Okay, so I decided to rewrite this because I just about died when I went back to read through it. My writing didn't sound good at all (and in general, this is so with my older stories), it sucked, and bless your heart if you've read through my old version of this and left something nice to say.
Basically, I completely scrapped the old script and wrote brand new chapters. This is generally the same story line, just some things are different, and the events kind of happen differently as well. Also, here's your warning, there are some more mature things in here.
Thank you and enjoy!
Disclaimer: The Chipmunks, Chipettes, Dave, and Ms. Miller are all characters I don't own.
Gazing out the ice cold glass, which seemed fragile enough to crack with one gentle touch, Brittany heaved out a sigh and watched as her breath fogged up the glass. It was winter at the moment, the middle of January, and while it never snowed in California, that didn't mean the sky still didn't cry. It was rainy season in the Golden State at the moment, and while the light auburn-haired girl always secretly did enjoy the rainy weather, despite the damages the rain would sometimes cause to her appearance, it now didn't bring that same sense of self-contentment it used to always bring with its fresh new rainfall.
In fact, the rain had now begun to appear gloomy to her. It made her feel…sad. Of course, she was very well aware that rain normally didn't associate with positive things or situations. Just look at how practically all the movies tended to use rain as an emphasis to some character's pity-hour. But that's not how she always viewed or remembered the rain as. Whenever it rained, it always reminded her of…him. The one person who…
Who she actually was really beginning to miss. And not just miss, but—as much as she couldn't believe—pine over.
She always thought him, Alvin Seville, being away and them having some space from each other was a good thing for their relationship. That's what she's thought for all the large gaps in the last year he's been gone. At least she tried to. They were always together, so it was about time they had their space, right? They couldn't get sick of each other this way. Brittany pursed her lips, frowning a little. As if, she snickered to herself. There was never a boring moment with Alvin. Annoying, yes—but not boring. And what he did was nothing she couldn't handle.
The biggest problem with him being away meant that she was always alone. Well, not quite she supposed, since there was always Karl, her butler, and as amusing it was to talk to him, it just wasn't the same as it was with Alvin. All her life, unfortunately she's practically always been around Alvin. Her sisters and his brothers shared a big part in her life as well, but they weren't kids anymore, so things have changed since then, and the moment her relationship had formed with Alvin, he became her life. All she ever spent her time with was ridiculously him, and did she ever regret any of it? No…she didn't. Despite all the times she complained she did and how much it actually impacted her life.
It was such a shame she had to lose all of her close friends from high school in the process of hers and Alvin's relationship's becoming something real—truly real. She just no longer had any time left for them once he became all she ever (freakishly) thought about. At the time, since that had never been something she had such a serious actual issue with when it came to her past many boyfriends she went through like the seasons passing by, she wanted to see a doctor or someone who could cure her from this unnatural state of mind; Jeanette and Eleanor of course reasoned with her and somehow managed to pull her away from her laptop and put a halt to her useless researches. They knew very well what was wrong with her and why she was feeling and acting the way she did, yet she didn't catch on then—she refused to. It wasn't until Alvin had frustratedly confessed his own issues (the same as hers) to her after they had a terrible fight and broken up for a bit. A lot changed after that.
Brittany was barely reconnecting with some of her friends after that breakup which seemed like it was for good this time—not like that petty time she had gotten upset with him for talking a little too much to some other girl when she was standing right there, or when he had thrown a sneak-attack snowball at her, not only hurting her and making her cry, but messing up her hair as well—but then lo and behold, he managed to pull her aside from her cheer squad after a big football game, purged out his emotions, resulting in herself to do so as well, and they got back together, almost instantly breaking all strands she had barely made to her friends. And since that day, Alvin became her closest and only friend (aside from his and her siblings).
She's had acquaintances with several famous people and spent some time with them, but it never felt too special or anything. She basically really was friendless.
Naturally, she's remained decently close to her sisters and Alvin's brothers, but they were all married now, and unlike how it used to be when they were kids, she couldn't exactly hang out with her sisters and his brothers without Alvin like it were the old times and feel perfectly comfortable and peachy keen with everything.
All of them were married now, and oh boy, did that make all the difference. They were each official couples, Brittany with Alvin, Jeanette with Simon, and Eleanor with Theodore; therefore, because of this, a certain amount of PDA was allowed, and while Alvin normally was the most open and bold about this (not quite in the manner of grossing everyone out to the point that they felt uncomfortable, he was fairly subtle, but it was more than enough to make his fans swoon with how he treated Brittany), Simon and Theodore actually didn't fall too short behind him. It was one thing to be a couple, spending time with other couples. It was a whole other thing to be alone, spending time with other couples—let alone, married couples.
