Being Heard

Cartoon universe, rated M to be safe, couple is Alvin x Simon (ALVON)

Angst, drama, romance, humour

I do not own the chipmunks (but I'm working on it ;) all rights go to Bagdasarian Productions, Ross Bagdasarian Sr, Jr, and Janice Karman

Hey guys! I know, I know: I really should be writing Spring – but I need some relief from that series, and the product is below!

It's a sort-of-short opening, but my openings seem to be like that frequently, now, I've noticed :)

It's kind of a light-hearted story that slowly gets more dramatic as we go. Not entirely sure where the idea came from, but I thought it was a fun concept that I wanted to explore with Alvin :P I hope I did it justice! It's definitely Alvin x Simon in pairing, although it doesn't quite come into play until later, so bear with me Alvon fans :D

It's in Alvin's 1st person P.O.V –

Enjoy!

Day 1: Here We Go…

'Thank you and good night!'

The crowd was going crazy as we left the stage. I felt more buzzed than I usually did after a performance – whatever we'd done differently tonight, it was a good choice. As we headed out onto the red carpet sprawled out for us, fans surrounded the edges, cameras flashed, pens and paper and photographs were thrust over the barrier, begging to be signed.

I, of course, complied happily.

I made my way over to the best looking girl in the line and I took her notepad to sign. She seemed ecstatic, but I couldn't blame her.

I signed the pad with a flourish and handed it back to her. She turned and showed a boy behind her, who must have been her brother or boyfriend. I chuckled and continued walking, scoping for the next prettiest girl.

I waved to all the fans and smiled for the flashing cameras as I ventured down the line, and eventually found my next target.

I put on a charming smile. 'Got anything for me to sign?' I asked. She giggled a little and pulled out a photo of myself. Good taste. I thought with a smile as I took the photo.

'You were wonderful tonight, Alvin,' she complimented.

I chuckled. 'What, in there?' I asked the obvious. 'No: wait till you see our next concert.' I handed it back to her. We, of course, didn't have a "next concert" that I knew about, but it was good to sell it sooner rather than later.

'Thanks, Alvin,' she grinned as I handed the photo back to her. 'You know, you guys have really come back strong.' She waved and left.

I blinked in shock. What? Come back? Where did we go?

These thoughts were with me until we got home and I had a chance to vent them.

I was a mess. Never, and I mean never, had I heard a comment that put me off so much!

'Come back?' I questioned, pacing the living room with Dave, Simon and Theodore watching. 'Come back?! Where did we come back from?' I saw Simon roll his eyes and I glared at him. 'Don't you get it?' I asked them. 'She was implying that we were unpopular! Me! Unpopular!' I threw my hands in the air. 'When did I become unpopular?! How do I deserve this?!'

'Alvin, calm down.' Dave stated. 'It was only one person. Maybe that was just her opinion.'

'Maybe?' I repeated. 'Maybe's not good enough! What if there are people who still think I'm unpopular? What if I'm becoming a has-been?!'

Theodore looked at me worriedly. 'No one said anything like that to me.'

'Nor me.' Simon agreed.

I groaned. 'Of course not!' I insisted. 'They wouldn't tell you guys! I'm the lead singer! If we're unpopular, I'm the one that has to do something about it! They wouldn't tell the backup singers!'

'Excuse me?' Simon asked with a warning tone.

Dave must have seen another one of mine and Simon's fights coming, because he stepped in-between us. 'Now, Alvin, each of you are vital to the band. Without your brothers, you wouldn't have nearly as good a career.' Dave reasoned. 'Now, enough about that one girl's comment. It didn't mean anything.'

'Didn't mean anything?' I demanded. 'Hello! Of course it did! It meant that we're no longer –' popular! And if that's not a problem, then I don't know what is! And besides, she looked like a real fan, so I think she was telling the truth! We need to do something big to get back in the game, Dave. One concert isn't enough.

It was only after a moment that I realised no sound was coming out of my mouth.

'No longer what?' Theodore asked, oblivious.

Simon was trying to hide his laughter behind his hand. 'I think he's lost his voice,' he stated amusedly.

'Alvin, are you okay? Can you speak?' Dave asked me.

My eyes went wide in shock. Don't tell me I… I opened my mouth and tried to say something. My voice can't be gone! Oh no! Oh no, not now! Not in the middle of a career crisis!

'He has!' Simon started to laugh, and I glared at him.

Shut up! – but I realised no sound was going to come out. I put a hand to my throat and tried to get some sort – any sort – of sound out. But to no avail.

Oh… my… word… I've actually lost… my voice…

'Are you okay, Alvin?' Theodore asked worriedly.

I think so, Theo – but I reminded myself that I couldn't speak. I just nodded. This would take some getting used to. And I was pretty sure this would be very difficult. Simon was already eyeing me like he'd slipped into a dream come true, and I knew that he'd waste no time taking full advantage of my silence.

