Hola everyone! How's it going? Let's just go straight to the story, but first, the disclaimer.
I don't own any of the Chipmunks or Chipettes. I don't own Dave Seville or Miss Miller. I do own this story line. I do not own this song. Sara Bareilles owns this song. I do own Marcus.
King of Anything
Brittany's POV
I put on a fake smile as I my boyfriend, Marcus sat down in front of me. Marcus always acted like he was the boss of my life. He never let me do anything for myself. I didn't want to break up with him for some reason.
I went to take a sip of my coffee, but Marcus stopped me.
Marcus said, "Do you know how unhealthy caffeine is?"
I was about to answer, but Marcus cut me off, "No. You don't. You never think. You're not allowed to drink coffee again."
I gave him a small nod.
I had finished up with that stupid date with Marcus. Marcus had driven me home because I had wanted to drive myself home. He never let me do anything for myself.
As soon as I got home, I ran up to my room, crying hard. Why would Marcus doing all of this to me?
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I told myself what I usually do when I get this fed up with Marcus.
I whispered, "I am a amazing girl that Marcus doesn't deserve. He doesn't deserve my love."
I thought of something to get my frustration out. I grabbed my camera and placed it on my vanity table. I hit the 'record' button.
I stared at the camera and said, "This is for you, Marcus."
I started to sing a song I had wrote.
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Keep drinkin' coffee
Stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I'd say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet
And count the cars that pass by
I hadn't realized my sisters were watching from the door by now.
You've got opinions, man
We're all entitled to 'em
But I never asked
So let me thank you for time
And try to not waste any more of mine
Get out of here fast
I hate to break it to you babe
But I'm not drowning
There's no one here to save
I jumped up and started singing the chorus. I started clapping along with it.
Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
I swung my hips along with the beat.
You sound so innocent
All full of good intent
You swear you know best
But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
Ride off into your dellusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction oh
But you won't ever see
You're so busy makin' maps
With my name on them in all caps
You got the talkin' down just not the listening
I started to dance along with my song.
And who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
All my life
I've tried (tried)
To make everybody happy while I
Just hurt (hurt)
And hide
Waitin' for someone to tell me it's my turn
To decide
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Oh (oh oh oh)
Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died
And made you king of anything
Let me hold your crown, babe
Oh oh
Ah
I smirked at the camera and said, "Who made you the king of anything, Marcus?"
With that said, I ended recording my song.
A few days later, Marcus called me.
I picked up my phone at the sound of the familiar ringtone. I answered, "Yes?"
Marcus started yelling into the phone, "Why would you post this on the internet?"
I was confused, "Post what?"
"That video where you were singing that song! Billions of people have seen it and they're all hating on me because of you!"
I looked over to the door to my room. Jeanette and Eleanor were standing there, smirking. I immediately knew they had posted my video on the internet.
I slowly smirked then said into the phone, "You know what, Marcus? It's over." I hung up before he could respond.
I hugged my sisters tightly.
I heard my phone ringing. I rolled my eyes and said, "It's probably Marcus."
I picked up my phone and I was confused at the unknown number. I answered, "Hello?"
"Is this Brittany Miller?" I heard a voice ask.
"Um, yes, and if you don't mind my asking, who is this?" I asked.
The voice replied, "This is Mr. Jace, of Jace Records. Would you like to sign with us?"
My eyes became wide. I slowly replied, "Of coarse! Of coarse!"
I could tell he was smiling. "Good. I'll call later to set up a meeting date."
We hung up and I squealed.
I was on my way to start my new job. I decided to walk to work today for some strange reason. I was texting as I walked so I wasn't paying attention.
I suddenly ran face first into someone. I squeaked as I fell to the ground. The person who had rammed into me was still standing up.
"Why don't you watch where you're going!" I heard a male voice yell at me.
I looked up at him and froze. He was extremely handsome. He had honey colored eyes and russet colored hair. He had amazingly tanned skin.
He seemed frozen at the sight of me.
He stuttered, "S-Sorry." He quickly helped me to my feet.
"It's okay," I responded as I dusted myself off.
"Where are you heading?" he questioned me.
"To work," I responded.
He smiled. He said, "Let me walk you there."
I smiled and said, "Okay, thanks. I'm Brittany."
"I'm Alvin," he said as they walked off to Brittany's job.
This certainly wasn't the last time they saw each other.
Awwwww! So sweet! I have no idea how this came to mind, it just did. I think it might've came from me listening to the song earlier...Oh well!
no1nosme's out! Peace!
~no1nosme~
