Chipmunksforlife = I'm done killing zombies. They're just too old and disgusting .
NY MUNK = NNNNNOOOOOOOOO! TWINKIES! SWEET CHEESY TWINKIES! WHAT HAVE THEY DOOONNNEEE!
Everyone, a moment of silence please, for the loss of Twinkies.
Brittany's Point Of View (I think the author likes me)
Alvin and Brittany, your test has come. Be loving, be loyal, be brave for the sake of you hearts to pass. Stay faithful, and my rewards will be more than your arms can carry.
I heard a deep voice, a deep yet soft voice talking to me, mentioning mine and Alvin's name about a test. Then suddenly, in my dreams, I saw a pink cloud flash and circle around me before disappearing. This occurrence made me jolt up awake from my dreams.
Once I have woken up, I was greeted by the worst headache I've ever met. When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry, my stomach felt funny and the dizzy feeling in my head made me want to lie back down. The blurry vision went away soon after, and I was greeted by the interior of mine and Alvin's room.
Wait... mine and Alvin's room? Wha- how-... What happened? How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was sipping a glass of wine... and then... then... what happened after that? Why does the air feels cold under my fur? And why does my fur feel cold? Am I naked? I looked down on my body, and yes, I was. And I smell... smell like...
I sniffed.
My body smells like... Alvin. Alvin's...- never mind, you don't want to know what it is. But I'm pretty sure it's Alvin's. I sniffed again, and there was no mistake about it. Alvin and I mated last night, but when? And how? I recalled what I had last night - a glass of wine. No, two glasses of wine. Okay, I admit, it was six... maybe eight. Or maybe more than that. And what happened? Did I get drunk? Possibly. I must be in a hangover and that explains the headache feeling like ice picks stabbing my eyes.
And why does my body feel so satisfied? So... so warm. Moving as if I want something... or someone. Looking at my side, I saw Alvin lying down on his back. The sun shone through the curtains and on his face, making his features visible. I smiled... Then suddenly, after another headache, a wave of memories came rushing into my mind. Memories of... memories of... last night? Before we slept? OF COURSE!
Oh, my God, how could I have forgotten that? We mated last night, and as I remembered, it was the best mating session we ever had in our mateship. My body started to groan again, feeling as if it wants more of last night... more of the feeling he gave me. Oh, my God... if only I wasn't so tired. If only I wasn't drunk. Oh God, we have to get more nights like that. I remembered screaming at the top of my lungs, his name, the wonderful name that sends comfort into my ears and softens my throat. Oh, I remembered the warmth... I had to stick my tongue out because it was so hot. I remembered panting like a dog while I moan his name. I remember his tongue brushing against my chest, his cheeks nuzzling against my neck. Oh my God it turns me on just by thinking about it.
Remembering the pleasure last night, every part of me lingered again. Oh God, I need him. I want him to dominate me like he did last night. I want to see him wrinkle his nose as he feels the wave of pleasure rising in his loins. I want him again... oh, God... even just by looking at him, I want to do everything I can to be more intimate.
I went closer to him and laid my head on his chest. It's so hard,... so comfortable... so warm... it smells so masculine. Oh, how my mouth watered as if he were food. My feelings getting the better of me, I stuck out my tongue and brushed it across his chest,... and Oh... oh he tastes so wonderful.
Feeling aroused again, I nuzzled my cheeks across the same spot on his chest, then licked again. Two licks, one nuzzle... one lick, one nuzzle... three strong nuzzles then one lick... I did everything so wildly. Then I stopped when I felt his body flinched, cursing myself for waking up such a handsome figure.
I looked up to his face, his eyes were open, looking at me. "Brittany?" He called out.
"I-I'm sorry if I woke you up, Alvin. I just can't get enough of you."
"You remember what happened just night?" He asked me.
I smiled again as I nuzzled against his chest, letting my head rest under his chin. "I can never forget something like that." I said. "But tell me, what happened before that?"
"You mean before we got home?"
