Seven Minutes in Heaven

"I'm sorry I'm so pathetic," he thought, and then realized he had also said it" ~Larry Doyle

Eleanor Miller

I have to admit, I might be equally as giddy as Brittany. She was running around like a mad woman. She even packed for us, telling us that we had to look our best for Macy Moyer and all of her wealth. As much as I didn't care how I was going to look, I didn't mind Brittany one bit. She was doing what older sisters should… watching out for her little sisters. I would have more annoyed if she had focused completely on herself.

I bend over the kitchen counter, satisfied with my work. I dip another jumbo marshmallow in chocolate and then proceed to dip that in an array of toppings I had spread out. This one would be almond. I bite my lip, trying to make it perfect. "Eleanor!" Brittany screams, making me drop the treat on the linoleum with a splat. I scowl at her. "What are you doing? We have to be at Macy's in less than an hour!"

"So?" I put my hands on my hips, stepping down from my stool. Despite being seventeen, us girls hadn't gotten much past five feet tall. The boys wear lucky to be a good four inches taller. And me being the shortest, this was especially a problem. "That was my last one!"

"Look at your hair Ellie!" she flicks my pony tail. My scowl grows deeper as I cross my arms. She should just be happy that I let go of the pigtails. "And your clothes! You're wearing sweats to Macy's?" she gasps.

"No!" I yell back, making her features soften. "Like you said, I still have an hour!"

"Well, alright then," she smiles and skips back up to her room to get ready herself. She shouldn't be complaining really, she's still in the pajamas she woke up in. I shrug off my big sister and finish up before pulling out popcorn and licorice for Jeanette and Brittany to bring with them. I stare at my creation extra-long, wondering what Theodore was making right now. Surely Alvin wasn't rushing him out the door like Brittany was… or was he? I shrug at my own question and head upstairs.

I quickly change into a nice green blouse and black skinny jeans and converse. I've leaned out since I was a kid so it all looks good enough. After approval from Brittany, I let her attack my hair with a curling iron. I have to say, it's not bad.

I check the clock as she moves on to Jeanette, we still have twenty minutes. I smile, making my way downstairs and gather up all the food into a basket and throw the backpack Brittany has packed for me over my shoulder and open the front door. I cold winter breeze hits me, making goose bumps appear up and down my arms.

I run across the street and towards the Seville's, opening the door without even knocking. I head into the kitchen to find Theodore busy with some cookie dough. He glances up at me with intense green eyes that make me blush. He smiles and continues stirring until he's satisfied with the consistency. I plop my things on the counter and turn to the oven. "How long to you want to preheat?"

"I'm not cooking them," Theodore laughs, taking out a large tub from the cabinet. "You know teenagers these days, always skipping essential steps."

"You don't say," I smirk, letting him loop his arms around my waist. "I love you," I whisper to my boyfriend. He smiles back, responding with a light kiss.

"Gross!" A voice comes from behind us. Theodore blushes and steps away from me. I turn around to watch Alvin mock gaging. He's holding his chest and coughing violently. I roll my eyes as Simon steps into the room, ramming his fist into his brothers back. Alvin, caught by surprise, tumbles to the kitchen floor.

"Better?" Simon smirks at him.

"Bite me," Alvin spits back from the floor. Alvin, still lying on the floor, pulls out his phone. "Britt's having coronary over there with you gone Ellie. I guess it's time to go," he lifts himself off the ground. Alvin loops his arm around my shoulders and steers me towards the door. "So, you single baby?" he smirks, making me giggle unintentionally. Theodore shakes his head and laughs too. Alvin immediately lets me go. "For Christ's sake Theodore!" he turns to his brother. "I just hit on your woman right in front of you! Get angry!"

For the past two weeks, this has been Alvin's soul mission, to make Theodore truly angry. Which, as most people know, isn't often. He may get a little scared, but never mad. "I know you're not her type," Theodore says simply and with his tub of cookie dough under one arm, he comes over and takes my hand.

"Come on!" Alvin complains. "If someone did that to my woman I would gouge their eyes out no matter what her type is!"

"Oh really?" Simon leans on the kitchen counter. "And who's your woman Alvin?"

Alvin mutters something under his breath that no one catches completely, making Simon smirk. Alvin takes for the front door, grabbing his letterman's jacket and a red duffle bag. Everyone shrugs it off and goes after him. Simon and Theodore pull on sweatshirts and grab similar bags. Theodore offers to carry my baggage as well, but I won't let him.

We meet Jeanette and Brittany on the sidewalk. Brittany rolls her eyes and fixes the tousled hair under Alvin's cap. He grins and bears it. Smart boy. Simon grabs Jeanette's backpack and slings it over his shoulder. And with that, we're off to Macy Moyer's grand estate… on foot.

~I always think that Theonor would be the first couple to actually become official. *sigh* :) Hope you've enjoyed!