Author's note:
Originally written in 2011, this story has been lovingly
revised and updated with additional content.
This story is for anyone who has faced trauma in the
past, and who still find the courage to stand back up
every day. I admire you.
Please enjoy.
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The Song of Hope Series:
"The Bespectacled Two"
An Alvin and the Chipmunks Fanfiction
By C.
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It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon at the Millers' residence. The old brick house sat back against the woods, with rows of little yellow, purple, and white pansies lining the outer porch, where old Miss Miller sat on a wooden swing with a hardback book in hand.
It was the direct middle of summer and, as expected, it was hot; the thermometer read ninety-two degrees Fahrenheit. After seeing how overheated the little ones were getting, after playing outside for only half an hour- and after noting that their fur couldn't possibly be helping them get any cooler- Miss Miller had granted them permission to play with the spray hose for a short while.
"Um, Miss Miller…?"
The old woman looked up from her book, pulling her glasses down so that she could see the little chipette peeking out of the screen door of the house.
"Hello, Jeanette," Miss Miller said in her soft, kind voice characteristic of old age, "Are you having fun?"
Jeanette smiled in her sideways little way. "Yeah…but I'm really thirsty. Can, uh, can you help me get some water, please?"
"Sure, sweetie," Miss Miller replied, setting her book down on the nearby wicker table before heading inside.
Meanwhile, in the closed-in back yard of the Miller household, the other five chipmunks were running wild as always. Alvin was busy chasing the others with an arc of cold water blasting from the water hose in his hands.
Alvin laughed as he tried to spray Eleanor, who squealed in response and dove behind a nearby hedge alongside Theodore. Brittany poked her head out from behind the tall oak, her fur soaked with water.
"Hey, hotshot!" she yelled, "Bring it on!" The eldest chipette playfully stuck her tongue out at her counterpart, who proceeded to come charging at the tree, laughing aloud. Brittany yelped and ducked for cover as a blast of water smacked into the oak, sending a cold spray flying through the air.
"Your day has come, Agent Pink!" Alvin taunted, "Give up while you can!"
"Never to you, Verminator!" Brittany shot back, launching herself at the chipmunk.
Laughing like a maniac, Alvin took off back around the yard as Brittany bolted after him. The chipmunk sprayed the hose frantically over his shoulder in an attempt to deter his pursuer, but to no avail.
Suddenly, the rope of the hose reached its full length, and cut short in Alvin's hands. It snapped up, caught around the eldest chipmunk's leg, and sent him spinning into the grass. Brittany, who had been following just behind Alvin, was unable to stop in time on the slippery grass. She tripped over the hose and found herself tumbling onto the chipmunk. Theodore and Eleanor burst out laughing from the cover of the nearby hedges.
Alvin looked up, grinning coyly at Brittany as she lay across him.
"Well," he said, "Fancy meeting you here!"
"Oh, ha-ha!" Brittany snapped, reaching up to playfully flick her counterpart on the nose with one hand.
"Ouch!" Alvin joked, "Medic! I'm hit!" The chipmunk burst out laughing yet again as Brittany wrapped her hands lightly around his throat, pretending to strangle him as she jerked him up and down.
"Al-vin-would-you-shut-up!?" Brittany snapped playfully.
Alvin just smiled up at Brittany in a sly way, his hand scrabbling to try and find the water hose that had fallen nearby. It was nowhere to be found.
"Eh-hem…"
Brittany and Alvin paused, looking up to see Simon standing over them, a sly grin across his face. In one hand was the hose's spray-head; the middle chipmunk was tapping it with his claws and snickering evilly at the two eldest siblings.
"Uh-oh…" Alvin muttered.
Simon smiled wider, raised the nozzle to point right at Alvin and Brittany, and pulled the rubber trigger.
Alvin and Brittany yelped and scrambled to untangle themselves as a freezing-cold blast of water shot from the hose, drenching them in an icy spray. As they finally leapt to their feet and took off running, they made sure to run right past Theodore and Eleanor's hiding spot, prompting the two youngest ones to jump from the hedges and run right along with them as the stream of water filtered right through the small leaves.
Simon laughed his best evil-genius cackle as all four of the others bolted for the cover of the large oak tree, getting utterly soaked the whole way there. Simon was right on their tails. They dove behind the tree, but the attacking chipmunk quickly circled around the other side, causing the four to cry out in surprise and quickly bolt out from their cover, darting in different directions.
"Nice one, Si!" Alvin laughed.
