Hey guys! I got the idea from this game at . I forgot to add the disclaimer to my other story, so here it is: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks. Hope you enjoy!
"You play too much!" 17 year old Brittany Miller yelled at her long time boyfriend, Alvin Seville. She stormed through the house until she reached her bedroom door, which she slammed in his face.
"C'mon Britt. I was just playing!" Alvin insisted.
"NO!" She insisted from behind the door. Then, a soft thud shook the door.
"A pillow? Real tough Britt." He teased.
Wrong move. The door swung open, and out stepped Brittany, who grabbed his red tee and pulled him close.
"Look pretty boy. I'm not afraid to hurt you." She said, before slipping into the room with another loud thud.
"Love you too!" he shouted to his girlfriend.
With a grunt, he turned around, to see Jeanette and Eleanor Miller, with hands on hips, and glares on full blast.
"What did you do now Alvin?" Eleanor said, coldly.
"Eleanor. That hurts. You feel that I, the honorable Alvin Seville, provoked your sister. I thought we were friends." He wiped a fake tear.
"Yes." She said, simply.
He popped his head up saying, "Smart girl."
"What did you do Alvin?" Jeanette interogated.
"I only said that her new eyeliner made her look kind of-"
"RACOONY! HE SAID MY $25 EYELINER WAS RACOONY!" Brittany yelled, swinging out from her bedroom.
Jeanette and Eleanor just tilted their heads back and groaned.
"I won't talk to him until he apologizes." Brittany said.
Alvin rolled his eyes and muttered "Apologize for WHAT?" Alvin said.
Brittanny scoffed and slammed the door once more.
"Alvin, I think you should just go." Jeanette stated.
"What?"
"You and Brittany are too hard-headed to notice, but this relationship is nothing but poison. You always hurt her." Eleanor said.
"Hey! She hurts me sometimes too!" he exclaimed.
"How?" Jeanette questioned.
"Brittany is always hurting my…little brother." He said.
"Simon?" Jeanette asked worriedly.
"No my closer little brother." He said stressing the words out.
"Theodore?" Eleanor asked.
"For Pete's sake, she decks me. Kicks me in my nuttie buddies!" he said exasperatedly.
"Oooohhh…" said the sisters.
"I gotta go." He said pushing through Jeanette and Eleanor.
"Bye!" Eleanor said.
"Women!" Alvin said flopping down of the bottom of the tri-bunk.
"What now Alvin?" Simon and Theodore called from the top bunks.
"Brittany is mad at me, Jeanette and Eleanor hate me, and they want me to 'stop hurting Brittany'." He mocked the sisters.
"They're aren't completely wrong , you know." Theodore said.
"What? I love Brittany! How could you-" he stopped realizing what he just said.
"Did Alvin Seville just say the 'l' word? I never thought I'd see the day." Simon said.
"Shutup. I guess there is something to those press-on nails that drive me crazy." Alvin sighed.
"Why don't you go tell Brittany that instead of us?" Simon said.
"Well, telling you guys that I love her is easier than telling her. You aren't my type." Alvin smirked.
"Har de har har." Simon laughed sarcastically, jumping down to the ground.
"But seriously, Alvin. You need to tell her." Theodore said, following Simon.
"How? Your girlfriends won't let me in the house. Not that it matters. Brittany won't talk to me anyway." Alvin said.
"Tell her you love her in a way that touches her heart." Theodore said.
"Use a love potion." Simon said.
"Bake her a cake." Theodore said.
"Write her a love song." Simon said.
"Or a poem." Theodore suggested.
"I know just what to do." Alvin said.
"Can we help?" Theodore asked.
"Yeah. I need lined paper, a troll pen, my laptop, Dave's ladder, a flashlight, four small pebbles, and some buffalo wings." Alvin listed off quickly.
Theodore and Simon stood there with blank expressions.
"GO!" Alvin shouted.
Theodore and Simon scurried off in different directions.
Later that night, in Brittany's room, the Chipettes were painting their nails, gossiping.
"So then Janice told me that Sheree was in the closet with Jeff-" Eleanor was interrupted by a clicking noise on Brittany's balcony door.
"What was that?" Jeanette asked nervously.
"I don't know." Brittany said, grabbing a plastic bat from under her bed.
"Where'd you get that?" Eleanor asked.
"Aren't you glad I watch crime shows?" Brittany smirked.
Another clicking noise came, followed by creaking wood. A red hooded figure climbed upon the porch with a piece of paper in hand.
"Alvin?" All three sisters said simultaneously.
"Ah!" he said turning around.
Brittany opened the door and glared at the 17 year old munk.
'What are you doing here?" she said coldly.
"I have to tell you something." He said sincerely.
"Alvin, please don't." Jeanette said.
"No. Brittany I've wanted to tell you this for a long time. But I didn't know how. So I swrote a poem for you. I really think you'll like it." He smiled nervously.
"It's called:
I Saw Her Standing There
I loved her but she was a zombie
So I put her in a cage
I knew she loved me too
Because she always tried to hug me
Sometimes the cage was hard to reach
But she loves to follow me
She loved to escape from her cage
But I'd always make sure she was safe
She was sneaky and liked to get into sneaky places
I love her 'cuz of her mischief
There were other zombies too
But I didn't love them
They were mean and got in my way
But I was smarter than them
There were lots of other zombies
Good thing I'm super tricky
Sometimes I'd have to be sneaky
Nothing's keeping me from my girl
The other zombies got a little angry
That's when it got really scary
My love was stronger than my fear
Zombies really aren't that bad anyway
They always stopped when she was happy
Maybe they were happy for our love
I loved her and she loved me
But then she was a zombie
Could we be together?
I saw her standing there
Then I was a zombie
And all the humans died everywhere
But the guy and gal zombies were in love, so it's good
To celebrate, they made delicious pancakes
(Zombies can, in fact, make pancakes)
Alvin finished his poem smiling. Brittany was looking at the ground, while Eleanor and Jeanette looked at Alvin emoitionlessly. Then Brittany spoke up.
"You wrote that for me?" she said quietly.
"Yeah. Yeah I did." Alvin said.
"Well then, I only have one thing to ask you." She said, looking up, revealing a smile.
"What is it?" Alvin said, with a smirk on his face.
"Does this mean you're gonna make me pancakes one day?" Brittany asked.
"I don't know babe. IHOP sounds better." Alvin said.
Brittany ran up to Alvin and hugged him.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too, Alvie." She said, kissing him on the lips.
Eleanor cleared her throat.
"What'd you think?" Alvin asked.
"I think," Eleanor started, hands on hips, "You aren't THAT bad. But zombies?" she smiled.
"Yeah." Alvin smiled.
"How'd you come to that idea?" Jeanette asked.
"Theodore was playing Modern Warfare or something and inspiration struck." Alvin said.
"Ok, I'm cold. How about you come inside and we'll show you the tips on mani-pedis." Brittany said.
"Oh. Em. Gee. Really!" Alvin said in a Valley Girl voice.
"You can even have ice cream." Brittany said, walking towards her balcony door.
"Yep. I'm in." he said. "Just one question though."
"What?"
"What exactly were you gonna do with that bat?"
Did you like it? Yeah you did! Was it cute? Yeah it was! Is there gonna be an epilouge tomorrow? Yeah there is! See ya!
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