Alvin who is NOT a chipmunk

Before the Storm

I was in the midst of staring at a pretty brunette while slamming my breaks simultaneously when my bicycle skidded, slid across the pavement and threw me into the city's foulest-smelling gutter.

Given that the route between school and home is pretty much a no man's land, I was quite surprised when a crowd gathered around me like bees to honey. "Look! This poor kid is injured!" A middle-aged women shouted dramatically when trying to disentangled me from my bicycle. I tried to stand up but collapsed on the ground with a strangled yelp. "I'm sorry kid. We'll have to call an ambulance. What's that emergency number again?"said a man in false calmness, wiping away sweat.

All this while my eyes followed the brunette until she disappeared behind the door of the pastry shop. I could swear she looked like Jennifer Lopez.

The hospital smelled exactly like it did ten years ago when I got a high fever. I wonder why the nurse,whose name is Jean by the way,pinched her nose when putting a cast on me. My phone beeped just in the right time. It's from my eternal love Bethany. We have been together since primary school and she is still madly in love with me. Kissed me goodbye after school everyday and all that.

"Hi babe what's up?" I put on my best smile despite my chipped tooth-another bicycle accident years ago, long story.

"Are you gonna help me do my homework today, Alvin my dear?" Beth's high pitched voice shrieked from the other end.

"Ouch! What are you doing?" I couldn't see my leg, nor could I tell why Jean was rubbing it so hard with cotton. "Stay put or else you just might become a cripple!" threatened Jean.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. I got into a bicycle accident and was hospitalized. I'm sorry today I can't help you anymore."

"Bastard!" I almost dropped my phone as my eardrums were shattered by Beth's forever elevating pitch.

"Come on, hon!" But no, she hung up. I'm finished.

"Your girlfriend sounds like a real b*tch." Jean commented while continuing to murder my wounded leg.

"All girls are b*tches and she's the head." I said with satisfaction.

"Oh, looks like the brain damage is even worse. Do you need brain surgery or you are born without brains?"

"No more procedures from you, Ms Jean. Thank you very much." I closed my eyes and remembered my first kiss with Bethany. She tasted like strawberries, her favorite fruit.

That girl is hell dressed up as heaven. Nothing but trouble.

Lucky for her, trouble is what I like.