"Eleanor!" Brittany cried, as she ran into the bedroom. "Eleanor! Eleanor!"
"What happened?!" Eleanor shrieked, nearly jumping out of her skin.
"I was in the kitchen, looking for where Miss Miller hid all the grape soda", Brittany began, "and Jeanette came home, and guess what I overheard her ask Miss Miller?!"
"What?!" Eleanor asked, sounding worried.
"She said... 'Miss Miller, can I be fitted for contacts?'!" Brittany stated.
Eleanor's jaw dropped. At the moment, she was holding a hairbrush in hand. Not anymore, as she slammed the brush to the floor.
"It's that boyfriend of her's!" Eleanor declared. "He said something to make Jeanette part with her glasses to get contacts! Jeanette would never wear contacts!"
"I say when she gets up here, we drag it out of her!" Brittany said.
"But we'll have to be subtle about it..." Eleanor said.
Just then, Jeanette walked into the room.
"Hi, girls!" Jeanette squeaked, as she walked into the room.
Both Brittany and Eleanor waited for the other to say something, until, finally, Eleanor spoke up. "So... how did your date go?"
"It went wonderful!" Jeanette said, while in the closet, changing. "Very romantic, not a single flaw to deminish the evening..."
"Jeanette, I heard you ask Miss Miller to be fitted for contacts!" Brittany called out.
"Oh, that's very subtle..." Eleanor mumbled, through her hands, covering her face.
Jeanette came out of the closet, in her nightgown. "Yeah, so?"
"Well, Jeanette," Eleanor began, "you never wanted to wear contacts before..."
"Glasses are overrated." Jeanette said. "Besides, I'm always losing them, or breaking them... I wouldn't have those problems if I had contacts..."
"What did that guy say to you?" Brittany asked.
"What are you talking about, Brittany?" Jeanette asked.
"You know what I'm talking about!" Brittany said, as she walked up to Jeanette. "That guy told you to stop wearing your glasses, didn't he?"
"Not at all!" Jeanette said. "He just said he happens to find my eyes extremely beautiful."
"So?" Brittany asked.
"Well," Jeanette began, "in addition to always losing them, or breaking them, they disrupt my eyes from Rod's point of view."
Brittany placed her hands on the sides of Jeanette's face, and pulled it close to her's, to the point their noses were pressed together. Brittany looked dead into Jeanette's eyes.
"I can see your extremely beautiful eyes just fine." Brittany said, sternly.
"Oh Brittany..." Jeanette said, breaking away from her big sister.
"But Jeanette," Eleanor said, "you used to love your glasses... you always talked about how they were... well... you!"
"Exactly!" Brittany added. "You giving up your glasses would be like Eleanor giving up sports... Simon giving up science experiments... Theodore giving up food... Alvin giving up his red ballcap..."
"Brittany giving up all of her stylish clothes!" Eleanor added.
"Don't push it, Eleanor..." Brittany said.
Jeanette groaned. "You girls just don't understand."
"We understand, perfectly," Eleanor said, "your boyfriend's trying to change you!"
"No he's not..." Jeanette said, as she slipped into her bed, "I just want to please him is all, he likes my eyes, he'll see them a lot better if I wore contacts, instead of glasses. Night."
Brittany sighed, and walked over to Eleanor's bed. Eleanor sighed as well. They miss Jeanette. The real Jeanette. What was Simon going to think? When Brittany and Eleanor secretly met up with him again the next day, Simon was in for a surprise.
"Jeanette wearing contacts?" Simon asked.
"Yep." Brittany and Eleanor said, simultaneously.
"What year is this?" Simon asked.
"Simon, be serious..." Eleanor pleaded, "Jeanette's changing before our very eyes! Miss Miller took her to the eye doctor to get her fitted for contacts!"
"You know what she did with her glasses?!" Brittany asked Simon.
"I have no idea." Simon said.
"She broke them in half, and through the pieces out the window." Brittany told him.
"I see..." Simon said, feeling like the world was turning upside down.
"... Then she walked into the wall on her way out of the room..." Eleanor added.
