Okay...so, I'm going to try my best to be brief, but this story I just wrote for the heck of it. I've had the idea for quite a few months now, and I just decided to bust it all out now.
Originally, this piece was suppose to be a one-shot...buuuuuuuuut, I kind of suck at keeping things short, and this story really would've, probably, murdered your brains if you tried to read it all in one sit-in. Some things need time to sink in, whereas other things don't... This is one of those things that you probably wouldn't, or can't burst that brain of yours to absorb all in one sit-in.
I had to break this story down, and what you get for each so-called "chapter" is what you'll get. If you feel like I'm skipping, sorry, but keep in mind this was supposed to be one whole chunk of words, not like monkey bread where you get to take separate chunks at a time... Yeah...
So, I hope you enjoy, and I was just having fun with this story. Some things will/may sound off, and even unnecessary I bet, but you'll live. I'll explain the idea and inspiration all at the very end of this story, and after this brief note (yeah, it's not very brief), you won't be hearing from me until the end.
You may get confused, and you may not. Just bear with me. You won't know everything at the very start, such as the character's age or whatever...but the answer will come (or at least it should come) eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Enjoy. ;D And thank you for coming by to read!
"That game was amazing!" Alvin Jr. exclaimed as he began to hook up his guitar.
"I know, right?!" his twin followed right after, high-fiving his brother before they hooked hands and jumped, ramming into each other's shoulders with the force of an angry bull. Staggering backwards from the run-in, Al Jr. frowned. "That wasn't a good one." His brother nodded in agreement.
"Here, let's give it another go," Alvin Jr. prompted, readying his hand.
Al Jr. grinned fiercely, nodding his head, pulling his red cap down before taking his brother's taunting hand in a firm, locked grip. Their grip was strongly held onto each other that it got to the point where for others it would seem like the only possible thing that could release the two brothers was a key. But for these boys, they had it down. It was their synchronization and pure understanding of each other that kept them in tune; they held the key with the simple glint of one another's daring eye. One slight smirk that held their faces straight could easily have been the "go" signal, and in this case it was.
In the blink of an eye, they jumped high off of the ground as if a trampoline was beneath them, and rammed into each other's shoulders together like a speeding bullet striking through the heart, and then landed triumphantly on the ground. With success written all over their faces in permanent ink, Al. Jr. proudly did a small handshake with his brother. "Dude, nice—that was awesome."
"Right back atcha, bro," Alvin Jr. smirked with a look that practically was shouting "we're awesome!"
The two brothers looked to their side, just remembering they had a guest over—well, friend was the more correct term—but for what they were doing, this so-called "friend" was a guest at the moment. The Twins were going to perform a new song they had just written. They would've preferred to perform this new song to the rest of the others in their band…but they were busy at the moment, apparently... According to their drummist, she had a soccer game to go to (from what they've learned from their parents, she's practically the spitting image of her mother, or in their case, their aunt, Eleanor); for their keyboardist, the nerd apparently had to study for some "crazy" exam that was supposedly the next day… Now, for him, they definitely saw his inner nerd bloom from—not one—but both of his parents, their other uncle and aunt, Simon and Jeanette. So, to round their situation up in short: their so-called bandmates, that were clearly so reliable to always be there through the thin and thick, were too "busy" to spend five minutes of their lives to hear the twin's new written song.
But because the two identical brothers wanted to show their song to at least someone, just so they could hear some feedback, they asked one of their many, many friends, Brad. How lucky was he to receive the once-in-a-lifetime privilege to get chosen to listen to the twin's brand new hit? Well, at least they could only assume it was going to be a hit. Not to be too modest, but…their song really was that grand. Maybe even almost as grand as their awesome guitars!—maybe. They still had to think that one through…
"So, Brad, you ready to get blown into the back of that wall form our outstanding performance?" Alvin Jr. confidently flashed his crooked smile as he test strummed his vibrant, crimson, glistening guitar that glimmered like fire. Al Jr. did the same process with his own matching guitar, glancing over at their audience briefly.
"He's totally going to get blown through that wall…" He commented under his breath with a sly grin. The brothers shared eye contact with one another, a soaring sky blue confidence flying in their eyes.
