Chapter 3: Hangover!
The next morning, Theodore and Simon were downstairs in the kitchen. Simon was eating cereal and reading the newspaper, while Theodore smeared jam on his toast. Dave walked in with his suit on he took a piece of toast from the table and noticed Simon.
"Oh, so that's where the newspaper went!"
Simon lifted his head with the look of shear quilt. "Sorry Dave, I'm almost finished reading if you want it?"
"That's ok, I have to get going. I have an important meeting to get to." Dave thought for a moment while taking a bit of his piece of toast. "What's wrong with Alvin? I thought heard him throwing up in the bathroom last night!"
Simon froze then he slowly lifted his head from the newspaper once more and looked up at Dave. "Ah yea! Apparently Alvin had some bad shrimp at the party. Anybody who had it got very sick from it."
"Well you went to the party, did you not have any of this so called shrimp?" Dave asked trying to figure out if Simon was telling the truth, or not.
"I arrived kind of late, by the time I got there all the shrimp had already been eaten." Simon thought quickly as he still remained calm. He could feel his brother Theodore watching him with curiosity. Theodore knew the truth, and had promised not to talk about it.
"Remember Dave, I had that exam that I was also studding for. So Basically, I just went there got Alvin and brought him home. We barely made it home before he got really sick." Simon continued.
"Well, maybe I should give him some orange juice and check up on him before I go?" Dave said as he poured some orange juice into a glass and was ready to bring it up to Alvin.
"No Dave! It's ok; I'll bring it up to him! You need to get yourself ready to go." Simon said as he jumped up from his seat and grabbed the glass from Dave's hand.
"Are you sure?" Dave was not sure why Simon suddenly wanted to care for his brother all of a sudden, but he also knew that he was pressed for time as it is. He turned to Theodore as if he would have an answer. The young chubby chipmunk looked up nervously and quickly shrugged his shoulders. He then took a big bite of his toast so his mouth would be too full for him to speak. Theodore knew for sure if Dave got him to say anything that it would just come out wrong.
"Yea, Dave.I'm sure!" Simon said reassuringly then left the kitchen, with the orange juice, and went upstairs to check on Alvin.
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Simon took the glass of orange juice up to their room. He walked in quietly and set the juice on the table beside Alvin's bed. Alvin slowly opened his eyes and saw his brother standing there.
"How are you feeling?" Simon said in a quiet calm voice.
"Like something the cat coughed up." Alvin groaned.
"Harrumph! At least you get to sleep off *your* first hangover!" Simon said with a hint of regret as he sat at the edge of Alvin's bed.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Simon scoffed as he began to remember the first time he'd ever gotten drunk. "Well, if you must know. It was on my thirteenth birthday, and I was feeling really depressed. Mainly cause I was thinking of you guys. As usual, I had been wondering what you all were up to, and if I would actually get to go home again. My friends and I were all in the secret field. I remember that I wasn't much in the mood to talk and the others would notice this. Mary asked what was wrong and I explained to her and the others that it was my birthday." Simon paused for a bit to control his emotions by biting his lower lip for a moment. "They all did what they could to help cheer me up. After a bit, Jeff had then brought out a couple of bottles of liquor and offered some to Tom, Renee, Brian, Brenda, and myself. Figuring that there was nothing else going for us at the time we all went for it."
"Really? What happened then?" Alvin asked as he moved himself into a more comfortable position.
"Well, we just kept drinking and drinking the whole entire evening, u.until I harfed in a bush and passed out." Simon cringed as he admitted the humiliation he had felt of going through that experience. He then looked up at Alvin and gave a wryly smile. Alvin slowly shook his head in disbelieve.
"What happed after that?" Alvin asked with great interest in Simon's story.
"I think it was Jeff that pulled me up as soon as the sun rose and dusted me off. After he then took me to the lecture hall." Simon started to snicker as he now thought about it. "We must have looked so funny. Here are all of these kids sitting straight and paying attention to the speaker. While Mary and the others sat in a different section of the hall, the five of us were slumped over and struggling to stay awake and controlling the nauseous feeling in our stomachs."
Simon paused as he remembered his friends and again snickered. "Brian then suddenly pulled out a big book and placed it standing up on his desk and lied his head down behind it and fell asleep on us!"
