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I'm still grounded, but I still have MY LAPTOP, BISHES! I couldn't go out, they said, you'll have to stay inside your room for the whole day with no fun, they said. I was like I got my laptop, fanfiction, 9gags, AATC sequels, internet, and a big chance to dis gays, so your loss, MAMASITAS!
Since it's Simon's POV, I added some "Smart" words that, I dearly say, is related to his personality.
As for Jeanette, she is a genius like Simon, but she's a girl, so I'll let her talk like other girls but with a timid personality.
Simon's POV
Tonight, will be the night I'm going to tell her, I will execute my plan, which I will not reveal right now. I HAVE been studying french culture, so this plan will be "Bad", and by "Bad" I mean Michael Jackson kind of bad. It will work, thanks to that french chipmunk who took over my body back at the island.
It's currently lunch time at West Eastman, I am, as usual, sitting beside my brothers on the chipmunk table, which the school made for us and the Chipettes. Well, as usual, we sit beside our counterpart, and mine, which is Jeanette. "So, Simone was actually your boyfriend?" I thought, as I noticeably looked at Jeanette. She probably noticed me looking at her, since she reacted, by turned her head to my direction, our eyes made contact. I stared at those pair of amethyst colored optical which seems to sparkle even at the dark.
"Yes, Simon?" She said, timid voice was enough to take me back to reality.
I shook my head as my mind shifted back to planet Earth. "Oh, Jeanette, I was just thinking about prom. Are you still going? It's approximately 31 nine hours from now. Tomorrow, 6 o'clock, if my calculations are correct."
I could see Jeanette blink twice, "Of course, Simon, you did ask me out, right?" She said.
"Of course, I why wouldn't ask the smartest girl and school, not to mention beautiful." I widened my eyes, I wasn't suppose to say that last part. "Simon, you may be the smartest, but you always get the most slip out of the tongue." I mentally cursed myself. Well, I did say it, right? Well, there's no turning back now.
"You think I'm... beautiful?" I was surprised to see her flattered. I thought she would jump back and scream.
"Uh o-of course, y-yeah. R-remember when I told you t-that e-even the perfect gem, c-cannot compare to your b-beauty." She giggled, that was the best sound I've heard in my life. I could hear Alvin and Brittany trying to hold back their laughter from the other side of the table, but I didn't mind. "Like your amethyst eyes." I mumbled under my breath, hoping she wouldn't hear. But to my surprise, she did.
"What?" She asked. I knew I had to think of something else. She will freak out, I think.
"Uh, the uh, frogs has been n-neutralized. You know, for the science lab." I said. Well, that was a great cover up, since we were lab partners, no doubt.
"Oh,... I think we still have a lot dissecting to do." She said.
"I think I have a cream for that..." I joked. Well, she did laugh softly, but the others, I could sense, they were staring at me. I looked over at my red hooded older brother, he was giving me a face as if it was to say "I don't get it."
I looked over back at my beautiful bespectacled counter part, and tried to start a conversation. "So, can you tell me something about Simone?"
"Well, he's french, a bit of a daredevil like Alvin, and he's really sweet. Much like you, Simon." She said. I blushed at the word sweet. I could feel my heartbeat rise up as I heard her say that.
"Y-you r-really think I'm sweet?" I said as I looked at her purple bespectacled pupils. Those color has always been my favorite. Well, at least it matches my real favorite color.
"The way you asked me to the prom, that was one of the convincing moment. It's written all over you, Simon, you're smart, independent, ha-" She stopped. I wish the last word was what I think it was.
"What was that last part?" I asked.
"Uh h-h-happy, I was going to say happy."
"Oh..., about what?" I asked.
"I don't know, I just see you as a happy person, that's all." Somehow, I don't find those last two sentence convincing.
Jeanette's POV
"...not to mention beautiful." Did he just... did... wait, he just said that. Does he really... I blushed, I was flattered, I couldn't describe how I felt.
"Y-you think I'm... beautiful?" I asked.