"Can't hit me, four-eyes!" Brittany taunted. Simon instantly whipped around, causing the pink-clad chipette to yelp in surprise as his icy spray caught her right in her bare, light brown belly. She promptly grabbed Alvin and used him as a screaming, squirming shield to block the onslaught until both of them could jump out of sight.
Theodore and Eleanor held up their hands in surrender as they approached.
"Uh…we're taking…a break, Simon," Theodore said, his breathing heavy. The youngest chipmunk's light brown fur was soaking wet.
Eleanor lowered her hands to her knees, breathing heavily as cool water and sweat dripped from her even lighter fur and lime-green suit. "Yeah," she said breathlessly, "We're…pooped…"
"Alright," Simon said, finding himself just out of breath as well, "Keep out of the crossfire, fellas." He gave them a comical fake salute.
The two youngest ones laughed breathlessly as they returned the salute, and slowly made their way back towards Miss Miller's house, heading for the wooden stairs that led up into the laundry room of the small brick home.
As Simon watched them go, he noticed another chipette suddenly walk through the hedges on the farther side of the yard, this one dressed in striped lavender bathing suit.
'Jeanette…' Simon thought, 'Alright, my friend, now it's your turn…' The chipmunk ducked behind the oak, smiling slyly to himself as he waited for his target to come closer.
"Hey, where is everybody?" Jeanette called, glancing over her seemingly empty back yard as she stepped forward, "Hello?"
"We're back here, Jean!" Brittany called from the far hedges, poking her head out from the tiny, dark green leaves. Alvin hid beside her, waiting to make sure there was no incoming blast of water.
"Oh, okay!" Jeanette called back. She started through the grass towards her friends.
Simon heard the soft crunching of footsteps coming nearer, and his hand tightened on the hose's rubber nozzle as he prepared to playfully ambush his counterpart. He smiled, thinking of how surprised she would be.
Brittany's grin faded, and her gaze flicked from hiding Simon to Jeanette. Her eyes widened and her smile disappeared as she realized what Simon was planning to do.
"No!" Brittany cried, "Wait, stop!"
Too late.
Smiling, Jeanette poked her head around the large oak tree, expecting to find more of her friends hiding there.
"Oh hello, Si-"
A blast of ice-cold water struck the chipette in the face and chest. Jeanette cried out and threw her hands up, staggering back from the cold spray as Simon laughed cheerfully. Mistaking the chipette's cry as one of delight, the middle chipmunk continued to hose down his friend.
Jeanette staggered back further and tripped, falling hard on her rear in the grass, still struggling to shield herself from Simon's unwarranted attack as she scrambled backwards on all fours.
"Stop it, Simon!" Brittany yelled, taking Alvin by surprise as she leapt from the wall of hedges and took off running straight for the middle chipmunk.
Simon did not realize his mistake until Jeanette let out a scream of terror, curling up into a ball on the grass, holding her arms over her head as she tried to defend herself.
"Jeanette?!" Simon exclaimed, tossing the hose aside. As soon as the spray of water no longer clouded the air, the chipmunk saw that something was wrong. "Jeanette!"
Poor Jeanette was sitting up, halfway curled up on the ground, her arms clasped tightly over her head. From the short distance between them, Simon could easily see that his soaked friend was shaking like a leaf; not so much of cold, but of pure fear. Jeanette drew in a short breath and let out a crying wail. Stunned, Simon found himself wondering what he should do.
"What'd you do that for, you jerk!?"
Simon turned- just in time to get shoved by Brittany as the infuriated chipette moved to defend her trembling sister. Simon stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet from the force of Brittany's push.
"Wha…I…I didn't…" he stuttered.
"Shut it!" Brittany snapped, "She was just coming out here to play with you, and you shoot her with a hose?!"
"He didn't know she'd cry about getting wet, Brittany!" Alvin yelled, as he ran up beside his bewildered brother. Jeanette curled up a bit tighter, leaning against the large trunk of the oak as she continued to cry loudly into her arms, hugging her short, bushy tail around her body.
"Don't you call my sister a coward!" Brittany snapped back, standing wide over her sibling.
"Well, she's definitely not a-!" Alvin began, but everyone froze as Miss Miller's voice called out from the back porch:
"What's going on out here?"
Everyone except Jeanette peeked out around the tree to see the old woman heading towards them, a stern look on her somewhat wrinkled face. Theodore and Eleanor followed her, wondering what was causing so much commotion, worry evident in their eyes as they hid behind the old woman's legs.
