I think I pointed it out clearly that a gas can was shot and exploded in the last chapter, that's why AJ was blown away, right?
Recently bought Fifty Shades Darker, sequel to Fifty Shades of Grey.
ScarlettaXSimon = Sure thing. I can add that to my list, but my paws (I prefer paws instead of hands) are too heavy right now. I have a lot of stories to complete. Let me say... four stories after, then I can work on that.
Brittany sat by Alvin's side on the couch, cursing Simon and Jeanette - Jeanette! Her own sister! - for what they did and said to Alvin. They don't have the right to talk to him like that. They have no right to disrespect him - no one does! Not even herself. As his mate, it's her duty to make sure that that rule is strictly followed. Sworn, if they ever disrespect him ever again, their guts will be flying all over their room, and she won't even mind what her nieces and nephews will think of her. Bottom line, no one - as said a million times - disrespects him!
They sat on the couch, waiting for Dave and Jeremy who were waiting for the phone call from the police. How can a good day turn so messed up? Their son's found, they mated, and all the good things turned around when Simon came along.
Simon, she growled at his name. He doesn't have any right to tell Alvin that we don't care about our son. We do care about AJ. So why aren't we mourning for his lost? That's because we're ninety-nine , point ninety-nine percent sure that all that's happening is just a glitch in heaven, and is going to get fixed sooner than later. It's just a test of love. And how are they supposed to pass, not loving each other at hard times? And besides, mourning doesn't help when no one's dead. Surely, crying is good. It exercises the voice, cools the eyes, cleans your system. But mating does more than just those things, except there are some... benefits.
While in her thoughts, she felt Alvin's soft paw pressing wrapping around her wrist. She looked at him and smiled. His face wrote concern and care. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She felt a small movement in her stomach, reminding her of their unborn daughters. Her motherly instincts kicked in involuntarily. She pressed her other paw against her stomach and looked at Alvin in the eyes. "It's not me you should worry about."
"I'm alright, Britt. Nothing can hurt me, remember?" Alvin formed a smile with his lips. So comforting.
"Alvin, I love you and respect you and your dominance as my mate, my best friend, everything. But I wasn't talking about you." To point what she was talking about, she pressed her paw flat against her stomach. Alvin eyed it until finally getting the image.
His eyes widened. "Oh, my God. Are they alright?"
She smiled and nodded. "I'm sure they are. Their father can't be hurt, so they can't be any different."
"But they're girls."
She grinned and teased, "So I mated with a sexist, then?"
He grinned too. "Girl, you just made the biggest mistake of your life." But of course, she knew he's teasing.
Well, two can play it that. Brittany scooted closer and ran her paw along his thigh, tracing small circles on his fur. His soft, silky fur. Oh, she can't wait to take him again. When they find AJ, they're going to have a celebration. An all month celebration. She looked up at his eyes, those hazel-brown orbs that shone even in the dimmest light.
Oh, he's mine, alright. All mine, She thought quietly and remembered his last statement. "The best mistake I've ever made in my life."
"That's it." For some reason, Alvin sounded like he had enough of something. He rolled his eyes and looked at her. "If you ever lick your lips again, I swear you'll begging for me every second."
Oh, I wasn't aware, She thought again. Seductively, she grinned. Her paw was still squeezing his thighs, but she ran it up higher, pressing more gently. This time, purely voluntarily, she licked her lips again. "Did you say something, Alvin?" She started. "It sounded... very, very nice to me."
Alvin grinned, and a part of her died and went to heaven. "If you do that again, I'll take you right here, right now. I don't care."
Suddenly, a voice came from the other side of the couch, sounding somewhat in false disgust. "Don't. Please don't," Jeremy said, sitting on the other arm of the couch, wearing striped shirt and jeans. His hair was back to what it looked like when he went to school, and his face was much paler now. He looked cleaner, not like a street thug at all.
Brittany pushed herself away from Alvin, blushing madly.
"How long have you been here?" Alvin asked.
"Yeah, you could've at least made a sound, you know," Brittany added.
"I've been here halfway through your conversation. And I gotta say, Alvin's my new idol," He replied, grinning.
"Gee, thanks. Whatever happened to you and Becca?" Alvin asked.
He shrugged. "I got dropped out. We broke up."
"Not surprising." Alvin shrugged while Jeremy frowned. A few moments later, Alvin started again. "Do you really know where my son is?"