Brittany did try it once since. She didn't see any harm in spending time with her childhood friends and her sisters—she's done it so many times—but oh how she was so wrong. Who knew how big the changes a few vows could make that separated ordinary couples from married couples? She had walked into the situation with confidence, and left feeling deflated and awful, mind you, she left early too. Theodore's need to hold Eleanor's hand and Simon's small gestures of kisses on the hand and forehead to Jeanette filled Brittany with an intense jealously and longing. She was really beginning to feel awkward and out of place, and Brittany Miller never has a hard time with this sort of thing. At least, not until that incident of realization happened. If she hadn't have left early, she probably would've bit her own bottom lip off—she couldn't stop chewing on it—a bad habit she couldn't seem to get rid of whenever she was tense.
That day was the first day the absence of Alvin gone for a long period of time had actually hit her with its first wave. She understood he had a career to pursue and that he'd be back once his world tour for his latest album was over. What she didn't quite get at the time was the fact that the longer he was gone (which during their marriage, he had already done two world tours, he was now on his third), the more she'd miss him. How she didn't quite catch that at first, she couldn't be able to tell anyone the reason. You'd think it was obvious and that she should've prepared for this, or at least been used to it—she was famous once too, starting out in a band with her siblings just like him and becoming fairly popular—she knew the niche of it all.
She guessed she just always thought that nothing would change between her and Alvin. That even though he was gone for a long time period, he would simply return. She never viewed his absence as another hour and day to lack his touch or silly teasing words. She always focused on his return. But now…all she could ever think about was the fact that he was always gone.
To slowly realize that the one person you loved no longer spent much time with you and did with other people you thought they didn't care about was something quite unsettling. It almost felt like betrayal, and that's how Brittany often felt herself feeling whenever she'd see some photo or clip of Alvin hanging out with some other celebrity—especially female celebrities. Brittany never felt like she had to compete for Alvin, and now, at this point in life, she was confident enough in herself that she no longer suffered from the death grip of the green monster. Well, at least she used to be perfectly fine like that. The monster was now pickup up on her trail. How close it was getting? She couldn't tell, but she knew if she didn't keep her guard up and stay strong, her bond to Alvin would begin to melt away.
Brittany still trusted Alvin. She never was concerned about his infidelity. She wasn't suspecting him of anything. But in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but now wonder…
She closed her eyes, lowering her head. When she opened her ice blue eyes, she found her right hand twisting her wedding ring on the finger it encircled. The ring was quite beautiful and you could easily tell it cost a fortune from the design and sparkling diamonds that gleamed at every possible angle; it looked as if someone had taken the brightest stars in the sky and trapped them within the clear, glistening walls of each diamond carefully placed in their slots in order to create the image of absolute splendor and loveliness.
The ring itself was actually a compilation of three rings, all banded with a light rose gold that outlined the diamonds very nicely: the first ring on her finger was a slim simple ring with small square shaped diamonds lining the middle; the second ring was slightly wider than the first with oval shaped diamonds, circling all around; for the third ring, it was a simple slim round band, but on top, a well-designed blooming rose rested, overlaying on the other two rings appearing as an actual large rose, whose petals had flared out in a majestic full bloom, opening out like butterfly wings; each diamond petal had its own delicately carved shape. This rose definitely didn't look like any other rose rings Brittany's looked up or ever seen; it wasn't small and shaped with hard pointy edges, and it didn't stick up out of the band with the obvious slim bulb shape of a barely blooming flower.
To say the least, Brittany found her ring absolutely gorgeous. She had to hand it to Alvin, he really picked probably the best ring out there. For her at least. She had a soft spot for roses; there was just something so romantic about the flower that she couldn't resist, and Alvin seemed to really like them too, for reasons she still didn't know. Roses were really the only flowers she's ever seen him ever associate with, and they were the only flowers that decorated their yard. She still had no idea where Alvin found the ring. It was too perfect to even be real—to be hers.
After a small investigation she had done a while ago, Brittany was now convinced that Alvin had designed the ring himself. And not that it was a big deal as to where the ring came from, it was just whenever people questioned her about it, she always had to give them a blank space. Plus she was fairly curious about it herself, naturally. No matter how many times she bugged Alvin about it, his lips were sealed. He was just far too stubborn to budge; he was like a carving set in stone. She supposed this would be something she would never know, and while that slightly irked her, it wasn't enough to drive her to insanity. Sooner or later, he would have to tell her. It's not like he committed a crime to get that ring…or did he?
Brittany pursed her lips, inhaling deeply. It was funny how she had originally planned today to be a day she wasn't going to be thinking about Alvin, that she would restrict it to herself, and only herself. Yet here she was, first thing in the morning, breaking her own rules. This was a perfect example as to how Alvin was always on her mind. If only there was a doctor that could help cure this problem.
Brittany's eyes suddenly flickered up to look out the window. It was now beginning to rain, and the gradual beat of raindrops on the window was now beginning to become more noticeable. A soft chill ran down her spine like a gentle brush of hands, and she couldn't help but shiver uncomfortably, feeling as if someone were in the room with her. She could feel his body heat behind her and the brush of his warm lips against her skin on the nape of her neck as he brought them over to her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her torso—
Brittany turned her head to look behind her in the dark bedroom, barely lit by the dim, gloomy morning light that came from the one window in front of her that she had uncovered earlier. It was only a ghost of a memory, what she had been feeling. Alvin wasn't actually there and she was all alone, in their grand mansion that was serviced by an elderly English butler, five cleaning maids, and one cook. All who probably weren't even here at work yet, other than Karl, the butler. He was the only good worker here, in fact, Alvin and Brittany never even considered Karl as an employee anymore—he was more family than anything else. He was very trustworthy, respectful, and responsible, and he knew how to keep things in order. He probably was in the living room downstairs reading the newspaper, drinking herbal tea.