"Well now you're in trouble," Brittany muttered, glaring heavily at Simon with her arms crossed.
Simon's mind raced as he struggled to come up with something to do. Obviously, something had gone very wrong when he had simply tried to playfully spray Jeanette with the hose, but he did not know what that something was.
Miss Miller finally caught sight of the crying, shivering form of Jeanette, and gasped slightly, quickening her pace to the group.
"Dearies, what happened?" she asked sternly, "Why is Jeanette all wet? And why is she crying?" She looked at the group of quailing chipmunks, waiting for an answer, while Theodore and Eleanor hid quietly behind her legs.
"It was Simon!" Brittany said angrily, "Jeanette came out here to see him, and he shot her with the hose!"
"He didn't know she would cry about it!" Alvin defended, "Si was just playing around! Right, bro?"
"Not cool, man," Eleanor muttered, crossing her arms. Theodore looked uncertainly between his brothers and his friend.
Simon gave Alvin and Theodore a troubled look, his face darkening with shame under Miss Miller's glare. He lowered his gaze back to Jeanette, unable to take the impact of so many accusations when not even he knew what had gone so wrong.
"Y…Yeah…" he said softly, "I…I didn't mean…"
Miss Miller seemed to notice how Simon stared past the defensive form of Brittany to the sobbing shape of Jeanette. The woman sighed.
"Alright, everyone," Miss Miller said, "Go on inside and find a seat in the living room. I'll be in to talk to you shortly."
"But he-!" Brittany began, but Miss Miller tittered at her.
"Ah-ah, I'll take it from here, dear. You can leave her, it's okay."
Alvin and Brittany groaned, but obediently followed their younger siblings back towards the Miller residence- but not before Brittany shot him the coldest glare he'd ever seen. Simon stared glumly back.
"Simon," Miss Miller said, causing the chipmunk to jerk a bit, "Please, sit down."
Nervous, Simon immediately did as he was told, not taking his eyes off his sobbing friend as he did so. Miss Miller surprised him by sitting down in between him and Jeanette, not seeming to care about the wet grass, and quickly put one warm hand around the shivering chipette.
"It's alright, sweetie," the kind old woman said, using her thumb to caress the chipette's soaked hair. Jeanette's cries softened, but did not stop, as she hid her soaked, furry face in her caretaker's white robe.
Simon was still so confused. He felt ashamed, he felt sorry, he felt embarrassed, but most of all, he just wanted to know what he had done to make his best friend so upset.
Did he surprise her? Scare her? Somehow hurt her?
Simon was so caught up in pondering the possibilities that it took him a moment to realize Miss Miller was already speaking.
"Excuse me? Simon?" the woman said, causing Simon to blink himself back to alertness.
"Oh…I…s-sorry…" he said softly, refusing to meet her eyes.
Miss Miller stared at the quailing chipmunk for a moment, before turning down to the still-trembling Jeanette. "Sweetie?" she asked gently, "Is it alright if I tell him?"
Jeanette pulled her face away from her caretaker's robe, shivering, and glanced up at her with teary eyes. Her gaze flickered to the worried eyes of her friend, and finally to the ground. She nodded.
"Alright," Miss Miller said, "Simon?"
The chipmunk gave the old woman his attention without hesitation, sitting up straighter so that he could hear her easier. "Y-Yes, Miss Miller?"
"As good a friend to my little Jeanette as you've been, you deserve to know…"
The old woman paused, then:
"Jeanette…is terribly afraid of water. Deep, cold, or rushing water, or any combination of the sort. Have you noticed that every time we go to the beach, or to a pool, she only so much as gets her feet wet?"
Simon thought for a moment…and the realization hit him like a brick.
"She cannot stand having it in her face, hardly at all. When she was younger, I had to give her baths separate from her sisters because their roughhousing would always end up splashing little Jeanette, and for some reason even I do not know, she would get so terribly afraid-"
"F-f-flood…"
Both Simon and Miss Miller looked over in surprise at Jeanette's interruption, and saw her staring off into nowhere with frightfully wide eyes. Her pupils were as small as pinpricks. It sent a disturbing tingle down Simon's back.
"Flood?" Miss Miller asked gently, her brow wrinkled with concern, "What flood, sweetie?"
"B-Before…a l-long time ago, before we…we were sent to the orphanage…we…we lived by a river…" Jeanette sniffed, struggling to hold back her tears before she continued, covering her mouth as if she were going to be sick.
"B-Brittany…and me...we had a home. We were so small…and the storm was so bad, it...it..." The soaked chipette sniffed again, leaning tighter against Miss Miller's side.
