Alvin had trouble sleeping throughout the whole night. His stomach ache kept him awake, and his nose was stuffed to where he had to continue breathing through his mouth. He tossed, and turned, and moaned. Until finally, he felt something. He knew he needed to rush to the bathroom immediately.
He threw his covers off and jumped off his bed. He ran to the bathroom, with his hand over his mouth. He swung the bathroom door open, and hurried to the toilet. He bent over, and threw up.
All the food and liquids he ate/drank were now in the toilet. He continued throwing up, for what seemed like the longest time.
Alvin finally stopped, and sat down near the toilet, against the wall. He sat there for a moment, not wanting to get up. But he knew he had to tell Dave. He slowly got up, clutching his stomach, for it still hurt. He made it to Dave's room, and opened the door. Dave awoke to the hallway light Alvin had turned on. He looked over at the door to see Alvin standing there, clutching his belly. "Alvin, what's wrong?" Dave asked, slowly sitting up in his bed, and rubbing his eyes.
"I threw up." Alvin responded in a quiet voice. "Oh, come here," Dave said, luring Alvin in his direction. Alvin took a step, then stopped. Dave noticed that Alvin hesitated. "Alvin?" He said.
Alvin didn't reply, instead, he bent over and threw up all over the rug. "Alvin!" Dave exclaimed. He rushed over to his son, and picked him up. After he was done puking, of course. He carried Alvin on his way to the bathroom. Dave got a towel and some spray to clean up Alvin's mess. Alvin was sleeping in Dave's arms, for he had passed out after he had thrown up.
Dave cleaned up the mess then checked Alvin's temperature again. It was 101.4. It had gone up. "Oh, great. Just great." Dave said to himself. Dave walked into the boys' room and put Alvin in bed. Simon heard him, and had woken up. He rubbed his eyes. "What are you doing in here, Dave?" He asked. "Alvin puked all over the carpet.." Dave said. "His temperature went up to 101.4." He explained. Simon's had a surprised look on his face, hearing his brother's temperature. "I believe he has the stomach flu. It's going around town." Dave told him. "Will he be better by tomorrow?" Simon asked, really wanting to go to Disney Land. "I doubt it. But hopefully…" Dave said, leaving out the door. Simon sighed when Dave closed the door. He really wanted to go to Disney Land, and he knew the stomach flu could last for days. He knew it wasn't right, but he wanted to tell Alvin to pretend to feel better in the morning, even if he wasn't. Simon wondered if that'd be very wrong to do, but he also knew Alvin had done worse. Worse with Simon, himself, worse with Theodore, and worse with Dave. So, Simon made his mind up. He went over to Alvin and shook him awake. Alvin groaned as Simon shook him side to side. Alvin barley opened his eyes, so Simon knew he was awake.
"Alvin," He whispered. Alvin didn't respond. "Alvin," Simon said, in a whisper a little louder than the first. Alvin slowly opened his eyes all the way. Or at least, enough for him to see Simon. "S-Simon?" He said, not knowing why his brother was at his bed.
"Yes, Alvin. It's me. I need to tell you something." Simon said, putting his finger on Alvin's mouth. Alvin slowly nodded. "Okay, Dave said you might have the stomach flu."
Alvin's confused look turned to a frown.
"Yeah, I know," Simon said, responding to Alvin's reaction. "Now, don't you want to go to Disney Land? With the Chipettes?" Simon asked, trying to get Alvin to agree with him all through. Alvin slowly nodded.
"Okay. Then…In the morning, just tell Dave you feel better." Simon told him. Alvin took Simon's finger off of his mouth,and began to speak. "But Simon, I don't think I will. My tummy hurts really bad, right now.." He explained.
Simon blinked twice before answering. "Well, just..Just do it. Besides, everyone wants to go to Disney Land. Theodore, the chipettes, and me. If you ruin it for all of us, we'll all be mad." Simon said, feeling guilt for what he was telling his brother, even though he thought it was the truth. Alvin sighed, and replied, "Oh..". Simon sat up, getting away from his brother, not wanting the stomach flu. "Well, remember what I said, Alvin…Just do it, for us…." Simon said, before getting back in his own bed.
Alvin didn't reply, but he was going with what Simon said. He didn't want everyone to be mad at him, though they were sometimes, he didn't want to ruin everyone's fun.
He sighed before closing his eyes to go to sleep.
Simon hoped Alvin would do what he had said. He wondered if he really would.
Simon woke up in the morning and remembered Alvin never packed his backpack. He rushed over to Alvin's bed and dug under it. He found his red backpack, under some baseball glove.
He took it and ran down the stairs. He packed snacks, and Alvin's video games. Then, he ran back up the stairs and put the backpack next to Alvin's bed.
He went over to his dresser and got dressed. Suddenly, he noticed Dave walked in.
Covering his eyes from the light Simon had turned on in their room, Dave began to speak, "Simon, what are you doing running down and up the stairs and getting dressed..All..early?" He asked.
"Oh, I just packed Alvin's backpack for Disney Land and I'm getting dressed." He explained.
Dave thought for a moment. "Simon, I don't know if we'll be able to go. Your brother came down with the stomach flu last night. Or, yesterday. " Dave told him.
Simon paused before responding. He remembered what he had told Alvin the night before. "Uh, but he might be feeling better, already." Simon stuttered.
"I don't think so, fella. " Dave said, ruffling Simon's hair.
Simon didn't respond, instead he continued getting his clothes on.
"Well, I'll go get breakfast ready. Go ahead and wake those two up. Tell them we're gonna eat." Dave said before closing the door.
