I realize that I haven't done anything with this fiction in over a year, and I was really content on just letting this story die, but I've noticed that people are still reading (and reviewing) it. So, due to renewed interest in this fanfiction on the part of both the readers and myself, I've decided to re-upload it after going back through it and fixing any grammar or spelling mistakes, as well as spacing out the paragraphs so the dialogue is a little easier to read.
Also, I've decided to alter the character's ages a little. The chipmunks are 17, and the chipettes are 16. They are in their junior year in high school.
This story takes place in the original cartoon universe with some elements from the live action/CGI movies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks or any related characters from either the cartoons or movies, just the plot. Everything else belongs to Bagdasarian Productions.
Chapter 1
Alvin was walking along the sidewalk, the streetlights casting eerie shadows. It was a Friday night in the middle of autumn.
"Why the hell did I yell at her," he thought out loud, "Simon was right; I am an asshole. Brittany deserves better than me."
He lifted his head and looked at the house down the street that was spilling light into the otherwise dark neighborhood. The sound of the music filled the air.
"Nothing left for me to do but go up to her on my knees begging for forgiveness," he said.
Flashback
"So, you two are coming to my party later tonight, right," asked Thomas right before the game started, "Unsupervised. As much booze as you could imagine."
"No thanks," said Alvin, at the same time Brittany said, "Of course we'll be there."
"Wait," they both said, "What?"
"We're not going to that party," said Alvin, "The last thing I need right now is to go to a party with alcohol, get drunk, and end up on the front cover of some tabloid just days before our next album comes out. I don't need that kind of publicity."
"Jeez Alvin, lighten up will you," Brittany responded, "We are going. You need to relax. All of the PR the past few days has you all tense. We'll go and have a good time, and maybe afterwards we could have some time alone."
"No," he retorted, "We're not going; end of discussion."
"Fine," she said, "if you don't want to go, I'll go myself."
"No you aren't," he said.
"You're not the boss of me," she said, "I'm going to that party."
"Fine," he shouted.
"Fine," she said.
They sharply turned away from each other, leaving Thomas there speechless, "What the hell just happened?"
After Alvin and the team won the game, he and his brothers, and their girlfriends, Jeanette and Eleanor, were walking out of the high school football stadium. As they walked out, Brittany walked up to them still dressed in her cheerleader uniform.
"I'm going home to get ready for a party," she said, glaring at Alvin.
He scoffed.
"Are you two coming," she asked her sisters.
"No," said Eleanor, "We're going to go watch a movie with Theo and Simon."
"Well, see you later," she said smiling.
She turned to Alvin and showed a smirk. She turned and walked to her car, all the while swinging her hips and putting on a show for him.
"Do I want to know," said Simon.
Jeanette shrugged.
"Let's go," said Alvin sharply as he turned to his car.
"Alvin wait up," shouted Thomas as he ran over, "Are you sure you don't want to come to the party?"
"I told you before Tom," said Alvin, "I don't need that kind of publicity. Could you do me a favor though? Make sure Britt doesn't get too smashed tonight."
"Will do," he said, "See ya."
He turned to walk to his car as Alvin turned to walk to his.
At the Seville house, Theodore, Eleanor, Simon and Jeanette were sitting in the living room watching a movie while Alvin sat at the kitchen table, doing his math homework, and Dave was out on a date with Claire. Simon walked in.
"What are you doing," he asked.
"Homework," said Alvin.
"Why," said Simon.
Alvin stood up slammed his fist on the table, "What the hell is your problem?"
"My problem," asked Simon, "Look at you. You're doing homework on a Friday night while Brittany is at a party that you know that you want to be at."
Alvin sat back down, "I said it before; I don't need to wind up drunk and end up on a tabloid cover. Not now."
"What about Brittany," asked Simon.
"She's being her stuck-up, bitchy self," he responded coldly
"Alvin," gasped Jeanette who just walked into the room, "Don't talk about Brittany like that."
"Stay out of it Jeanette," said Alvin, "Look, I don't want to talk about this right now, so why don't you two just go back in there and watch your damn movie."
"Alvin, you can be an asshole sometimes, you know that," Simon said.
Alvin stood up and slammed Simon up against the refrigerator.
"What did you just say," asked Alvin.
"You heard me," said Simon, "I said that you're an asshole. Brittany deserves better than you."
Alvin made a fist and pulled it back. Theodore and Eleanor just happened to walk into the room at that moment. Theo quickly rushed over and grabbed Alvin's arm trying to hold back the punch.
"Calm down Alvin," said Theo.
"Stay out of this Theodore," said Alvin.
Alvin pulled free of Theodore's grasp and let his fist fly, hitting the refrigerator door beside Simon's head, leaving a dent. He grabbed his varsity jacket and headed to the door.
"Where do you think you're going," said Simon.
"For a walk," he said.
"We're not done here," said Simon, causing Alvin to turn and glare at him.
"Oh yeah we are," said Alvin as he slammed the door.
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