A little one-shot, potentially a two-shot if there is enough demand that I continue with where this story leaves off. For now, please just enjoy this story and be sure to tell me what you think and if I should continue it. There is already a start for where this left off and I will finish it and post it if enough people ask me to.

-TrueAlvonFan19

"I can't believe you would do something like that," Alvin snapped at his younger brother, eyes narrowed. Of course, the younger refused to be yelled at.

Simon folded his arms over his chest and met his brother's glare head-on. "You're the one who blames me for everything you get into trouble for!"

"Well, what kind of brother just goes around and lets their own brother get in trouble!" Alvin shouted back at his brother. Before Simon could answer, Alvin jabbed him in the chest while saying, "None, that's what kind! Any real brother would defend their brother no matter who's against him! And so lies the new fact, you're no brother of mine!"

To say Simon was shocked was an understatement. His previously folded arms fell to his sides and his mouth hung open, gray eyes wide. Alvin shoved his former brother to the side and stormed out of the room.

Simon shook his head and clenched his hands into fists. He refused to let Alvin get to him, refused to let those words affect him. If Alvin no longer wanted him as a brother, then so be it.

**Later that Day**

Theodore helped Simon with his transition from their old room into the guest room, carrying his brother's blanket and pillow. "Simon," Theodore began softly, handing the items to the owner. "Are you sure this has nothing to do with yours and Alvin's fight earlier?"

No one knew, aside from the two oldest of the three, what the fight had been about. And they were both planning to keep it that way. Simon hoped it was just like one of their old fights and in a little while they'd move on, but try as he might; the words had hurt him immensely.

Getting back to his baby brother's question, Simon forced a smile onto his face as he spread the blanket onto the guest bed, claiming it as his for the time being. He didn't know how to answer.

"Some time apart may cause less arguing, don't you think?"

Theodore shrugged not sure himself. "I just don't understand why you guys argue so much." Simon was tired of thinking about the brother he was disowned from and so asked Theodore to get the rest of his books from the bookshelf in his old room.

Alvin watched Theodore go from the guest room and into their room. Curious, he followed his baby brother and immediately took notice to the lack of Simon's stuff. "What's going on?" he asked, watching his brother grab the last of Simon's books and walk out of the room. Alvin followed.

Simon grabbed the books from his brother and upon seeing his former older brother, promptly dropped them. "Uh uh!" Simon exclaimed, one hand on his side and the other pointing at Alvin. "Out!" Alvin glared, stubbornly staying in the room just because he knew Simon didn't want him there. Simon's anger and hurt at Alvin reached its peak and he shouted, "Get out! Get out now!"

Both Alvin and Theodore scurried out of the room, shocked at the normally reserved chipmunk's sudden outburst. The door was immediately slammed behind them.

Sad green eyes looked to Alvin before sighing and going downstairs. Alvin looked at the guest bedroom door, now holding Simon and all his stuff. He simply glared and stuck his tongue out at his former brother's new room. He folded his arms and went into his room, slamming the door in retaliation to Simon's.

Simon angrily jammed his books into their new shelves, his body trembling with rage and hurt. Grabbing another book, he stopped and looked down at it, noticing the way his hands and arms shook with anger. He tried to calm himself, but upon hearing the door to his old room slam, he growled and threw the book at the wall.

He was so mad right now he couldn't concentrate, but when he felt tears threatening to fill his eyes, he forced them away. He took his glass off and rubbed angrily at his eyes, ensuring no tears came back. He replaced his glasses and looked around the room. All he had to do was finish shelving his books and everything would be done. He sighed and sat on his bed before lying on his side and closing his eyes.

**Next Day**

Things between the former brothers didn't get better. Their determination to avoid one another completely only made things worse when that goal couldn't be accomplished. When Dave had instructed the feuding older siblings to stay in Simon's new room and work things out, it caused a large fight when Alvin sat on his former brother's bed. Simon resolved it by harshly pushing his brother out of the room and slamming the door in his face.

