AN: just a short story I HAD to write. I just finished reading Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. I'm totally ecstatic for Breaking Dawn. It's such a cute series and I love Stephanie Meyer's imagination and characters. I got so caught up in the cuteness of the little love triangle, I got this sudden urge to write a lovey-dovey chipmunk fic about my favorite chipmunk/chipette couple. I hope you like it, lots of fluff guaranteed.
Disclaimer: Alvin and the Chipmunks, the Chipettes © Ross Bagdasarian, Jr
Crista Micheals © BumperSticker
PS: this takes place before my story 'The Warriors: Travel Through Time'. They are still teenagers but they are 15 years old, not 16 like in the other story.
Only You, and You Forever
Ch. 1: Love
Love.
Such a confusing, strong emotion. The feeling can rip your heart out, and it can be the light of your life. Such a troublesome feeling I thought it was. Love was so…big. It was the most conceded feeling ever.
I, Brittany Miller, would have nothing of it. I was afraid of it. It scared the living daylights out of me. Love meant commitment, eyes for only one person. Could someone with a personality like mine, really live up to something like that?
Not to say I didn't like people, I always needed a boyfriend. Boys and me. We just fit. That's the way it is. Boys gave me a feeling of completion. Without a boyfriend, I didn't feel completely whole, like only half of me was really there.
One boy in particular always catches my interest. He is amusing, not to mention gorgeous. He is talented and has an eye for trouble, like me somewhat. But he also annoys the hell out of me. Sometimes I wish I could grind him into the dirt and spit on what was left. But, I still was attracted to him in some ways, he always knew how to twist my emotions, and make me feel something I never intended to feel. Yes. Alvin Seville has been my biggest crush ever. We just fit together in an odd sort of way. I would always find myself thinking about him. If it was something funny he said, or something that completely enraged me. Alvin was like a drug. I needed him to be with me all the time. I yearned for him when he was not around. I missed him to the point of madness when he had to say goodbye. And I could feel the half of me disappear with him.
But…was that Love? I could hardly think so. Love is much too much. I only had a simple crush; Love was something much more than what I felt.
"Brittany…Brittany, class is over", my sister Jeanette nudged me in the ribs lightly. I sat staring into space with my pen tapping impatiently in my hand. My other arm was supporting my head. I blinked a few times in recognition and finally looked over at my sister.
We were in fourth period Chemistry. A subject I loathed, and Jeanette loved. Jeanette and I were lab partners so we sat at the same lab bench everyday. I had to admit, it was an awful breeze working with Jeanette. She would just take charge at insisted it was much safer if I didn't try to do the experiments. I wistfully agreed and sat back to watch her work her magic, and get me an 'A'. My two sisters and I were in grade 9 at Thomas A. Edison High School. Our best friend Crista and our other best friends, the Chipmunks, were getting used to High School life quickly. It was nice to have so much more freedom.
The bell rang to signal the official end of fourth period. Yes! It was time for English with Alvin. Wait…when did I get so excited about going to a class with Alvin in it? I frowned to myself as I walked out of the stuffy Chemistry room. It reeked of gross chemicals. Jeanette just breathed it in happily, probably feeling more at home than ever. I hated it. Eleanor, my other sister, had math now. So she wasn't in our Chemistry class. I only had morning class, and lunch with my little sister. I had two periods, and lunch with Jeanette though. Not that I minded being with Jeanette. I loved having classes with both of my sisters.
Jeanette had departed in the opposite direction I now walked in down the crowded hallway. She had Math next. The school halls were now filled with students hurrying to get to their last class in the three minuets they got between classes. I just ignored the stupid time limit. My English teacher was so used to me being a couple minuets late; she didn't even bother to write me late slips anymore. But my thoughts were not clouded over about my classes or school. My mind was mostly set on Alvin. Why was I so eager to see him suddenly? I was supposed to me mad at him. We broke up last week because I saw him with another girl at the ice cream parlor. I got mad and we broke up. He was still brooding over it during the week and I enjoyed that he was really taking the break-up seriously. But why the sudden urge to see him?