Brittany just loved the way he said 'Son'.
Jeremy nodded. "Positive. That used to be our hangout two years ago before we got expelled. West Eastman's only several blocks away. Dave and I told the police to scout that area with high priority. They said they saw a guy with brown hair, German descent, that's undoubtedly Ryan. And the building's already abandoned even before you guys got big in your celebrity status," He explained.
"Are you sure he's really there?"
"Then again, positive. If not, then Ryan's supposed to be there too, and we'll get him to talk."
Then another sudden tension appeared as footsteps were heard getting closer towards them. Dave appeared in the living room, looking urgent and in horror. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost. When he spoke, he sounded more than urgent. "Guys, we have to go. Now. There's been a fire."
Oh, no. Where? Brittany couldn't calm herself down, suddenly. She held on to Alvin's paw as she thought. Maybe it was in where AJ's being held. Oh, no, is AJ going to be okay?
"Please don't tell me..." Alvin said. Brittany could feel the tension in his paw.
Dave nodded. "AJ and Serene are in trouble."
. . . . . . .
Serene saw it all from when she felt his gentle paws pushed her to the side, away from danger. He tried to save her. Her life. In exchange for his. How could he? How could he do that? How could he even think of doing that? They're both children still. But he's the one mature enough to make such a noble act? Is he? No, he's just like her. But why?
She saw it all. The explosion. AJ charged while the dark man shot. She ran as fast as she could towards the window, as AJ commanded. But the white man came when the bullet hit the gas can under the kitchen sink, and she stopped dead in her tracks, watching.
The explosion. It blew everyone away.
The two humans, now unconscious. And so's AJ.
She was blown away too, but she escaped with nothing but a hard bumped on her elbow. Her jacket caught the fire, so she had to take it off, leaving her with her skirt and shirt. She watched as the whole building caught the fire, papers were swallowed, the walls were burned directly, and the whole place was hot. The bright flames reflected in her eyes, giving her the image of fear. But even with those monsters clawing everything inside her mind, only one word came into her thoughts.
The one who saved her. AJ.
She looked and scanned through the flames that stuck to the walls like an acidic glue, burning it to ash. Next to a fallen debris, AJ lied unconscious. She shook away her fear with a gasp as she saw him, lying unconscious. She didn't care about the fire as she scurried with all fours towards him.
She knelt down beside his body, clutching her painful elbow. But the pain wasn't even bothering her. It was AJ, looking so fragile, so vulnerable, so weak. He's in pain, so much pain. With her paw, she twitched his side. "Alvin. Alvin, wake up."
Nothing.
Fear gripped her body at his response. Her heart beat a thousand with adrenaline surging through her bloodstream. It wasn't the smell of gas and fire that made her scared. It certainly wasn't. "Alvin, please wake up. Please."
Still nothing.
She felt a pain at the pit of her stomach, encouraging her tears. She allowed them, and they came out hot with the heat of the flames around her, going closer. "Alvin. We have to get out of here. Please, wake up." She was already rocking his body back and forth violently and wildly, but he wasn't conscious. She sniffed, allowing herself to cry harder. She wailed freely.
"Alvin, no! No! Don't do this, please! I need you!" She felt weak. Weaker than she ever felt before. Even a flu wasn't able to make her feel this way. She cried hot tears. The fire grew closer, and she felt hopeless, helpless. Useless. It started to get even hotter.
She sniffed and allowed herself to fall freely on his chest. It was surprisingly warm. A warmth that contrasts to the heat of the fire. She found it soothing. Even more comfortable than any of her pillows at home. She wiped her tears into his sweater and moaned loudly and freely.
"Alvin," She said, her voice much quieter now. "Alvin, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, for everything." She lifted her face up and stared at his face, observing with effort. His fur, his nose,... his lips. She decided, he looks nice. His lips... they look so soft under his fur. This is the face of the one who's fallen in love with her.
And she regretted not loving him back. She realized now, how much love he really had for her.
"I'm sorry, Alvin." Her tears flowed again. These are the words she needed to say, but something told her she wanted to say more. "I-... I need you. Please don't die on me, Alvin. I... I decide..." She gulped, not sure if she should say it. But with what he did, she had to. With what he did, she owes him her life. She belongs to him now. "I decided that I... I love you. Please don't leave me now that I said it. Please. Please, I need you."