I nodded and he told me all about what happened in the ship. He said I drank almost all the contents of the bottle, started dancing like a maniac on the dance floor. I nearly gagged as I imagined myself doing that. Was I really that drunk? He also told me he was thankful that the kids were not there to see me. And so was I thankful. He told me about my attempts to seduce him to stop Theodore's car so that we could mate inside. Then he told me about stopping under a tree where I vomited due to my intoxication. My mouth went agape at that, and I wish that somehow, what he said weren't true. But he kissed me after I puked? He actually did it. And did my mouth taste funny? He told me there was nothing unusual about the taste in my mouth, and that he was surprised about that too.
Suddenly, in the middle of our conversation, my mouth went dry instantly, and I felt my throat opening. My stomach and my chest felt funny, and I gagged one or two times. I felt something from my stomach propelling into my throat. I cupped my mouth with my paw to slowly hold it back as I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I ignored Alvin's questions, and I felt bad running away from him without warning.
As I made my way to the bathroom, the house seemed more quiet than usual. But I ignored it and focused on the problem at paw. I arrived inside the bathroom and hopped up on top of the sink, feeling my stomach starting to feel uncomfortable. I placed my paw on my stomach as I opened my mouth and threw up on the sink. It felt weird, but explainable. I'm just having a hangover, that's all. And vomiting is one of the symptoms.
When I was done, I washed all my wastes away and gargled a few mouthwash and spit it out, feeling my breath cool and having a hint of strawberry in them. As I looked at the door, Alvin was already standing there with a weird look. Still as handsome as ever, no matter what his face expresses.
"Hangover getting to you?" Alvin asked me.
"Yeah." I felt the headache again and placed my paw on my forehead to hold down the pain. "Remind me never to drink again." I said.
"You're never drinking again, it's official. I learned my lesson last night."
I blushed. "Don't tell the kids."
"Yeah..." He muttered. "...But thinking of the kids, don't you think the house is a bit too quiet?"
I wondered for a while, then said "Yeah. Now that you've mentioned it, I never heard anyone telling us to come down for breakfast. And I don't smell anyone cooking in the kitchen."
"Mind if we take a look?" He asked me.
As much as I wanted to, I felt the pain on my forehead again and started to get dizzy. "No thanks. I don't feel so good. I'm going back to bed. Tell the kids I'm proud of their performance last night. I really am."
"You want me to walk you to the room?" He offered.
I smiled. "Sure."
I hopped down from the sink and walked towards Alvin, taking his paw. I nearly stumbled down, the room felt like it was spinning. God, I definitely need a sleep. I noted my naked figure and hoped nobody would see me. But then again, we're chipmunks and we have furs. But what would the kids think of me?
We arrived inside the room and Alvin tucked me into bed, gave me one kiss on the forehead. God, he makes me feel like a child... a spoiled child and I love it. He left the room after saying "I love you".
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Jeanette
They arrived at home just a few moments after 7 o' clock. They arrived at morning because more than one things came up... bad things, and they needed to be solved. First, Ian got shot on the arm, and they had to take him to the hospital before the dangers of blood loss come. Second, they had to take Ally to Beatrice after finding the bruise on her arm probably because of her fall. Third, they were debating whether or not to go to the police station. At first they thought they needed some help, but then they decided Ryan wouldn't want the police. No hostage taker or kidnapper would, and it took an hour for them to go to the police station, a half-hour to decide, and another half hour to leave. They arrived home at early 7 AM.
The kids were asleep, and Eleanor - who had drunk more than four glasses of wine - was forced to sleep because of her discreet attempts to seduce Theodore.
And they had a guest... Someone who told them that Ryan wouldn't want the police.
Jeremy Smith.
He was with them and despite of the endless complaints from Simon, everyone was convinced that he was on the good side. But Simon and Theodore only half-believed that because of the actions Jeremy had brought against them together with Ryan and Xanders.
Nobody except the children had the appetite to fall asleep. Ally, had a breakdown once they got into the limousine to take Ian to the hospital. But thanks to Stanley, Jeanette and Simon's son, she was able to calm down. And now, Jeanette couldn't help but smile at the picture of Stanley curled into a ball around Ally, cuddling each other.
Jeanette smiled at that. She always knew Stanley was the supportive one, and despite his intimidating looks, he's kind at heart. And looking at Stanley and Ally now, Jeanette could just picture them together... even though they ARE cousins. But she and Simon were siblings, weren't they?
