What crazy decisions will Alvin make next? Time to read and see!
This was a LOT of fun to put together, but also very hard work.
It gets kinda meta in this chapter, but you ain't seen nothin' yet because it'll only continue to get more meta from here! ;)
Genius Alvin's POV
The next morning, I met up with Theo in the kitchen while Dave and Favorite Son Simon were watching some historical documentary show thing on TV in the living room. Theo was stuffing the pockets of his green hoodie with snacks for the day. Goldfish crackers, apple slices, celery sticks and raisins.
I adjusted my cap and slipped my reading glasses case into my backpack. Then I climbed up to the kitchen counter and grabbed a bowl of blueberry Shredded Wheaties cereal.
"So, have you told Simon yet? Or Dave? You should tell Dave. Imagine how impressed he'll be." My little bro squeaked.
I let out a heavy sigh as I dragged my spoon through my cereal, trying to clear my head of the unwanted barrage of information. I needed to think! What was that idea I came up with last night? I hadn't written it down and it was gone!
"Theo, I don't wanna tell anyone yet. Especially Dave." I revealed. "He thinks I'm an idiot! This'll make him….I dunno….lose consciousness."
"Consciousness?" Theo echoed.
Drat! Slipped into Simoneese again. "Pass out." I corrected it.
"Dave thinks you're smart already." My optimistic brother insisted.
I didn't believe that for a second. "No he doesn't, Theo."
"Yes he does." Theo munched his goldfish crackers. "He's always saying you have a very smart mouth."
Boy did that phrase take on a new meaning. Haha. I sounded so sophisticated and intelligent. I'd always had shades of that on the inside before. Now it was like my inside had been brought out and intensified! And it was all I could do to hold it back.
"That just means I talk back in an obnoxious way. And he's totally wrong. I'm not obnoxious." Okay, maybe a little. Like the tiniest bit. Totally not as obnoxious as Dave thinks I am though.
We heard footsteps approaching. Simon and Dave must have finished up their TV program. Time to conceal my inner genius again.
Dave immediately started getting all up in my business. He picked up the milk carton. "How many times have I told you? Put the milk back in the fridge when you're done with it."
I groaned. "I'm sorry."
"Don't get an attitude now." He warned. "All I'm doing is reminding you."
"I thought I did put it away!" I shouted in frustration.
Theodore and Simon busily ate their breakfast while dad and I had another one of our famous spats.
"Alvin, you need to pay more attention." Dave scolded me.
I pounded a fist on the table. Why was this mistake worth yelling at me? I had done plenty of WORSE things. "I didn't know I left it out! I didn't know!"
Simon narrowed his blue eyes and made the tiniest smile. "There's a lot you don't know." He teased. Implying I was ignorant was one of his favorite pastimes.
"There's a lot you don't know too." I said in my head snarkily. I wished I could say it out loud! Instead of talking back more with my "smart mouth," I got up and put the milk away.
"I don't know why you have to make these things so difficult, Alvin." Dave once again looked disappointed.
I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't trying to make it difficult." I said honestly. "I just have….a lot on my mind."
Theodore nodded. "He's going through a rough patch since he's not popular anymore."
I covered my ears. "Can you stop reminding me!?"
The weird voice in my head that sounded like me but never said things I would say grew louder. "Who cares about being popular?" AHHHHH! No! Stop! Out! Out! I care! I have always cared and always WILL!
His ears drooped sadly. "Sorry."
"Just throwing it out there, because you haven't asked yet, but I know you will at some point…" Simon began, seeming slightly less sad than yesterday. "No, I will not help you finish your homework at the last second."
Dave put his hands on his hips. "You've been begging Simon to help with your homework again?" He questioned, putting me on the spot.
"Just English and History and sometimes Writing." I confessed. "But I did everything last night, so I don't have to ask him today. I promise. I'm really trying to improve."
Simon cut in with another biting remark. "Trying is one thing." He muttered. "Actually improving is another." I wished I could remember that idea from last night. I know it was somehow related to Simon.
Theodore let out a squeaky little sigh. I could tell he was thinking what I was thinking. If only Simon and Dave knew how hard I was actually trying. "Don't be mean, Simon."
The blue clad boy looked embarrassed to be called out on his insult. "Just…..stating facts. Reminding him he's got a long way to go."
I did have a long way to go. Longer than I thought. I was beginning to realize that I needed some assistance with this genius business. Trying to control my new super-brain on my own was giving me so many headaches.