"Yeah—bring it on Sevilles. Let's see if you can rock it out here through music, just like you two did our last football game, last night, with that winning touchdown," Brad taunted, taking a seat down on the bass stool behind him. The two brothers shared a look at hearing this come out of their friend's mouth. Smirking at one another, as if on cue, they rolled their eyes casually. They didn't need to PROVE anything—especially when they already knew they were just that awesome, and not to mention, amazing. They knew this song was good. In fact, "good" was such a disgrace of a word to even use when explaining their song! It was like eating the seeds of an apple, instead of the fresh, juicy, tart and sweet flesh.
Shrugging their shoulders, Alvin and Al Jr. tested their microphones before grinning excitedly at each other. Nodding his head, Al Jr. waited for the oncoming beat from his brother before he began to strum his own guitar. As the two boys played each note they had practiced in complete perfection and harmony, the tiny nervous butterflies that had slightly aroused in the pit of their stomachs settled back down comfortably, and soon instead of their bodies and guitars performing, their hearts emerged as if a black curtain had just been pulled back revealing a bright white light, and took over the show.
By the time the two boys finished presenting their song, the sweat of victory that began beading their foreheads lightly, leading to streamers of glory sleeking down the sides of their faces, brought their smiles out on their faces. They did it. And they knew they did it with success. They performed the way they had hoped they would, and they did it absolutely perfect. Oh how they were basking in their magnificence of awesomeness! They totally rocked it. Without. A. Single. Doubt. They just killed it. And when they looked upon their audience's face—oh how they wished they had a camera to legitimately take a picture, because the look upon their friend's face was priceless! Where was that dumb camera when it was really needed?
Brad was speechless. Check. That was just what the Twins wanted.
Brad was frozen out of their astounding performance. Check. Again, just what they were aiming for.
Brad had his mouth hanging open, waiting for a fly to come crawling in. Check. And double check! The look on his face was completely priceless with the large gap between his upper and lower lip.
The list only could go on and on!—everything on their list was practically all checked off.
As the cool wave of pride washed over the two brothers, renewing their confidence and dignity from the staining rust, Brad began to make an attempt at speaking. "You guys…"
"Boys!" a feminine voice sounded off from behind them like a chandelier's shattering glass. Everyone in the echoing room from the twin's performance, looked to the direction of the voice. "I am impressed!" Brittany came walking over carrying a distinct, sweet smell of designer perfume. "You boys sounded better than Alvin!" The Twins smile broadened at this.
"Seriously?!" Al Jr. proclaimed, all pumped up to perform once more.
"We did better than Dad?!" Alvin Jr. chimed in excitedly. For a while they've been trying to impress their dad, Alvin, but he always—ALWAYS—found something that they needed to improve on. He'd tell them things like "You're faces look constipated! Boys, smile! Remember! That is the biggest ladykiller move you can do!" or "You're not starting at the same time. You may have been a millisecond apart, which is fairly close to being exact—but that doesn't cut it. You got to be smack right on with each other. Retry it again." And one time, he even rocked it off with his own guitar just to show them how they should strike a certain key—which they thought looked wickedly amazing!—they've been practicing that move for a while now and they just used it in their performance just barely out of habit. Alvin had told them that it was best to create habits that improved performance.
Brittany rolled her eyes with a scoff. Placing her clean pristine hands on her hips, her crème sophisticated dress that had a milky pink floral overlay blending nicely with her rose gold jewelry, she curved her tinted pink lips into a sly smirk. "Boys, my darlings, I know the difference between an amazing performance compared to some," she allowed her features to scrunch a little as she began to examine her right hand, "wannabe, stuck-up punk trying to make the front cover." Glancing to the Twins whose faces were beginning to falter a bit, she shook her head snickering, "Boys! Yes! You totally performed a lot better than your dad! (But, it's debatable if you out rock n' rolled me and my sisters…)." She pursed her lips still stuck in debate about that. No one could out rock and roll her and her sisters… "Don't look so down, you're not going to attract any girls with that weak grin!" she continued on, pushing aside the thought. "That was by far the best performance you've ever done!"
At hearing this, both Alvin and Al Jr.s' faces lit up like the sun coming out from behind the grim clouds. Turning to each other they did another small handshake with their hands, complimenting each other's awesomeness, and both big and small details they did during their performance to add a bit of flare.
"I'm so proud of you! My little baby is growing up," Alvin Jr. joked, pinching his brother's cheek.
Immediately swatting his brother's hand away, Al Jr. smirked stating, "Thanks old man! You know you're growing so old too!—how can you even see with all of those crinkles sagging your eyes shut?" He then placed both of his hands up to his brother's face, pulling down the skin near his eyes to make him look like the future of his age.
