Before I start, You have got to listen "Ballad Pour Adeline". It's a great piano piece that I'll never be able to play (Not that I play piano).
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Theodore
Theodore smoothed his dinner jacket (Again, it's tuxedo in American English) after tying his bow tie with ease. It's the kid's début, and guess what? He talked to the kids, and they actually want to sing during their début. He'd talk to Alvin about it, and he told him that his kids were going to perform too. As for Simon, he's always busy with his family. Eleven kids and all, that's a hard job but at least it's fun and joy-filled.
Eleanor had cooked them the main course for breakfast this morning. Jeanette cooked the appetizers while Brittany made the desserts. It's been like this ever since the children came into their world. Not just Theodore Jr., Elisha, and Carol, but all of them. Uncles and aunts show affection to their nieces and nephews too, y'know. And the girls aren't only doing the routine during breakfast, but also during lunch. But Theodore and his brothers prefer to cook for their mates during dinner time. Sometimes, or rather, most of the times, they even eat alone in their room with their family.
And of course, now that the kids have their own room, dinner is always followed by a night of love, lust, and passion. Even breakfast is followed by mating. He and Eleanor may not seem like the mate-all-day type of couple, but they really are. They even had a long, passionate round before they slept last night, and they had one short, but lust-and-love-filled round after breakfast. Even they admit that mating is the most addictive thing in the world. The way they lust on each other's bodies under the night sky, their minds filled with nothing but love, and their bodies receiving pleasure brought by the other.
But most importantly, why is Theodore thinking about mating again? Okay, it's not a hard question to answer. Mating, as told, is very addictive. And those words usually came from Eleanor's mouth. Eleanor isn't afraid to admit and they mate almost every second, but Theodore would only blush. Why? This is why. How would you feel when someone thinks you're not as innocent as they think you are? Eleanor is innocent too,... or was. But of course, that doesn't change anything he feels about her. Not one bit.
Okay, that's it, enough about mating. Too much has been said.
Theodore tightened his bow tie, feeling it was too loose. He then faced the mirror, examining how his black Tuxedo matched with his green tie. He smiled as he saw a reflection of Eleanor approaching him from behind. She smiled at him as she wrapped her arms around him, her paws landing on his chest. He could feel her soft chest pressing against his back. Everything about her, sight, touch, smell, voice, taste made every part of his body relax. Her chin landed on his shoulder.
"Good afternoon, Teddy." She whispered directly into his ear, making him feel a bit seduced. She chuckled as they looked at their reflection in the mirror. "I never thought I'd get to wear this again." She said.
In her reflection, Theodore saw she was wearing the green dress she wore during the International Music Awards. Glitters sparkled all over, complimenting her blonde fur. Her hair's on the same twin pigtail. "You look beautiful today." He told her.
She giggled. "I'm blushing, Teddy." She declared. "Of course I have to look beautiful. It's the kids' debut, isn't it?"
Theodore placed a paw over hers. "Yes, it is. And it's also the day you'll appear to the world again."
"For the last time, that is." She said.
"For the last time? Don't you want the attention?"
He felt her arms tighten around her. "I only need your attention. Only your attention have what it takes to make me feel like a celebrity."
"I was expecting you'd say 'queen'."
Eleanor giggled again. "Nice try, Teddy. But I'm spoiling you, remember? Not the other way around."
"It IS supposed to be the other way around. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to spoil you."
Eleanor grinned, her face asking for a challenge. "Oh, really? Well, we'll see. The one who spoils the other more gets to be on top tonight."
"Is that a challenge?" Theodore grinned back.
"Well, if you back down, then I'll be on top for the rest of the month."
"Challenge accepted."
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Alvin Jr.
Do it, do it not, do it, do it not. Rats, I can't decide, he thought to himself. What's going on? Yes, to him, it's a life/death situation. He's sitting on the couch, watching the T.V. with Bryon when he saw Serene heading down wearing a violet shirt over a denim jacket. Even from afar he could already sniff a whiff of her natural scent, hinting him that she rarely or never uses perfume. And what's really going on? That's the life/death part. He's debating whether he should say 'Hi' or ignore her.
Serene reached the foot of the stairs, and he's still debating. As she got closer, he could feel the pressure punching his body from the inside. He's still debating. Say yes, there's a 50% chance he's going to do that. If not, then that's the 50% percent.
Just say it, you chicken, he thought to himself again, thinking that pushing his own feelings of shyness would get him there. But did it help? No.
Serene's already walking about 3 feet away from them, looking down. Unlike her sisters, she doesn't style her hair into a ponytail that appeared as if they were on top of their top of their head. Though, Aunt Jeanette and her daughter's (except Serene) hairstyle were cute, but he'd rather go for Serene's which was like her mother's. Serene, unlike her mother and sisters had her hair into a normal ponytail with bangs that covered her left eye as she looked down. That made her more attractive, considering the brunette hair colour.