We finished breakfast and Dave sent us off to school with the usual "Have a great day, fellas. And stay out of trouble Alvin." Sigh. It's not like I was TRYING to cause trouble. I have really good ideas and really terrible uhhh….what's the word? Oh sure, now you turn off super vocab skills. Whatever. Not important.
My brothers and I rode the bus to school today. The Chipettes were there too. Brittany patted the seat next to her and tried to invite me to sit there. I was still pretty peeved at her for paying people to pretend I was popular and lying to me about it for years. She was the cause of my downfall.
I walked past her and I took a seat three seats behind where she was, across the aisle to boot. I wasn't in the mood to be within her vicinity. I could still see her from where I sat. Her mascara was all smudgy. I think that meant she was crying.
"Cry your heart out, missy." I thought with no remorse.
"She didn't mean to hurt you, you know." The nerdy voice in my head said. "Maybe you should talk to her."
Uh uh! No! Nuh uh! No way! I shoved that thought back and looked at my brothers. Simon was sitting in a seat with Eleanor and Theo was with Jeanette. That seemed fitting. The snarkers were together and the sweethearts were together.
Since I was pretty much alone and being ignored by all the popular kids, I decided now was a good time to do some research. I put on my reading glasses and loaded up google on my phone. I pondered what I should ask it. What would bring up some helpful results?
Finally, I chose a sentence to type in. "I have sudden intelligence and I don't know how to handle it." Would this work?
Something popped up immediately. It was the very first thing listed in the sea of results. Naturally, being the impulsive dude I am, I selected it and visited the website. TV Tropes-Sudden Intelligence!
It was an entire website dedicated to plot things that happen many times in different TV shows. I read the description on the page and my mouth dropped open. Here it was! The answers I had been looking for!
"A blow to the head, a scientific experiment, or alien technology shakes up a character's brain enough to unlock a level of intellect previously unheard of."
That was EXACTLY what I was going through. I still highly suspected the aliens as well. Although, there was one big difference between me and most of the examples. In the episodes, the characters gain knowledge that they didn't even have to learn. I was fairly certain that I had learned everything I knew.
After all, I had been reading books and watching educational programs as much as possible and absorbing their info. My YouTube history had gone from funny prank vids and music videos to a bunch of physics and mathy stuff presented in an easy to digest way. The reason I was cramming so hard and focusing mainly on this stuff was because I was afraid to stop. I feared losing interest in it as I had done in the past. It was the most hyper of hyperfocuses.
Regardless of that tiny difference, I assumed this could help! If I watched all these episodes, surely I would learn how to use my genius correctly! Ohoho! Terrific! Splendid! Sensational!
There was so much to pick from too! Jimmy Neutron, The Simpsons, Fairly Odd Parents, Spongebob, Regular Show, Johnny Test! Tracking down the episodes wouldn't be hard. Eleanor had taught me how to safely find and pirate stuff without collecting computer viruses in the process. She was quite a little mastermind herself.
Hold on! There was more than just cartoons! Live action shows were listed too! This just gets better and better! No Ordinary Family? A show about a family of superheroes like the incredibles. Cool! And even Star Trek: The Next Generation! I LOVE Star Trek. I loved it even prior to my sudden Nerdification.
I took a bunch of notes and compiled a list in one of my notebooks. Then, I was back to being bored. I needed another website to look up. Oh, I knew what would pass the time! Hopefully the IQ website I had used a long time ago to switch Simon's IQ score with mine was still around. IT WAS!
Because I was the only one taking the test, I opted not to use the trick score switching feature. Taking my time and with music plugged into my ears, I answered each question to the best of my ability. When I was finished, I pressed the giant green button for results.
My eyes went wide and I gasped! I must have been given the biggest upgrade EVER! My IQ score was a whopping 155 instead of the measly 102 I had scored last time. Proof that I had jumped from average to genius. Or maybe it was because I was finally really applying myself, fully immersed in learning and forming new connections? Nah, it's likely from aliens. Thanks, aliens. You made my life so complicated, but so much FUN!
I saved the result so that whenever I was ready to reveal this, I could show Simon. He really wanted someone to be a genius with. FLASH! As if I'd been struck by creative lightning, I remembered my amazing idea from the night before! I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget this time.
"Hey, poindexter." A rude girl behind me teased. "Time to get off the bus."
