopped, and his nose had become stuffy. He'd even gotten a bad cough as well. Dave had suggested canceling the trip early and going home since he clearly had caught a cold— but Theodore had insisted he was fine and could manage the next remaining days they had left. Eventually Dave had reluctantly agreed, only after telling everyone that if he even caught word of Theodore getting a fever they'd be going straight home.
Not only that, but Alvin and Brittany were both stuck with poison ivy. That had taken a little bit more of convincing to not cancel the trip over, but Simon clearly knew what he was doing and was helping the two of them out as much as he could and had told Dave it wasn't anything extreme that he couldn't handle. He was doing a great job of taking care of Alvin and Brittany too, despite their occasional complaining.
Jeanette chewed on her bottom lip. She couldn't even think of the others without thinking of Simon. Why was she doing this to herself?
Without letting herself think a second thought about it, she stood and made her way back over to the tent, leaving the flower behind on the ground.
She carefully climbed back into the tent, trying not to make too much noise since she knew it was early and as far as she knew she was the only one awake. But once she got back inside the tent she saw Eleanor fixing the blankets and pillows that she and her sisters slept on and Brittany frowning while she stared into a small compact mirror.
"Look at my face!" Brittany wailed, throwing the mirror to the floor of the tent. Luckily it didn't break. "I look terrible!"
"You look fine, you can't help what the poison ivy does." sighed Eleanor, as if she had had the same conversation a hundred times already— which Jeanette knew that she had. All last night and now apparently all morning, Brittany had complained about what the poison ivy had done to her face.
Brittany's icy blue eyes narrowed at Eleanor. "You might be used to waking up with a less than perfect face, but I'm not! So have some sympathy!"
Sensing a fight coming on as she watched Eleanor angrily beat into one of the pillows instead of fluffing it up like she had been previously, Jeanette decided it was time for her to speak up.
"I-I think you look fine too, Brittany..."
Brittany sighed and pushed past Eleanor so that she could lay back down under the covers.
"Whatever," she yawned, "I'm going back to bed. It's too early to deal with all of this right now."
"You could have told me that before I started fixing the blankets!" Eleanor snapped.
Brittany pretended that she didn't hear her.
Meanwhile, Jeanette was busy staring at her hands, wishing that she could find a way to force Simon out of her thoughts. She couldn't stop thinking about him. Not even her sisters were helping put him out of her head.
She couldn't get over it. Simon had been acting strange for the entire trip. She wished that she could know why for sure, but until he finally decided to tell her, she couldn't decide what it really could be.
She'd racked her brain for options several times, and one of the only things she could think of was that maybe she wasn't delusional and that her feelings for him were mutual.
But that was silly. She couldn't let herself think like that, she'd only wind up getting further disappointed with no one to blame but herself.
Was she really looking too much into it? She knew that she was, but she still couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe...
"Hey, you okay?"
Eleanor's voice brought her back to reality. She looked up with wide eyes. Jeanette had always had a problem of letting her face show too much whenever she got distracted.
"Um, yeah..." she muttered, hugging her knees to her chest. She frowned slightly. "Well, no, not really."
"I can tell. What's the matter?" Eleanor asked.
Jeanette bit her lip. She knew that if she tried to talk to someone about Simon that she'd only be making a fool out of herself. She also knew that if she could tell anyone, it should be Eleanor, since she trusted her little sister and knew that she'd be the last person to judge her. Which was why she decided to just get over it and say something.
"I'm just worried," Jeanette said, before quickly adding, "a-and confused."
Eleanor nodded slowly. "About what?" she prompted.
Jeanette proceeded to launch into a rushed and nervous explanation of exactly what she was talking about.
She told Eleanor all about how Simon had continuously told her that he needed to tell her something, only to end up insisting he'd tell her later each and every time. She told her about how she wished she knew what Simon wanted to talk to her about so badly but that she couldn't guess what it had to be.
She even told Eleanor, with her face as red as a tomato, how she had been crushing on Simon for a long time now and how she had hoped that maybe he wanted to talk to her about something to do with that. Then she begged Eleanor not to tell anyone about her confession.
"I won't, Jeanette," Eleanor assured her. "Besides, I already knew about that."
Jeanette blanched. "W-what?"
She felt her heartbeat begin to quicken. Her feelings for Simon weren't that obvious, were they?
"I'm your sister, it's my job to know these kind of things." Eleanor grinned, as if she had read her mind.