Oh no, he thought. She was already passing by the couch. It took a second for him to notice himself staring at her, but it was hard to look away. She was already by the couch when AJ was going to actually say it, but before he could, Bryon beat him first.
"Hi, Serene." Bryon greeted.
Serene's ear flinched, as if she thought she was alone. She smiled and waved. "Oh, hi, Bryon."
"Nice hair, by the way."
He swore, he saw her blush. And that was a bad thing. "Thank you."
AJ realized he wasn't going to let his brother beat him like that, not that he was actually liking Serene. But the way they greeted each other as if they were... not saying it-, it woke up the green monster inside him. He looked at her and smiled. "Hi, Serene."
Disappointingly, Serene's smile melted. "Uh... hi, Alvin." Her voice was tuned down a whole step. She looked away and started walking again.
AJ felt somewhat... melted. Like a ball of lava thrown at him. His smile too, melted. He watched her as she vanished into the kitchen.
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Brittany
It's been an hour since they finished changing. Brittany caught a sight of Serene - one of Jeanette's daughters - heading down the stairs. She was looking down as if she was stuck in a though or something. Well, that's not surprising. Jeanette used to black out like that all the time, and she just hopes that her niece doesn't trip into her own feet.
Usually, with 30 minutes left on the clock, she'd be on her dresser, adding some final touches into her make-up or brush her hair until they smooth up. But like Alvin said, she's already beautiful. And to her, why does she needs to be more beautiful? Alvin told her she's beautiful, and that's what matters. She's not trying to attract another chipmunk, or get the media's attention. If Alvin tells her she's beautiful, then she's beautiful. If she tells her she's not, she'd freak out, take a bath more than five times, add too much make-up, put on too much perfume,... and you know the rest. But the thing is, she's not trying to be beautiful to impress other males or to make the other females envious. No. She's trying to be beautiful to impress Alvin, the only male she cares about other than AJ and Bryon.
So, what's she doing? Making out with Alvin. Sitting on their bed, she closed the door and they just had at it. It's the closest thing they can do without taking off their clothes. But what Alvin's doing is giving her the urge to rip his clothes off, forget about the début party, and spend the rest of the night doing "Things".
At first, they were just making out, but then Alvin started kissing her neck, then the part of her chest that wasn't covered my the dress, then back to her lips again. And then, she couldn't help herself, she started running her tongue all over her face, lusting over his natural taste. His paw groped her thighs, making her moan.
Within the kiss, she told Alvin to slow down, or something's going to happen and they don't want to be late for the kids' debut. But despite that, she felt herself being pushed back slowly until she felt the soft mattress against her back. A force urged her to unbutton his tux, and she did it slowly.
By then, the door opened. "Hey, guys, the-" A human voice came. They both pulled out of the kiss and looked at Dave standing at the door wearing a black tuxedo. His face was unreadable. "Uh... was I interrupting?" He asked.
Alvin and Brittany blushed. "Uh... no. I think we got a bit carried away." Brittany spoke up.
"Yeah, good thing I was here before that happened. Not that I have a problem with that, but we're going to be late. The limo's outside, and everyone's waiting." He informed. Dave had his sights on Alvin as he was about to step out of the room. "Oh, and Alvin, wipe the lipstick off your face."
Brittany took a glance towards Alvin, and just as Dave had said, Alvin's face's full of kiss marks. And to add to that, some parts of his fur were damp. Had she really licked him that hard? Well, can't be blamed. It's Alvin's fault why she did that. If he hadn't been so dreamy.
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Her hair's dry now, so it would be alright to untie the ribbon on her hair and tie it back into her signature ponytail, right? Not that Stanley did anything wrong. The knot was cute and her had a few loose strands at the side of her face which was also cute. But why does she want to untie it? Because her ponytail is up a bit too high. She noticed it when she stared at herself for another hour at the mirror. But should she really untie the ribbon? It's a knot made by Stanley, and she can't help but to think of it as a trophy.
She didn't notice the door opening behind her. "Ally?" Called a voice.
She turned around and saw her mother standing at the door. "Yes, mommy?" She asked.
"What's wrong? Everyone's downstairs except you." She told her as she took steps closer to her. She placed a paw on her shoulder and knelt down to level their heights.
"It's nothing." She told her. "Mommy, is my hair okay?" She couldn't help but asked.
Her mother played with her ponytail, caressing it and examined it. She then looked at her and smiled. "Of course it is, sweetie. You look as beautiful as me and Nelle."
"I heard you do her hair." She asked.
"Yes, I do. Do you want me to do yours?" She asked.
