Hello! How's everyone doing? Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was busy. I probably won't be able to update on Saturdays. I'm also sorry about this extremely late posting. Now, to questions. First "Brittany". You are not annoying me =) I love answering everyone's questions. And in my mind, the past is already done. Although the past controls the future, you can still change the outcome by improving your present. Even though they went to the future to adjust the past, it was just guaranteeing that their later future would be stable. And, when they go to an alternative present in this story, they are guaranteeing that their near future (in their real world) will be perfect. I hope that answers your question. And now to "Simonette 4eva". I actually don't know if Jeanette will go into labor. They obviously have a time limit, but they might make it out in time. The only reason why I'm hesitant for them to actually have the babies is because they'll get attached to them, and will want to stay there. I do have a plan, but it's not set in stone yet =). Also, if I decide to write ANOTHER sequel, maybe they will actually have kids. Who knows? Because I certainly don't lol. Hope that answered your question, and don't worry, I always want to answer questions. And finally, here is the chapter. Enjoy! And please review!
The movement around the house did not stop the next day. Moving around the sheets, mattresses and personal belongings was not as easy as it had seemed a few days earlier. Jeanette sat on her bed and observed the movement, since once again, she was not allowed to lift a finger. She wasn't even allowed to carry a piece of clothing to the next room. However, she obliged to Brittany's rules, although she despised them.
"Finally done," Brittany sighed, as she collapsed on Jeanette's bed.
"It would've been a lot less time consuming if I had helped,"
"It doesn't matter. I don't want you to over exert yourself,"
"I would've been fine,"
"Too bad, so sad, you didn't have to help nor were you going to,"
Jeanette huffed, and slumped down. "So what are you going to do for the rest of the day?"
"Alvin and I are going out, again. We love to spend any amount of time we have free with each other,"
"I understand," Jeanette smiled.
"What about you?"
"It depends. I want to see how Kat is,"
"Is she sick?" Brittany asked with concern.
"No, no, yesterday we went to the park with her and the paparazzi caught up with us. She blamed herself because she took us there,"
"Awww, poor Kat. She must feel horrible,"
"She went home all quiet and upset. And she's normally so happy-go-lucky, too,"
"Yeah, invite her over today. Make her feel better,"
"Is that the only thing I'm allowed to do?" Jeanette asked with sarcasm.
"Not the only thing, Jeanette. You just can't do anything strenuous, ok?"
"Yes, mommy," she said, batting her eyelashes and smiling.
Brittany narrowed her eyes, and then smiled. "Do you want anything to eat?" she asked, sitting up.
"No, I'm not hungry,"
"Really? You haven't eaten anything all morning,"
"Um, that's because I was up snacking all night. I'm still full," Jeanette tried to cover it up.
"Ok, then," she shrugged. "I'm going to get ready." she stood up, and walked out of the room, once again leaving Jeanette alone.
She laid back against the head board, and she glanced around the room that she now shared with Simon. He would be there if she needed him. Then again, he was always there for her. Soon, if they weren't back to their own time, they would be sharing the room with more than just each other. She snapped out of her trance when Brittany called out "Jeanette! We're leaving!"
She got up off of the bed to hear the front door shut. She wandered into the living room, where Simon was sitting on the couch.
"I'm gonna go see if Kat wants to come over," she announced.
"No, let me go," he tried to get off of the sofa.
"Stay! I have to stretch my legs, anyway,"
"Are you sure?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I'm positive," she smiled, and walked towards the front door. She opened it, and walked outside. She strained her eyes from the bright sun, and carefully walked down the stairs. The, she walked to the side apartment, and climbed the stairs with caution. She knocked on the door, and Kat answered. She was wearing a skin tight black dress.
"Oh, hey, Jeanette," she said, unenthusiastically.
"Am I interrupting something?" Jeanette asked with worry.
"No, no. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over,"
"I'd love to," she smiled. "But you didn't have to climb all of these stairs."
"I had to stretch my legs anyway,"
"Alright, just let me get my keys,"
She disappeared into the apartment, and was back in a flash.
"Don't you have to tell your mom where you're going?"
"My mom is at work," she answered quietly. She locked the door, and then followed Jeanette down the stairs, and into their house.
"So you were home alone?"
"Yeah, I'm always home alone. My mom works all day, I haven't seen my dad since I was six, my sister lives in New York with her husband and kids, and my brother lives in Vegas,"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up,"
"It's fine. I keep everything bottled up. It's nice to tell someone,"
"You haven't told anyone before?"
"Never. I usually just say I have a single mom,"
"Do you want to tell me more?"
She nodded, but glanced over at Simon who was still sitting on the couch. It was obvious that she didn't want him to hear. Jeanette motioned for her to follow, and she lead her to the bedroom.
"Simon, we'll be in the bedroom," she called out before shutting the door.
"Ok,"
After hearing his response, she shut the door. She sat on the bed, and Kat did so after her.
"So," Jeanette started the conversation.
"Well, my mom and dad got married young. They were only nineteen. They had just met, and swore it was a match made in heaven. A year later, my mom had my sister, Kim. Another year later, she had my brother, Kenneth. And then three years after that, she had me. Soon after I was born, my parents marriage started to fall apart. They were always fighting about every little thing," a tear shined in the corner of her eye.
"And then, my dad just left. One day, we woke up and he was gone. His stuff was gone, his car was gone, everything was gone. My siblings blamed me. They said it was all my fault, and that they broke up because I was born. My mother would cry everyday, hoping she would have enough money to pay the bills and take care of us kids. My sister moved out when she turned seventeen, and my brother left soon after. My sister didn't even invite my mother and I to her wedding. She just sent us an email of her husband and her. Then, we got another picture, about eighteen months later, of her daughter. Another year later, she had a son. She never called, I don't even know their names. Isn't that sad? I don't know my niece or nephew's name," she wiped away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks.
"That is sad," Jeanette said, feeling tears gathering in her own eyes. She quickly wiped them away, hoping Kat wouldn't see her.
"I didn't mean to make you cry," Kat said, her own tears falling harder.
"Don't worry about it," she said, as she wiped away the tears.
"A-and my brother, lives in Vegas with his girlfriend. He calls more than my sister. Once a year, at Christmas, just to say hi for two minutes, and then hang up. Consider yourself lucky. You have a great boyfriend, and a loving family. It's just my mom and I,"
Jeanette nodded. She really wasn't that lucky. Her sister and Simon's brother were on drugs, for crying out loud. And for all she knew, she hadn't been on speaking terms with her. Both girls sobbed. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Is everything ok?" Simon called from behind the door.
"Y-yeah," Jeanette answered.
"Are you crying?"
"Don't worry about it,"
"Jeanette, it's my job to worry about you,"
"Please don't, we're fine. Just girl-talk,"
He sighed. "Ok, well I'll be in the living room if you need me,"
"Ok,"
"See what I mean?" Kat said, after they had heard him walk away. "He loves you so much. My father could care less about my mother."
"Part of me is scared, though. What if he doesn't want me after they get here? What if he changes his mind?"
"He loves you, and he would never do that. Never, ever, ever. And if he ever did, even though I can guarantee he won't, I would track him down, and kick his ass,"
Jeanette nodded, knowing that Kat was telling the truth. But, part of her couldn't help but to worry the things would go wrong if she actually had the babies. She pushed the thoughts away, and tried to stay focused on why she was there. To talk to Kat.
To be continued...
So, how was it? Good? Bad? Awww, I feel bad for Kat. And Jeanette. Poor girls =( I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll keep this authors note short. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review. And please vote in the poll, which will probably close tomorrow. Until the, Peace, Love, and Chipmunks.
