YOLO = I'll have you know that I didn't use Google translator. I had French lessons last summer, and I was very, very rusty.

Chipmunksforlife = Whoa, is that John Cena?

Guest = ":" to you too.

Stanley's been out for a while now, cutting out a few loose and dried twigs that have fallen off the trees and into the ground to use as firewood. Of course, if he were human, he'd have to bring a huge ax to cut off the branch, but being a chipmunk, it's easy to find fallen twigs on the ground, and they're more flammable than huge human-sized firewood. And of course, how could he forget about Ally? It's not like he didn't regret pushing her into a pile of mud, and it's not like he did, but he didn't. Actually, everything he's done always had something to do with finding their siblings, despite her rants about him wanting to see her naked.

Of course he's not like that. Stanley Seville is not a disgusting pervert. Born to and raised by a wonderful and dashingly beautiful and charming mother, he'd known all his life to respect girls, treat them like valuable treasures. Women like her mom are very, very hard to find, according to his father. It's not surprising he didn't end up with aunt Brittany, or aunt Eleanor. Aunt Brittany was too hot-headed for his taste, and Aunt Eleanor - there's nothing weird about her, but she talks too much, she's too childish and innocent (okay, maybe not so innocent), and a bit too sugary.

His mom satisfied all of dad's criteria, and surprisingly, she satisfied Stanley's as well. But of course, she's not going to end up with her mother. That's just plain weird. What he wants is another girl who's exactly like her mother - Smart, charming, not too fat, not too thin, soft and silky fur and with a smile to die for.

Like Ally? Then again, for the millionth time in his life, a voice inside his head teased. He frowned. Whenever he has fantasies, his mind always gets him back to the real world, no matter how much he doesn't like it. And he found it utterly annoying.

Thanks a lot, voices whom I never needed my whole life, he thought. He could lend himself out to a circus if he tries to talk verbally with this voice.

But of course, those voices always spoke the truth. The hard, teasing nose-wrenching, teeth-gritting, truth. Okay, he admits, he's drawn to Ally, but that voice didn't have to remind him. Honestly, he's not just drawn to Ally. He's crazy about her! Even before he hit the early stages of puberty, he's been having constant dreams of him and Ally,... doing something,... y'know what that means, right? Every morning, he feels like he wants to slap himself senseless for having such inappropriate dreams. But there was one very, very embarrassing moment where he had to change the sheets of his bed because of the white, sticky substance that clung to it. He had to wash it himself. (Don't be disgusted. It's a normal early teenager thing).

But of course, despite his dreams, he keeps his urges to himself. He doesn't explore himself (you know, Fap). In fact, no one does. At least, in dad's side of the family. On the other sides, he's not so sure. It's not like he finds it boring, or non-satisfying, it's just that he feels that it's wrong to do so. And even now, he's trying to keep his urge to peek into the bush and watch Ally. No way in heck is he ever going to do that. Ever.

Walking forward, he stopped and picked up another twig and tucked it under his arms. He's carrying about six woods now. Just enough for a fire that'll last an hour or so. But slightly peeking over through the bush, he saw Ally's shadow still in the water. He didn't look at her body. He just did enough to see where she was. Seeing that he can't go back without being yelled at yet, he walked forward and gathered more twigs.

And then an appropriate thought hit him again. He knew this was just a normal teenager thing (chipmunks hit puberty at ten years old), but one peek won't hurt, right? Just look if... if... she's... you know... and then look away, pretend like nothing happened.

Oh, come on, you know you want to, the voice told him again. Darn, that evil voice can be really tempting. But so's her body. Admit it, you know you want to, the voice tempted him again.

He paused, stopped in his tracks and recollected his thoughts. Should he do this? He looked over at the bush. One peek won't hurt, right? It's not like she's ever going to know. He knows it's wrong, but then again, just this once. Just one, tiny little peek. That can't hurt, right?