"It took everything...e-everything we built. It was j-just so bad..."
Jeanette simply broke down after she finished, burying her face in the old woman's side and sobbing as if the weight of the world was pouring out of her. Miss Miller's eyes widened a bit, and she turned and looked at the chipmunk sitting beside her. Simon did not look up to her, but instead kept his worried gaze concentrated right on his beloved friend, his eyes filled with concern. Somehow she knew he could do more for her little Jeanette than she ever could.
Miss Miller sighed.
"Alright, little ones," she said, "I'm going to go talk to the others, if they haven't torn the house apart by now. Jeanette, thank you. It's good to talk about things like that. It really gets the cork out of your bottle, doesn't it?"
Jeanette sniffled fitfully, and nodded again.
"Simon, I believe you owe Jeanette an apology?"
"Yes, ma'am," Simon replied without hesitation.
"Okay then." Miss Miller groaned as she got back to her feet, her old joints audibly cracking in protest. "You two can stay out here. The others will be out shortly. I'll do my best to keep them out of your hair. Er, fur." With one last kind smile, the old showrunner turned and headed back to the house.
As soon as he heard the soft 'click', Simon was dashing straight to Jeanette, wrapping his arms around the chipette's sopping wet body to hug her tightly but gently around her middle. He took her off guard for the second time that evening.
"S-Simon!?" Jeanette asked, shocked. Her cheeks flushed against the cold.
"I'm so sorry, Jeanette," Simon said gently, "I…I didn't know. But that's no excuse…what I did was mean and…unnecessary. I got carried away, and I should be better than that." He paused, willingly sharing his body heat with his dear friend as part of his apology.
"Will you…please, forgive me…?"
Jeanette was lost in a feeling of wonder as she continued to be held in Simon's friendly embrace. His hug was so warm, so comfortable, that the chipette closed her eyes, forgetting to answer him.
She was enjoying the warmth, humming softly with contentment. Suddenly, Simon pulled back from his hug to meet Jeanette's gaze. Before she could ask why, she noticed that there were tears in her friend's gray-blue eyes.
"J-Jeanette…?" he said, his voice cracking a bit, "Is…is that a no…?"
Jeanette gasped softly. "Oh, Simon…" she said gently, sniffing again, "Of course I forgive you…you're my…my best friend. I should have told you about that a long time ago. I'm sorry…"
Simon blinked the built-up tears of worry from his eyes and looked at his bespectacled friend in astonishment.
"Jeanette, no. It was my mistake alone. Regardless of whether or not I knew you were aqua-phobic, that was a terrible thing to do, and…I'm sorry."
Simon paused, looking somewhat shy in Jeanette's eyes. "If…if I had known then I never would have done that."
Jeanette pulled back, tilted her head a bit, her soft green eyes flickering as she studied her friend's face. Simon struggled to keep from blushing; something about being so perilously close to Jeanette made him peculiarly uncomfortable.
Jeanette's face brightened, and she took Simon off guard by wrapping her arms around him in a happy embrace, giggling timidly as she did so. Simon blushed, stunned, but he was grateful as he returned the hug.
The two chipmunks were so briefly enamored that they did not notice the group standing behind them…until Alvin abruptly cleared his throat. Simon and Jeanette's eyes snapped open. They pulled apart, and Simon turned to see his older brother staring down at him with a smug expression on his face.
"Well, well, bro," he said, as the others tried to hide their giggling, "Are we, ah, interrupting?"
Simon and Jeanette's faces flushed a shade of red that could be seen through their fur.
"W-w-we, uh, I mean, she and I…w-we were-!" Simon stammered.
"Hey, it's alright," Eleanor said cheerily.
"Yeah!" Theodore quipped, "There's nothing wrong with hugs, Simon!"
Eleanor giggled, and took the youngest chipmunk off-guard by whirling around on him. The entire group burst out laughing as the youngest chipette knocked little Theodore right off his feet with a playful hug that sent them both tumbling into the grass, bowling over a sputtering Alvin as they rolled away.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Simon laughed, his voice still edged with embarrassment. The middle chipmunk stood to his feet, turning to address Brittany. "So, um…I had no idea about the thing with the...the flood. Are- are we, you know…cool?"
Brittany's smile faded, and she tilted her head, giving Simon and Jeanette a critical eye. "She…she told you?"
"Yeah…"
Jeanette nodded.
