This is a funny little story I thought of based after the Chipmunks movie Chipwrecked.
Chapter One: Midnight Snack.
It had been less than a week since the Chipmunks and Chipettes returned home from their little island adventure. Almost immediately things had started to go back to normal. Alvin was up to his same old tricks, at least ten times a day Dave had to yell his name when one of his bright ideas got out of hand. Brittany could be found in front of the mirror most mornings doing things to her hair that nature never intended hair to do. Even Theodore and Eleanor reclaimed their role as the house cooks. Everything was pretty much back to normal, even for Simon, and that was the problem.
He was the same old Simon, but part of him didn’t feel like it anymore. As the days went on he started to remember more and more about the things he did when he thought he was Simone. That was the exciting part of him, the dangerous part. He even overheard Jeanette talking to her sisters the night they had returned from the International Music Awards about the things she did with Simone. Simon was jealous over that, but how could he be. Simone was part of him, the part that Jeanette loved, and that was the problem.
He was back to being plain old Simon again and part of him wondered if Jeanette would ever get that sparkle in her eyes over him. He didn’t have much hope of that happening.
He looked at the clock that lay on the dresser by his bed. It was past one o’clock in the morning, and he just couldn’t sleep. He quietly rose from his bed and crept out of his room that he shared with his brothers. The girls’ room was next door, and he stopped for a moment. Jeanette was just behind that door, and probably sound asleep and dreaming of Simone. He had to stop beating himself up over this. That was the logical thing to do, and he had always been logical. But where Jeanette was concerned he couldn’t be. He was hopelessly in love with her, and she wanted his alter ego. If he could he would have brought Simone back for her, but there was no possibility of doing that.
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