A/N; The idea of this story was given to me by Bluewolfbat. Go find them, they're really good.

"SIMON?! SIMON, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"Over here, Alvin." Alvin turned around to see his blue-clad brother sitting right behind him by the bookshelf, reading. As usual.

"Of course you're reading something. You'd read anything. What don't you read?" Simon rolled his bright blue eyes.

"Well, actually, I don't read everything. I won't read fantasy. Ever." Alvin was taken aback. He'd never noticed this about his brother.

"Why not? Fantasy's good as." Simon sighed, pushing his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"It's like this, brother. Everything that ever happens in fantasy novels is highly illogical. Unicorns and dragons, I'm sorry to say, simply don't and will never exist."

"And who cares? Have a little imagination. The only book I've ever enjoyed was fantasy." Simon raised one eyebrow.

"And which book would that happen to be, brother?"

"Narnia. All of them." Simon shivered.

"Really? Really Alvin?" Alvin smirked.

"Have you even read them?" Pause.

"Nooo."

"Can't judge what you haven't read. Read 'em, I dare you." Simon shook his head, then appeared to reconsider.

"Fine. But mark my words, I won't enjoy it." Alvin danced a little.

"You won't regret it."

Simon rushed off to the school library to go find the book Alvin had told him to read. He was searching through the shelves when he came across a small issue.

"Wait, who's the author? Why didn't I ask? Oh, Albert Einstein." With that he sat down on one of the chairs in the library.

"Simon?" He whipped around to see who called him. A purple clad chipette stood behind him.

"Oh, umm, J-Jeanette. What are you doing here?" She giggled.

"I was just looking for you. What are you doing? You look a little upset." The ground was looking very interesting for him right now.

"I'm trying to find a book, but that's proving impossible."

"Which one? I might know where it is." He looked up at her.

"Narnia." She looked at him in surprise.

"Really? I thought you hated fantasy." He nodded.

"Yeah, but Alvin's put me up to it." She took his hand.

"Well, you can borrow mine. I-If you want, I mean." He looked at her, gratefully.

"Would you really let me? I'd love that. Thank-you."

"Anytime. I'll just get it for you."

It was a week later when Simon raised the issue again with Alvin. By then, he'd read four of the seven books, and was worrying about his sanity. He was certain he saw some of the trees move.

"Hey, Alvin."

"Yes, Si."

"You were right. I think, brother, that Aslan is on the move. I enjoyed it." Alvin smirked at this.

"Cool. Can I say something?" Simon sighed.

"You just did." Alvin shot his younger brother a look.

"I told you so."