Simon sighed. "Well, at least she's still on the absent-minded side..."
"Oh, Simon, this guy is controlling Jeanette, I can feel it!" Brittany said.
"Yeah," Eleanor agreed, "Jeanette wouldn't dare going through life with contacts, and now all of the sudden, she's parting with her glasses, and embracing contacts!"
"What are you going to do?!" Brittany asked.
"I don't know..." Simon said, sadly.
Moments later, Simon strolled into the Millers' backyard. Simon walked up to where the chipettes' bedroom window was, then scrounged around the yard, until, finally, in the grass, there they were. The two, broken halves, of Jeanette's beloved glasses. Simon scooped them up, as if he were uncovering precious treasure. Simon held the pieces together, in front of his face, and visualized the beautiful face of Jeanette behind them. Simon sat on his bed, staring at Jeanette's glasses. The pale purple color of her glasses always brought out her emerald eyes, he thought. Simon slowly brought the glasses under his nostrils. The familiar, sweet smell of Jeanette still lingered on the frames. Simon grabbed a hankerchief, folded them over Jeanette's glasses, and slipped them under his pillow, just as his brothers walked in.
"Alright, Simon," Alvin said, catching Simon off guard, "I know what we need to do to get Jeanette to come crawling back to you!"
"'We'?" Simon asked.
"Yeah, we!" Alvin said. "I'm going to help you!"
"In that case," Simon began, "I'll go ahead and move next door to the coroner's office, so I won't have far to travel."
"Come on, Simon, be serious!" Alvin snapped.
"I am." Simon said. "I don't know what you're wanting to me to do, or not do, Alvin, but knowing you, it has disaster written all over it."
"Simon... I'm a little insulted." Alvin said.
"You're not a little anything, Alvin..." Simon said, "you have a big ego, you have a big mouth, you're a big maniac, you're a big trouble maker, you're..."
"I get the point, Mr. Smart Ass!" Alvin said.
"Ooh, I'm telling Dave what you said!" Theodore said, knowing Dave doesn't like the boys to curse.
"Never mind..." Alvin said, "Alright, Simon, here's what we need to do... first of all, we need to change your image!"
"Forget it, Alvin," Simon barked, "Jeanette will never go for it, she's too busy changing her image to impress her new boyfriend."
"Whoa, really?" Alvin asked.
"Does the fact that she got rid of her glasses, in favor of contacts, answer your question?" Simon asked.
Just then, Miss Miller, and Jeanette returned home. Jeanette stumbled a little, as she got out of the car.
"Do you need help, Jeanette?" Miss Miller asked.
"No..." Jeanette said, straightening up, "these will take just a little getting used to is all..." Jeanette, out of instinct, brought up her hand to adjust her glasses, but almost forgot she wasn't wearing glasses anymore. She chuckled, before walking back into the house. She knew the minute she'd walk into her room, her sisters would be giving her the business about her contacts. "Not a word." Jeanette said, as she walked into the room.
Brittany and Eleanor kept their lips shut. Jeanette just didn't seem like Jeanette without her glasses. She almost looked like a different person. Sure, she has lovely eyes, and sometimes, it is hard to see, since Jeanette's glasses are usually almost always dirty, but still, Jeanette parting with her glasses, and getting contacts just didn't sit well with them. What was going to be next? They would soon find out, as the next day, the kids dreaded the new schoolweek, but Brittany, Eleanor, and Simon moreso, because of Jeanette and Rod. Over lunch, Jeanette batted her eyes at Rod, while he smiled.
"Nice." He complemented her.
"I did it just for you." Jeanette said, lovingly.
"I should feel so special." Rod mused.
"I feel special." Jeanette said.
"That's because you are..." Rod said, as he placed his hand on top of Jeanette's head, and slowly slipped it down the back of her head, slowly undoing the ribbon around her bun as he did.
Jeanette wondered why Rod did that, but figured he wanted to run his finger through her hair.
"I didn't realize your hair was so long..." Rod said.
"Yeah," Jeanette said, "sometimes it keeps getting in the way, so I always just tie it off in a bun."