I slipped my glasses away and hurried off the rolling yellow turd of a vehicle. Thanks to the rude girl, at least I didn't forget to de-nerdify my appearance. If I walked through the hall wearing these now that I was also not popular, I'd be roasted mercilessly.
The school day was long and boring as it usually is. At the end of math class, Miss. Smith said she needed to talk to me. I was confused by this. Why would she wanna talk to me during her break time? I climbed up onto her desk in between 2nd and 3rd hour to find out.
"Alvin…" She held up my math quiz. "What is the meaning of this?"
"I believe it's about calculating the circumference and radius of a circle." The voice in my head said loudly. I said something entirely different. "It's a math test."
"Don't get smart with me." She pointed at the grade on the test. A…solid B plus.
I rolled my eyes. "And your point is?"
"You cheated." She folded her arms.
"Whoah whoah whoah!" I protested, walking around on her desk. "I didn't cheat. I know this stuff! I studied!"
She narrowed her eyes. "Alvin, I SAW you cheat."
I blinked. "Huh?"
"You had HEADPHONES IN!" She screamed at me.
Ohhhh. Yeah, I could see how that looked. "I was listening to music. It helps me concentrate."
"I'm not going to take your word for it." She snapped. "You may retake the test tomorrow." She was making me retake something I had passed!? This was the best score I'd ever gotten on a math test! It beat my Most Improved Award scores.
"But Miss. Smith…." I moaned. "If I retake it without music, I'll fail!"
She sighed. "If it's true you didn't cheat, which I still don't believe, you have to learn not to be dependent on music. You can't just plug headphones in when you're working a job. School is your job, treat it as one!"
I was ANGRY. "This isn't fair!"
"Look, when you do poorly on all the homework and then well on all the tests, that's proof you cheated." She laid out my last 6 math tests. Every single one between a B plus and a high C. Ohoho! Improvement!
Not that improvement mattered to the Smithster. I pouted. "Well, if you're so sure I cheated. Why even offer a retake? Why don't ya just send me to detention right now?" I snapped with irritation.
Predictably, I found myself in lunch detention. I cursed myself for giving her the idea. She was still letting me do the retake, but because I had such a "smart mouth," I had to pay the price.
Oh well, detention was a good place to start drafting up my letters for Simon. That was my brilliant idea, ya see! I would send Simon letters from an Anonymous pal who was a huge fan of him and really loved to talk about science! He never had to know it was me. I would word the letters in a way that made it seem like they were coming from an actual nerd and not a conflicted half-nerd and half-jock.
When detention ended, I rushed to meet Jeanette in the library. We had a few minutes left before the next class began. I was eager to share my idea with her! I found her in a quiet spot in the corner of the nerd-cave and slapped my first letter to Simon on the table.
I explained my plan as quickly as I could and then I smiled confidently. I was so clever, sometimes I even surprised myself. A lot of times I surprised myself. "What do you think?" I asked.
She gripped the letter in slightly shaky hands. "It's such a sweet gesture, but….most of these words are spelled wrong." She informed me.
That didn't surprise me. That was another reason I requested her help. "They are? Drat! Could you proofread it for me?"
"Of course!" She quipped. "And then you can type up my edits. Simon prefers letters typed. Handwriting is inconsistent and it bothers hi…hi…Achoo!" She sneezed again and wiped her delicate nose with a handkerchief.
Cool! I knew she'd be on top of this. "Can you also re-write some parts that sound too….me?" I requested.
"Achooo! Abso..ACHOOO..lutely." She smiled and sniffled. "I'll send you the document as soon as it's done. You can print it out."
"Splendid!" I let out a sigh of relief. My idea wasn't a total bust. "Your input and revisions are very much appreciated. Seriously, you are a lifesaver!" There I was, being all wordy again. Part of why I'm so out-loud-wordy all the time is, cuz I know if I try to spell the words on paper I'll make a fool of myself.
The bell rang and we headed to class. I wanted to talk to her more, but time was scarce.
Miss. Smith greeted me with an evil smile when I entered. "Did you enjoy your detention?"
I ignored her and took my seat. Eventually, she started the lecture and this time it wasn't about physics or chemistry. It was about crummy biology. Ick. Has never interested me. It didn't tickle my new brain either.
"This is boring. I'mma watch head TV." I whispered, unzipping my backpack.
