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A/N: Hi everyone! Don't worry, I'm still working on my other stories, I just wanted to try something new. I decided to write about a... mixed couple (gasp!). Well, lately I've really enjoyed Alvinor (Alvin and Eleanor) as a couple, so I wanted to try writing about them. Like I said, I just want to try something different. This story is loosley based on Taylor Swift's song "You Belong with Me," a song I used to hate because it was so over-played on the radio, but after a while it really grew on me. Anyway, please let me know what you think. I've never written about a non-canon couple before, so let me know what you think! :)

"How dare you! Seriously, why the hell would you say something like that?"

Eleanor Miller rolled her eyes and turned up the volume on her iPod. Alvin must have said something to make Brittany upset. Again.

"Quit making excuses!" Brittany yelled into her sequined-covered cell phone. "You always say you're 'just joking'! Well this time it's not going to cut it! And another thing… what? Excuse me? Don't you DARE tell me to relax! God, you're impossible."

Eleanor scrolled through the songs on her playlist, wishing that she could have her own bedroom. She heard Brittany yell, "Screw you, asshole!" She looked up and saw her sister angrily end the call and throw her phone onto her pink bedspread.

"That jerk!" she said, her face red with anger.

Eleanor didn't bother asking Brittany what her boyfriend did to upset her sister. Alvin usually made some silly little comment that Brittany took way too personally and then they would spend the rest of the evening arguing about it over the phone. It happened almost every night; tonight would be no different.

Brittany sighed dramatically. "I'm going to take a long, hot bath," she announced, as if Eleanor actually cared.

After her sister left, Eleanor pulled out her cell phone. She had just bought a new cover for it the weekend before; it was green with little yellow smiley faces all over it. It made her grin every time she saw it.

Eleanor sent a text to Alvin that read: R u ok?

Seconds later, her phone beeped. Yeah, Alvin wrote, why?

Well I couldn't help but notice Brittany totally just bitched you out. What did u do anyway?

Eleanor giggled at Alvin's response: Nothing really. I just told her that her hair looked kinda frizzy today like a clown.

Way to go, Eleanor typed. You know better than to make fun of Britt's hair.

I couldn't help myself, Alvin replied

Eleanor closed her eyes and smiled. A few years ago, she would have never thought she'd be friends with Alvin Seville. When they were kids, Eleanor couldn't stand his selfish, egotistical attitude and stupid ideas that got everyone into trouble. But Alvin had grown up a lot since then; he was still a schemer and full of charisma, but his all-about-me attitude had been toned down to the point of being tolerable. Over time, Eleanor had even learned to appreciate his sense of humor, which some people (particularly Brittany) found obnoxious.

Sports had humbled Alvin over the years. In middle school, Alvin was much smaller than most of his classmates, so he had to work extra hard to be good at athletics. Lucky for Alvin, he had some natural athletic abilities, but he still had to try ten times harder than the other boys going out for sports at the time. It brought Alvin back down to Earth a little; he realized that sometimes he needed to work hard in order to get what he wanted, rather than always rely on his fame and charm.

Alvin eventually had his growth spurt and caught up to the other boys and, although he was still a bit too small for football and basketball, he had become a great soccer player. He was only a junior, but he was co-captain of the boys' varsity soccer team at their school (Eleanor was captain of the girls' team).

While Alvin had gotten a little nicer with age, Brittany had become much meaner. As she grew into a teenager, Brittany became more and more beautiful. Blessed with a gorgeous face, flawless body, and a lovely singing voice, Brittany gradually became one of the most popular girls at school. Despite the fact she wasn't technically a human, people still thought she was beautiful. The attention clearly went to Brittany's head. She had always been vain, but now she was way more self-absorbed than Alvin ever was. Jeanette kept insisting to Eleanor that Brittany was just going through a "phase" and that lots of teenage girls go through a "mean cheerleader" stage in their lives. Eleanor hoped her sister was right; she wasn't sure how much more of Brittany's horrible attitude she could take.

Jeanette walked into the room carrying a handful of text books.

"Where is Brittany?" Jeanette asked Eleanor. She set the heavy books on a nearby desk, amazed that she managed to not drop a single one.

Eleanor turned off her iPod. "She's taking a bath."

Jeanette frowned. "I thought she already took a bath tonight."

"Well she's taking another one." Eleanor stared at Alvin's last text. I couldn't help myself. He was so cute.

Jeanette sighed. "She asked me if I could help her study for her chemistry test tomorrow. I checked out all these extra books at the library to help her."

Eleanor shook her head in disbelief. Why did Jeanette keep kissing Brittany's butt when Brittany always treated them like dirt? But of course she knew what Jeanette's answer would be: "Because she's my sister and I love her." Eleanor loved Jeanette more than anything, but sometimes she was just too nice.

Her brown eyes wandered toward the open bedroom window that was letting in crisp, autumn air that made her shiver slightly. Through the window she could clearly see the Seville's house. Alvin entered her mind once again.

They had become friends in sixth grade. Eleanor remembered the day almost perfectly. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in March and the NCAA college basketball tournament was on TV. Miss Miller had sent her over to the Seville's house to return a cookbook she had borrowed from Dave.

As she got ready to leave the Seville house, Eleanor saw Alvin sitting on the couch in the living room by himself, watching one of the basketball games on television. The game was a close score, but Alvin didn't look very excited about it. In fact, he looked quite bored.

"Are you okay, Alvin?" Eleanor asked. She knew it was none of her business, but she always had that motherly instinct of making sure everyone was fine.