Jeanette fidgeted in her spot nervously. "So... so what do you think, then? Am I being silly about all of this?"
"No," her sister shook her head. Then she continued, "It's not your fault that you're getting curious about it since he keeps bringing it up to you and then dropping it. Anyone would wonder what that's got to be about."
"But what about thinking that h-he might l-like me?" Jeanette asked, playing with her fingers to avoid having to look at Eleanor. "Don't you think that's pretty silly?"
"No. I'd be more surprised if you were wrong about that than right." Eleanor replied.
Jeanette was tempted to ask her what she meant by that, but she decided against it. Instead she said, "So w-what should I do?"
Before Eleanor could say anything, Brittany sat up and jumped into the conversation.
"Did you ever think that maybe he has something bad to tell you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
The bespectacled Chipette stared at her in bewilderment. "W-what...?"
"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Eleanor demanded, glaring at her.
Ignoring her, Brittany continued, "Well, he keeps trying to talk to you and then deciding not to. Maybe he feels bad about whatever he has to tell you."
Jeanette felt her heart sink. How could she not have actually considered something like that? It made sense...
"I'd say what you need to do is just leave it alone and wait for him to be able to tell you himself. That way you can save yourself from the embarrassment if it is something bad." Brittany advised her.
"Don't listen to her," Eleanor insisted firmly. "She's just miserable so now she wants to bring everyone down with her!"
Brittany's eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah?" she said, before grabbing one of the nearby pillows and hitting Eleanor on the head with it.
Eleanor snatched the pillow up and hit her right back. "You are really getting on my nerves this morning."
"Well the feeling is definitely mutual," Brittany growled.
"Like I said, don't listen to her," Eleanor focused her attention back on Jeanette. "You know what you should do?"
Jeanette shook her head slowly, desperate for an answer.
"You should listen to me, that's what you should do!" Brittany insisted.
Eleanor glared at Brittany. "No," she said. "You should try to talk to Simon and tell him that he owes you an explanation."
"R-really?" Jeanette's gaze fell to her hands again. "But Brittany's right... I p-probably will embarrass myself."
"No you won't," Eleanor sighed. "And even if you do, so what? Better some temporary embarrassment than constantly getting yourself worried over this, right?"
She must have been able to sense that Jeanette was still unsure about what to do since she added, "He can't just keep telling you he's got something to say and then not say it. Tell him that's not fair to you and that you either want an answer or you don't want to hear about it anymore."
Jeanette wished that she could help her realize that things like that weren't so easy for her to do. Eleanor was great at speaking her mind, and Jeanette wished she could say the same thing about herself, but she didn't know how Eleanor did it. Jeanette just got too choked up and anxious about things, usually thinking them over too much and worrying herself to death.
She still wasn't sure what to do or who was right, but her sisters were staring at her expectantly, so she offered a feeble, "O-okay..." to show them that she would think about it.
"Just remember who clearly knows more about boys and what to do with them here," Brittany told her, itching at the red bumps on her arm while she spoke.
"Don't scratch!" Eleanor said sternly, slapping Brittany's hand away.
While her sisters began to argue back and forth again, Jeanette attempted to block them out so that she could get her thoughts in order.
She knew that Eleanor's advice would probably be the most ideal to listen to. She just couldn't help but think that Brittany did have a point. Plus, even if she listened to Eleanor, how could she make herself just walk up to Simon and demand he tell her whatever he kept trying to say? That had to be much easier said than done, and yet Jeanette didn't even think it sounded easy in the first place.
Plus, she'd scolded herself several times for letting herself think that Simon might actually return her feelings, only to come at a dead end whenever she couldn't think of whatever else he could be trying to tell her... so maybe Brittany was right. Maybe he really did have something bad to tell her.
But what could it have been? She hadn't done anything wrong, had she?
There was only one way to find out. She'd just have to listen to both of her sisters, in a way.
If she wanted to find out what Simon had to tell her and whether it was bad or not, she would have to just outright ask him. Brittany wasn't the only one who sounded right, Eleanor did too! She did deserve to know what it was that he wanted to tell her! And she was going to find out what he had to tell her on her own since apparently she had to...
She just needed to work up the courage to be able to do that.
A/N: Yeah, this is definitely not my favorite chapter.
This was pretty much a filler chapter, if you couldn't tell, but it was necessary. So yeah.
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