Hi again :) Up with a new story. Thank you for the reviews on my first story (Stage Fright)

IMPORTANT NOTE:

This story is T/M rated. (For safety)

It will contain homosexuality, romance, drama and in later chapters, incest and maybe sexual scenes (only maybe)

I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks,

but 'Louis' and 'Jason' are some people I made up. You'll find out who they are.

They're about 15 or 16 or something in this story.

If you have any negative thoughts about gays or Alvon (also OCs) please do yourself and me a favor and stop reading.

It will probably be easier for you to read this story as they're humans. Just saying :)

Enjoy the first chapter :)

Chapter 1

Friday evening, Alvin Seville went down the stairs and met the smell of macaroni and cheese as he entered the kitchen. He noticed Theodore who was busy, making the food. He looked up at his brother.

"Hey Alvin." Theodore took his green cotton kitchen gloves off, after he closed to oven.

"Hey Theo. Smells great." Alvin leaned against the wall.

"Thanks," he replied. Alvin turned around when a sound came from the front door. Dave came in with a big stack of newspapers, some kind of magazines and all that there came in the mailbox.

"Hey fellas." Dave said as he sat all the readable stuff down. He breathed out and placed his hands on his hips. "When's the dinner ready, Theo?"

Theodore glanced up at the big watch. "Uhm, about twenty minutes. We're eating a little earlier today."

"Okay, Alvin, call Simon and ask if he can get home earlier," Dave said as he went into the living room.

Alvin shrugged and did as told. He picked up his black iPhone and called his younger brother. He didn't answer all three times Alvin called. First Alvin got a little paranoid.

The last few weeks, or the last month, Simon had been acting a little strange and secretive. For example, he didn't say very much and spend to most of his time at his room or then, he was out. Probably some school stuff or what. Maybe he was ignoring him?

No, Simon wasn't like that and Alvin knew it. He tried to call him for the fourth time, but it went to the voicemail again.

Alvin let out a sigh. That meant he had to walk over to the school to get him.

"Dave, I'm going to get Simon," Alvin called and put on his jacket.

"He isn't taking his phone?"

"No. Maybe it's muted or something. See ya."

He walked along the pavement, hands in his dark blue colored jeans. The sun was already beginning to set. Not very far from their own house, the Miller family lived. Brittany, Jeanette and Eleanor with their adoptive mother, Ms. Miller. Just like Alvin and his brothers did with Dave.

Those three girls were their best friends. Since they were younger they all had been friends.

Alvin had always had that little crush on Brittany. They were after all partners when they performed. Alvin with Brittany, Simon with Jeanette and Theodore with Eleanor. Yeah, that made sense.

Anyway, it was kind of too late now. Well, Simon and Jeanette weren't together, even though Alvin had that idea that they someday would. Theodore and Eleanor were, in the other hand, starting to date.

But Brittany had another boy; Jason. One of those jocks Alvin didn't really like. Of course Alvin was on the football team, so was his best friend Ryan, but Jason was just one of those peoples he couldn't take.

Talking about Brittany and Jason, Alvin could spot from where he was, Brittany and Jason inside the Millers' house. She had her arms around his neck and his hands on her hips as they locked lips.

Alvin frowned. At least close the window, he thought. Of course he couldn't deny to himself how jealous he was. But he would deny it if anyone asked. But maybe it wasn't that easy to deny when you got all red in your head of jealousy.

He shook his head and made his way over at the school.

On these Fridays, Simon would always just get home when they were about to eat. That chess club meant evidently much for Simon. Yeah, it was put badly into the schedule, but that was just how it was.

It wasn't Alvin's problem anyway.

Alvin found himself in the backyard of the school. He knew where Simon would sit and play chess with one of his nerd-friends or anyone else who was interested in that game; behind the big wall, outside.

When Alvin went over to the place, no one was there. He frowned in response. He was getting very hungrier by the way.

Alvin turned around again and kept looking for Simon but couldn't see him. As he turned around the corner, Alvin was about to shout his name, but suddenly stopped. He wasn't really in shock, it was more like a shocking, surprisingly discovery. Or just a surprise.

Simon sat across another boy, glancing down at their play. The other boy had his hand over Simon's which was lying on the table. Alvin had never seen that boy together with Simon. He had never even seen that boy before.

Simon suddenly took his runner and beat the boy's king. "Gotcha'!" he said as he smiled. He lifted his head and looked over at the boy.