Alvin let out an annoyed yell and kicked the offending door repeatedly, hoping to provoke his former brother to come out so he could receive the same treatment. It was then Dave sent him to his own room.

While his older children resided in their rooms, Dave and Theodore were making something to eat. "I think I'll go to see Eleanor for a little while. I don't like being here when Alvin and Simon fight," Theodore announced. Dave nodded in understanding.

"I have to go to work soon. I'll let them know too," Dave said. Theodore nodded, grabbed his lunch and headed out to see Eleanor. Dave sighed as he bagged his lunch and headed upstairs, telling his older children he was leaving, to not kill one another, and that Theodore was out. When he was assured the house would still be standing and that they wouldn't kill each other, Dave headed off to work.

**Noon**

Unfortunately for the former brothers, their hunger hit at the same time, and so they left their rooms in sync with one another. They avoided each other like the plague, acting as though they were alone.

Simon tried to ignore Alvin's presence but his brother's words bounced around in his mind and made him feel the threatening tears resurface to his gray eyes. He shook his head and backed up, rubbing at his eyes in annoyance. His backing up action caused him to bump into Alvin, who glared at him.

"Watch it, Clumsy!" Alvin snapped and pushed Simon back towards the counter. Simon caught the counter with his hands before anything else collided with the counter and whirled around, facing Alvin.

"What are you trying to do, kill me?" Simon demanded. Alvin put the back of his hands on his sides and rolled his eyes.

"I promised Dave I wouldn't," he replied. Simon's glare deepened and Alvin saw this. "Don't give me that look. You pushed me first."

"I bumped into you, I didn't push! It's your fault for being in my way," Simon retorted. Alvin folded his arms over his chest.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been crying, and then you would have seen me sooner," Alvin stated.

"I wasn't crying!" Simon shouted, immediately defensive. Alvin arched an eyebrow at the tone and he smirked. Simon huffed and turned, going back to making his lunch.

"So, what were you crying about?" Alvin pressed, doing the same. He watched Simon tense up out of the corner of his eye and chuckled.

Simon told himself to just ignore his brother, he wasn't worth it. Besides, he didn't want Alvin to know how hurt he still was by the harsh words he had said to him that started all of this.

When Alvin realized there was no response forthcoming he scowled and finished making his sandwich, and then headed upstairs.

Simon put the lid on the strawberry jelly jar and put it away, along with the peanut butter. He grabbed his lunch and made for his room as well.

This was going to be a long day…

**Mid-Afternoon**

Alvin was playing catch by himself when a thought occurred to him. Simon never denied he had been crying the second time around. Alvin didn't know why this thought came so late, but he was genuinely curious. Had his brother really been crying? And if so, why? Wait…he just called Simon his brother again… Alvin shook his head and left his room and went over to Simon's. He did something new and actually knocked on the closed door.

Simon knew who it was and immediately told Alvin to go away. To this, Alvin knocked again. Simon repeated the same demand and this time, Alvin came inside.

Simon slammed his book shut and glared death at the intruder. "Do you not know what 'go away' means?"

"Clearly not," Alvin said, eying his brother's bed before getting on it with obvious caution. Simon glared heatedly at his brother. "I actually came to talk to you, Simon."

Simon didn't let his guard down, but he did motion for Alvin to continue.

Alvin let out a breath, his body relaxing a bit. "When I mentioned you crying the second time, you didn't deny it." Simon let out a slow, annoyed breath. "Were you really crying?"

"You came in here to ask me something like that? Be careful Alvin, I might start thinking you actually care," Simon said with heavy sarcasm. Alvin huffed and folded his arms over his chest.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" Alvin asked, in a low tone, staring angrily into his brother's eyes.

"I suggest you get out of my room now," Simon said. Alvin didn't budge.

"Not until you answer my question," Alvin countered. Simon rolled his eyes.

"Since it's so important, I'll tell you. I was trying not to cry," Simon said and immediately bit his lip, blushing. Why had he said that? That would lead Alvin into asking more questions!