Simon raised a brow and looked annoyed and confused. "What's head TV?"
"He means he's going to read a book." Jeanette clarified. Awww. She remembered when I came up with that, even though it was over a month ago.
My brother looked fed up with my tomfoolery. "Ohhhh. Well, he should be reading the biology book."
"Comic books are MUCH more fun, Simon." I whispered. I put on the dorky reading glasses that I still thought wrecked my face. Then, I took out the Physics and You book I had checked out on Jeanette's library card. The book in question had a comic book taped to the front, so that anyone who sees me thinks I'm just reading a new comic. Luckily, the Physics principles guidebook was thin enough that it didn't look too strange hiding behind the comic cover.
It was a recap of all the basics and some moderate stuff that I'd already studied. Still, it refreshed my mind to help the knowledge stick. I wanted to win the Jeopardy game in Dr. Wilson's class if we played it again. And I didn't want there to be any chance of the physics knowledge leaking back out of my head.
Yep! Despite my resistance at first, I now fully accepted my heightened intelligence. It didn't make me a nerd. I was only half-nerd, which is barely a nerd at all. I was gonna squeeze every last bit of potential out of me. Someday soon, I would be making my whole family AND Britt AND Jeanette proud.
ALVIN: Hope you guys are loving this chapter. I'm gonna do something a little unorthodox. I think it would be best if my dear brother told this next part of the story. Simon, take it away!
SIMON: You can't just put me on the spot like this!
ALVIN: Oopsie, I just did
SIMON: But I'm terrible at improv! Alvin! Alvin!? ALVINNN! Well, uh…here we go…I guess.
Simon's POV
Ordinarily, I would have stopped Alvin from reading the comic book. I was too tired to care today. I hadn't slept well. Depression levels were at an all time high. Jeanette was busy after school. She had texted to inform me she would be all this week.
Once again, I was on my own. Warren and his family were sick with the seasonal flu. Kevin was busy setting up another DND session and hanging out with his girlfriend Pamela. I have a hunch that Cheesy and I wouldn't have much fun just the two of us, but he was the only option I had left.
Organic Chemistry class should have been somewhat enjoyable, but our experiment did little to lift my spirit. We were testing the effect of pollution on the PH of rainwater. It made me fume over how needlessly polluted our planet is because most people are extremely lazy. It's a part of their nature.
Just like my extremely lazy brother, whom I caught glued to the TV when I got home that afternoon. I bet he hadn't even started on his homework. I debated whether or not to call him out again, since Theodore had told me not to earlier.
Finally, I chose to ask in the nicest tone I could muster. "Is your homework finished?"
"What's the point?" Came the sour reply. "Got a decent grade on my math test and Miss. Smith is sure I cheated." Alvin's brow furrowed. "She's making me retake it."
"You passed the math test?" I congratulated him. "That's fantastic."
He fidgeted nervously with the TV remote. "It was nothing to sneeze at. Just a C."
"C for confident and charming?" I asked him, repeating something he likes to say.
He sighed and then rested his head on one of our couch pillows. "Not either of those things right now."
"You'll get there again." Theodore climbed up to snuggle next to Alvin. "Remember that everyone has off days…and weeks….and sometimes months."
"Yeah." Alvin forced a smile that I was unable to discern his true feelings from. Was he still feeling lost without his usual ego? Was he recovering?
"Fellas! Dinner!" Dave called from the dining room.
We all gathered round to eat. Theodore had to practically drag Alvin away from the TV show he was watching. It was something about superheroes. Alvin watches a lot of mindless TV and reads a lot of juvenile fiction. It's not really my style.
"So, how was school today, boys?" Our father asked as we all scooped ourselves bowls of pasta salad. "Did anything exciting happen?"
"I made cinnamon buns in cooking class!" Theodore blurted out with a gap tooth grin.
"Sounds delicious." Our dad replied.
Alvin was trying to balance his fork on the edge of the salad bowl, but he kept failing. It was very comical. "A lot more delicious than pasta salad, that's for sure." He muttered.
"Alvin!" Dave scolded. "Stop playing with your food!"
"I'm not playing with my food." The fiesty red capped boy snapped. "I'm playing with my utensil."
Dave sighed and then looked at me. "How was your day, Simon?"
"It was survivable." I said with a hint of sadness present in my delivery.
"Aren't you gonna ask about my day, Dave!?" Alvin whined, trying to shove himself into the spotlight. It's his talent. He's always making EVERYTHING about himself. It grates on my nerves.