Simon was done getting dressed, and opened the windows to let a whole bunch of lights in. Then he set his alarm clock to one minute from now. After that, he walked over to his brothers and pulled their blankets off, causing them to stir. He took their pillows away, causing them to roll over to avoid him. The alarm clock went off, and they both woke up. "Ahh!" Theodore exclaimed, sitting straight up. Alvin got up slowly, regretting it. "Why..Why did you do that?" Alvin said, yawning. "It's time to get up." Simon told him.
"But, Simon, I still really don't feel too good." Alvin replied. "Just remember what I told you, Alvin.." Simon said, walking out of the room.
"What did he tell you, Alvin?" Theodore asked, getting dressed.
"Nothing.." Alvin replied in a quiet voice. Alvin didn't want to get out of his bed. His stomach still ached and his head hurt. It wasn't long before it began to churn loudly.
"Wow, you're stomach sure sounds upset," Theodore said, surprised by how loud the growl was.
"Uh, I'm just hungry.." Alvin said, going along to what Simon had said. "Oh, alright…." Theodore replied.
Alvin slowly got dressed and made his way down stairs. He sat at the table on the other side of Simon. He wanted to lay his aching head down, but he wanted to look as healthy as possible. He didn't want Dave to know he was still sick. Alvin had a dull look on his face, not feeling well at all. It was hard to pretend to be feeling fine, when your stomach is grumbling loudly. Dave turned around and saw that Alvin was in the kitchen. "Oh, hi Alvin." Dave said. "Feeling better?" He continued.
The smell of the food made Alvin feel even sicker.. He tried to talk without beginning to gag.
"Uh…Yes, I'm feeling fine…" Alvin said, turning away from Dave as he spoke.
Simon noticed. He wasn't going to talk to Alvin so that Dave wouldn't hear how Alvin sounded when he responded. So he continued to sit there.
Theodore walked into the kitchen. He sat beside Alvin, not knowing he had the stomach flu. Simon reached over and grabbed Theodore's arm and pulled him away from Alvin.
"Ow! What…" Simon cut Theodore off, "Shhh!" He said, hitting Theodore's arm.
Theodore responded with a made look on his face. He didn't know why Simon pulled him away.
Dave walked over with the boys' plates in hand. He noticed Simon and Theodore were scooted far from Alvin. "Uh….Why are you boys so far away from each other?" He asked.
"Uhm…Because, Alvin…He uh, smells bad..?" Simon stuttered. All eyes looked at him.
Theodore had a "What the frick" look on his face, while Alvin had a "Yeah right," Look on his face. Dave was confused.
"Oh, okay.." He said, setting the plates down.
Alvin looked at his food. It make him sicker and sicker. Wasn't long before he turned green in the face. Theodore didn't noticed, he was eating his food.
Simon saw that as if it looked like Alvin was about to vomit all over the table. He rushed over to the other side, grabbed Alvin and headed for the back door, which was the closest escape. "Uh, Dave, we're gonna go feed Lilly.."
(If you don't remember, or just don't know, "Lilly" Is their dog.)
Simon shut the door, and tried to walk Alvin to the bushes. But he couldn't; Instead, Alvin clutched his belly, bent over and threw up.
"Augh, Alvin, are you alright? Do you feel better now that you've let it all out?" Simon asked, hoping for a "yes". Alvin wiped his mouth as he shook his head. "Great." Simon replied.
"I don't know if I can keep this up,Simon..Every time I get around food, or just stand up sometimes, I feel like I'm gonna throw up.." Alvin said.
Simon patted Alvin on the back. "Just keep trying." Simon told him.
Alvin sighed, and followed Simon back into the house.
"Hey, boys. Before you guys shut the door and went outside, I was trying to tell you I already fed Lilly." Dave said.
"Oh, well, she ate the bowl we just gave her now." Simon lied.
"Hm, she must be hungry then." Dave replied.
Simon sat back in his seat and ate. Alvin glanced at his food and was disgusted.
"Uh, Dave, I'll eat my food in the living room instead.." Alvin said.
He picked his plate up and walked into the living room. He threw his food away in the trash bin.
He sat down on the couch and somewhat drifted off to sleep.
The chipettes came knocking at the door. Dave rushed over to answer it.
"Oh, hi girls! Ready to go to-" He stopped himself, remembering he forgot to check Alvin's temperature.
"Oh, wait a second." He said, still letting them inside. Brittany sat on the couch beside Alvin. She shook him awake.
He woke up to the sight of his counterpart. "Hi.." Alvin slowly said, wanting to go back to sleep.
"Hi, Alvin. Are you excited to go to Disney Land?" She asked.
"Yeah, I guess." He replied. Brittany didn't respond.
Dave walked into the room with the thermometer. "Here, Alvin. Open your mouth real quick."
Alvin looked over to see Dave was about to check his temperature. He quickly sat up. "Uh, no, I'm fine, Dave..I feel much bet.." He cut himself off, as his stomach began to churn loudly. Alvin began to groan, he turned around and clutched his stomach. "Alright, Alvin, let me take your temperature." Dave said once more. The chipettes watched. "No, I'm fine…I'll see you in the car.." Alvin grabbed his backpack Simon had packed for him and rushed out the door to the car.
The girls looked at each other with confused looks. Simon and Theodore came out of the kitchen with their backpacks on their backs. All five of them walked out the door and got into the car.
"Let's go to Disney Land!" Dave said. Everyone began to cheer in response, except Alvin who stayed silent. Dave started the car up, and they were ready for the 3 hour drive.