She looked at his face again, hoping a miracle would happen. She cursed herself for believing in fairy tales again. But all her life, she always had. Fantasies, fairy tales, fictions, miracles, she lived a part of her life with these. She looked at his face again. That was the face of her prince charming, as said most fairy tales. She comforted her, saved her.
She looked deeply at his lips. She wanted to be honest with herself. No more with the girl who tried to stay away from romance. Yes, with all her heart, she's sure now, she loves him. Always had, but never realized it. She knew what she was going to do wouldn't feel right, but she had to. She felt the need to.
Leaning closer with her beating heart, she felt his lips pressing against hers. Oh, they felt so soft. So... so... heavenly. She pressed harder, harder until the insides of her lips pressed against her teeth (No tongue, of course). She sighed, contented with the touch as she parted with him. She nuzzled against his cheek before she felt the ache in her stomach again.
Her tears came back, harder and harder. Not because there was no way out; not because of the fire; not because of the lack of hope. She cried harder, her tears steaming and streaming, hot and warm, knowing she'll never be able to do this again. She'll never be able to kiss him; never be able to nuzzle against his soft, silky fur; she's never going to feel his arms wrapped around her, comforting her, making her forget her fears, leaving only warmth.
She slammed her head against his chest, her snout feeling the pain. She sniffed hard, wiping her tears with his sweater. "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me." She looked into his face, her head not leaving his chest. "I need you."
With her ear pressed against his chest, she heard his heartbeat. Gentle, steady. Then, as if a miracle rained down, his lips twitched. Serene gasped and lifted her head quickly to look at his face. His eyes opened slowly, and she met his hazel-brown eyes as his eyelids parted slowly. She blinked, feeling hope in her tears.
"S-Serene..." He spoke slowly and his voice was barely audible. But to her, it wasn't easy to ignore.
She nodded. "Yes, Alvin. It's me, Serene. Please don't leave me. I-..." Now that he was alive, she wasn't sure she should say it. But she shrugged the nervousness off and blurted it out quickly. "I love you too. I decided I'm going to love you as much as you love me. You saved me."
AJ said nothing. After a moment, Serene witnessed a growing smile on his face. "Th- thank... you."
. . . . . . .
Ally complained once more about her aching feet. They've already gotten out of the park, now heading to where Mr. Smart guy thinks her brother is being held. They've been walking for hours, still no sign of them. Whenever she asked Stanley, he'd reply with a nod, a shrug, or 'the scent is getting thicker' and they weren't really convincing.
Seriously, these legs were used for anything but walking. Oh, Stanley so owes her a massage when they get home. A long, soothing, relaxing massage using his soft, male-like-and-teenage-like paws. They'd already gotten off the park, now walking along the sidewalk and ignoring the cars that passed by. So far, Stanley still hasn't said anything, which is very irritating.
She looked at him. His nose was twitching, gathering the scent. He's gotten quiet all of a sudden. She rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.
"What?" Stanley finally said something. Hallelujah!
"Could you stop being so quiet?" She complained again. She's been complaining about something every minute, but at least it gets her mind out of the walking. "It's making me nervous," She added.
"Sorry. Now that you're my girlfriend and you're a female, YOU'RE the one who needs to adjust," He replied, grinning and frowning seriously at the same time. Can he get any more complicated?
She frowned at his reply and playfully nudged his shoulder. "Watch it, Stan. I'm still your cousin, and I can still tell daddy about you watching me naked." She grinned widely. "I can tell, he won't like it very much."
Stanley frowned even harder, as if being hit directly by an arrow of realization. Bulls-eye! Ally grinned wider.
"You won't be so happy. A year or two from now, we're going to be mates, and you're the one who's going to regret things." His voice sounded threatening. Ooh... scary... Not!
Mates? Ally thought of the word. Does that mean marriage in chipmunk culture? If so, they never had any priests or any religious gatherings she knew about. Her parents were mates, of course. But how'd they become mates? The answer certainly didn't involve churches and priests. Ally shrugged off the thought and tried to come up with another smart and witty comeback for her boyfriend.
''That is, if we ever become mates," She replied.
Stanley looked at her and faked a frown. "I'm hurt, Ally. I'm hurt." He pressed his paw against his chest.
Ally laughed and slipped an arm around him, pulling him close as they walked. She planted a kiss on his cheek. "Aw, it's alright, Stanley," She cooed. "We'll be mates in a few years. I just have to ask how."