"How was music appreciation?" Our father said as he ate his meal. "What kinds of music are you studying?"
I could detect a hint of "oh crap. What should I say?" energy on Alvin's face. I suspected he'd either ditched his extracurricular class or slept through it.
"Uhhh….well….let me see if I can remember." Alvin mused. "There's uhh Mozart and Beethoven." It sounded like he was just making up answers on the spot. "And Bach. I like him cuz his name is like chicken sounds. Bawk bawk bawk bawwwwk!"
I could tell Dave was sorry he asked.
I swallowed my last bite of pasta salad and washed it down with some water. It was up to me to save Dave from Alvin's senseless and moronic chicken noises.
"How was work today, Dave?" I quipped.
His tense shoulders relaxed. "It was alright. I worked on a new medley and then sent off my lyrics for the toothpaste jingle." Dave recently got a gig working on advertising jingles. It was slightly embarrassing. What kid wants to admit their father wrote a song about toilet paper? At least toothpaste was a step above the last one.
"Oh toothpaste. How fascinating." Alvin remarked sarcastically.
"Toothpaste is important, Alvin." Theodore said confidently. "Without toothpaste, your teeth would stay all icky and yucky and then you'd get sick."
I joined Theo as we tried to teach Alvin the importance of dental hygiene. "He's correct. Gingivitis is nothing to laugh at."
"Hey, remember when I wrote "Alvin was here" on the mirror in toothpaste?" Alvin asked, laughing. I doubted he even heard what Theodore and I told him.
"That wasn't funny, Alvin." Dave reminded him.
"Not even a little?" The confused munk in the red baseball cap asked.
"No." Theo, Dave, and I all chorused together.
Alvin shrugged. "Maybe you just can't appreciate a good prank."
Peculiar. Very peculiar. Alvin wasn't normally one to bring up his past mistakes. In fact, he would pretend they never happened. His memory was so spotty that he didn't remember a great deal of them. (And there were so many) Any of the ones he did remember, WE had to remind him of.
It was almost as if Alvin was PURPOSELY acting worse than usual. But why would he be doing that? Was he trying to get a rise out of Dave? Was he trying to distract us from a different prank he was pulling?
When dinner had concluded, I helped wash dishes with Dave and Theo. Alvin disappeared to who knows where. We didn't need his "help" anyway. He would only slow us down.
I retired to my room to read a little before bed. I searched in my backpack for my math book. I was in an algebra mood. Furthermore, my Advanced Quantum Mechanics book had some kind of sticky residue on the cover that was horrible to touch. I don't know where it came from or how to get it clean. I may have to invest in another copy. That irks me. It wasn't cheap.
Ow! I poked myself with the corner of something sharp inside my backpack. Curiously, I pulled out a manilla envelope. It was addressed to me.
TO: Simon Seville
FROM: Anonymous
Where did this come from? Had someone at school slipped it into my backpack when I wasn't looking? And what was inside it? Was it a threat of somekind?
I looked at both my brothers. Theodore was on his bed having a tea party with his plush toys and pretending that a plush toy of Eleanor was real and part of it. To each their own, I suppose.
Alvin was stretched out on his bed with his red glasses on and his nose buried in the same comic he'd been reading earlier in class. It's great that he had developed a love of reading, but his choices in novels were so….the opposite of novel. (For those of you who don't get the attempt at humor, novel can also mean new and interesting.)
I walked up to Alvin's bed and he closed the comic book and sat on top of it. Weird behavior indeed, but kind of on brand for Alvin.
I held out the manilla envelope and waved it at him. "Do you know who put this in my backpack?"
"Why would I care about a stupid random envelope?" He asked, clearly having no interest.
I couldn't resist messing with him a little. "What if there's money inside?"
He rolled his eyes. "Pretty sure there's no money." Then, he switched to a more excited expression. "Although maybe you're right and there is money! Who knows?" My brother has so many mood swings, he might as well be at least 5 different people.
"Theodore?" I stepped over to his side of the room. "Do you know who gave this to me?"
He shook his head. "I didn't hear anything about a letter."
I walked over to the bedroom window and waved at Jeanette in the treehouse across from me. She waved back. I held up the letter and waved it around.
"Did you send this?" I asked, giving my voice a lot of power so it could cover the distance I needed it to.
