Chapter 3: One Awkward Night
Alvin panted at the front door of the spacious manor, collapsing near the door. No one should have to go through what he had to find Ellie's house, and even if they did, they would probably end up sprawled on the floor, breathless.
"Must…knock…on…door," Alvin managed to choke out, rasping as he breathed. His dark brown eyes filled with a tired shimmer, as they locked onto the doorknob. He reached out a single, sweaty palmed hand and began to turn it, his torn hoodie hanging from his body limply, his legs feeling like jelly. When Eleanor opened the door, she looked quite…, different. Instead of the two crisp swinging ponytails, he saw two golden ponytails with green butterfly pins holding them up. Instead of the plump body, he saw a slightly thinner figure, with a dark sparkling green dress that swayed perfectly as she moved, but what caught Alvin's gaze the most is the golden heart-shaped locket that bounced on her neck.
At first, Alvin could see that Eleanor was so confused. Instead of seeing the usual tall human bending down to see her, she saw nothing but a pale blue sky with cotton like clouds floating with no importance. Then, her gaze adverted to in front of her, and there she saw Alvin, he gave her a friendly wave and her emerald eyes widened in shock, her mouth gapping open and her face drained from color.
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, OH THEODORE, WHY? YOU WENT OFF WITH BRITT, AND NOW I'M CRAZY! I THINK I SEE ALVIN SEVILLE IN MY FRONT LAWN! Wait, I think I see Alvin Seville in my front lawn! NO!" Eleanor screamed her hands in the shape of fists, shaking them in the air. Her high pitched yell caused Alvin to wince, his face beginning to sweat as he had not wanted his fans to know he was there, or to draw attention to himself.
"Um…, Eleanor," Alvin began, but Eleanor fell to her knees, closing her eyes harshly.
"And now I hear voices? I…oh, Theo, can't I at least imagine you? Okay Imaginary Alvin, you may come in. But wipe your feet off on the welcome mat; I don't like Imaginary mud all over my floor." Eleanor said sternly, giving him a long steady stare before turning on her heel roughly, and skipping into her house.
"Um…that was just…, awkward." Alvin muttered to himself, as he lifted his aching body from the stone pathway with a million stones it seemed, and into her house. It was similar to Alvin's, with the mini furniture and things, and it was the same size, but something was different: It was covered with pictures; Eleanor was obsessed, or rather, deeply and utterly in love. Her walls were covered with pictures of Theodore, and her with him. Her things had Theodore on them, and Alvin's eyes grew wide. "And it has just gotten more awkward. Well, this chick got some issues. She's practically obsessed, with my brother!"
"So, imaginary Alvin, what's your imaginary reason for coming to my house today?" Eleanor asked sweetly, placing on the table in front of him a small snow white cup filled with freshly made team, a cloud of steam rising up from the liquid and up into the air above.
"Um, well Eleanor, if I told you I was real, would you believe me?" Alvin asked, picking the steaming cup up from the oak coffee table. His eyes widened, his face becoming a dark red. "HOLY CRA- I MEAN CRUD THAT'S HOT!"
"Well duh, that's why it was steaming genius. Gosh, you haven't changed a bit. So, if you told me you were real, would I believe you, hmm…., probably, why?" Eleanor said her fluffy golden-brown tail twitched as she gently blew onto her own tea.
"Um… because I am real.., duh genius, I wish you hadn't changed. That breakdown you had outside was… scary. I'm scarred, for life, Ellie." Alvin answered quickly, poking at his tea. His eyebrows furrowed, getting annoyed with the nasty drink. He blew on it with full force, until he had to stop to gasp for air.
"LIAR! You aren't the real Alvin, you are a figment of my imagination," Eleanor began in rage, her face red in anger as she placed her cup down with a bang, "Alvin Seville has vowed not to talk to me, my sisters, and his brothers for the rest of his life, and I'm sure that's what he plans to do, Imaginary Alvin. Why would he speak to me after five long years?" Alvin rolled his eyes, quite annoyed. Theodore did make her go crazy; Alvin thought with a shudder, she kinda reminds me of Zoe, kinda.
"If I was a figment of your 'imagination', then could I do this?" Alvin asked giving her a questioning look as he took one hand from his cup and pinched her arm. She winced in pain, yelping. She nearly, just nearly threw her cup up in alarm.
"Oh my gosh Alvin that hurt," She growled rubbing her arm, "yes, your real, I am NOT crazy! Wait, then that means…, oh. So, you really saw my breakdown in the front yard?"
"Yeah, and let me tell you, it wasn't pretty Ellie. Please, if you know what's good for ya, you'll refrain from doing that in the near future, it's scary." Alvin said, eyeing her from head to toe. Her breath turned to normal, and her eyes became less wild.
"Oh, okay!" She said with that little annoying giggle she used to use all the time back in the day.
"Well, Ellie, I talked to Britt today. I didn't receive the best news." Alvin said, eyeing her concerned. How had she become so… crazy? Theodore dumped her, he guessed, and she went mad with the sheer thought of it.