"Yes, please. But not now. I-I'd like to keep it this way for tonight." She caressed her hair, noting the height of the ponytail. She didn't want to ruin something Stanley did for her, right?
Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek. She felt herself blushing. "You'll look beautiful anyway." She kissed her again. "Now, let's go. Everyone's waiting for you."
They started walking to the door. As soon as Brittany reached the light switched, she turned the lights off. She made sure everything was in check before closing the door. Ally then approached her. "So, there's someone else other than the whole family?" She asked.
"Yes. Everyone's going to be there. I'm sure you've met Aunt Jackie and Toby, right?" Brittany asked as they started walking down the stairs.
"Yeah. Aunt Jackie makes the best popcorn. And I think Uncle Toby is even more clumsier than anyone I've ever met. He's weird, but funny." She answered.
Brittany gave a chuckle and smiled at her daughter. "Well that's Toby." She commented. "And you've met Claire and Beatrice, right?"
"Grampa Dave's girlfriends."
Brittany almost choked up laughing. Where is her little daughter getting these? "No, no. Claire is your grandfather's girlfriend. Beatrice is just Claire's best friend and your doctor."
"Oh." She commented. Her smile soon disappeared. "Uncle Ian's there too, isn't he?"
"Yes he is. Why?" Brittany noted her daughter's frown.
"I don't like him, mommy." She said.
As they reached downstairs, they both stopped dead in their tracks at the foot of the stairs. Brittany faced Ally and knelt down in front of her to level their height. She kissed her daughter on the forehead and smiled, caressing a small strand of her hair. "Nobody likes him, sweetie. That's why he's good at his job. But once you get to know him, you'll see how he's change over the years."
"Aunt Eleanor told me that he locked you all in a cage." She said.
Then again, a kiss on the forehead. "He did. But that's in the past. He's a changed man now."
"I don't know about that."
A silence touched the atmosphere for a moment before Brittany spoke up again. "Well, I can't blame you. It takes a while for someone to get used to." Brittany said before standing up and walking towards the door. "So, are you ready for your first performance?" She asked.
"I'm a little nervous, mommy. W-What if I hit the wrong notes? We're singing a high note song, right? So, what if my voice'll squeak?" She said. Brittany detecting the amount of nervousness in her tone.
As soon as they got to the door, they used the cathole for exit. The outside of the house soon came into view. In front of them was the porch with a table set on the left side. They came to the porch steps and they were greeted by the lawn. The green grass presented dew droppings that accented the afternoon perfectly.
Brittany answered her question. "You have nothing to worry about, Ally. Believe it or not, my voice cracked during the International Music Awards?" She recalled the part when Alvin carried her when she sang the high note of the last part of the song. Yes, her voice cracked a bit.
Ally's expression turned into surprise as they followed the steps towards the black limousine. "Really, mommy? Then how'd you pass?"
Brittany shrugged. "I just kept going and no one noticed." They both stopped in their tracks as they reached the limousine. The door was closed but he saw someone from the inside wounding to open it. Brittany faced her daughter again and placed a paw on her shoulder. "Ally, always remember this. If you get up fast enough, no one will notice that you fell down."
Ally stared into her mother's eyes, considering her wise quotation. They were interrupted by the limousine door opening. They were greeted by Dave who was sitting by the door. "Hey, guys. Get in."
"Hey, Grampa Dave." Ally greeted as they got inside the limousine.
"Don't call me grampa, please. It makes me feel old. Just Dave." Dave's face wrote disgust.
"Okay. Sorry."
Ally hopped onto a seat and saw the rest of the children gathered around Claire, Toby, and Aunt Jackie. They were laughing aloud while the humans showed their adulation toward them. Feeling a bit left out, she scurried toward them and landed on Claire's lap. It took a while for Claire to notice her.
"Oh, Ally, there you are." Claire said. "How are you? I haven't seen you in two months."
"Uh..." Ally placed an awkward smile, not knowing how to react. "I'm fine, thank you, Claire."
"Aww... is this Ally?" She heard an elderly voice asking. She looked up and saw Aunt Jackie offering a hand for her to step on. She hopped on and Aunt Jackie brought her closer to her face. "The last time I've seen you, you were just this small." She cooed, making a few small inches with her fingers. "You're just as beautiful as your mother. Alvin and Brittany are so lucky to have you."
Aunt Jackie caressed her cheek with her finger. She's been doing that to every chipmunk, and everyone finds it very pleasurable. "Thank you, Aunt Jackie." She set her down on her lap, joining the rest of her cousins and siblings.
"You kids are just so cute. You're parents are lucky to have you."
"Our thoughts exactly. They're the best things that ever happened to us." Brittany spoke up, sitting beside her mate.