"Of course, remember when I said that even the perfect gem cannot compare to your beauty." I blushed deeper. I giggled and hid my face, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing. It was more than that, I could feel warmth all over me, especially my cheeks. "And your amethyst eyes." He mumbled. Did he just admire my eyes?
"What?" I asked, just to be sure.
"Uh... The frogs have been neutralized, you know, for science lab." I wasn't openly convinced, but I went with it, anyway.
"I think we have a lot of dissecting to do." I said.
"I think I have a cream for that." He joked. I know he has a dry sense of humor, and he's totally limitless when it comes to sarcasm, but I couldn't help but laugh at a joke that I don't even understand. I laughed softly. "Can you tell me something about Simone?" He asked.
I looked down on my lunch tray. "He's french, a bit of a daredevil like Alvin, and he's really sweet." I looked at him. "Much like you, Simon." I added. I think I flattered him.
"You really think I'm sweet?" He asked. I couldn't deny it.
"The way you asked me to the prom." I said, relating to the card he gave me. It was the most romantic card I've ever saw, and it's real. "That was one of the convincing moment." I looked at his eyes. "It's written all over your face, Simon." I continued. "You're smart, independent, ha-" I almost slipped the last part out.
"What was the last part?" He asked. That's when my adrenaline started to kick in, my heart beat so fast. I knew I had to think of something, fast.
"Uh,... happy I was going to say happy." I mentally slapped myself.
"Happy? About what?" He asked.
"I don't know, I just see you as a happy person, that's all." I said, half the truth.
"Jeanette! What are you doing! Tell him! Tell him that you love him! Don't be lame, come on!" A voice coming from the back of my head. It's telling me to tell Simon what I really feel. But at the same time, my instincts tells me that I shouldn't. I don't know what to believe, my instincts, or my mind. I was in a deep thought, thinking what to obey. The voices we're too loud in my head, telling me to tell Simon. My instinct was loosing, for the first time. So I knew I had to tell him.
"Uh... S-Simon." I called his attention, my heart beating faster.
"Yes?" He answered, my heart rate increased even faster when I heard his voice, my palms became really sweaty when I saw his face.
"I-I-" I tried to tell him, but what's left of my instincts tell me not to.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Simon, I- I - I think..." I was going to say the other half of the sentence. But my instincts fought back as I heard the bell rang. Lunch period was over. "I think should go!" I shyly squirted those words out of my mouth like an octopus releasing ink as I stood up and walked away. I took my lunch tray to a pile of used ones and walk away from the cafeteria. Once I knew I was nowhere from their sight, I give myself a palm to the face. I cursed myself for having such a shy and timid personality.
Jeanette's POV after school 5:00PM
I'm glad that school ended. Tomorrow is prom night, I can't wait, especially when Simon is my d-date. I'm currently inside the house, waiting for time to pass. Me and Simon were the only ones here, since Alvin, Brittany, Theodore, Eleanor, and Dave went to buy a few clothes for tomorrow, we already had what we needed so we decided to stay. I'm currently reading a book with Simon, my crush since I met him. We we're reading Romeo and Juliet, the same book we finished two months ago before the whole island incident.
"It's the third time we read this book." Simon said.
"I don't really mind if you don't like it." I was actually the one who picked this book. The romantic contents were so much.
"No, it's okay. I can see you're enjoying it." He insisted. "Um... excuse me, I'm going to get something from upstairs. You wouldn't mind, right?" He asked.
"Sure, you don't have to ask me." I said. He jumped from the couch and went upstairs to his room. I continued on reading the book, I was currently at the part where Romeo took the poison.
After a few minutes, Simon still wasn't back. I was getting worried, even he wouldn't take long on getting something from upstairs. I heard a loud thud coming from upstairs, so I decided to check on him. I went up the stairs and called him.
"Simon? Is everything alright?" But no avail. He didn't respond. I went towards the door and knocked. "Simon, are you there?" I realized that the door wasn't locked, so I went in. The room was dark and empty. I was getting worried, Simon wasn't inside the room. "Simon? Where are you?" I walked deep into the room, trying to find a light switch.
