Hey people!

So, this is yet another one of several stories I'll be posting over today and tomorrow, and I'm glad to say this is quite a long one so far, a really fun story I did when I felt a little out of inspiration with stories, thinking what I could do that was different, and then thinking I always kind of neglect Theodore when I write. I wanted to write an Alvon story through Theo's eyes, how he feels about his older brothers feeling that way (and NO, Theodore will never be involved in a sexual premise). So that was the inspiration.

This is the product! It went from being Theo's point of view, to switching between the boys. A letter should appear at a page break indicating Alvin, Simon or Theodore. Hope you like it, I'm quite fond of it :)

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Enjoy!

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Jolting awake for the third time that week, Theodore Seville looked around his room to make sure once again that the scream wasn't in here with him. If it wasn't so short-lived, he would have thought it was a banshee – it sounded so frightened.

He was glad it wasn't a banshee, because that would mean someone in the house was going to die.

But it wasn't, so…

Theodore closed his bright green eyes in attempt to calm his racing heartbeat down. He didn't care what it was – things waking him up in the dead hours of the mourning were both unwelcome and concerning. It wasn't natural. Things were meant to be quiet, now. Quiet. No screaming.

The youngest of the Seville boys sat up tiredly, a thought occurring to him.

It seemed the sound was coming from behind him, through the wall. Which was slightly unnerving, because that was where Alvin's bedroom was – and despite being the egotistical boy that Alvin was, Theodore valued him far too much to have anything happen to his big brother.

With this thought in mind, he decided he would go and see what the matter was. Even if there was none, he could at least expect some sort of comforting words from the red-clad boy.

Slowly, Theodore slid himself off the bed and gently sneaked across the room to the door, which he tried to remember quickly if it would squeak on opening. He hadn't been in his own room for long – in fact, it was probably only two months ago that the once-large bedroom was separated into three. And, of course, Theodore had been the one most against having his own room.

But, he supposed, Alvin and Simon were sixteen, now, and they probably needed their own spaces for once. Not to mention their fighting was getting worse by the day when the rooms were joined. The air seemed to thin out when the rooms split finally.

Theodore knew, however, that the fights were going to come back to that point. Sure, they didn't share a room anymore, but Simon's was right across the hall from Alvin's, and neither hesitated in yelling across this space to get their point across.

If anything, it was a great vocal warm-up for them both, shouting so long, raising the pitch, putting more and more emotion into the words.

Theodore didn't like that it was negative, but other than that, he tried to see the positive side.

But, man, did he hate it when they fought.

To him, their words struck so cruelly to whoever they were shouting at. Every time they argued, Theodore was afraid that the family was going to fall apart – the things that were said! The way they said them!

Simon shocked Theodore the most. Here was the most mature, civilised and orderly boy that anyone ever knew, but he was absolutely ruthless when he fought with Alvin. His words, that were used so poetically at school, were like lashes of a whip – from his biting sarcasm, to the cruel way he laughed at Alvin.

Theodore didn't understand how Alvin could take it. He wasn't even the one being yelled at, and he cringed and shied away every time, most of the time to go get Dave. If Dave wasn't home, he would try and intervene. If that seemed too far gone, he would race to Eleanor's to get away. His older brothers never really hurt each other physically, so he could retreat with a clear conscience.

Alvin would never strike Simon, and Simon's worst was when he tackled Alvin to the ground, which caused Alvin the "requirement" to fight back. There had been bruises, sometimes, but nothing major.

Theodore stood by that that meant the two really did care about each other, deep down. It was just their personalities that clashed.

See, despite not acting very much like it, Alvin was an excellent older brother. Theodore always counted on him to have his back. And Simon could probably say the same, however reluctantly.

Alvin wouldn't let anyone touch his brothers. When he was younger and cared more about his ego, then yes, he occasionally discarded the responsibility of being the eldest to get popular – but now, that hardly got in the way.

Theodore smiled on this thought as he continued silently out of his room and tried to squint to see Alvin's door. A few years ago, coming to Alvin when something scared Theodore would have been the mistake of the century. He was so glad that those years were gone.

Reaching a hand out to the wall, Theodore finally found Alvin's doorknob and slowly turned it. He pushed the door open and went inside, relieved to see Alvin's desk lamp on and the eldest slowly sitting up against his pillows.

His sapphire eyes shifted in alarm to Theodore's approaching figure before he relaxed and smiled slightly. 'Morning…' He said tiredly.

Theodore approached Alvin and stood beside his bed with a worried expression. 'Are you alright? I heard you scream a-and –'

'Scream..?' Alvin repeated with a raised brow. 'Theodore, Alvin Seville does not scream.' He stifled a yawn. 'I may have yelled a bit…'

'Well you've been… yelling, every night since Monday… and that's only this week.' Theodore said concernedly. 'You've been doing it at random for a month…'

Alvin shifted indigently. 'Yeah, well…' he pursed his lips. 'Bad dreams, I guess…'

Theodore rocked on his feet, still looking worried. 'They sound horrible…' he put in.

The eldest must have caught on to the hopeful tone. 'Sorry, Theo, but… but I can't tell you what they're about…' he smiled reassuringly. 'I'll get over them soon, I'm sure…'

'But…' the disappointment in those green eyes was astounding. 'They say you can stop having dreams if you tell people about them…' he offered.

Alvin tilted his head fondly. 'Trust me, Teddy, you don't need to know.' He insisted.

Trust me… Theodore caught onto those words with a mental frown and external amplification of worry. Whenever he says that… it's not good… and usually untrue… 'A-are you sure, Alvin..?'

'Mhm…' Alvin closed his eyes and rested his head against his headboard. 'Go back to sleep, Theo… I'm sorry I woke you…'

'Oh…' Theodore looked down. 'A-alright, then…' He glanced reluctantly at his tired older brother, who seemed to have slept with his cap on again, before Theodore decided to leave.

If it happened again, however… then Theodore would ask a little more urgently. He didn't want to hear Alvin in that much torture all the time – it wasn't right. Sleep was meant to be relaxing.

Okay so this sucks as a first chapter but bare with me - if I added the next section it would have been way too long. Next chapter will be up soon anyway :)