Hey people!

So for those worried about Spring 3, let me just address that (skip paragraph if already read or this doesn't mean anything to you haha): I'm out of ideas for that book to continue, I'm not sure why, the inspiration is just not happening, I guess... I'm not going to say "I give up" because I'm fairly sure that I'll come back to it one day, but for now I'm sorry to say I don't have a clue when I'll continue it.

In saying that, it's taken me a while to figure out if I wanted to do this or not, but I think I do, so - I write like crazy, guys, like all the time, there is not a minute going by where there isn't a Word document open on my laptop with an Alvon story in progress. There are over 200 stories on my laptop, none of which are completed, but a lot of them I'm willing to share with you guys... so I was encouraged by SawyerSeville to just post some. None of them will be complete, but some will have decent chapter lengths and story progressions, and I just really wanted you guys to know that I'm dedicated to writing, it's literally a matter of which story I'm inspired to write, or start writing.

So, this is one of several stories I'll be posting over today and tomorrow, one with a couple chapters, too. It's a slight alternate-universe, other than that, it's 80's styled and rated M ONLY because of the incest thing. There's no sex in this just yet.

Anyways, here's hoping it's not too awkward!

(C) Bagdasarian Productions

Enjoy!

Dave felt so conflicted, as he kneeled down to say his last goodbye to the six-year-old tyke, his wide sapphire eyes would never be forgotten, the way he hung on to that red cap would remain a fond memory, and something that pained the adult to know he wouldn't see again, at least not for a very long time.

'Be good to Marsha, Alvin.' Dave said in a reluctant tone. 'Do as she says… always do your best… and never let go of your confidence…' He brought the young hybrid boy into a hug, trying to stop feeling so ashamed to have to give him up.

'This is a real goodbye, isn't it..?' Alvin murmured, clinging tighter to someone he had hoped would eventually become a proper father for him.

Dave nodded against Alvin's shoulder. 'I just don't know what else to do…'

Alvin's eyes were built up in tears immediately. This is my fault… he thought in shame and guilt, burying his face into Dave's shirt. 'I'm sorry… I did try… I just can't help it…' he choked a sob.

'Shh, I know,' Dave promised, rubbing the young boy's back. 'I'm sorry, too… I want you to be happy, but…' he sighed and closed his eyes. 'You're in human society now… and I know that wasn't your choice… but that's just the way it is…'

'I'm g-gonna m-miss you…' Alvin whimpered.

Dave could only nod and hold Alvin firmly. He strained to convince himself that this wasn't as upsetting as it was. He had tried, after all.

It started almost as soon as the young chipmunks were discovered on Dave's doorstep. After the whole issue with the landlord not allowing "pets", and Sy (Dave's manager) hearing the boys' singing "Witch Doctor" and giving him a much larger salary; the four could settle down and become a real family.

But two days after all this commotion, Dave had brought Roxanne back for a second lunch date in the newly refurbished house. When Dave had gone to check on his boys, he found something quite disturbing happening between the eldest two toddlers. At first he'd passed it off as a family kiss – he didn't know how their mother had raised them up until that point, after all – but the way they held each other was disturbing to any civilised human.

When Dave saw it happening again every next few days, he knew he needed to tell someone about it, to gain advice.

Before he could go to a professional, the boys' kindergarten teacher had come to Dave expressing her worry about the same problem. Dave was embarrassed, of course, but the teacher insisted it had only happened once. When she learned Dave's continual worry, she offered to help, admitting her – however brief – training in child psychology.

She suggested keeping the two apart for a while, and Dave tried doing it himself, but it proved impossible. Soon, he got quite desperate and asked the teacher to take Alvin in, for a month maximum, and he would be returned at the end of the month.

It didn't work.

They tried for two months, with still no progress.

Dave had moved house, now, to Castillo Avenue, and Alvin was spending more time with his previous kindergarten teacher, Marsha, than he was at home, but it still didn't make any difference. When Alvin and Simon were five, they started to understand Dave's distress. When Alvin would return, the two would try and could-shoulder each other, throw some insults, pretend to hate.

The attempts were poor, but Dave started to have faith in knowing the two were understanding that their actions – and evidently, feelings – were wrong.

The six-month period was meant to be the fail-safe. They had been stationary, three months away, three days with Dave, repeat.