Brittany shook her head at the twin's behavior. Yup. Despite how much she tried to teach them to become well-mannered gentleman, they still took on Alvin's curse of being obnoxious. Ha, well, at least they knew how to keep their annoying hands and comments to themselves unlike some men… She subconsciously shook her head, gritting her teeth. Why couldn't Alvin keep his stupid little remarks between his excruciatingly dumb mind and his brothers, anyway!? Ugh…he was so, so, so…
Suddenly her ice blue eyes froze on something she didn't notice before: there was another boy in the room. He looked strangely familiar, but that was probably because he's been here at their home before. Brittany looked to the Twins and cleared her throat. The two identical boys paused midsentence and craned their heads over to her slowly, their movement much like an owl turning its head. She smiled and began, "Uh, I see we have a guest…?"
"Oh! Yeah! We do!" the two clamored, completely forgetting about Brad, who now appeared stiff with wide, hypnotic eyes, his mouth slightly gaping open. Al Jr. smacked the back of his brother's head, causing the matching red cap his brother wore, crookedly on his head, to fall to the ground. Alvin Jr. defensively repeated the action towards Al Jr., but this time when he knocked his brother's hat to the ground, instead of merely letting it fall to the ground for and easy bend and pickup, he snatched the red cap and threw it to the side, snickering as his brother let out a loud "Hey!" chasing after his precious cap. Snorting, he looked to Brad with a wide grin, but as his brain registered the state Brad was in, his smug smile began to fade like the setting sun. Furrowing his eyebrows, Al Jr. coming back up to his side screwing his hat on securely, he soon caught on to what his brother was seeing.
"Um, Brad…?" Alvin Jr. hesitantly spoke up, slipping his guitar over his head, the instrument no longer firmly hanging on his shoulder with its black strap. Brad didn't even flinch. He didn't even blink. Was he even breathing? Alvin Jr. looked to his other half, who simply shrugged his shoulders. It was as if their friend was in another dimension or something. Had aliens secretly abducted him while they were talking it up with their mom?
"So, this is Brad? Your two's friend?" Brittany came walking up, her heels leaving nothing but an empty echo of where she stepped. As she approached, Brad suddenly blinked, heaving out a breath, looking side to side, clueless. Brittany took a step back, crossing her arms, muttering to her boys, "Charming…does he always do that?" She glanced quickly to her boys, pursing her lips. Her sons befriended a psycho? Well, maybe not that…but he definitely was…strange.
"What? Where am I—oh!" Brad jumped up. "Ms. Miller! Please, uh, excuse my, uh…just forget what just happened!" he bursted. Brittany slightly jumped a little, blinking her eyes. "I'm really sorry about that! I, uh, I-I was lost in thought." He flashed his most charming smile he could muster, due to his shading cheeks.
Brittany managed a smile, but laughed it off. "No, it's…fine…" She waved it off with her hand. "And Miller is my maiden name (which I have no idea how you even knew that)—but you can just call me Brittany. You don't need to address me with the whole Mrs. Seville crap. I prefer Brittany." She felt old being called a "missus," and it didn't settle with her too well…
"Oh, Brittany. Okay. That's chill." Brad nodded his head, crossing his arms in a laid back manner.
Brittany opened her mouth, but clamped it shut. Turning to her boys, she stated, "Well, I'll leave you two—er, I mean three, back to whatever you boys were doing." After that was said, she ushered herself out the way she came in, strangely feeling a little awkward from that conversation.
"That's not your mom, right?" Brad scratched the back of his neck, his hazel gaze glued to the entrance Brittany recently just exited in.
Al Jr. glanced to his brother, eyeing Brad with his careful blue gaze. "Ah, dude, that actually was."
"Yeah…" Alvin Jr. followed closely behind.
"Oh, really?" Brad blinked.
The Twins nodded their heads. What was up with him? Maybe he was still blown away from their performance. Yeah, that's what it was! "So, we actually have another song we've written—are you cool to listen to it, too? Since we're down here?" Alvin Jr. asked, placing the strap to his guitar back over his shoulder.
Brad nodded and the Twins smiled. As the two brothers got set up, once again testing their equipment, they motioned for Brad to sit back down. After introducing their song and explaining how it came to their inspiration, they began to start their song up through their vocals before they joined their guitars into the introduction.