I Don't Care As Much
"I tell him everything, I mean everything, but why is it that I can't tell him that he means everything to me?" ~Unknown
No One's Point Of View
Alvin smirks as the girls come closer to him and his brothers. The corner of the sidewalk is bustling with activity as groggy teenagers make their way to West Eastman High School. Brittany lugs her backpack, cheerleading duffle, and three books as she tries to get down the sidewalk without falling. Simon looks at Alvin with his hands on his hips, but when the boy doesn't move, Simon groans and runs up to Brittany, taking hold of two of her books.
"No, no," Brittany grits her teeth, trying to keep hold of the books. "I've got it, really."
"No, you don't," Simon replies dryly, taking the books with one final tug. Brittany stumbles forward, glaring at the blue clad chipmunks as he extends his other arm to take more.
"Don't you have your own stuff to carry?" she growls.
"No need to be a crab about it," Simon reels back. "I can always carry more, but if you insist, then you insist," he smirks, turning on his heels to add Jeanette's extra books to his stack. The two smile at each other shyly before making their way to the front of the pack.
"So Simon's, what, you're new bell boy?" Alvin elbows Brittany in the ribs, making her cast her eyes downwards. Alvin's eyebrows pull together as he stares at her. Usually this would be Brittany's turn to make a smart comeback and then he would do something stupid to get all six of them in trouble. "Hey, is something bothering you?" Alvin asks, taking her hand in his.
Nothing romantic ever happened between the two chipmunks, but that doesn't mean that either of them wanted it that way. Alvin started crushing on Brittany a couple months after he met her at that hotel in Southern California eight years ago. She had built herself a home with her sisters. Alvin suddenly seemed to notice the strong and confident Brittany rather than the stuck up brat he had always depicted her as. If she truly was, she would have sunk much lower, not risen up to have a life, a home, and an education. Brittany, on the other hand, had taken much longer to realize her feelings for Alvin. They had just started high school and the young pink clad chipette was trying out for cheer. The other girls simply scoffed, a talking chipmunk trying to master their sport? Pa-lease! But Alvin stuck up for her, knowing that the preppy girls admired him… which is ironic come to think of it. I mean seeing that Alvin is- well, anyways, Brittany saw Alvin in a new light that day. Instead of that obnoxious, out of control rebel that she had always seen all of these years, he was suddenly her knight in shining armor. And thinking back on her childhood, he always had been.
"Brittany?" Alvin tries again, nudging her a little harder.
"Oh, uh, what?" she tries to compose herself, still struggling with both of her bags. Alvin sighs, taking hold of her cheer bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He stumbles backwards, surprised at the immense weight of the thing. "Geez Britt, what do ya put in this thing? Bricks?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I put in it," she rolls her eyes. Alvin looks at her with his eyebrows raised. Brittany face palms and laughs at Alvin's dumbfounded expression. "No, Ellie and I have Volleyball try-outs today and I offered to carry her stuff… plus there's cheer stuff in there too."
"That's my girl!" Alvin claps a hand on her shoulder roughly. "Always on the move!" he beams.
"Speaking of on the move, you're taking Witherman's French class, right?"
"What?" Alvin smirks, leaning in close to her face. "Need a lesson?"
"Gross!" Brittany gags, shoving him away which only makes him laugh. He smiles on the outside, but on the inside it feels like a hammer just busted through his heart. Did she really mean that? I mean, I knew that she would never like me back, even after all of these years but… Am I really disgusting to her? Alvin composes himself, and nods in response to Brittany's question. "So, you'll sit with me in class, right?"
"Of course," Alvin says, smiling.
"Promise?"
"Scout's honor," Alvin spits in his hand and holds it out to Brittany. Without hesitation, Brittany returns the gesture. Alvin winces as their saliva meshes in their palms, only making Brittany smirk. "Heh, I guess it's a done deal then," Alvin wipes his hand on his jeans, while Brittany wipes hers on his shoulder, unbeknownst to him of course.
The steps to the school are flooded with students, and with one final wave, The Chipmunks and The Chipettes part ways to find their homerooms.
~Hey guys! Long time no see :) Prologue to a story that's been sitting on my computer since August x) I hope you all enjoyed the fluffy beggining :D