Alvin looked at her and shrugged. "It's just not as much fun watching the games alone," he said in a monotone voice. "Dave usually watches this with me but he's really busy with work."

Sympathy tugged at her heart. Alvin seemed genuinely sad. Even though Eleanor didn't really like Alvin at the time, she felt sorry for him. No one should have to feel lonely.

"I'll watch with you," Eleanor offered. She enjoyed watching college basketball games.

Alvin snorted. "But you're a…"

"Girl?" Eleanor finished his sentence with a smirk. "Yeah, I know. But that doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about March Madness." She sat next to him on the couch.

Alvin had obviously never watched a sporting event with a girl before; Eleanor could feel his discomfort. But after Eleanor started talking about the game, he began to loosen up. He liked that Eleanor actually knew what she was talking about when it came to basketball. The watched the rest of the game together, cheering and booing at the television the whole time. Eleanor had never had so much fun watching a sporting event.

And a friendship was born.

It made sense that the two would bond over sports. They didn't really have anyone else to discuss them with. Brittany thought sports were stupid, the only competition Theodore understood were eating contests, and Simon and Jeanette were far too busy with science experiments and trips to the library to be interested in athletics. It was something that they had in common, something they could talk about.

"Eleanor? Hello?"

Eleanor snapped out of her daze as Jeanette waved a hand in front of her face. She realized she had been twirling a piece of shoulder-length hair, something she did when she spaced out.

"Were you daydreaming about Theodore?" Jeanette asked with a knowing smile.

"For the last time, Jeanette," Eleanor said with a sigh, "Theodore is just a friend."

For some reason people had it in their heads that Theodore and Eleanor liked each other. Eleanor knew it was a cliché, but she thought of Theodore as more of a brother than a boyfriend. Sure, they had an innocent boyfriend/girlfriend relationship in elementary school, but those days were long gone. Their cute little crushes on each other had faded away years ago; they just didn't have much in common anymore.

But people didn't seem to get that, not even Eleanor's own sisters. Eleanor had faced the fact long ago that she and Theodore would be forever linked just because they both like the color green and enjoy cooking.

Eleanor was somewhat content that Jeanette thought she was thinking about Theodore instead of who she was really thinking about… Alvin. She wanted to tell Jeanette about her crush on Alvin, but she just couldn't. She felt guilty enough about liking her sister's boyfriend, even if Brittany had been a total bitch lately. But Brittany was her sister, and to be fair, she had Alvin first.

Brittany suddenly waltzed into the bedroom. She was wrapped in a fuzzy pink robe. Her long, damp hair hung around her shoulders. Eleanor could smell her fruity shampoo from across the room.

"Are you ready to study Britt?" Jeanette asked, gesturing toward the books.

Brittany raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and looked at her sister. "Study?"

Jeanette nodded. "Remember yesterday when you asked me to help you study for your test?"

Brittany looked confused for a few seconds, but then her face brightened as she recalled the memory. "Oh yeah. I remember." She took a long, horrified look at the tall stack of books and forced a yawn. "Sorry, Jeanette, but I'm actually feeling a little sleepy. I think I'll skip the studying and go to bed."

Jeanette's face fell. "But… I got all these books for you…"

Brittany walked toward her bed. "Thanks but I'm not in a studying mood."

"But if you don't pass the test, you'll have an F in the course," Jeanette pointed out.

Brittany shrugged. "I can always take it again next semester. Thanks anyway, sis."

Jeanette stood by the books, her mouth open with disbelief. There was an obvious sadness in her eyes, which made Eleanor's heart ache.

Eleanor glared at her eldest sister. She was such a… bitch. What was so special about her anyway? Why did everyone think she was so great? What did Alvin see in her?

Then Brittany removed her robe, revealing a sexy pink night gown.

Oh yeah. That's why everyone liked her.

Jeanette left the room, slamming the door shut on her way out. It made Brittany and Eleanor jump. Jeanette rarely did door-slams… she usually wasn't angry enough to do it.

"What's her problem?" Brittany scoffed.

"You," Eleanor muttered under her breath.

Brittany turned off the lights, not bothering to ask Eleanor if she minded. But Eleanor was ready to go to sleep herself. It was only a little past nine, but she was exhausted from a tough soccer practice.

Eleanor turned on the dim lamp on her nightstand and looked at the framed photograph next to it. It was a picture of her and her sisters in front of The Leaning Tower of Pisa when they were kids. It was taken during their trip around the world (to this day, it was still a mystery to Eleanor how six eight-year-old kids made it around the planet by themselves without getting killed). Eleanor studied the picture, noting how happy she and her sisters looked; back when Brittany acted like she cared about them.

Eleanor felt a twinge of guilt. Brittany was her sister. She shouldn't be thinking such mean thoughts about her own sister, no matter how selfish Brittany was acting. It was bad enough that she had a huge secret crush on her boyfriend.

She heard Brittany climb into the bed next to hers and rudely say, "Could you turn off your light? You know I need it to be totally dark for me to get any sleep."

Too tired to argue, Eleanor shut off her lamp. "Good night, Britt."

"Uh huh," Brittany mumbled back.

Eleanor rolled on her back and stared at the dark ceiling. She hoped for Alvin's sake that Brittany wouldn't be mean like this forever. Alvin deserved someone better; someone nice, someone who liked sports as much as he did, someone with a good sense of humor, someone who would love him for who he was.

Someone like me, Eleanor thought as she drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Sooo... what'd ya think? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! *please!*