Simon's Point of View
The violet wouldn't wilt, it just refused to die. Day by day, week by week, the purple flower stood strong and tall and more vibrant than the previous day. This flower really was special, but still not as special as my own flower was to me. The violet sat alone in a vase filled with water and each week I expected it to wilt and die and each week I was proven wrong. The flowers at The Gardens had begun to grow and last week we had our first visitor, followed by a family of visitors the next day. Finally, The Gardens was getting the treatment it deserved, and Jeanette and I were proud our hard work was finally paying off. The flower that now lived at home with us seemed to grow as we got happier and that is what made me realize how special this flower really was and why it meant so much to Jeanette.
One evening, after school and work at The Gardens, Jeanette and I sat on the couch stuck watching Alvin and Brittany play video games, our fur was soaking wet as water play had become a habit with Summer. We sat, huddled for a comforting warmth through the cold water and I thought that if Jeanette weren't here, I'd have died of boredom watching my brother beat Brittany, who looked like she too would die of boredom, at the video games he wasted hours away with. I knew Brittany wasn't much of a gamer, but I knew she wanted Alvin to be happy, ever since the concert, I've noticed they've gotten a bit closer. Me and Jeanette had a choice, either watch our siblings play their game (I'd rather watch it than play it) or help Theodore and Eleanor and Dave cook dinner. I'm not the best cook, the only thing I could rally make being a chemical reaction, so I had no real choice. I've never tasted Jeanette's cooking, but whether she could actually cook or not, she chose to stay with me. No argument sprung up this time about me and Jeanette kissing or acting like a couple, we knew our siblings were right and that we did romantic couple stuff like kissing and cuddling.
"Dinner!" Dave called and Alvin shot up immediately and left his game. Brittany looked pleased that she no longer had to play and strutted for the kitchen, followed by me and Jeanette who hopped hand in hand. The kitchen smelled of spaghetti and meatballs, a favorite of mine ever since Theodore had developed his own recipe for home-made noodles. As soon as he got his plate filled with food, Alvin smashed into it face first and gobbled down all he could. "Alvin, where are your manners?" Dave complained, "You're at the table." Alvin lifted his head with his cheeks puffed out, filled with spaghetti and smiled innocently as best he could.
"Sorry… Dave…" He mumbled and pulled a noodle out of his mouth and waved it in front of our father, "Want some?" Dave didn't looked amused, in fact, he looked rather disgusted, but everyone else at the table laughed, even me, because I knew that there was a time when I might not have been able to be here to see Alvin pester Dave with his nautical humor. This was how most dinners went in our house, most family dinners anyway. Sometimes, when Dave was too busy, we fended for ourselves, which usually meant Theodore or Eleanor whipped something up and sometimes we just forgot to eat; Dave wanted a family dinner tonight as today was the last day of school and he wanted to celebrate everyone's passing. Dave really was a good father and I really wasn't sure what life would be like without him even if he could be a little strict at times.
"As a result of all of you passing," Dave announced, "and with everyone getting older, I think it's time that the boys bunk in a separate room and the girls bunk in a separate room; you'll all have so much more space. Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor can keep the current room and decorate it however they want and Alvin, Simon, Theodore, you guys can have the attic. It's very spacious, you'll love it."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with Simon and Jeanette, would it?" Alvin questioned and then lost track with what we all knew he didn't, "Wait, we have an attic? What else have you been keeping from us, David, if that is your real name."
"Alvin…" Dave began but was rudely interrupted.
"Because if you're a secret agent, too, than I call going on your next mission."
"Alvin." Dave said in a more serious tone and I knew what would come next. Alvin quickly switched topics again, just like a little kid, he had the attention span of a child.
"The attic better have a window and all the necessities." Alvin gasped and his eyes widened, "Can we get a mini-fridge?"
"ALVIN!" Dave yelled, signaling the end of dinner and the start of working on the new rooms.
It was late at night, I suspected around eleven, and everyone was finishing up with the movement of any furniture for their new rooms. Jeanette was up in her and her sisters room, probably having a fun time decorating, picking paint colors or finding some sort of design and I was stuck helping Dave and Theodore move our beds up and Alvin was quote, "supervising."
"Ugh." I grunted as me and Theodore dumped Alvin's bed in the corner of the attic.
"Why do I get the corner?" Alvin whined.
"Because you're the supervisor." I shot and patted him on the shoulder, which seemed to have shut him up; knowing that he would forever be sleeping in the corner for his great service in the move, I found myself amused by the fact that I got the area with the window. Alvin's bed was the last thing to be moved and I was glad that work was over; rather than going straight to bed like Dave and my brothers, I jumped down the stairs and slumped on the couch in the living room to relax. It's been months since I've given myself time to relax, or even to think about how things were going, when I wasn't working at The Gardens, trying to stop the construction workers, I was worrying about Jeanette, but now, with her being safe and sound, I could let my mind wander.
"Simon?" Jeanette's voice sang from the stairs after about fifteen minutes of free thought, "What are you still doing up?" She sounded tired yet at the same time energetic, I always had a little trouble deciding how she really was. Maybe it was from all her decorating, it was an exciting thing to do, so I guess I couldn't judge whether she could be tired or not.
"I couldn't sleep." I stated, hopping down off the couch, "Same thing with you?" She nodded her head slowly, but with a smile. I started walking to the stairs as she jumped down each step and eventually we met up in the middle of the living room and welcomed each other in a warm embrace. I could hear her soft breathing and as she lay her head on my shoulder for a second I thought she was going to fall asleep, but then music started playing, I couldn't pinpoint from where, but t was a slow song, like the kind that people play at their weddings. I tilted my head up I search of the source and found Brittany trying to hide on the steps with the stereo remote in her hand. I thought Alvin of all people would have interrupted the moment, but Brittany acted like Alvin every now and then. The music seemed to have relaxed Jeanette as she sighed softly into me and began rocking back and forth, so instead of pitting blame on her sister, I silently thanked her for giving us this fun, relaxing time. I could see the violet swim in it's vase as if it too were dancing to the music. I smiled and held my own flower closer as we slow-danced through the night.
That was the first story in a series, dear readers and writers. I hope you enjoyed this story and I would like to thank you all for your support through my first story here on Fanfiction. Two people in particular, both great writers and enthusiastic readers gave me support throughout the beginning to the end and I would like to thank them. alvinnascar5 is great and even gave me my first review! He is rocking the Chipmunks and the Chipettes by placing them in what he loves, racing. He decked the munks out in cars in his story The Fastest and The Squeakiest. The second person I would like to thank who has become more than a reader, but also a friend, is Pokemon-Ranger-Trainor who currently hosts one of the best talk shows out there (I'm not even joking) The Ranger Show! These two have given me the most support for this story and I think they deserve a round of applause!
Throughout the story, I used many songs for the "fellas" to sing and for inspiration, I think they deserve their credit:
Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO
We're The Chipmunks by Alvin and The Chipmunks
Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae
Fireflies by Owl City
Make A Wave by Demi Levato and Joe Jonas
Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift.
Without these songs, this story just wouldn't be. Thanks to all of you readers and once again, I hope you enjoyed the journey! More is coming, that I promise you, Happy reading, and Happy Writing.