They definitely treated Karl the best, paying him the best as well. It was hard not to put him on a pedestal compared to the other workers. The cook was the next person who was favored. He made great food and remembered everything about what Alvin and Brittany liked and didn't like, amazingly; he wasn't as close to them, but he was fairly close—a whole lot closer than the maids were. Brittany absolutely despised all five of the maids. Maybe she liked one, sort of, but really all of them were unfortunately just rotten apples that had fallen from the tree. At least they did their job well. Most of them were fairly young, and as much as she hated to admit it, they were quite beautiful as well; there was only one of them who was actually old, and that was the one she preferred the most. Her name was Maria, a Spanish, cranky old lady who once was quite beautiful in her youth, too-at least she claims this.
Brittany knew very well what issues there could be with having other young attractive females in the house. She wasn't really thinking when she hired the maids. She just wanted someone who could get the job done and done well. But despite all the possible problems that existed, none of them had actually occurred, as far as she was aware. And she only hoped that what she believed was the truth. She knew Alvin. She knew him like the back of her hand. She trusted him to the fullest. But there were always those small insecurities she had about him. Of course, girls were always swarming and obsessing over him, that was a minor part of his career that she wasn't so fond of; but she could handle it.
She had already vowed to him her will to stay beside him. He had her fidelity, and she only hoped she had his. There were still some things about him she wasn't too sure about, and if they weren't married, maybe she wouldn't trust him as much as she did now. But she liked to believe in these kinds of things—believe in "true love"—believe he wouldn't do anything to break her. And because of that, she didn't spend all of her time wondering and worrying about him. There were many things that gave her reasons to question him, but she always ignored it all. He never questioned her, so in respect, she'd never question him. Both of them have had issues with the media trying to create things that weren't even real, so they knew better than to jump to conclusions.
Brittany sighed, walking away from the rain-splattered window, looking aimlessly around her lifeless bedroom before she walked up to a framed photo on her vintage, white vanity mirror hutch, which sat in the far left corner of the dark room.
For this world tour Alvin was on, it felt like he rarely ever called her compared to the last few times he's left her. It seemed like as time went on, things were only getting worse and worse. Not even on the actual holidays did he really bother to call her. It normally was always a few days later or not at all, and when he would call, it mostly wasn't even that long. He just seemed to no longer have any time for her, or he simply forgot that, hey, she was supposedly an important part of his life. Maybe not so much now... She understood that he couldn't come home for the holidays; she got that he couldn't make a quick visit because that's how it worked when you had a billion concerts to perform at and spend your time on the other side of the globe. But at least he could spare a few hours, maybe even half an hour, to at least call her once a week or something. It wasn't hard to do that, now was it?
If he wasn't always gone and basically MIA in her life, she wouldn't have ever realized how much she needed him, how much her world revolved around him—which was something she absolutely hated. Since when did she ever have to rely on someone so much that it almost tore her apart? She used to be so independent. She was once fine with Alvin being gone. Now she felt like she was turning into one of those crazy, clingy girlfriends who needed their boyfriend's attention 24/7. It was excruciatingly frustrating to realize this change and know that it would take a lot more than strength and will to bring her back to the girl she once was.
She hated the idea to ask him to try and call her more because in her mind, it somehow sounded ridiculous and needy. But if he kept staying away from her for so long without a single phone call or form of acknowledgement of her existence, then she'd have to start making hard decisions. Ones she didn't want to make, but how was she supposed to live a lonely life in some jumbo mansion that didn't even have any life in it if he wasn't there? She was used to living a noisy life, and to suddenly fall into a pit of a lonely silence was enough to swallow her up in a dark, deep hole of misery. One she was afraid she'd never be able to crawl out of if she didn't start taking action.
Brittany bit her bottom lip, lightly grazing her fingertips against the hard glass protecting the photo of her and Alvin. She remembered when that photo was taken. He had slung his arm around her without a warning after the Grammy Awards were given out and took a selfie just as he kissed her cheek while she tried to push him away, looking annoyed and happy at the same time. They had known each other since she could ever remember, and spent three long years out of that time married, having gotten hitched at the young age of 18. They had so many memories, and the thought of throwing all of it away was something she didn't want to even consider—that was like setting the whole world on fire and losing everything that had been built, all except for maybe a few small landscapes that had nothing but dead fields of flowers. But what other options were there for her? She'd already tried everything else she was willing to do, and if Alvin wasn't going to care, then why did she still have to? She then turned the glass photo frame down.
She didn't want to stay here if all she had was silence.