Both brothers started to chuckle until Alvin's hangover got to him. "Ouch!" He said as he rubbed his sore head.
"I remember being really upset with him!" Simon laughed.
"Why? Cause he was sluffing off when he should have been paying attention?"
"No! I was angry, cause I didn't think of it first!"
Both of them began to laugh again. Alvin had to stop when it felt like his head was about to burst wide open. He then looked up at his brother again. "Brian sounded like a real character?"
"Yea.I'm sure you two would have gotten along! He would remind me of you or even Theodore sometimes!" Simon said as his smile slowly disappeared.
"Did he have an outgoing personality?" Alvin gloated.
"Not until after hanging with the rest of us. He told us one time that he never really had any friends, except his twin sister." Alvin could see the distant look on Simon's face as he remembered his friends and sympathized with him.
"Boys? I'm going now!" Dave said as he peered in from the door. "Are you going to be ok?"
"Yes Dave!" Simon said as he snapped back to reality then got up off of Alvin's bed.
"How about you, Alvin? Are you recovering ok from the bad shrimp?" Dave asked in a worried tone.
"Shrimp?" Alvin asked questionably.
"Yea, you know! The shrimp that made everyone at the party *really* sick!!" Simon looked at his sick brother in the eyes until he'd gotten the message.
"Oh yea.the shrimp!" Then Alvin's face went completely pail, and looked very nauseous. Mostly because of the thought of food would make him feel sick. He brought his hand up to his mouth to cover it, just in case.
"You don't need to go to the hospital or anything.?" Dave panicked a little when he saw that Alvin looked as if he were going to throw up again. "Maybe I should stay and make sure you're going to be ok, Alvin?" His parental instincts kicked in as he started to take off his jacket.
"No it's ok Dave! I'll take care of him!" Simon told Dave, reassuringly.
"Well ok, if you think you can handle yourselves until I get back?"
"Oh, we'll be fine Dave, we're not little kids anymore!" Simon laughed as he ushered their dad out of their room.
Alvin watch them leave and smiled at his brother.
The next morning, Theodore and Simon were downstairs in the kitchen. Simon was eating cereal and reading the newspaper, while Theodore smeared jam on his toast. Dave walked in with his suit on he took a piece of toast from the table and noticed Simon.
"Oh, so that's where the newspaper went!"
Simon lifted his head with the look of shear quilt. "Sorry Dave, I'm almost finished reading if you want it?"
"That's ok, I have to get going. I have an important meeting to get to." Dave thought for a moment while taking a bit of his piece of toast. "What's wrong with Alvin? I thought heard him throwing up in the bathroom last night!"
Simon froze then he slowly lifted his head from the newspaper once more and looked up at Dave. "Ah yea! Apparently Alvin had some bad shrimp at the party. Anybody who had it got very sick from it."
"Well you went to the party, did you not have any of this so called shrimp?" Dave asked trying to figure out if Simon was telling the truth, or not.
"I arrived kind of late, by the time I got there all the shrimp had already been eaten." Simon thought quickly as he still remained calm. He could feel his brother Theodore watching him with curiosity. Theodore knew the truth, and had promised not to talk about it.
"Remember Dave, I had that exam that I was also studding for. So Basically, I just went there got Alvin and brought him home. We barely made it home before he got really sick." Simon continued.
"Well, maybe I should give him some orange juice and check up on him before I go?" Dave said as he poured some orange juice into a glass and was ready to bring it up to Alvin.
"No Dave! It's ok; I'll bring it up to him! You need to get yourself ready to go." Simon said as he jumped up from his seat and grabbed the glass from Dave's hand.
"Are you sure?" Dave was not sure why Simon suddenly wanted to care for his brother all of a sudden, but he also knew that he was pressed for time as it is. He turned to Theodore as if he would have an answer. The young chubby chipmunk looked up nervously and quickly shrugged his shoulders. He then took a big bite of his toast so his mouth would be too full for him to speak. Theodore knew for sure if Dave got him to say anything that it would just come out wrong.
"Yea, Dave.I'm sure!" Simon said reassuringly then left the kitchen, with the orange juice, and went upstairs to check on Alvin.