Then suddenly, I felt a pair of hands landed on my shoulder. "Je suis ici, madamoiselle. Were you looking for moi?" I heard a voice, a familiar one, french accent, could it be? I turned back.
"Is that you, Simone?" I asked the figure behind me.
"I am who you think I am, ma cher." Is that really Simone? But how? I thought the neurotoxin already wore off. Maybe Simon bumped his head again, that would explain the loud thud. "I can see you are afraid of ze dark, madamoiselle. Let me fix you up." He walked away, and flipped the lights on.
I could see clearly, Simon was standing there, but the question is - Simon or Simone?
"Simone? Is that really you?" But before I could get an answer, a music started to play. A familiar one too. It's the music we danced back on the island. "Simone? Simon? What are you doing?" I said as he approached me and held my hands. I couldn't help but go with him. I watched as he raised my hands up chest level, I blushed, but I was confused. Is this Simon? or Simone?
"What I've wanted to do since the moment I've laid my eye all over of you." He answered my last question. All this was familiar. The music, the accent he was using, the words that went out of him.
We danced with the song and we also started singing with the song.
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I say hey I'll be gone today
But I'll be back around the way
Seems like everywhere I go
The more I see the less I know
But I know one thing that I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
Simon started singing as he threw me up in the air
I've been a lot of places around the way
I've seen a lot of joy and I've seen a lot of pain
I was in mid air, doing a perfect flower spin and I landed in his arms
I don't wanna write a love song, for the world
No, I just wanna write a song about a boy and a girl
We did the same moves we did back on the island
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
Dancing on the in the middle of June
My momma told to don't lose you
Because the bestest luck I had was you
After a few minutes, we finished dancing. We ended up on a position where Simon leaned forward and I leaned back, supported by his arms. "Simone, that was amazing. How'd you come back?" I asked.
He smiled. "Before I tell you that, mon cher, I have something to tell you since the moment I have met you." He leaned closer. "Vous etes la fleur ma vie, sans toi, ma vie n'a aucun sens. Je vous aime, Jeanette." I gasped. I knew what these words mean, 'You are the flower of my life, without you, my life has without a meaning. I love you, Jeanette' tears of joy almost came streaming down my eyes. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
"Simone, that's the sweetest thing I've heard from you." I said. He broke from our position and gave me a hug.
"Oh, it took a lot of me to put through." I was surprised, this time, he spoke in an american accent. My eyes widened, I gasped.
"Simon?" I exclaimed.
"Yes, Jeanette?" He spoke again, in an american accent. I broke out of the hug.
"Wait, are you Simon? or Simone?" I asked confusedly.
"Simone is just a part of Simon, Jeanette. I let him out, tout de suit." He answered.
"Simon, you really are Simon?" I couldn't believe it.
"Yes, Jeanette. It's Simon." He answered.
"And did you really mean what you said?" I asked.
"Are you going to run away and think of me as crazy?" He asked, with a visible disappointment in his voice and hang his head.
I realized something. "Is that why you took so long to tell me the truth?" I asked.
"You probably think I'm crazy." He assumed.
"Simon, I've been waiting for you to tell me." I said. He raised his head up and looked at me.
"Really? You have?" He asked.
I reached over and hugged him. "Yes, Simon, I have. And you told me the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."
Simon's POV
"Simon, I've been waiting for you to tell me." She said. I felt relieved and the weight around me slowly turned to feathers.
"Really? You have?" I asked.
She reached over and wrapped her arms around me. The last time she hugged me was the time when I gave her that card, it felt friendly. But this, it's different. I feel like the whole world around me was getting lighter, my knees felt like falling to the ground, my heart beat was faster than before, my cheeks burned up as if I was having a fever, only that it felt good. "Yes, Simon, I have. And you told me the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." She said. I slowly raised my arms and slowly wrapped them around her. I felt warmth around me as I returned the hug, it felt like heaven.
She pulled out and asked. "Did you really mean everything that you said?" She asked.
"Yes, and more." I said.
"What?"