"That's kind of a pity." Rod said.
"Oh?" Jeanette asked.
"Yeah... you have such nice hair..." Rod complemented her.
Jeanette began to think... if Rod likes her hair down now, what would he think if Jeanette actually brushed it out? Jeanette always just simply put it up in a bun, she never bothered to run a brush through it, not wanting to waste time she felt would be better used to read a book, or study for a test. Brittany and Eleanor couldn't believe this was happening... Jeanette, sitting at Brittany's vanity, brushing her hair... and for more than ten seconds...
"Okay... so, what brought this on?" Brittany asked.
"Now what?" Jeanette responded, growing more, and more annoyed at the way her sisters keep questioning her over everything she does these days.
"Brushing your hair!" Brittany said. "You've been sitting there for twenty minutes now!"
"I've got tough spots... ow!" Jeanette yelped, as her tangled hair got caught in the brush.
"Here, let me help..." Brittany said, snatching the brush away from Jeanette, and brushing her hair for her.
"Gee, thanks, Britt." Jeanette said, with a smile.
"So..." Eleanor began, "I take it Rod likes your hair down like that?"
"I think he does..." Jeanette said, "he'd probably like it better if it was nice, and brushed, and neat..."
All Brittany and Eleanor could do was roll their eyes. This new Jeanette they're putting up with was horrible. The old Jeanette was shy, and modest, she didn't care what she looked like, because she knew that a person's beauty should be judged by what's inside, and not what's outside, and she was always proud of who she was. The new Jeanette was a bit on the vain, and self-conscious side, dropping glasses for contacts, and now, letting her hair down. At the Seville house, Alvin was still training Simon.
"So, Friday, at lunch, you walk up to Jeanette, and you give her all your money." Alvin said.
"Why?" Simon asked.
"To buy Jeanette's love, duh!" Alvin snapped.
"That's not how you buy a girl's love, Alvin..." Simon moaned.
"Alright, alright, don't get huffy, I have an ace-in-the-hole, backup plan!" Alvin declared.
"I believe the expression is 'ace-up-the-sleeve'." Simon corrected Alvin.
"Whatever." Alvin said. "So anyway, we can hire some kid to hold a gun up to Jeanette's head, and..."
"No!" Simon screamed. "No guns! Not only could that gun accidentally go off, and kill Jeanette instantly, but that kid would be expelled, and so would you, for being involved!"
"Okay, so it doesn't have to be a gun," Alvin said, "it could be a knife, held up to her neck!"
"No!" Simon screamed.
"Simon, do you not want to win Jeanette back?!" Alvin asked.
"Of course I do!" Simon said.
"Well, how can you if you don't rescue her?!" Alvin demanded to know.
Simon paused. "Explain this to me a bit more, Alvin?"
"Good God, Simon, you don't know anything about girls..." Alvin moaned, "if you want to win Jeanette back, you have to rescue her from some life-threatening scenario! Works everytime!"
Simon paused. "Well, couldn't I rescue Jeanette from a life-threatening scenario without harming her in the process?"
"What's possibly going to happen to her if we don't stage a threat?" Alvin asked.
"You never know." Simon said.
"I think it's a bad idea," Theodore butted in, "if you want Jeanette back, Simon, couldn't you just ask her?"
"It's complicated, Theodore," Simon told his younger, innocent, brother, "in the first place, I was the one who rejected her in the first place, without knowing it, secondly, I can't just ask her out when she's already seeing someone else... it just doesn't work that way."
"Then why don't you just deck this guy, and tell him off for stealing your girl?" Alvin asked.
"Well, she wasn't really mine to begin with." Simon said.
Alvin shook his head. "I'm telling you, Simon, the only way you'll ever get Jeanette back is if you rescue her from something!"
Simon shrugged then, but he couldn't believe his eyes the next day at school, when he saw Jeanette, not only without her glasses, but wearing her hair down. Simon couldn't believe this was happening, Jeanette never was one to change her appearance, but this? This couldn't be happening. Jeanette's babbled on about her boyfriend liking her the way she is, but that obviously wasn't the case. Over lunch, Simon went back to spying. He snuck under their table, pulled out his listening device, and listened in on their conversation.