'These things don't last too long, I don't think,' Dave put in. 'So I guess for now we can all just… enjoy the silence.'

I opened my mouth in protest. Excuse me? But it was no use. There was no sound coming from me, today. That was for sure.

Dinner was irritable to say the least. I wished I was sitting next to Theodore, because Simon was just being cruel on purpose. We were having steak that night, and it was unsalted. Naturally, I wanted the salt. Unnaturally, I couldn't ask for it.

I bumped my elbow against Simon and got his attention. He scanned me with an amused look and I gave him a frown in return. I pointed at the salt.

'Oh, you want the salt?' He mused. I rolled my eyes and nodded eagerly. 'You could have just said so.' He commented, earning my scowl. It came close and I tried to snatch it from him, but he held it away. 'What's the magic word?'

I mentally groaned. I forced myself to remain calm and pointed to my throat as if reminding him. Just in case, you know – maybe – he forgot.

He only looked at me innocently. 'And..?'

I sighed. I collected myself and I gave him a bright smile, my eyes darting from him to the salt. Please?

He smirked and gave me the salt.

I glared at my food as I sprinkled the salt. Simon was enjoying this far too much for my liking. Having Simon amused at me made me feel like I was eight years old.

I reached across Simon for the sauce, because there was no way I was going through another session with him, and he smiled amusedly at me.

'You could have asked.'

I contained my annoyance. This would be a long night.

Fortunately for me, I didn't need anything else for dinner, and once I got through it, I headed upstairs. I went into my room and collapsed dramatically on my bed.

'Hey, Alvin?' Theodore appeared at the door. I looked up at him and he continued. 'Do you want to watch a movie?'

No, I might get an early sleep so maybe tomorrow I'll have my…. I again realised that I couldn't talk. Voice back. I finished in my head. Theodore was looking at me confusedly. It must be odd for him to see someone moving their mouth but having no words coming out.

I shook my head instead and smiled in thanks.

He nodded and left.

I sighed and stood, going out to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I added extra toothpaste just in case the minty-ness of the stuff might get my voice back. When I was finished, I got in the shower, hoping maybe the hot water might treat it as well.

Someone knocked on the door. 'Anyone in here?' They asked. It was Simon.

I'd turned the water off, so he couldn't hear if I was in here. I shook my head.

I'm in here! Go away! – but I forgot once more that I was without a voice. Oh, no… I quickly got a towel and wrapped it around my waist just as the door opened. Simon saw me and at first he looked confused, then he smiled and I swear I saw him laugh silently.

'Wow, Alvin, why would you want me to see you naked..?'

I glared at him and fake-laughed. Although, without the sound to accompany it, I'm sure it looked odd.

'I'll leave you alone for a moment.' He insisted, and left. He closed the door and I took off the towel, continuing my shower.

I think I need one of those "Do not disturb" signs… I'll carry it with me for every room in the house.

When I got out of the shower, I realised that I hadn't brought any clothes with me. I walked over to the bedroom and saw the door was closed. I tried the handle and found it was locked.

I blew out a breath, because I knew it was Simon in there, and I knocked on the door.

'Who is it?'

I held back my irritation and knocked again, making a sort of musical pattern on the door.

'I'm serious: who is it?' Simon said, although his tone suggested he wasn't completely serious.

I fumed and folded my arms, leaning against the door. To my surprise, it opened. I stumbled, stunned, into Simon's arms.

He looked shocked for a moment – his half-naked brother falling into his chest – but unfortunately, he gathered himself and smirked at me. I gave him a warning look, daring him to say something.

'My, my, Alvin,' He held me by my shoulders, but I wedged away from him defiantly. 'I never knew you felt that way.' He chuckled. 'You're practically throwing yourself on me.'

I gave him a light punch and moved past him to my pyjamas, picking them up and marching out of the room. I turned back. And don't lock the door, this time! I'll be right back.

He smirked. 'Sorry, what was that?' He asked me.

My anger fell as I remembered. I sighed in frustration and pointed to the lock while shaking my head.

'Okay, I'll leave it open.' He nodded. I smiled a little and headed into the bathroom again. At least Simon knew when I was about to blow. He always backed off before it became something serious.

I hoped to high heavens, as I lay in my bed that night, that tomorrow I would get my voice back so I wouldn't have to endure school without speaking. That would probably be harder than dealing with Simon.

That, and I was hoping to ask Brittany out this week, sometime. Having no voice might impair my excellent flirting skills.

I smiled amusedly at myself on that thought.

'Goodnight, fellas,' Dave called.

Night, Dave. I joined with my brothers. But I frowned when I heard only two voices answer. Please come back tomorrow… I hoped silently as the bedroom door closed.

Room for some pretty amusing and dramatic stuff, right?

Anyways, tell me what you think! Is it worth continuing?

See you guys soon!