Stanley scoffed. She got the feeling the he knew how it happens. She shrugged it off, left it, and resumed walking, her arm never leaving him. She pulled him close, and Stanley slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close too. She giggled and blushed. A few moments later, Stanley stopped and looked at the other side of the street.
"Now, if we just have to cross there." He grinned and looked at her. "Are you up for it?"
She nodded. "I know you'll never let a car run me over. I trust you, Stanley."
A car passed by, and Ally could sense him making small counts. He looked at the far end of the road and waited for more cars to pass by, until they were left with a clear way. Stanley held her paw as they ran out of the sidewalk, stepping off of the gutter. She could feel the wind on her face as Stanley held her paw, scurrying with all fours to the other side of the street. As they got to the middle, she glanced off to her side and gasped deeply with her widened eyes.
She could smell the scent of the tire of the car speeding quickly towards her, ready to crush her underfoot. She froze, paralyzed as the sound of the engine deepened her roots to the ground. Thousands of possible scenes flashed in her head, scaring her deeply just thinking about what could happen. Then suddenly, she felt a strong tug at her arms, reminding her that Stanley still has her paws. The pull threw her to the side, away from the car. She stared deeply at the passing tire, thinking about the possible occurrences if Stanley hadn't pulled her out of the way.
She breathed heavily, landing frozen on the ground with her feet feeling cold. Stanley tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. "We can't stay here!" He yelled.
She felt surprised when Stanley swept under her knees with his paw, the other one on her back, and lifted her from the ground. He started to run, her in his arms. She felt warm, and safe, comfortable even. She couldn't help but bury her face in his chest as he ran, then stopped. She felt disappointed as he placed her down.
As she got on her legs, she felt flushed, pale, weak. She felt her knees gave way and she used his shoulder for support to keep herself from falling.
"Are you alright?" She felt his paws on her shoulders.
She nodded and breathed. "Y-yeah. Just a close call. Sorry about that."
"It's alright. I'll never let anything happen to you. Remember that, Ally."
She grinned and placed her paws behind his neck. She pulled him close and gave him a quick kiss. She smiled as they pulled out. "I think you've earned that kiss for saving me from an enraged squirrel. I owe you another one for saving me from a car, and another one because what you said touched me."
"So, I'm getting two more kisses?"
"Yes."
"Just two for saving your life?" Oh, so he wants more?
She tapped her chin, pretending to think. "Hmm... you do owe me one kiss. So,... three."
"Just three?"
"Minus one for watching me naked," She teased.
Stanley raised an eyebrow. "I didn't watch you naked. In fact, you watched me."
"Well, I'm a girl, so that's alright. But you invited me to swim with you, and that means you watched me naked." Ally tapped her chin again, thinking. "Oh, that reminds me. Minus one for kissing me while I was naked, and minus one for sleeping with me naked. So you get no kiss at all."
He frowned. "Not fair."
"Wait, there's more. You probably watched me a million times while I was asleep naked. So, that's another minus."
"Negative one? Are we heading to negative integers now?"
"Negative what?"
"Nothing. Never mind," He said as he took her paw again. Oh, he despite those minuses, he does owe her a few kisses. A few, slow and sloppy kisses. And of course, with tongue.
As they started walking again, Ally couldn't help herself from grinning. It's either that she got Stanley right where she wanted him, or the fact the she's holding his paw. Why is she feeling the urge to stop and pull him into a kiss without thinking? Maybe it's that thing called... puby-something. Puberty? Yeah, that sounded right. But if it really is that 'puberty' thing, she's supposed to be bleeding through her... ahem, as mommy told her. The thought of herself walking with him with a bleeding 'ahem' scared her.
They walked further into the road until Stanley stopped. As he did, his eyebrows were crooked, as if sensing something wrong. "What is it?" Ally asked.
"Do you smell that?" He replied.
Ally wasn't the best sniffer, but as she sniffed the air, she couldn't deny it too. The smell of black smoke combined with gas. She nearly sneezed as she took it in her nose. "Fire?" She asked.
"Yes, and more. Good news is that we're going the right direction and I know where they are. But the bad news is..." He paused.
"What?"
"Serene's perfume. I smell it in the fire."
Oh, no.
I really wanted to continue this, but I got bored and I need to take a break for a while. So, see you tomorrow, guys. The next chapter's probably the third or second to the last chapter. :D
So, I'm still open for story suggestions. :D