"Or maybe, since you can't get enough of each other, why not just-" Toby spoke up but was interrupted by Dave giving him a painful nudge on the shoulder.
"TOBY!" The adult chipmunks yelled out.
"What? Who knows, maybe Dave's going to need a bigger house. You know, the one with fifty rooms just in case they-" Another nudge interrupted him.
"TOBY!"
"What? You guys know it's true, you just don't want to admit it."
Claire then reached over and slapped Toby on the lap. "Don't worry, guys. He's harmless. He's just a bit off it because he hadn't seen Julie in two weeks. She's in a teacher's conference in Hawaii."
"I swear, she's seeing someone out there." Toby said.
"Like who? The fifty-seven year old Principal of Clyde Crashup? The married Mr. Bates? Or the forty-two year old pervert Mr. Berenson? Seriously, Toby, you're being overly paranoid." Claire assured.
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Brittany
The limousine halted into a stop next to a huge boat at the pier. Brittany, along with the rest of the family stepped out of the vehicle before it moved along to find a parking spot. The afternoon sky was bright, not a cloud in the sky. Nature seemed to have blessed the review with a great spring weather. There was a hint of orange in the sky, meaning the sun would be setting in a few hours. They set sights on a huge ship docked in the sea. It had life boats at its sides, and it was, as said, enormous.
It took a while before they noticed. In front of them was a red carpet which acted as a path toward the steps of the boat. Guards held back numerous amounts of cameramen and reported. Flashes of lights nearly blinded them, and the music could be heard from the ship's dining room.
"Come on, let's go." Simon gestured the rest of them to follow.
Everyone but Alvin and Brittany and their kids followed them. Their sights were set on the huge ship docked in front of them. They didn't even notice the paparazzi nearly breaking through the security. Feeling out of words, Brittany smiled as the ship gave back hundreds of memories. Her paw soon found itself on the necklace Alvin had given him on their first date. She never took it off, not once. It's the first gift Alvin had given him.
"Carnival Dreams. It gives back plenty of memories, doesn't it, Alvin?" She asked, her arm hooked around his.
"It does. It reminds me how it all started." Alvin replied, holding her arm close.
"Mommy, daddy? What are we waiting for?" Ally tugged at her mother's dress to get her attention.
Alvin and Brittany looked at them. The kids' face stood out with beauty and handsomeness all together with a hint of curiosity. Brittany looked at Alvin's eyes for a while, smiling at him before looking back at the kids. She crouched down, levelling their height and placed a paw on Ally's shoulder. "This ship is from where your daddy and I, along with your aunts and uncles got thrown overboard."
"You mean the one you told us that you landed on an island?" Ally asked.
"Yep, this is it. And it was your daddy's mischief that got us there."
Brittany felt a light paw on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Alvin smiling. "And remember, your mommy played along with it too."
Brittany couldn't help but giggle. She faced back to their children. "We were just kids back then. About three years older than you. I was thirteen, and your daddy was fourteen. But we acted like a bunch of nine year olds looking for some fun."
She noticed Bryon walking past her and tugged at Alvin's Tux. "But you're still the best parents ever. And maybe you guys are a bit old, but we still have the best fun when we're with you."
Alvin, noting the adulation, carried Bryon in his arms and nuzzled his cheek before giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you, Bryon. But we're still young. I'm still twenty years old, and you're mom's still nineteen, a teenager. "
"Oh,... well, everyone makes mistakes right?" Bryon gave a smile.
"Of course. Now, race you to the ship?" Alvin challenged.
Giggling, Bryon moved around and rode on his father's back, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep him from falling. "I like it this way, dad."
Alvin chuckled. "Your mother used to do this to me." He looked at Bryon who was riding on his back.
Bryon gave a hearty laugh. "Come on, dad. Those people are waiting!"
Alvin chuckled again. Walking forward, he motioned Brittany and the others to follow. Stepping on the red carpet, he realized there were more cameramen than they'd seen. Bryon waved at them while riding on his father's back. Alvin held close to this father's paw. Ally and Alienelle held their mother's paw as they approached the steps of Carnival Dreams.
That's the début, guys. I have some good news and a slight... bad news.
Now, you know that hurricane Sandy has left New York wet and powerless, right (hahaha)?
Well, yeah, that's the thing. Philippines is experiencing yet another super typhoon, and sadly, Cebu (that's where I live) is on signal number 3. But that's only the bad news.
The good news is, classes are cancelled in Cebu (Yep, only in Cebu. Aren't we lucky?) for a week. That means, until December 7. I'm all yours, guys.
We call the typhoon "Bagyong Pablo" (Hurricane Pablo). Might wanna look that up on google.
Sorry for the errors and the long chapter.