"Damn it!" the boy said and he leaned back against his chair. The boy smiled and Simon as he crossed his arms. "I think you're cheating."

Simon laughed a little. "Cheating?" he narrowed his eyes, but kept his smile.

"Exactly," the boy smirked. "I'll beat you on Monday."

"Mhhmm," Simon said, sarcastically. The boy rose up.

"Is that a challenge?"

Simon rose up, too. "Okay then." Both boys laughed and got closer to each other. Alvin noticed that Simon and the boy had the same height.

"Well then I'll see you at Monday, when you're going to beat me," Simon said as he picked up his back bag. The boy smiled.

"Sure." The boy went over to Simon. He looked him in the eyes, and took his hand up to Simon's chin. And then kissed him on the lips.

Alvin's eyes widened. What?

Simon kissed again as the boy stroked his arms. They made it more and more passionately and Simon let out a low, small moan.

Alvin could feel his own heart beating faster. Was he spying on his brother? A lot of questions ran through his mind.

My brother is... gay? Why didn't he tell me? Or us? For how long? Who's that boy? He can't trust me? What's for dinner? Oh, yeah, macaroni... Wait... What?

As the boy broke their sudden and, for Alvin,much unexpected kiss, they smiled at each other.

"See you soon, K?" the boy said.

"Alright," Simon replied. They kissed one more time before the boy went over to his back bag. "Call me."

"Sure."

Alvin panicked and like his first thought said, he ran away from his hiding place. He didn't want Simon to know that he kind of spied. He had to act like he just had come over to the school. He ran over to some trees as he tried to catch his breath.

As Simon came in sight, Alvin walked over to him.

"Alvin?," Simon asked, almost as shocked as Alvin was just before.

"Oh hey Simon," he tried to sound casually as he flipped his hair, "I was just looking for you."

"Uh, why?"

"We're eating earlier today. Dave told me to."

"Oh, ok."

Simon went up to Alvin's side and they made their way home. As they walked, Alvin kept his eyes at ground. He wasn't really shocked about the fact that his brother just had kissed a boy, but then again, he was. Wasn't Simon in love with Jeanette? Weren't they supposed to be a couple? A boy with a girl? Not that Alvin had anything against gays, not at all.

But as Alvin remembered, Simon and Jeanette had always been close. Simon had even been nervous when he was around her. Wasn't he anymore? Or was there just something Alvin didn't know?

He glanced up at his brother and studied him. Maybe there were some changes with him.

Simon had his eyes at the ground. Alvin couldn't really find any changes at all. No changes with the way he walked, was like or talked. Not that they communicated very much at the way home.

Simon started to feel Alvin's eyes on him and looked up. "Is something wrong?"

Alvin quickly looked away. "No! Why should there be anything wrong? Just... Looking at my brother," he laughed nervously. Simon made an unsure smile with his lips, but then looked down again. Alvin caught Simon's attention when he asked "Simon?"

Simon looked up with a calmly face.

"You... You know you can tell me anything... Right?" he asked.

Simon frowned in confusion. "Okay?" He didn't sound very convinced.

Yes, they were 16 now, but they could still fight and argue about the silliest things. For example, if one of them bumped into the other, it could become an argument about which one who wanted to dominate.

But in the other hand, they had grown up since they were younger and had become more mature now. Well, Simon had. Alvin still liked to make jokes, pranks and get himself in trouble. Just in another way than before. But there was no way he wasn't the funny one anymore. He was Alvin Seville.

As they almost reached the house, Simon stopped Alvin by shaking him softly on the shoulder.

"Uhm, why did you say that before?" Alvin could tell by Simon's choose of tone, that he was suspicious.

"Because," Alvin began, "we're brothers, and... I want you to know that I'm here for you."

Simon reached an eyebrow. "What's with the brotherly tone, Alvin?"

"What do you mean?"

"Alvin, what do you want?"

"Nothing! I just..." Alvin shook his head. Couldn't he be a good big brother to Simon just this once or what? "You should just know that... You can tell me anything."

"...Sure," Simon said as he opened the front door.

Alvin sighed to himself but followed Simon inside.

"Hey you two. You just came to dinner," Dave said.

"Nice." Simon hung his jacket up and untied his black converse shoes. "What for dinner?"

"My homemade recipe of mac and cheese." Theodore said as he sat down.

