For His Eyes Only

Part I

"Ugh! That sleaze absolutely disgusts me!" Brittany Miller exclaimed, rage coming deep from within her soul.

"What did Alvin do this time?" Simon Seville asked the outraged Chipette who, for some reason, was standing at his bedroom door.

"Well.. We were going to try and study together for once," she started, taking a couple strides into the room. "and on our way here some girls from Alvin's homeroom stopped us and talked him into going out for a bite to eat. He told me to wait up for him here…"

"And then?" Simon asked routinely, waiting for the punch line, picking up some beakers and a Bunsen burner.

"They walked away and one of those… those hussies kissed him on the cheek!"

Simon cocked his eyebrow. "Aaand?"

"Then he turned and kissed her back… on the mouth!" Brittany grabbed Simon by the collar and shook him. "ON THE MOUTH!"

"Okay… I get it! Calm down!" Simon pleaded, desperately trying to hold onto his fragile equipment. She let go and he unruffled his shirt with a free hand and pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Why would you be upset over something like that anyways?" He asked earnestly.

"I'm supposed to have a study partner and now because of those girls, I don't have one!"

Simon knew she wasn't telling the whole truth, not studying was the least of her worries. She was just like Alvin–– she could care less. But he would not press the subject of her relationship with his older brother anymore, he didn't need busted up lab equipment. In all good conscience, though, he couldn't leave her hanging like this… He didn't know why, but for some reason he knew he was going to regret what he was about to say.

"Hmm… Since we don't know when Alvin will be back, I can help you."

"You'd do that? But, don't you have all that sciency stuff to do?"

"What, all this?" Simon looked into his arms, indicating his materials. "Don't worry about that, I can multi-task. This way." He extended his arm and followed her out the door.

They walked down the stairs and on the first floor bumped into Theodore, who was headed to the kitchen. Simon asked him to tell Alvin that Brittany would be down in the lab studying with himself. Theodore happily agreed and let the two continue to Simon's quarters.

The first thing the Chipette noticed about this room was how clean it was compared to all the others. Yes, Dave did a good job keeping up with the place throughout the day, but it still wasn't perfect for long with three kids running around all day–– well, two anyways. From the looks of his lab space along with his third of their room, Simon could be trusted to behave… for the most part. He had a stubborn streak as bad as Alvin's, even though he'd never admit to it. Simon also could be quite mischievous, she'd seen on a number of occasions over her childhood years, but it was that 'almost-too-quiet-and-brainy' shell he kept all that other stuff–– those 'Alvin things'–– away. It was deceiving; those two were really alike.

"–ttany… Helloooo." Simon's hand waved closely in front of the girl's face.

She stepped back and blinked, her train of thought broken. "Geez.. I'm fine." Her tone came out rather too bitchy, Brittany thought immediately after.

"Oh, my bad." The Chipmunk retorted, rolling his eyes as he turned back and continued on to his lab space. He put everything in the necessary places. Everything lined up evenly and orderly. Brittany kept her place on the third bottom step.

"I'm just still angry–– with Alvin, I mean." Simon chuckled under his breath at her comment. "What's so funny about that?"

You and Alvin are so very much alike it's scary." She now bored a surprised (with a hint of insulted) expression. "I mean, right there, what you just said… Alvin almost never apologizes, but finds a way to make a statement to defend himself instead."

"You're comparing me with him?"

"That's exactly what he said when I told him the same thing. 'You're comparing me with her?'" Simon walked over to Brittany and took her school book for her and led the way over to two chairs sitting amongst the chemistry equipment.

"You know," Brittany replied, taking a seat alongside Simon, "that's what I was thinking about just now on the stairs."

"What? You and him?"

"No… Alvin and you."

"Alvin and myself?" Simon again cocked his eyebrow. "No, no, no, no… He and I are nothing alike."

"Getting defensive too?" Brittany smiled–– a little to evilly for Simon's taste. "You know if he were taller, smarter, and quiet–– not out in the spotlight–– you'd be one and the same." She noticed his eyes darting uncomfortably. "You two would make such a cyuute couple." Brittany teased and ruffled his hair.

"Yeah, well gay, incestuous marriage isn't exactly legal here… darn." Simon stated flatly, adjust his glasses. "Alright, let's get started." He opened to the page in her textbook with the loose leaf notebook papers sticking out. Brittany, who was more quiet than normal, Simon thought, casually took in all the details of an area that was typically off limits while he thumbed through the topic pages.