"It took a while," Jeanette talked about brushing her hair, "I had a lot of tangles..."
"Oh, Jeannie..." Rod said, as he touched her now, silky, soft hair.
Simon grimmaced. 'Jeannie'. If he were to ever call Jeanette that, he wouldn't say it so sickeningly, like that.
"Do you like it?" Jeanette asked.
Rod smiled. "Love it. You did it for me?"
"I'd do anything for you, Rod..." Jeanette said, dreamingly.
"Anything?" Rod asked, interested.
"Anything!" Jeanette squeaked.
Simon groaned aloud, before covering his mouth.
"What?" Jeanette asked, thinking it was Rod.
"Wasn't me." Rod said.
The listening deviced then slipped out of Simon's hands, and landed on Jeanette's foot.
"What the..." Jeanette said, when she looked under the table.
"Uh..." Simon stammered. "Oh, you found my miniature dopler radar!"
"Simon!" Jeanette shrieked.
"Don't mind me..." Simon said, grabbing his listening device, and quickly, pulling the ear piece out of his ear.
Jeanette was mad, as she watched Simon quickly slip away.
"Who's the geek?" Rod asked.
"Forget him," Jeanette told Rod, "he's just a nosy, paranoid, loser!"
Simon didn't need his listening device to hear that. For the first time in his life, he dreaded science class, and for good reason. He watched Jeanette walk into class, and slam her text book on her desk, startling other kids.
"Miniature dopler radar, huh?" Jeanette asked. "I can't believe you were eavesdropping on me and my Rod at lunch with your listening device!"
"Look, Jeanette..." Simon began.
"I don't know what's gotten into you Simon, but I just want you to stay as far away from me as possible!" Jeanette snapped.
Simon tried to keep from tearing. He couldn't believe that his best friend didn't want anything to do with him anymore.
"Well?" Jeanette asked. "What are you waiting for?!" Jeanette barked, waiting for Simon to move to another desk, since she didn't want to give up her's.
Simon was sad. But then, he suddenly grew a little angry. "Fine!" Simon barked back at Jeanette. "Be that way!" Simon grabbed his books, and moved to another desk, in the back of the classroom.
"Jerk." Jeanette mumbled. As far as she's concerned, she'd want Simon out of her life altogether. Invading her privacy like that, eavesdropping on her and Rod. What a jerk, she thought.
Simon didn't even bother to stop and talk to Jeanette at her locker after school that day. In fact, as he walked down the hallway, Jeanette shot a nasty glance at him. Simon willed himself to pretend he didn't notice Jenette's glance. He just walked right on by. Good, Jeanette thought. Later that afternoon, when Brittany and Eleanor met up with Simon, secretly, Simon wanted to call everything off.
"But, Simon..." Eleanor began.
"Forget it, girls." Simon said, sounding pissed. "Let her have that creep! If she wants to ruin herself just to please him, let her go right ahead!"
Brittany and Eleanor were shaking their heads in disbelief.
"One of these days, that guy'll drop her like a hot tamale, and it'll serve her right!" Simon said. "Until then, as far as I'm concerned, she's your problem, and only your problem." Simon stormed off for his house.