"Great. I'm starving."

Alvin hung his jacket up and untied his shoes too. He silently came in to the kitchen.

As they sat and were eating in silence, Dave casually spoke up. "So, how was school today?"

"It was good, Ellie and I are working on our history project," Theodore said.

"Wonderful. And you, Simon?"

"Yeah, it's been... calmly."

"And what about you, Alvin?"

Alvin didn't react; he just kept eating very slowly.

"Alvin?" Alvin didn't seem to hear Dave. His mind wouldn't leave what he'd seen. Or what he may knew about his brother now. He just wanted to-

"Alvin!" Dave softly hissed.

"What?" Alvin looked up.

Dave studied his oldest son. "Alvin, why are you being so... thoughtful? Is something wrong?

Alvin kept his eyes on the same place as he thought of an answer. "No. Nothing, I just... Uh," he stuffed some food into his mouth. "Nothng's wrwong,"

"Table manners, Alvin," Dave said. "So Simon? How was it at the chess club?"

Simon swallowed before he answered. "Oh, it uh. Went fine. I won." He shrugged and went down to his food again.

"So who are you playing with?"

Ugh, why are you so curious?, Simon thought, It's like he knows something.

"I'm playing with my friend," Simon told him.

Yeah, friend, Alvin thought, sarcastically.

"What's his name?"

"It's Louis."

"Oh yeah, that's right," Dave chuckled to himself. "I forgot."

Alvin looked up from his plate. Was there something he didn't know? Was that boy he saw earlier Louis?

He thought about it for a while. How could Dave know his name when Alvin didn't? He probably hadn't paid attention that evening. It was Alvin after all.

Simon glanced up at his watch. 3:18 AM. He sighed loudly and rolled back to his bed again, glancing up at the ceiling. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his boyfriend. But what didn't feel right was that he had to keep it a secret. Not for Louis' sake, he came out for a year ago or what. And he wasn't ashamed of it.

Simon wasn't either, you couldn't say that. But the thought about not being accepted as who he was, nagged him. They had already been together for a while now, but you could say that Simon was afraid.

Of course he wasn't ashamed of his boyfriend, Louis. But what would the other say? His brothers? Brittany, Jeanette, Eleanor? Dave?

Sure, Simon knew better than lying about who he was. He also knew better than caring about what other thought. But anyway.

He just needed a way to get it out. To say 'I'm gay' out loud. It couldn't be that hard, could it?

The thoughts about holding hands, kissing and to say 'I love you' in public were wonderful. But not all people would be okay with it. Simon knew there always would be those people who didn't like stuff like that.

Simon rose up from his bed, out of his room and went silently down stairs. He grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water. As he drank it, he heard someone else coming down the stairs. He turned around to see his brother.

"Hey Si," Alvin said. "What are you doing up?" He let out a low yawn and stretched his arms.

Simon sighed and folded his arms. "I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. What about you?"

"Same," Alvin replied. It wasn't the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. It was truth he couldn't sleep, it was just the fact that he hadn't slept yet.

"Alvin?" Simon asked. Alvin broke out of his thoughts and looked up at him.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you...for what you said earlier. It... It means... A lot," Simon said as he kept his eyes on the dark sky, through the window.

"I just wanted you to know." Alvin smiled. He tried to connect his eyes with Simon's to get him to understand that he really accepted his brother. But Simon only looked out.

"You know, I-..." Simon began as he looked over at Alvin but suddenly stopped. Alvin noticed that he was biting his lip.

"What? Is there...something you wanna tell me?" Alvin tried to press him a little, without sounding desperate.

Simon hesitated as he kept his nervous eyes at his older brother. "No, no there's...nothing. I'll go back to sleep. Night, Al," he said. He placed the glass on the kitchen table and went upstairs again, walking right past Alvin.

"Night, Si," Alvin sighed to himself, even though he heard to door close from upstairs.

Damn Simon, just trust me, he thought. He shook his head and made his way upstairs to his own room, too. He didn't know for sure if Simon actually was gay or if he just experimented himself. But he knew that something was bothering Simon. If it then was that or something else, Alvin didn't know. But he would find out.

After all, when he thought about it, coming out wasn't just a small thing. Especially not for a shy person like Simon. But again, Alvin didn't know.

I'd better go to sleep again, he thought. He lay down in his bed again and tried to sleep. This time it luckily worked.