Hi! Okay, so this is my first Fanfiction outside of the Cars fandom, so if people (or chipmunks) seem out of character, I'm very sorry! This idea came outta nowhere, and no, I couldn't think of a better name.
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Broken
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The sun glinted off of someone's nearby mailbox, shining in his eyes, and making the fifteen year old squint. He could hear dogs barking nearby, and watched as some kids played in a kiddie pool on their front lawn. He smirked to himself and continued to skate by.
He was late, but it was nothing new. He had gotten a secret afternoon job at the local ice cream shop, and didn't exactly intend to tell Dave or his brothers. He needed the money, badly, for personal reasons he didn't want anyone else to know about.
He pulled the bill of his cap down lower to shield his eyes, and slowed down. He kicked his skateboard up, and gracefully caught it in his right hand. Taking time to wink at a couple of girls walking by, he then lazily made his way up the driveway.
"AAALLLLLLIIIIVN!" He heard as he closed the front door behind him.
"Good to see you to, Dave."
"What are you doing home so late?" Dave asked, furrowing his brow in anger. "Did you get detention again?"
Alvin shrugged. "Maybe."
"What do you mean, maybe?"
Seeing that he had chosen the wrong choice of words, he quickly recovered himself. "Yes, Dave. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
Dave sighed, closing his eyes for a second. "How do I know that I can trust you, Alvin? You've been in detention everyday since school started!"
Alvin raised an eyebrow. "You've been keeping count?"
Dave crossed his arms, remaining surprisingly calm. "Alvin. Room. Now. Grounded."
"But—But, Dave! I have to—"
"No, buts." Dave said in a low voice. "Alvin, if you'd just stop doing bad things, maybe you wouldn't get in trouble all the time!"
Alvin frowned, clenching his fists at both of his sides. "You don't get me at all! How do you expect me to act like—like—like Simon?!"
"I resent that," Simon said from the living room, not looking up from the book he was reading.
Alvin took a minute to glare at him, then returned his attention back to Dave. "You're ruining my life! Ruining it!"
He turned on his heel, and stormed up the stairs to his bedroom.
Dave sighed and went into the living room. He sat beside Simon and put his head in his hands. "You think I did the right thing, Simon?"
"I think he got what was coming to him." Simon replied, still not looking up from his book.
Dave smiled and got up, making his way into the kitchen to see what Theodore was concocting.
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Alvin slammed the door shut and locked it. He threw his cap off, and plopped on his bed, lying on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking of how totally unfair Dave was being. Then again, he didn't exactly know the complete truth.
He was startled from his thoughts by the sudden rattling of his cell phone on his bedside table. He picked it up, and saw that it was Brittany. He sighed, and threw the phone towards the end of the bed, not exactly wanting to talk to her at that moment. Starting to get irritated by the phone's consistent buzzing, he opened it.
"Hello?"
"Where the heck are you?"
"Huh?"
She sighed on the other end of the line. "Alvin… Practice. Concert on Saturday… Any of this ring a bell?"
He slapped his forehead. "Oh! God, Britt… I'm sorry, I forgot…"
"Alvin, you can't keep bailing out like this. We need to practice that solo, or we'll never get it right!"
Alvin sat up, running his hand through his hair. "Brittany… You, The Chipettes, and my brothers might have to do this one without me."
It was quiet on the other line for a long time before she finally answered, "What did you do this time?"
He flinched at her choice of words, and sighed. "I don't know. Dave's just been a little edgy here lately…"
"Well, maybe if you wouldn't get in trouble so much, Dave wouldn't be on your case all the time."
Alvin nodded silently. "Yeah… You're right."
She laughed. "And when have I ever been wrong?"
He smirked. "Shut up."
"Alvin, just please try to stay out of trouble after this. At this rate, you guys won't be 'Alvin and The Chipmunks' anymore, just 'The Chipmunks'."
He closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead. "I know, I know… I'm sorry."
"It's fine, Alvin. I gotta go downstairs for supper now, talk to you later?"
"See ya," He replied. He was about to hang up, when he changed his mind. "Hey, Britt?"
All he got in return was the dial tone buzzing in his ear. He sighed, and laid back on his bed.
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Okay, so this might have been a little boring, or confusing, but stay with me! It gets more interesting, and makes more sense once you get into it. Reviews?