Now that Alvin and Simon were six, their meeting after the six months was more optimistic than ever. They were civil and polite at first, mostly silent towards each other. When one felt tempted, they would start the insults. More temptation, more fighting. The cycle kept going on and on.

Dave couldn't stand the arguments. He eventually spoke up, chiding the shouting.

Low and behold, an hour or two later, the brothers were found kissing again. It seemed they'd only just began, because they kept uttering apologies between kisses before Dave broke them up with a single, disappointed call of their names.

And that was it. The final slip-up. The last chance.

Alvin wasn't even allowed to say goodbye to Simon, just ushered out with a hug to Theodore and allowed a long goodbye to Dave. Simon tried to reason with Dave, insisting they could try again, they could make it work, it might not be so bad – but for their own good, Dave couldn't risk it. He loved the boys too much to have something like this outcast them from society.

Soon after Alvin had finally let go of Dave, and Marsha helped him into her car for the final time to drive away from Castillo Avenue, Dave found a huge flaw in letting Alvin go.

By the next day, Dave was making a plan to continue the music career his boys had started. Of course, they couldn't hold concerts, and Simon and Theodore could never again know who the singer was at the forefront of the band… it seemed ridiculous and hopeless, but Dave was certain it would work.

You see, despite being there since birth, Simon and Theodore had barely seen Alvin their whole lives. The six-month period when Alvin was away was like a memory-wipe for a five-year-old going on six. Theodore was only four going on five. When Alvin came back, the three barely recognised the other.

Even Simon, who put it all down to a stubborn bond between he and Alvin which set off their feelings. In fact, seeing Alvin less and less had made him seem more like a distant relative than his twin. It made the urges he felt seem more okay.

Yet again, it was strangely easy for the youngsters to forget about Alvin. They were too old for kindergarten, now, so didn't see Marsha anymore to remind them. It seemed everything about Alvin was wiped from existence, as if he was an imaginary friend that the two kids had made up together, once.

On the other side of the city, Alvin found the opposite occurring. He missed his brothers like crazy. He didn't like being alone, and knowing he would always be alone. Marsha was wonderful, but she was busy and her friends remained mothers with very young kids, too young for a growing boy.

Alvin's only true delight occurred once a month, when Dave would bring him songs he could sing. Alvin wasn't allowed to talk about or ask about his brothers, but spending time with his good-natured and quirky old father-figure was something Alvin always looked forward to.

Especially since he got to hear Simon and Theodore's voices progressing and maturing over the years. Alvin made sure to make Dave proud each month, learning a vast variety of instruments and begging to be taught how to write music.

When Alvin was eight, Dave bought him his own guitar. When he was nine, Dave bought him a mic and recording software. When he was ten, Alvin received notation software. Soon enough, the young boy – along with Marsha's continual support – could work on his own songs while he waited for Dave to see him each month.

Sometimes twice a month, but Alvin knew that wasn't for business purposes – it wasn't even to see him. It was glaringly obvious to Alvin that Dave was attracted to Marsha. The young boy giggled to himself whenever Dave would say something remotely cheesy hinting the affection, and Marsha wouldn't pick up on the terrible flirting attempt.

Alvin liked to think that Dave and Marsha would be married, one day, and then Alvin could see his little brothers again, the family would be reunited completely.

He fantasised about it, his most pleasant dreams were vivid with the longing that came with the thought of it.

Unfortunately, his dream ran into a dead-end.

After a few too many dates, both Dave and Marsha agreed it was for the best if they didn't keep seeing each other. They would jeopardise the whole point of the separation, and Alvin was horrified and disbelieving to know that they were thinking that way.

Soon enough, Alvin saw less and less of Dave. He was lucky if it was once every two months. New technology meant they could continue their career impersonally; Alvin's skills of writing music meant Dave wasn't constantly needing to feed him songs to sing. When an album was released, the wait was the longest. Alvin went by six months without hearing from Dave. He took up sports as a hobby to channel his boundless energy, immersed himself in every aspect of art that he could (although admitted defeat on painting), and generally learned to stop hoping that his life would go back to having a full family.

Random idea is random - it'll have the next chapter up sometime within the next few days (it's pre-written, I promise)

Thanks for reading!