She shrugged and then sneezed. "ACHOOO!"
I was baffled. Maybe if I opened the letter, things would be explained. I carefully peeled up the top of the envelope and slid out the folded paper.
Unfolding it, I read.
"Greetings, Simon.
I have been meaning to write to you for some time. I am a huge fan of you and your inventions. I think they're just the coolest. They're all such intelligent designs. I wish I could meet you in person someday.
The problem is, I am very self conscious, especially around celebrities. I am also rather shy and I get tongue tied easily. Writing is my favorite form of correspondence.
I do go to your school, but I am not in any of your classes. I was hoping we could send letters back and forth so that I could speak to you this way instead of face to face. It's just easier for me. I apologize if this is inconvenient.
You can drop your response to this letter in the library dropbox. If you're interested in my idea. If not, I understand. I don't want to come on too intensely.
I have always wanted to have someone to talk science with. My main branch of scientific study is physics, but I am open to other branches as well. I would love to learn about how physics connects to chemistry. If I recall correctly, you've said chemistry is your favorite.
Anyway, I hope to hear from you soon. You have been a huge inspiration for me. I hope you're having an amazing day.
Signed, Your fellow intellectual,
Anonymous"
What was this? Was there really someone else at school who actually wanted to communicate with me on my level? My heart beat faster, and chipmunk hearts already beat fast when we aren't excited. Who was this mystery man? Woman? Person?
"You guys! You'll never believe it!" I told my brothers, hopping around the room excitedly. "Someone besides Jeanette wants to be my science buddy!"
"Cool." Alvin didn't seem interested. "You both can destroy the world together."
"Well, we won't actually be inventing together." I explained. "They wish to get to know me better in letters first. They're shy."
"Good for you, Simon!" Theodore clapped his hands. "You deserve a science buddy." Theo shot a look at Alvin that was almost, but not quite, a glare.
"They say they love physics. That's great because it combines both science and math together. We'll have so much to discuss." I continued, eager to write Anonymous back as soon as possible. I opened up my laptop and started to type my thoughts down.
Alvin rolled onto his belly. "Ew science and math." He commented. "Who would do that stuff for fun outside of school?"
"Yeah. Who would?" Theodore looked at Alvin with a more obvious disapproving glare.
I sighed. Why couldn't Alvin be a tiny bit more open to science? Just a tiny tiny bit. Nothing major. I wouldn't want him to start dreaming of being a scientist because that's my thing. However, I sure would love it if he wouldn't make such stupid remarks every time I bring up a scientific concept.
"People who like it. We all have different likes and dislikes. It's what makes us who we are. You'll never understand how rewarding it feels to think up theories or create experiments." I lectured my auburn haired sibling. "It's very much above your skill level."
"Yep." He hung upside down off his bed. "Takes a real genius to mix a bunch of random stuff together and go ta da! I made science goop!"
"Did you know that sports are full of physics concepts?" I asked Alvin, I really don't know why I asked. My words made no impact as usual.
"La la la la! I don't care!" Alvin said, covering his ears rudely.
"I care." Theodore told me, in an effort to make me feel better. "I don't understand it at all, but I care."
"Physics is the worst science." Alvin jumped around on his bed. "Physics drools! Music Appreciation Rules!"
I was now reaching the threshold for the amount of annoyance I could take before lashing out at my brother. "I'm going to the basement." I said, picking up my laptop with the half written response letter composed on it.
"Enjoy writing the rest of your nerd letter!" Alvin hollered obnoxiously.
Once I was down in the basement alone, I finished the letter and warmed up a cup of ramen noodles in my high powered microwave. I was feeling so many emotions. There was the lingering annoyance, the unrelenting depression, and yet….a glimmer of hope. A small trace of optimism to combat my pessimistic nature.
I had a brand new friend. I knew almost nothing about them and that was frightening. Plus, it was a bit creepy that they had such good access to my backpack. Still, they didn't seem harmful. Just a shy person who wanted someone to share their hobbies and passions with. I guess that wishing on that star had worked! Maybe Theodore wasn't so crazy after all.
Oh Alvin, you little schemer. How did you like his idea? How long do you think he can keep up the ruse? What will Simon say when he finds out?
I am so excited to write the rest of this story. It gets so funny and so classic Alvin. (albeit with a love of science) He's definitely not 2.0 yet. He's got a long journey ahead.
Part 3 coming ASAP!