Brittany and Eleanor stood there, their eyes and mouths, wide open. Brittany fainted. Was this the twilight zone? Were these Simon and Jeanette dopplegangers? Simon stormed up to his room, reached underneath his pillow, and pulled out the halves of Jeanette's old glasses. Down in his basement lab, Simon placed them on his lab table, and prepare to vaporize them, he waited, and waited for his finger to press the button to activiate the laser beam, but he just couldn't do it. He held up the glasses again. They were too valuable for him to destroy. What was the matter with him, he thought. Just because he was angry at her for being angry with him was no reason for him to suddenly hate her, and everything about her. Simon slipped the glasses into his pocket, and trudged back upstairs. At the Miller house, Brittany and Eleanor couldn't bring themselves to even look at their sister. As far as they were concerned, this girl was not their beloved sister, Jeanette, this is some other girl who just happens to have brown hair, green eyes, and the name of Jeanette. The next morning was the worst. Jeanette grabbed her usual skirt, but she pulled it furthur above her waistline, so it would look shorter on her. Rather than her blue sweater, Jeanette grabbed a hot pink top, with exceptionally short sleeves, and rather tight, showing off her small breasts. Jeanette's explanation? Apparently, Rod wanted to see her in a slightly different outfit for a change. An outfit that would complement her figure. Rod loved the new look alright, he felt Jeanette's new look was a lot sexier than her old look, meanwhile, Jeanette felt great making the one she loves happy. Simon observed Jeanette during science class, and all he could do was shake his. This isn't Jeanette. Jeanette must be on vacation, or something. Jeanette wasn't on vacation, nor was she going on one. She was going on another date. With Rod. Friday night, Rod took Jeanette out again. Even Miss Miller was beginning to worry about Jeanette, never before had she acted like this, or gone through so much trouble to change her appearance to please someone. Rod took Jeanette back to his place, where his bums of parents were asleep upstairs, so Rod took Jeanette down into his basement bedroom. Down in his room, Jeanette saw he two bowls set up, one was full of what Jeanette thought was punch, the other was full of chips.
"Looks like you're having a party." Jeanette said.
"I am, Jeannie," Rod replied, "I am, you're going to be the life of our party!"
"Our party?" Jeanette asked.
"Yeah, Jeannie, I'm having some friends over, I want you to meet them, I want them to meet you, I want you to be one of us!" Rod told her.
"One of you?" Jeanette asked. Rod spoke of his cool friends a lot, but she never thought she was cool enough to be one of them. "You really want me to be one of you."
"Absolutely..." Rod said, getting Jeanette a cup of punch.
"Shouldn't we wait for the others, first?" Jeanette asked.
"Nah, I can always get more upstairs." Rod said, handing Jeanette the cup.
Jeanette took a sip, but quickly puckered her face. The punch was unusually sour, and rather carbonated. "What kind of punch is this?"
"Actually, it's a strawberry soda." Rod lied.
Pretty soon, Rod's bedroom was full of his buddies, including his partner-in-crime, Tom.
"Man, it's about time you threw another bash down here!" Tom said.
"Yeah, yeah." Rod said. "The old folks had been staying up later at nights recently, they finally got back into the habit of going to be early."
"Righteous." Tom responded. "So, where's the new and improved chick?"
Rod chuckled. "Check it out..." Rod lead Tom over to his couch, and pointed out Jeanette, who was laying across the couch, completely passed out from her 'punch', which wasn't punch at all, but alcohol.
Rod and Tom couldn't contain their laughter. Hours later, after the party was over, Rod strolled over to the couch, climbing on top of Jeanette, who was slowly coming to.
"Kin I huv a nunner wun..." Jeanette mumbled.
"Of course," Rod said, as he began kissing Jeanette, on the lips, "in just a minute."
"Wun miffapippi..." Jeanette mumbled, "doo miffapippi... free mippafiffi..."
Rod placed his finger on Jeanette's mouth, telling her to not to worry about anything, as he continued placing his lips on her's, and cramming his tounge down her throat. After another hour, Rod got off of Jeanette, after having taken advantage of her while she was drunk, taking a glance at his wall clock, and realizing he only has minutes to spare to get Jeanette back home. Rod spent five of those minutes, pouring cup, after cup of coffee into Jeanette, trying to sober her up before he took her home. Another few minutes later, Rod dropped Jeanette home.
"You okay?" Rod asked, as Jeanette got out of the car.
"Bursting bladder!" Jeanette cried out, as she ran into the house.
Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you look at it, Miss Miller fell asleep in the living room, waiting for Jeanette, long before she was supposed to be home. Jeanette ran into the bathroom, to empty her bladder, but as she sat on the toilet, she suddenly had a differently feeling, and without warning, she threw up all over the floor below her.