Ok so here we go again.
An intresting AATC story with an interesting take. Also, I will be attempting to finish up my last attempt at an AATC chapter story,'Velocity'.
Dont own.
~~Brothers~~
Alvin's morning started as all of his mornings had started for the past two weeks: in pain.
"Ah!"
The rankled teen woke with a start, his back fur slick with sweat and distinctly aware of the fire that laced every movement of his neck and shoulder. It was an angry unrelenting pain, one that pounded behind the hollows of his ears and hammered its way down into the crooks of his shoulder blades where –he knew-it would persist. At least, until he go some meds in him.
Alvin lifted his head slightly. From his pillow, he could just make out the blinking green of his digital alarm clock and, just behind it, the reflective gleam of his medicine cabinet.
In a lot of ways, the little red pills that he took every morning were his savings grace. His day wouldn't-couldn't- start without them and there were days when the only thing that got him out of bed was the lure of their prescribed relief.
Today was one of those days..
Alvin let himself fall back with a huff. God, had it gotten to be that he couldn't even bear the weight of his own head? Pathetic! Ursula, he knew, would have had a joke on hand for his previous assessment had she been there to witness it,and he had an inkling that he would have been just as amused by it then as he was now. Which was to say, not at all.
Next to the pills, Ursula Ivanov was the second catalyst in Alvin's daily plans. Imported from Russia, the unimpeachable day planner organized every aspect of his working life. In the studio, she was almost guaranteed to be the one saucy enough to comment on every aspect of his short comings.
Even now, he could see the tilt of her head and the curve of her lips as plain as if the ruby headed secretary were laying right beside him in a position that they surly had executed before. "Time is money, Mr. Seville " she would say, grinding the e's between her teeth. "And the world waits for no man. Not even you.."
And with these words in mind, Alvin slowly eased his was from under the suffocating warmth of his garnet sheets.
"You should ice that, you know."
The teen started, turning so fast the he forgot to mind his shoulder.
"AARRGH!"
Pain exploded in Alvin's ribs, imbedding needles into his lungs and blacking over his vision in such a abrupt violent way that he shut his eyes in fear the sudden vertigo would make him pass out. The fear, however, was quickly replaced by agitation. He didn't need eyes to figure out who had the guile to come into his bedroom unannounced.
Sprawled forward unto the center of his mattress Alvin Seville caught his bearings and managed to glare hatefully at the figure perched patiently on the foot of his bed.
Simon Seville stared, quite calmly, back.
Pulling a hand backwards through sweat drenched bangs, Alvin shakily pushed himself up into something akin to a sitting position, aware the his brothers eyes followed every move his trembling joints made. A steadying gulp, a breath and then:
"Wh-?"
" Ice." The other chipmunk repeated simply and Alvin felt the mattress shift beneath him. "For your shoulder. It's better than those pills you rely on."
Alvin felt anger creep like a rash beneath his fur. He didn't give a damn about the ice. His inquiry had been aimed more to the likes of, 'What do you think you're doing' or 'Why the hell are you in my room?' Looking up, Alvin realized with irritation that the other chipmunk was already dressed, clothed in a white dress shirt and ash vest. Impeccability demonstrated in every starched crease and immaculateness living in every purposeful fold.
Alvin felt the upstarts of a severe headache. "Simon," he started.
Simon's eyes meet that of his brothers and Alvin was momentarily stunned by the beauty there. Simon's sere orbs danced with shards of silver lightning and, in the light of his bedroom window, appeared almost luminous in the pale fur of his face. Sunlight kissed Simon's tawny locks, highlighting the hairs that sprouted from the part in his brothers crown and dipped past the sturdy handsomeness of his jaw.
Handsomeness that, Alvin knew, now rivaled his own.
He turned away abruptly, jealousy gripping him hard by the jaw. Suddenly he didn't want to hear any explanation the other might have had. Now, he just wanted him gone.
"Get out." Alvin snarled and without waiting for a response stood up and made his way over to the medicine cabinet. Once there he swung it open and received the bottle of Dilaudid he knew would be waiting for him. Aggressive bold letters warned him to take only one every several hours. Alvin hit the bottle against his palm until he produced three.
Behind him, he heard the bedsprings release its final burden and then the near soundless shuffle of footsteps filled the room. A gentle shiff shiff that paused just diagonal of him.
"Alvin."
Simon was close and Alvin's space was suddenly invaded by the smell of strong mint. Still he didn't turn around.
"We're eighteen today, Alvin."
Alvin's achy fingers tightened around his pills. Where they? He did the calculations in his head. He didn't remember anyone mentioning for it. Ursula certainly hadn't planned for it. Alvin didn't know which bothered him more: that his friends apparently had forgotten or that he had.
"Look alive," The mint smell receded and the shuffling continued in the direction of his bedroom door. "The world waits for no one.."
Alvin stiffened and perhaps it was the impulsiveness of the moment or the words themselves that spun him around, pulling inopportune explanations from his lips.
"And I don't!" he called out.
The other paused at the doorway without turning, the fingers of an outstretched hand frozen just above the brass doorknob.
The atmosphere stretched like a rubber band pulled almost taut and Alvin felt rather than heard the question in the air.
"Don't what, Alvin."
Alvin focused on the three pills in his palm, kneading one with his thumb until the sugar coating stained his fur. "Rely on them.." he answered softly looking back up at no one. At nothing.
Simon had already left.
He hadn't even heard his brother leave.
Thats all for now. 2nd chapter comming in a bit.
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