I was barely conscious of where I was going, but somehow I managed to make it to English without bumping into to someone and injuring my beautiful face. I scanned the room eagerly, obviously failing to hide it. I saw Alvin sitting in his usual assigned seat. He had a distant look in his eyes and was leaning on his elbows. Everyone chattered nosily around him before class officially started. Though I was late, class still didn't start a good six minuets after the first bell for fifth period rang. I walked over to my seat, which was, obviously, beside his. I sat down, spreading my books over the top of my desk, still keeping my eyes on him. He didn't even look at me. He sighed deeply as I sat down in my chair.
"Oh come on Alvin! Give it up! You can't fake forever!" I snorted, looking away from him and pretending to open my books and get them ready for class.
"Mmm" was his distant reply. This made me a little angry.
"Alvin! Are you listening to me?" I asked. He slowly turned his head to look at me. He gazed at my face. He looked practically dead.
"Jeez, are you even getting any sleep?" I asked, worried about him now. He had light sags under his deep blue eyes.
"Nope" he said, his voice was flat and monotone. I frowned.
"You have to sleep dude. It's not good for you" I protested.
"I don't need sleep"
My frown deepened at his response.
"Yes you do!"
"No…"
"Then what do you need?" I asked, but before he answered the teacher cleared her throat and began talking to signal the start of class. Alvin sighed and turned his head back to staring blankly in front of him. I eyed him suspiciously. What was wrong with him? He looked like a zombie! I was suddenly washed over with worry for him. Had I caused this? I sure hope not. If this was my fault I might die. Or maybe something bad recently happened to his family? Oh no, I hope Dave hasn't gotten hurt or anything… maybe the girl he was with before dumped him. So that makes two dumps, one from me and one from her. I seriously wanted to know what was wrong with him!
After school I walked home in silence with my two little sisters, who were blabbing about something that happened at lunch.
"…and he said yes!!" Eleanor gushed happily. Jeanette giggled.
"I'm so happy for you! I know you and Theodore will be a great couple!"
"I'm just so happy he felt the same! I was so worried that if I confessed, and he said no, well…that it would ruin our friendship" Eleanor admitted. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Well, now you can be more than friends!" Jeanette winked and nudged Eleanor lightly in the side. Eleanor blushed shyly. Jeanette looked over at me.
"Brittany what's wrong? You're usually bubbling over with stories to tell us…" Jeanette asked a hint of worry in her voice. Her eyes clouded over the early excitement she had. Eleanor looked over at me too. I had been staring at the worn sidewalk under my feet for the past 10 minuets. My head was still buzzing with worry and questions that I barley noticed what was going on around me. I looked up at her. I could tell from her slight reaction I still had a distant look on my face.
"It's just…Alvin" I said, it was practically a whisper but both of my sisters heard me. Jeanette lowered her light brown eyebrows and frowned.
"Did you guys fight again?" she asked. I shook my head sadly.
"No. he's just. He looks really bad! I mean he looks like he hasn't gotten any sleep and he barley even talks to me anymore! He always has this distant look on his face like he's somewhere else" I confessed. The words flowed out off of my tongue. Eleanor looked worried too as I talked.
"Do you think it's because you broke up with him? Again?" Eleanor suggested. I shook my head again.
"Other times we've broken up it just went bake to normal, we were friends again, we'd start dating other people, then before you knew it, we were back together again!" I said. Jeanette twisted the side of her mouth as she though of an argument.
"Did you say anything different to him? Like something that might really hurt his feelings?" she suggested. I shook my head once again.
"No, I said the same things I always say", I said. Jeanette and Eleanor gave up on possible reasons and they started talking about something else, leaving me to my thoughts. We arrived home soon, and Miss. Miller already had a snack waiting on the table for us, Pop Tarts. I ate silently and then left quickly to go up to me and my sister's room. Once I got up there I threw my backpack on the floor and hopped onto my bed. I reached over for my pink phone and dialed in the only number of the person I could think would help me.