"Wow...good job," Brittany said in an unusually level tone. Simon winced. "Hey, I mean it! She didn't even tell Miss Miller about that before. I don't think she's told anyone before."
"Tell the old lady 'bout what, hothead?" Alvin quipped, butting right into the conversation.
"Nunyo." the chipette muttered, glaring at Alvin with annoyed ice-blue eyes.
"Nunyo…?" the red-clad chipmunk asked, puzzled, "Nunyo wha-?"
"None yo business, boy!" Brittany snapped, elbowing the eldest chipmunk away while he chuckled all the way. With the interruption gone, the eldest chipette turned to address Simon yet again, in an oddly soft tone…for Brittany.
"Well, I'm not much for forgiveness, but, alright," Brittany gave Simon a sly smile, eyes twinkling. "I'm really more for revenge, but, well, Jean's got that one covered."
Brittany suddenly whirled around and dashed away across the yard, leaving Simon somewhat puzzled as he remained standing by the oak tree.
"Wait...what?" he called.
"Uh, Si?" Alvin said as he slowly backed away from his middle brother, a smile matching Brittany's plastered on his face, "Turn around, bro!"
Simon cocked his head, and promptly turned back to Jeanette…and found himself staring down the barrel of a spray nozzle. He yelped as an ice-cold spray of water blasted him right on his bare, furry chest, sending him wheeling across the grass.
Jeanette giggled as she held up the hose that Simon had discarded earlier, bouncing on one foot from the recoil, squeezing its dark rubber handle as she drenched her friend.
Simon let out a cheerful cry as he struggled to shield himself from his friend's playfully vengeful attack- and suddenly bolted away, laughing as Jeanette took off after him, giggling with joy.
Jeanette was, oddly, as happy as could be. She felt as if a dark pressure was lifted from her chest, as if she could breathe better knowing that both Simon and Miss Miller knew the truth. In admitting her weakness, she felt stronger than ever.
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Simon and Jeanette lay on their backs in the soft grass of the Millers' backyard, staring up at the slowly darkening plane of sky above them. The soft crescent moon had already appeared, despite the streaks of soft blue and warm orange that rippled across the late afternoon sky. The beautiful colors reflected in their glasses as they watched the clouds drift by.
Jeanette sighed softly, a content smile on her lips.
"This has been fun, Simon," she said softly, looking over at her counterpart. The fur of both chipmunks was still damp from the day's events.
Simon looked back, sharing his friend's soft smile. "I wish we could do this more often. It seems every day, we get busier and busier, and then, well..."
"Yeah…"
They were silent again, watching a handful of fireflies spark to life across the lawn. The heat of the summer day was long gone, and the night air was beginning to chill the pair of friends.
"Simon?" Jeanette asked softly.
"Yeah?"
"Um…I…I just…" The chipette sighed. "Thanks…"
Simon gave her a quizzical look. "For what?"
"For…not thinking less of me…you know?"
"What?" Simon asked, surprised. He shifted so that he could look right at his friend, but she ignored his gaze, continuing to stare up at the dark sky.
"Jeanette," the chipmunk said firmly despite his stammer, "You...are...th-the nicest, most brilliant girl I've ever met. A-and you're...b-beautiful to match. The most b-beautiful, I mean." He was wringing his hands nervously. "Is that- is that okay for me to say?"
The chipette did not respond.
"Jeanette?"
Simon looked over at his silent friend again, and was shocked to see a single, shining tear rolling down her furry little cheek.
"Jean? Are you alright?" the middle chipmunk asked, alarmed. He rolled over so that he lay next to his friend, laying a gentle hand on the exposed fur of her belly. Jeanette whined softly, quickly swiping the tear with one hand.
"I'm f-fine…" she said softly, turning her head so that Simon could not see her face. He felt her body shudder slightly under his touch. But Simon was persistent.
"Come on, Jeanette," he said sweetly, putting one arm around Jeanette. She seemed to be fighting to keep from crying. "Please? I saw those tears…are you okay?"
Jeanette looked her best friend right in his eyes, seeing the care and worry deep inside them. She felt his gentle invitation for an embrace, just in case she needed it: a cautioned arm across her middle.
She did need it.
Jeanette's dark green eyes grew shiny…and the trembling chipette finally lost her battle. She broke down into tears, sitting up so that she could bury her face in her hands. Immediately, Simon sat up with her, gently hugging the quietly sobbing chipette in his arms.
"Aw, Jeanette…" he said gently, "Please, tell me what's wrong?"
