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Next Afternoon:

RINNNNNNG! RINNNNNNG! RINNNNNNG!

"Hello," I echoed into the phone.

"Hey Jean," Simon said.

"Hey baby," Brittany joyfully screamed to Alvin.

"Hey babe," Alvin returned.

"OMG, you can't believe what happened, so--," Brittany blurted out.

"Britt, stop, so yeah, what did you guys have to ask?" I interrupted.

"You girls wanna come over?" Alvin asked.

Brittany looked down, and became quieter. "I don't think we should."

"Why not," Alvin questioned.

"Can we come over there?" Theodore sweetly gasped.

"I guess, let me ask," Eleanor said.

Eleanor ran to Miss Miller in the kitchen to ask if the chipmunks could come over.

"Well, who're the people yesterday," Simon asked curiously.

"Miss Miller said 'YES!'" Eleanor yelled.

"We'll tell you once you get here," I said.

10 minutes later:

The chipmunks hollered, "Noooooo," with a flabbergasted look.

"Yes, they're our parents," we answered in harmony.

"And Miss Miller?!" they questioned.

"She is goanna die sometime around October," I speedily explained.

"Noooo!"

"Yes!"

Oh my gosh, they're annoying the bonkers out of me! How many times do we have to say it for them to believe us?

"Are you sure?"

"O-M-G, YES," Brittany loudly whispered.

"We're really shocked and miserable because of this," Ellie quietly said. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"So it's definite?" Alvin asked.

Simon rapidly raised his hand and swung it against Alvin's head.

"Oww," Alvin yelled in pain.

"Yes, Alvin, they're a hundred percent sure," Simon sighed in annoyance. "So, what do we do now?"

"Hey, don't hurt my boyfriend." Brittany ran up to Alvin, "You okay, hun?" Alvin rubbed his head and nodded at Brittany.

"Lets watch a movie," Eleanor insisted, trying to change the subject.

Theo lit up with happiness and yelled, "With snacks!" Theo started to pat his chubby stomach and bit his lip.

"No scary movies, please," I ordered.

"What movie…" Brittany wondered loudly, completely ignoring what I just said.

"No, chick flicks," Alvin yelled.

Brittany rolled her eyes and muttered, "Fine." She came closer to Alvin and pressed her lips against his.

Theodore and Eleanor ran into the kitchen and got popcorn, chips, and soda. Simon inserted the DVD into the TV. I dimmed the lights. Brittany closed the blinds. Alvin, of course, did nothing but sit there.

They chose a scary movie. Why am I always ignored?

Once the movie started, everyone sat on the floor in front of the TV in our room. As we were watching a frightening movie, a dreadfully horrifying scene came up. Out of habit I screamed, shut my eyes and hugged Simon. He then let out a chuckle and he did the move.

You know, the move. Where guys would pretended to yawn and they would extend their arms in the air and settled it around the chick's shoulders. It was just like in the movies you see in the theaters.

The instant he laid his arm on my shoulder, a sudden jolt of electricity ran down my spine. I thought to myself, Has he been working out?

His arm was surprisingly well-muscled. I could never tell because he's usually wearing that blue sweater of his. So how would I know? After a while, I placed my head on his shoulder. I could feel myself blushing as my cheeks became hotter and hotter. Right next to me, Brittany and Alvin were snuggled together giving each other multiple pecks on the lips.

I looked at Simon's gorgeous gray eyes and thought to myself…Oh, my gosh, oh my gosh, OH, MY GOSH! I think I do like him! Why, won't he ask me out though? Does he like me or not? He keeps making a move, I think. Is he? I mean he likes me, I guess. But, he doesn't seem to show me. This is so confusing!

After the movie ended I was still very puzzled. I didn't pay a bit of attention to the movie. I thought about Simon and I. I couldn't get him out of my head.

"Well, I'm beat," Simon yawned.

Great, he's trying to leave as soon as possible. Did I do something wrong? Did my breath stink?! I threw my hand up to my mouth and let out two breaths. I quickly sniffed the air trapped in my hand. Nope, my breath is fine. So, what's wrong? I should just tell him to get it over with. I nodded my head with determination. I have to tell him everything! This is my chance. It's either now or never!

I toddled closer to Simon and attempted to confess my feelings towards him. "Hey, Si…"

I was unexpectedly cut short by Dave. "Boys?"

"We're upstairs Dave," Theodore bellowed.

I heard Miss Miller and Dave's footsteps going up the stairs.

Dang it!

Simon's eyes locked into mine. "Yeah, Jean?" I stepped farther away from his body.

Miss Miller and Dave were underneath our bedroom door entrance. "Boys, it's time to go home now."

I stepped even further away from him. "Jean, what's your question," Simon asked, sounding more impatient.

Everybody's eyes were fixed on us. My head dropped and I was staring at my blue untied sneakers. It was really nerve-racking that everyone was staring.

I heard myself mumble, "Oh, um, nothing. Just forget about it. It's not important."

I looked over Simon's shoulder and I saw Miss Miller word out, "Nothing's not important." It's like she knew very well what I intended to do.

"Um, okay then," Simon said, confused. "Bye?"

The chipmunks and Dave left our house and shut the door.

"Bye," I whispered in silence.

It's either now or never, I thought to myself. Apparently, that was it. It's never. Simon and I, as something more than friends, will be a never. If friendship was all he had to offer, then I'll take it. It's better than nothing.

Author's Note: Well, here's the fourth chapter. So far, it's my shortest chapter, but I'm very satisfied with it. I love making them, almost do something together! To me it makes things more interesting. Seems like she's in love! And, it's very chatty, I've noticed. Talking is important. Please review! I accept anonymous reviews!