Alvin noted his brother's reaction after answering his question and it did pique his curiosity, but he thought against pressing for more answers. At least for now. There were questions forming in his head and he knew of at least one that he was certain Simon expected from him. He felt he should ask.

"Why?"

Damn! Simon knew Alvin was going to ask him that. He needed to figure out how he was going to go about answering the damned question. There were many reasons he could give, but he found he wanted Alvin to know how he felt about what he had said yesterday.

No, he wasn't ready for that. Simon climbed off his bed, going over to his shelf and putting the book away. He was racking his brain for a good lie, any kind of lie that Alvin would buy, but none came to mind.

Stalling, he pulled out another book and flipped through it absently before a hand covered the page he had landed on. He looked over at Alvin, who was watching him intently, but with softness in his eyes.

"Come on Simon, you can tell me," Alvin said gently, pushing the book closed in his brother's hands. Simon sighed and put the book back and faced his older sibling.

Simon played the words he wanted to say in his mind and just thinking them made him almost cry. He shook his head and bypassed his brother, getting back onto his bed and staring at his blanket.

Alvin followed suit behind him and sat in front of him. He said nothing though, because he knew his brother would speak up soon. Truthfully, Alvin had a feeling he knew what was on his brother's mind, but he wanted to hear Simon talk about it.

Try as he might, Simon couldn't bring himself to say anything. He didn't want to get emotional in front of Alvin. He hasn't had time to do so with just himself. He shifted his eyes a bit and then looked at Alvin. Their eyes immediately locked and Simon sighed. If he was going to have some chance at speaking his mind, he was going to have to do it without looking at Alvin.

This is the most patience Alvin knew he had ever displayed. Simon's silence was growing and Alvin knew if he didn't encourage his brother to talk to him, he would shut down completely.

"Simon," he whispered softly. Simon looked over at his brother. "You can talk to me. No matter what we fight about or say to each other, I'm always here for you. You'll always be my younger brother. And I'll always be your older one."

Simon's breath caught and he was shocked speechless. Did Alvin somehow know that that was what was bothering him? He had said all the right things he needed to hear and he hadn't even said what had been on his mind.

All Simon could manage was a shocked, "H-How did you know?" To this, Alvin tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Know what?" he asked. Simon let out a breath. So he didn't know. Maybe he could just leave it at that. Besides, what difference would it make now if he told Alvin?

"Never mind," Simon said and smiled. "Thank you Alvin. That was all I needed to hear."

He's hiding something, Alvin immediately caught on. But he decided to let it slide. He knew what he had said, and it didn't explain at all why Simon had been about to say. Unless… Alvin's eyes widened slightly as he realized what Simon hadn't said.

Simon swallowed inaudibly when he saw Alvin's eyes widened.

Alvin replayed the words he had said to Simon yesterday that started everything that had taken place between them since then. Of course! Alvin could only imagine how hurt his brother was with the words he had said to him! How could he have been so stupid to not consider it as something bothering Simon?

"Simon…"

No. Simon was not going to explain how he felt when Alvin had said what he had said. It was over now. Alvin made up for it by saying what he just said a moment ago. He just wanted to forget it now. Forget the hurt and the anger, forget the words and the anger in Alvin's voice, and forget the finality that he had said them with. He wanted to forget everything.

"Please Alvin," Simon said softly, shaking his head slowly. "Just drop it. It's done now. I'm not bothered by it anymore."

Alvin furrowed his eyebrows and then said, "Yes, you are. Since you don't want to talk about it, you're still bothered by it. We need to discuss it, Simon."

"Why? You already made up for it by saying what you said earlier." Alvin huffed and sat up straighter.

"I know I hurt you, Simon. I know what I said was completely uncalled for. Now just tell me how you felt so we can get some real closure," Alvin said gently. Simon felt his eyes starting to gloss over and he quickly blinked the tears away, averting his gaze to the wall.