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Simon took the glass of orange juice up to their room. He walked in quietly and set the juice on the table beside Alvin's bed. Alvin slowly opened his eyes and saw his brother standing there.
"How are you feeling?" Simon said in a quiet calm voice.
"Like something the cat coughed up." Alvin groaned.
"Harrumph! At least you get to sleep off *your* first hangover!" Simon said with a hint of regret as he sat at the edge of Alvin's bed.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Simon scoffed as he began to remember the first time he'd ever gotten drunk. "Well, if you must know. It was on my thirteenth birthday, and I was feeling really depressed. Mainly cause I was thinking of you guys. As usual, I had been wondering what you all were up to, and if I would actually get to go home again. My friends and I were all in the secret field. I remember that I wasn't much in the mood to talk and the others would notice this. Mary asked what was wrong and I explained to her and the others that it was my birthday." Simon paused for a bit to control his emotions by biting his lower lip for a moment. "They all did what they could to help cheer me up. After a bit, Jeff had then brought out a couple of bottles of liquor and offered some to Tom, Renee, Brian, Brenda, and myself. Figuring that there was nothing else going for us at the time we all went for it."
"Really? What happened then?" Alvin asked as he moved himself into a more comfortable position.
"Well, we just kept drinking and drinking the whole entire evening, u.until I harfed in a bush and passed out." Simon cringed as he admitted the humiliation he had felt of going through that experience. He then looked up at Alvin and gave a wryly smile. Alvin slowly shook his head in disbelieve.
"What happed after that?" Alvin asked with great interest in Simon's story.
"I think it was Jeff that pulled me up as soon as the sun rose and dusted me off. After he then took me to the lecture hall." Simon started to snicker as he now thought about it. "We must have looked so funny. Here are all of these kids sitting straight and paying attention to the speaker. While Mary and the others sat in a different section of the hall, the five of us were slumped over and struggling to stay awake and controlling the nauseous feeling in our stomachs."
Simon paused as he remembered his friends and again snickered. "Brian then suddenly pulled out a big book and placed it standing up on his desk and lied his head down behind it and fell asleep on us!"
Both brothers started to chuckle until Alvin's hangover got to him. "Ouch!" He said as he rubbed his sore head.
"I remember being really upset with him!" Simon laughed.
"Why? Cause he was sluffing off when he should have been paying attention?"
"No! I was angry, cause I didn't think of it first!"
Both of them began to laugh again. Alvin had to stop when it felt like his head was about to burst wide open. He then looked up at his brother again. "Brian sounded like a real character?"
"Yea.I'm sure you two would have gotten along! He would remind me of you or even Theodore sometimes!" Simon said as his smile slowly disappeared.
"Did he have an outgoing personality?" Alvin gloated.
"Not until after hanging with the rest of us. He told us one time that he never really had any friends, except his twin sister." Alvin could see the distant look on Simon's face as he remembered his friends and sympathized with him.
"Boys? I'm going now!" Dave said as he peered in from the door. "Are you going to be ok?"
"Yes Dave!" Simon said as he snapped back to reality then got up off of Alvin's bed.
"How about you, Alvin? Are you recovering ok from the bad shrimp?" Dave asked in a worried tone.
"Shrimp?" Alvin asked questionably.
"Yea, you know! The shrimp that made everyone at the party *really* sick!!" Simon looked at his sick brother in the eyes until he'd gotten the message.
"Oh yea.the shrimp!" Then Alvin's face went completely pail, and looked very nauseous. Mostly because of the thought of food would make him feel sick. He brought his hand up to his mouth to cover it, just in case.
"You don't need to go to the hospital or anything.?" Dave panicked a little when he saw that Alvin looked as if he were going to throw up again. "Maybe I should stay and make sure you're going to be ok, Alvin?" His parental instincts kicked in as he started to take off his jacket.
"No it's ok Dave! I'll take care of him!" Simon told Dave, reassuringly.
"Well ok, if you think you can handle yourselves until I get back?"
"Oh, we'll be fine Dave, we're not little kids anymore!" Simon laughed as he ushered their dad out of their room.
Alvin watch them leave and smiled at his brother.