"Hello?" Crista's crystal clear sweet voice answered on the third ring. I smiled, glad she was home already.
"Hey it's me. Brittany" I said.
"Hey Brit! What's up?" Crista asked. I could hear the faint sound of voices, which sounded like her sister and her foster father arguing about something. Then the voices muffled out as Crista walked into another room.
"I just need to ask you something…" I hesitated.
"Sure, anything"
"It's about Alvin"
"ohhhh what has he done this time?" Crista teased.
I rolled my eyes at her response.
"Well, it's just you and June have been going out for almost one and a half years now…"—I embraced myself for the next part—"…I was hoping you could give some advice." I hated asking advice from people. I was supposed to be the expert on boys, but I have never had a case like the one I had with Alvin right now. There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone as Crista thought about what to say.
"Wow…you need advice…from me?" Crista asked. I fidgeted a little with my feet.
"Yes! yes! Just please help me out! I feel ridiculous having to ask!" I pouted angrily, though she couldn't see it over the phone. Crista laughed. I loved her laugh, it was so cute and it sounded like wind chimes. Though I was never going to tell her that.
"Sure what is it?" Crista asked, still giggling a bit.
"Well, I broke up with Alvin last week right? And usually he gets over it and acts like nothing ever happened! Well not this time! He acts like I'm practically invisible and he hasn't been sleeping! He looks like a zombie and he is totally blasé about everything. It's like he doesn't even care anymore!" the words gushed out of me, like they did when I was explaining it to my sisters on the walk home. Crista paused again. I waited impatiently for her response.
"Denial" Crista said flatly.
My eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Denial? Why?" I asked, confused. Crista sighed deeply.
"He's truly upset this time that you broke up with him. He wants to be with you. He's moping about not having you be his anymore" Crista explained. My eyebrows rose. He was upset? He wanted me back? AUGH! This was my fault! It was my fault he wasn't sleeping! And it was my fault he's been so distant and so zombie-like! I felt horrible. My eyes widened in horror.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yup. I've seen this behavior before when I got in this huge fight with June about three month ago. I got all mad at him about something really stupid and he practically became the ghost of Christmas past. He never talked to me and mumbled to himself so quietly you could barley hear him. I finally got so annoyed with him that I forgave him and he returned to his normal self. Thank God." Crista spewed. I bit my bottom lip guiltily.
"You still like him right? Alvin I mean?" Crista asked, after she had waited for my response, but didn't receive one.
"Yes…I guess. I expected we would get back together soon enough" I shrugged. Crista 'hmmm'd for a moment.
"Why don't you just forgive him? He should return to his normal self. It will make you feel better" Crista said finally. I though about it for a moment. I finally decided I would forgive him. So it was one measly girl! He clearly felt stronger for me than that pussy with the blonde curls. Plus, I hated to see him so horrible looking. I quickly thanked Crista and she hung up after we said our goodbyes. I lay flat on my back gazing up at the white ceiling of my shared bedroom. My pink sheets felt soft on my bare arms. I sighed deeply.
Yes. Tomorrow I was going to make Alvin feel better. And I was going to gain back my crush as a boyfriend. Suddenly I started to feel too eager for tomorrow to come.
AN: dum dum dum! Is Alvin really in denial? Or is Crista wrong about Alvin's behavior? Find out in the next chapter!! Whooo!! Hahahaha sorry! Just had to do that! R&R PLEASE!!
BumperSticker: hey Alvin what's up?
Alvin: …….
BumperSticker: Alvin? ...
Alvin: ……
Bumperstiker: hellooo!!
Alvin: ……..
BumperSticker: God DO something!
Alvin: ……..A-CHOO!
BumperStcker: …you really need help dude….
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