He knew he needed to express his thoughts and feelings about that moment, but he just didn't want to. Why couldn't he just accept what Alvin said to him and move on? Because I have things I need clarified…things I need Alvin to know… He sighed.

Alvin watched his brother carefully, seeing the sadness on his face. He knew he hurt his brother, but he didn't think it was so much.

Finally, Simon spoke up in a soft voice, "M-maybe I am a bad brother…" That one sentence made his gray eyes flood with tears and he lowered his head so he could hide them. Alvin's eyes widened at the statement.

Simon? A bad brother? Never!

Simon continued in the soft tone, "I mean, what kind of brother am I, if all I do is argue with you and get on your case whenever I think you're doing something wrong?"

I don't know Simon, Alvin thought sarcastically. A good, smart one?

The pattern of his blanket was completely blurred over as Simon stared through the tears in his eyes. He was a bad brother. He always had been. It took twelve years and that one argument yesterday for him to finally realize it.

I swear, if Simon thinks he's a bad brother then I'm going to hit him, Alvin thought in annoyance.

Simon felt a few tears roll down his cheeks and he closed his eyes, hoping to keep the rest of them in. The silence told Alvin Simon wasn't going to say anymore, and he really wanted him to look at him. He scooted closer to his brother and put his hand on his cheek, noting the wetness there, and tilted his head up.

Simon's eyes reflexively opened and Alvin was momentarily taken aback by the glistening brightness that illuminated his brother's gray eyes.

So much for not being emotional in front of Alvin…

"Look at me," Alvin said and lowered his hand. "You're not a bad brother, Simon. Those things you mentioned only make you that much of a great brother. I only said what I said because I was mad."

Simon shook his head. "Yeah, because I got you into trouble. I always get you into trouble." Alvin let out a breath, urging his patience to stay with him.

"I get myself into trouble, Simon. You do what you do to prevent me from getting into more trouble by saying something to someone sooner. If you don't do that, I'd be in worse situations than I normally am," Alvin reassured.

Simon bit his lip as fresh tears filled his eyes. Alvin reached up and removed his brother's glasses for him, setting them aside. Simon wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand while saying, "I want to be a good brother for you. I want to be your best friend. I want you to come to me when you have a problem. But I'm a bad brother an-and..." Simon trailed off, his tears causing his voice to hiccup slightly.

Alvin felt his own eyes fill with tears. How could that one argument cause so much hurt for his brother? Maybe it had always been there, but he made it come to the surface sooner.

"…I…" Simon continued once he found his voice. "I just want to be your brother… Why would you do that Alvin?" The question caught Alvin off guard. "Why would you disown me?" So that was it. Alvin mentally hit himself as he recalled what he had said yesterday.

You're no brother of mine! The words bounced around in his head before he shook it and watched Simon lower his arm. "Simon," he whispered, reaching out and wiping away some of his tears. How could he explain to his brother that he hadn't meant it? It had clearly done some damage to him.

"I-I mean, I know I can be a killjoy," Simon continued. Alvin was getting tired of hearing his brother talk down on himself very fast.

"Simon."

"I was always known as the responsible one…"

"Simon."

"But I-"

"Simon!" Alvin snapped, causing Simon to fall silent. "Stop talking bad about yourself already. There's nothing wrong with you, ok?"

Simon let out a breath and looked away from his brother.

"You're not a bad brother," Alvin said. He covered Simon's mouth with his hand when his brother chose to argue against his statement. "No. It's my turn to talk." At Simon's nod, Alvin lowered his hand. "First off, let me say that I love Theodore very much." Simon nodded once more. "But I have to say, you are my favorite brother."

Simon's eyes widened at the statement. It was also at this moment he remembered he wasn't wearing his glasses and put them back on.

"It's so much fun when we argue," Alvin said with a light smile. "We can argue about the smallest things, and it's never a dull moment between us, you know?" Simon nodded slowly, still in a bit of shock. He was right. "You're kind of like…" He trailed off, searching for the right words to use. "..Kind of like my other half."