"J'aime la facon dont votre couleur amethyste yeux etincelaient dans l'obscurite. Meme la plus belle fleur ne peut pas etre votre match." I said. What I said, truthfully meant 'I love the way your amethyst colored eyes sparkled in the dark. Even the most beautiful flower cannot be your match.'
"Oh, Simon. You say the sweetest things!" She exclaimed as she grabbed me again in a hug.
"Jeanette, can I say something to you, in plain English this time?" I said.
"Yes, Simon." She said as we pulled away.
"Jeanette, I had eyes for you since the day we've met. Ever since you started staying with us, I've been dying to tell you how I feel about you, but I was afraid you'd only see me as a friend. But now, since that I already told you something, there is no turning back." I sighed. "Jeanette, I- I love you."
I could see her eyes widened and gasped. "S-Simon, I-I've been feeling the same way." My cheeks burned up as I heard that sentence. "And now, I also believe, that there is no turning back." My mouth slowly opened in excitement. "... Simon, I-I- I love you, too." She hugged me again, sending me back to heaven. "I don't know what kept me on hiding these feelings I had for you. Simon, I love you too, you have no idea how happy I am, that you and I are finally it." I could felt something soggy on my shoulder, followed by a sniff from Jeanette. Is she crying?
"Jeanette, are you crying?" I asked.
"You have no idea how happy I am, Simon." She said, sniffing.
"Sorry I took so long, Jean." I said as she hugged me tighter. I patted on her shoulder. "Now, we better head downstairs."
She pulled away and wiped her tears. "Yes, I think we should."
We slowly walked to the door, hand in hand. As we got out, I wrapped my arm on Jeanette's back and swept her off her feet.
"Simon? What are you doing." She said as I lifted her up. I was practically doing what Alvin did on his first night with Brittany.
"You're not walking down a flight of stairs, are you? I'm taking you downstairs in my arms, and you better get used to it because I'll be doing it every time" I said.
"Oh, Simon. It's really not necessary."
"Hahaha..." I laughed mischievously as I her downstairs. I set her down on the floor next to the couch. We climbed up the sofa and continued reading our book.
After a few minutes, Jeanette felt sleepy.
"Jeanette, do you feel like sleeping?" I asked.
"No, it's alright, let's just stay here. I just want to be with you." She said as she lay her face on my shoulder and continued reading. I felt warmth through my nerves. I took my hand and wrapped it around her stomach, making her lay her face on my chest. I felt something I didn't understand. Is this what Alvin felt when he and Brittany did this? Is this love? After a few moments, Jeanette fell asleep on me. I slouched a bit to make her comfortable around my chest. This feeling is overwhelming me, I felt like the world has lost weight, I could feel the slightest breeze blowing around me. This feeling was making me fall asleep, and I did."
"Hey, guys we're home." Alvin announced as he walked through the cat hole. He walked into the couch to see what was on the T.V. But his thought change when he saw what was on the couch. "Hey, Brittany. Come, quick!" Alvin whispered loudly.
"What is it, Alvie?" Alvin pointed at the couch. What Brittany saw made her awe in sweetness. It was Jeanette lying down on Simon's chest with a book beside them. Simon's hand was on the side of Jeanette's stomach.
"Aww, they look so sweet together." Alvin said.
"What's so sweet?" Eleanor jumped in and saw something that made her jaw drop. "Well, just because they're like that it doesn't mean they confessed."
"Let's find out, shall we?" Alvin said. They climbed onto the couch to try and wake them up. "Simon, Simon!"
Simon snorted. "Huh, what?"
"Simon? Is everything alright?" Jeanette asked.
"Oh, sorry, were we interrupting?" Alvin said sounding innocently.
"What, no, it's okay." Jeanette yawned. "Oh, Jeanette, we better head upstairs, you look so drowsy."
"*YAWN* Alright, let's go." They both climbed out of the couch and walked to the stairs.
Alvin and Brittany looked at Eleanor. "That doesn't prove anything!" Eleanor exclaimed. They looked back at the two new couples, they were shock to see Simon lifting Jeanette up, carrying her up the stairs. Both chipmunks looked back at the green clad chipette. Eleanor did a face slap.
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Thank you for reading this far, J'nell out.