"Wait, so you heard huh? Must make you so furious, I know just how you feel right now. Losing your loved one and then find out you not only lost her for another man, but for your own brother! I mean, I didn't lose my girl; I lost my man, to my sister. So, I know pretty much how you feel, besides the fact that Theodore's a bo-, and I'll just shut up now." Eleanor said promptly, casting an awkward glance down at her fur covered feet.
"Yeah, you probably should shut your trap before it makes another yap. Do you even hear what you're saying? You do not sound twenty to me at all." Alvin commented matter-of-factly.
"Well," She replied, giving him the same kind of death glare Brittany does when she got mad, "you seem to have gotten even ruder Alvin! If you know what good for you you'll shut your trap before it makes another yap." Eleanor growled, pointing an accusing finger in his face. Alvin looked at it, then looked at her, then adverted his gaze back to the finger. He looked at it slightly, before pushing it away awkwardly.
"Sorry Ellie. It's just..., wait a sec. How'd ya know that I loved Britt so much, huh? You stalker!" Alvin exclaimed, this time it was his turn to be awkward as he pointed his finger of accusation at her.
"You're right Alvin that is creepy. Anyhow, everyone knows you love Brittany. The way you looked at her with the sparkle in your eyes, the way you muttered her name and then the word love in your sleep, the way you talked about her, teased her, it all just… tied together, know?" Eleanor replied, a sigh escaping her small mouth. "Theodore and I used to be an item, like how you and Brittany almost were, she loved you too you know. Now, we lost them both, like a needle in a hay stack."
"Whoa, Eleanor, have you been reading those cheesy romantic novels all these years?" Alvin half asked, giving her a silent glance. The hum of silence took over the room, as Eleanor looked back over to the gigantic (to a chipmunk) pile of books that literally reached from the floor to the ceiling of her home.
"Uh… yes…, well… I mean their good. You just have to eat them up and stuff. And you should see my, totally uncheesy romance novels. I want to be a writer! And then, I CAN GAIN BACK WHAT ONCE WAS MINE FROM MY BOYFRIEND STEALING SUN OF A GUN BACK STABBER FOR A CRAPPY SISTER!" Eleanor said, giving Alvin one of her sweetest smiles. Alvin tried to smile back, but the only thing that appeared on his face was a freaked out grimace.
"Yeah, Eleanor, you've been watching too many cheesy romantic movies and shows too."
"Yeah, yeah I get it."
"Okay…, well that's not why I'm here. See, I think we can get our rightful loves back-," But before another word could escape Alvin's mouth, a scream erupted from the chipette before him.
"Oh dear god, you answered my prayers, I love you even more than…, um…, I loved you yesterday..? Thanks so much! Anyway, wait, oh god please help me in my time of need. Alvin has a plan, what'll explode this time!" Eleanor exclaimed, slamming her face onto the table with a loud thud that seemed to echo throughout the town.
"Wow Eleanor, just wow. What the heck! I matured, if not the slightest bit. Nothing well blow up, all we have to do is put our heads together and think hard about a plan, and then we get them back! Duh, isn't it simple?" Alvin replied, giving her a reassuring smile. She nodded, and placed her head onto Alvin's. "Um… Eleanor, what are you doing?"
"I'm putting our heads together, like I said. DUH!"
"That's not what I meant, I mean like… metaphorically speaking, El."
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, so here's what we're going to do. 1.) You'll move your fa- I mean perfectly skinny skull away from mine. 2nd.) Think of a plan, so have you thought up a plan?" Alvin said, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling with an emotion everyone knew on the back of their hands: Desperation.
"Yeah, why don't we ask Simon for advice?" Eleanor said with a how-stupid-can-you-get tone of voice. Alvin gave her an annoyed glance, his ears flicking in annoyance.
"Or, we can fake be engaged to get them jealous. It always works in the cheesy romance movies," Alvin said rubbing his hands together with a creepy sort of evil laughter that made the sound of nails scratching a chalk board the voice of an angel. Eleanor gave him a surprised looked, her eyes so wide he was surprised he didn't catch them bouncing from walls, "not that I watch Romantic movies."
"Or, we can go ask Simon and Jeanette for advice, and sure you don't Alvin."
"No, that would never work in a million years. What if we get rid of Theodore and then-," Alvin stopped in his sentence, shocked at the words escaping his mouth. "You know what, Simon's it is!"
"Good idea!" The two leaped from the couch, and scrambled to the door. Both too over excited to think maybe they could really get the ones they love so much back! What an awkward night, is all Alvin thought.
Authors Note: I hope this chapter was as good as you all hoped. I think it's basically a goofy chapter, not as 'cute' as the others.
Questions to think about: Will Simon and Jeanette help Alvin and Eleanor? Will they be able to get the advice they need, or will they two fail?
Promises for the next chapter: Some Simonette, and some cute parts that hopefully won't be too cheesy.
Thanks too: All the nice reviews I've been getting, it's what gets me going! I have had fun writing this story, and hope you enjoy! :)