"Other half?" Simon wondered aloud. Alvin smiled when he saw a pink tint fill his brother's cheeks. The statement 'other half' was pretty broad. He knew he had to narrow it down, but he waited, simply enjoying the sight of his brother all flustered and shy.

"Yeah," he said. "Like the Yin to my Yang. The water to my fire. The moon to my star." As he said these examples, Simon's blush deepened further and he smirked. "Like my twin," Alvin summed up.

"But, we're triplets Alvin," Simon corrected. Alvin nodded.

"I know Simon, but you and I are pretty close together by age. You're ten minutes older than Theodore and I'm fifteen minutes older than him. But there's only five minutes between you and me." Simon seemed to accept the information, looking thoughtful. "What I'm saying is," Alvin began, getting Simon's attention. "Is that I'm glad you're the way you are, because if you weren't, well…you get what I mean right?"

"I understand Alvin," Simon said with a small smile. Never would he have imagined Alvin saw him as his twin, or his favorite brother. They were exact opposites, and now he realized that that was how they were meant to be, it was how they functioned. "So we fight all the time because it's the way we function?"

Alvin thought about it some more and said the first thing that came to mind. "Sounds kinda like lover's quarrels to me." Again, Simon blushed.

"Why would it seem like that, Alvin?" he asked. Alvin smirked at him.

"Well, you are kinda cute, Simon. Don't you think so?" Alvin chuckled when Simon's cheeks turned bright red.

"I-It's not right for siblings, brothers no less, to want that kind of relationship," Simon stammered. Alvin scooted closer to his brother.

"You want that?" Alvin asked softly, making Simon shiver and scoot back a bit.

"N-No?" Simon whispered and cursed mentally at the questioning tone he had answered with. It was supposed to be a clear solid statement, not unsure. Alvin caught on to the tone and he grinned.

"It's ok if you do, Simon," Alvin said, cupping his brother's jaw and tilting his head up so their lips were close to meeting.

Simon's mind was racing, his heart erratic. He didn't have the time to come to terms with this spontaneous change between them. "A-Alvin…"

Blue eyes locked onto gray ones. Alvin was waiting for his brother to decide.

Simon was confused and panicky, but he knew if he didn't want it, his heart wouldn't be racing, his cheeks wouldn't be burning with a hot blush, and he wouldn't find Alvin's slightly parted lips alluring and tempting.

And so it was decided. Shifting slightly, Simon leaned in and placed a chaste, hesitant kiss onto his brother's lips, pulling back quickly at the shock he felt.

Alvin blinked as well, the shock leaving a tingling feeling on his lips. He licked them experimentally and despite the brief contact of his brother's lips, Alvin could still taste him there.

Their eyes locked again, and there was a mutual unspoken agreement that they wanted to try that again.
This time, knowing how shy and uncertain his brother can be, Alvin took initiative and leaned in. He watched Simon blush and smiled before closing his eyes and pressing their lips together in a more firm and prolonged kiss. The shock ran through their bodies and caused both to let out a soft moan. Simon kissed back, pushing back against his brother's lips.

A shiver ran through Simon's body and woke up his lax member when Alvin probed and prodded his lips with something moist and soft. He obliged, parting his lips and letting his brother's tongue in. His back arched slightly as he tried to get more of his brother, gripping his brother's upper arms and pulling him closer.

Alvin smiled into the kiss before he began searching his brother's mouth, tasting every inch of it. He coaxed Simon to reciprocate the action and they found themselves fighting for dominance.

The more heated their kiss became, the more Simon could feel himself becoming aroused. Kissing your brother was one thing, but he wasn't sure if he should be getting turned on by it. He shifted slightly, but a hand on his thigh stopped the movement and caused him to gasp in surprise.

Alvin slowly pulled back from the kiss and opened his eyes half way, immediately locking their eyes together.

Yes I did indeed just leave it there and like stated above, if enough poeple ask me to continue this, with the ever obvious hints at a potential sex scene, I will do so to finish it in another chapter. For now please just review and be sure to let me know. Thanks!