The air around him suddenly grew cold while his body grew hot as he slowly, and nervously approached the bush. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his breathing wasn't normal. He swears to himself he'll never do this again. As he approached the bush, his paws were shaking as he slowly set the leaves aside. Ally's figure came into view. Half of her body was drowned in water, so he couldn't see her chest down to her lower body. Thank God for that. He knows that seeing Ally's below can change his life forever, and he didn't want that.

But what struck him the most was the way she was frozen in place. She was looking at a distance. When he looked into her eyes, they were clad in fear, and that worried him. He looked over to what she was looking at and gasped as he saw a dark, shadowy figure closing in on her. A rodent, possibly a chipmunk or a squirrel, claws out of its sheath, its teeth gritted, and as Stanley realized what was happening, adrenaline surged through his system. He dropped the firewood quickly and ran away, retracing his steps back toward the pond. As soon as he got there, the rodent was already on the water, a few feet away from Ally. The rodent was on all fours, feet on the water, growling and slowly closing in on her.

Acting quickly, Stanley found a hard rock on the ground. He picked it up, and with a lucky shot, he threw it and it impacted on the rodent's head.

But that didn't do as much as angered it much more. The rodent turned its head on his direction and growled in rage. Stanley was able to make out its figures, and thought it was a squirrel. Which it was. Its claws grew out of its sheath and started to pounce quickly towards him. Before Stanley could react, the enraged squirrel pinned him to the ground and tried to bite his neck. Stanley was able to use his wrist to block his teeth, but the soft, thick fabrics of his sweater wasn't able to guard his arm from the bite.

"Ah!" He yelled in pain as he felt the teeth begin to sink under his skin. The squirrel continued to growl.

"Get off him!" Ally's voice could be heard, and Stanley saw her shoving the squirrel away. Ally was still wet and naked (Not sexually!). The squirrel was knocked off of him, but the rodent glared at her angrily. It got up and slashed against Ally's cheek, letting her fall to the ground.

Stanley felt his blood boil at the sight of the squirrel pinning Ally to the ground, giving her multiple scratches. His arm wandered to the ground and found a hard rock. He picked it up, lifted it, and found it was hard enough to break a skull. His face wrinkled and every muscle in his body clenched in anger as he got up and quickly charged towards the squirrel, knocking him off of her.

While the squirrel was still down, Stanley took the rock and smashed it against his face again and again. At one point, the squirrel started to toss its arms around, trying to get him off. Stanley stopped hitting him and got off.

Without looking back at the squirrel, his first thoughts was to run to Ally's side. He looked at her wrist and saw multiple scratches under her fur. What a relief to him was there wasn't a single scar on her body other than her cheek. She was okay. Naked and arousing, but okay.

"Are you alright?" Stanley asked.

Ally gulped as she answered. "It stings." She was referring to her wounds.

He looked back at the squirrel and saw it was back on its feet again, in a defensive stance. Then slowly, it growled as it scurried away.

Stanley sighed, feeling the effects of adrenaline starting to loosen away. He took a look at Ally's wounds, and as deep as they were, they bled only a few drops.

"I'm going to patch you up. Where'd you put your clothes?"

She pointed to the pond. "It's over- oh wait..."

Stanley looked over at the pond and saw pieces of clothes soaked in the shallowest part of the water. "Great."

Ally looked at him, eyebrows crooked. "What do you mean great? You mean you actually want to see me naked? Wet and naked?"

"I was being sarcastic."

He let Ally sit up, her legs in front of her body. He let go of her and walked to the nearest bush. Luckily, the leaves were big enough. He cut off the node of a leaf with his claw and wrapped it around Ally. He looked at her. "There. Happy?"

"It's warm. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now stay here. I'm going to start the fire, then I'll patch you up, okay?"

Ally nodded in response.

So, how was it? Please be honest. I'm not that great in things like this. Especially action. I can't write action very well.

Wow, I worked on this chapter in one hour. That's a new record.