Once the kids were woken up, everybody poured out of the car including Jeremy. With Alvin's son being kidnapped by his 'friend', everyone knows he has explaining to do to Alvin and Brittany. As Jeanette walked, Simon's paw in hers, Ally spoke to them.
"Aunt Jeanette, are we ever going to find Alvin?" She asked.
Jeanette held her gaze towards her, her hazel-brown eyes - inherited from Alvin - glistened under the early morning sun. She appears to be holding back tears, and Jeanette could only give sympathy, not answer. She looked at Simon for a while, then back to her. Jeanette knelt down and received Ally in her arms.
She could feel her tears coating her shoulder while she nuzzled on the same spot, wiping her tears on her fur. "Don't cry, Ally. We'll find him."
Ally sniffed. "I- I just feel so useless. I'm suppose to be responsible for him. I'm his big sister, but there's nothing I can do. I feel so... so... irresponsible."
Jeanette patted on her back. "Shh... it's alright, Ally. There's nothing you could have done. Even your uncle Simon and I couldn't do anything, nor could your grandfather and your uncle Theodore. There was nothing anyone could have done." Jeanette paused before realizing she wasn't doing any good. She's not her mother... she needs Brittany. "Would you like it if I take you to your mother?"
"No... I don't want mommy to see me cry. She'll cry too, and I don't want to see her cry."
Jeanette patted her back again. "It's alright, Ally. Just cry... crying helps. Just let it all out." Jeanette remembered the hormones released through crying which can not only increase emotional strength, but physical beauty as well. She released Ally and turned to Simon. "Do you mind if I take her to her room? I don't think she wants to be alone."
Simon smiled. "No, not at all."
"Thank you. If you need me, I'll be in Brittany's room."
Simon gave a puzzled look. "Why?"
"I don't think she wants anyone else to tell her this other than Eleanor and I. But Ellie's asleep, and I'm the only one."
"What about Alvin?"
One of the most important rules in mateship - Always avoid contact with another male, and the male must avoid contact with other females. "He'll be talking to Jeremy. Don't worry, I won't take long."
Simon kissed Jeanette on the cheek before approving. "Okay. But avoid Alvin if you can. I don't want my mate talking to another male. And I'll be in the kids's room."
"Yes, Simon." She turned to her niece. "Come on, Ally."
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Alvin
After tucking Brittany in and giving her one last kiss, he left the room and started towards downstairs. As he walked, his mind drifted into last night. Brittany had been too wild... to passionate... no one can imagine the burst of pleasure the he had experienced last night. And Brittany to, couldn't forget it despite having a hangover. She forgot everything else except the mating and it's only surprising. When Brittany darted towards the bathroom and threw up, Alvin suspected he was pregnant again, then he felt nervous to the pit of his stomach. But then Brittany claimed she was just having a hangover, so he sighed in both relief and disappointment. Disappointed because Brittany would be happier if there were more children, and when Brittany's happy, he's happy ten times more.
Alvin made his way down the stairs, and from the living room, he could hear a few quiet voices. Unusually, there were two human voices, Dave and...
who owns that other voice? Whoever it was, it made his head wrinkle in anger for some reason. Someone... someone bad... Ian? No it can't be Ian. He's on the good side now, and his voice is much more like David Cross - the rank 8th greatest comedian in America.
Curious, he made his way down the stairs, and as he stared at the living room, he couldn't believe his eyes. His eyes met a teenager, blonde hair, tattered clothes. His head wrinkled in disgust as he looked at him. He brought back memories, bad memories. The person who had nearly destroyed the chipmunks bond of brotherhood is looking friendly, being treated with hospitality, and is seated on their couch.
Alvin's muscles clenched, ready to attack.
"You!" He growled.
Jeremy stood up from the couch, seeming harmless. On the couch, across his, Dave, Simon, and Theodore sat.
Jeremy turned to look at him. "Alvin... you're-"
"What's he doing here?!" He asked to his brothers and adoptive father.
Simon got up and faced him. "Long story, short, he's on our side."
Alvin gave a puzzled look. "Our side of what?"
"You're not in the best position to be told." Simon gestured to the spot on the couch beside him. "You might want to sit down."
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Long chapters means less reviews, so I'm going to make this short (That's what she said).
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