"I changed, Simon," Jeanette sobbed. She pulled off her purple-rimmed glasses to wipe at her eyes and nose with one arm. She gave her friend a forlorn look, her bare face a rare sight. To her, he was just a sad blur of browns and blues.
"I was hurt, and I changed," she cried, and the words came tumbling out with her streams of tears, "Sometimes it comes back, and I'm not me. I'm just weak, like I was before. And sometimes, I can't remember at all. I don't even know what happened to me. It was dark, and terrible, and cold, and then everything was gone."
Jeanette was close to wailing. "And now it comes back a-and I don't know why. I lose m-myself. I c-can't help but w-wonder if...maybe the other Jeanette was better. If you would've liked m-me more th-that way. If the old J-Jeanette was s-stronger."
"You're anything but weak," Simon cut in gently. He smiled as he slipped Jeanette's glasses from her hand. She watched him, sniffling and confused, as he wiped her lenses clean with the driest part of his shirt he could find.
"Trauma..." he said cautiously, "Shows itself in...all sorts of inconvenient little ways. You know how Theodore is afraid of birds? It wasn't a raptor, or even a corvid. It was a pigeon. A fat, harmless pigeon. A pigeon jumped him for his food when he was very little. Didn't leave a scratch on him. Now, the little man freezes when he meets anything avian at all. Literally anything with feathers. But do you know what he says if you ask him about the pigeon? He'll say...'what pigeon do you mean? I don't remember any pigeons.' Nothing at all. Not even a scar, not a single one."
Simon held Jeanette's glasses up to the waning sky and squinted at them, first through one lens, then the other. They were flawless and clear.
"It's just unfortunate," he continued, "Some scars just can't be seen. It doesn't mean they're any easier to heal. It doesn't mean they hurt any less."
Simon leaned closer to Jeanette. The only thing in the world was his face. He wore a kind smile, and his face was full of care. His thumbs swept over her eyes and cheeks, wiping her tears away.
"You're making a mess," Simon murmured, grinning, "Didn't you just say you're afraid of this stuff or something?"
Jeanette blinked as she thought for a second. A little sideways smile touched her lips. "Oh, Simon," she whispered, sniffing loudly.
"That's a little bit better," Simon said, tilting his head, "Just one thing missing."
The chipmunk looped the band of Jeanette's glasses around her head and eased them down into position. With a bit of squinting and wiggling, Jeanette was back to her familiar self. The world came back into clear focus, and Simon with it.
"Jean," he said, holding her by the shoulders, "I don't know the whole story. I don't know everything that happened. All I know is that I wouldn't trade the you I have in front of me for any other theoretical Jeanettes from some other time or place. There's no such thing as a better you. In fact, I'm not sure I would- mph!"
Jeanette's kiss brought Simon to a squeaking halt. It was quick, but sweet and sincere. They held together for just a moment, mostly thanks to Simon freezing up so thoroughly that he toppled backwards into the grass catching himself on his arms.
"J-Jeanette!" he stammered.
"Walk me home, Simon?" The chipette asked, her cheeks tinged pink. She held out her hand.
Simon shook his head clear, straightened his glasses, rose up, and took her hand in his. He grunted softly as he helped Jeanette stand, where she swayed slightly on unsteady feet. His tail flicked happily.
"With me, madam?" Simon asked with a smile, holding out his elbow in a loop.
"You're too kind, ser," Jeanette replied, putting her arm through his.
As fireflies danced and katydids sang, the two dear friends strode through the fence gate and headed towards the grand purple wisteria tree that cradled the Chipettes' treehouse. It was always a beautiful sight, but tonight, the eyes of the bespectacled two were only on each other.
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"Awwwww my go-od!" Eleanor wailed as she handed Brittany back the binoculars and threw herself onto her bed, "They're so adorable! I'm literally going to cry!"
"Shh! Ellie!" her older sister snapped, "They'll hear you!" Brittany peeked back through the binoculars over the edge of their bedroom window, trying to believe she'd just seen what she'd seen. After a moment of watching Simon and Jeanette stroll through the clover and fireflies, Brittany bit her lip and gave Eleanor a sideways look.
"Alright, alright, fine. Yeah, they're pretty cute. Uh, Eleanor?"
Eleanor was occupied by squeezing a pillow and squealing into it. "Mpphhhhh!"
Brittany shook her head, rolled her eyes, and tossed the binoculars back into Jeanette's chest of random junk. She padded over to her open vanity and sat down to brush her ponytail out, preparing for bed.
Quietly, under her breath, she whispered.
"Proud of you, sis."
~END~
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