Simon, Theodore, Jeanette and Eleanor are all wondering what Alvin and Brittany are up. Will Alvin and Brittany fuss up or will they keep to themselves?
For days Alvin and Brittany didn’t have one fight, not even a cross word. Their brothers and sisters were wondering if they were sick or just up to something. Dave didn’t mind it. At least there was some kind of peace in the house, but he knew all too well that that was just the calm before the storm.
“They’re up to something, I tell you,” Simon said to Jeanette on their way to the science lab.
“What are you talking about Simon? Just because they’re getting along doesn’t mean…”
“With Alvin, expect anything,” he stated as they walked into the classroom.
Jeanette giggled. “Same with Brittany. I guess you’re right, Simon, but there’s not much we can do.”
“Well, I could beat it out of him.”
“Simon!” Jeanette scolded. “That’s an awful thing to say. You wouldn’t hit your own brother.”
“Watch me,” he said. Jeanette wasn’t sure if he was joking, but she decided it was be best to drop the whole matter.
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Meanwhile, Theodore and Eleanor were in their cooking class, wondering pretty much the same thing.
“Don’t you think it’s funny that my brother and your sister are all the sudden getting along?” Theodore asked Eleanore as he watched her knead the dough for the banana bread they were preparing to make.
“No,” Eleanore said. “They’re in love. Didn’t you know that? Just like us.”
“Then how come we don’t fight,” Theodore asked.
“Simple. We have better ways to focus our energies,” she said smiling at him. Theodore looked a little confused.
“Like what?” he asked, scratching his chin.
“Like this,” she said, putting her hands in the dough once more. “I think it’s ready.”
“It even looks good this way. It’ll be scrumptious after its baked.” Theodore had the baking pan ready and greased, just waiting for the tasty morsel to fill it.
“Theodore, Eleanore,” their teacher called, approaching their station. “How are we doing?”
“All ready for the oven, Miss Brann,” Eleanore said.
“Very good, Eleanore,” Miss Brann said, and helped her two students place their creation in the oven.
“So, what do you think the real reason is that Alvin and Brittany aren’t fighting?” Theodore asked Eleanore once their teacher moved on to her next set of students.
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