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BrittanySeville18

"Brittany, what's wrong?" Eleanor asked, watching Brittany hug a bear to her chest. She was sitting on her bed. She'd been this way for the last few days. And it was really starting to worry everyone, except Alvin, who showed no concern towards Brittany's change in attitude.

The eight year old Chipette remained silent. Jeanette came into their bedroom, closing the door gently. "Hey Brittany." She said gently, sitting next to Eleanor on Brittany's bed. Brittany didn't respond. "Nothing still, Eleanor?" Jeanette asked her. Eleanor shook her head and looked at Jeanette with worry.

"Miss Miller doesn't want her to miss anymore school. So she has to go back tomorrow." Eleanor told Jeanette. They looked at Brittany and saw that the one change in her appearance was the tears that filled her eyes. "Oh, Brittany..." They both sat next to her and held her close.

"Alvin, how can you not be worried about Brittany?" Theodore asked the capped chipmunk. He was sitting on his bed, reading a comic book.

"It's just like her to be so dramatic, Theodore. No one even knows what's wrong with her. Even if there really is something wrong." He replied, turning the page of his comic book. Theodore looked over at Simon, but he merely shrugged and rolled his eyes at Alvin.

"Well I'm worried, you guys. Has she ever been like this for so long before?" He asked. Alvin let out a breath and looked at Theodore.

"She loves to act, Theodore. This is probably just some stupid practice technique." Alvin replied. He caught the eye rolling and head shaking of Simon's annoyance. "Well, do you have a better idea, Mr. Einstein?" Alvin demanded.

"Actually, I do." He replied, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and closing his book. Alvin folded his arms, while Theodore watched his brothers in silence. "I think there is something wrong with her. Miss Miller, Jeanette, Eleanor, Dave, me and Theodore are all worried about her."

"And your point is?" Alvin asked in a bored tone. Simon bit back a remark and let out a breath.

"My point is, is that you should really stop being so simple minded and ignorant. And actually consider the fact that there is something bothering Brittany." Simon retorted. Alvin rolled his eyes. He picked up his comic and continued reading it.

"I'm going to call Eleanor and see if she managed to get Brittany to say anything yet." Theodore said and left their room.

"She hasn't been talking?" Alvin asked, looking at Simon. Simon nodded, not looking away from his book.

"Eleanor considers herself lucky that she gets any food into her lately. She never leaves the room. Jeanette says Miss Miller is making her come back to school tomorrow." Simon said, turning the page of his book. Alvin looked at his comic book and closed it, losing interest in it. "Are you worried?" Simon asked, looking at Alvin. Alvin opened his mouth to respond, but he closed it back and left their room.

"Brittany," Jeanette said gently, going over to her sister's bed. "Alvin's here. He wants to see you." Brittany looked over at Jeanette. "Do you want to see him?" Jeanette asked. Brittany didn't reply just yet. She gave a faint nod of her head and climbed slowly out of her bed. She made no stops to any mirrors, and any reflections of herself were ignored. She opened the front door slowly, seeing the red clad chipmunk's back to her.

Hearing the door open, Alvin turned and saw a form of Brittany he never seen before. Her hair was dull and lifeless and was down. Her eyes were dark and unreadable. Her clothes weren't pink, but gray pants and a white tank top. She looked, to his relief, at least like she was eating. He let out a breath as he took in this version of Brittany. "Hey..." He managed to get out. She only blinked in response. "Can you come out?" She came out and closed the door. She can understand me...She looks so fragile and vulnerable...Alvin thought as they sat on the front step.

There was silence. Brittany looked over at Alvin, wondering what was going on in his head. She grabbed her hair, it was a tangled mess. And these clothes...she didn't even know why she was wearing them. God, she was a mess. She didn't think about how she looked until now. She couldn't believe she let Alvin see her like this! What was she thinking?! She stood suddenly, catching Alvin's attention. She intended to go inside, but he quickly grabbed her wrist.

'She was yanked roughly by his strong grip. She hit him with her free hand, but it did no good. She may as well be hitting a wall.'

She let out a breath and fell to her knees, pulling her wrist out of Alvin's hand and hid her face in her hands. Alvin sat next to her, not expecting her to react like this. He sat so close to her, she could feel the fabric of his shirt on her exposed arm. The next thing she felt was his hand on her hair. No! No! Don't touch me, Alvin! Had she any room, she would have moved away. But she was leaning on the door.

Alvin gently cleared her hair of the tangles with his fingers. They weren't as bad as they looked. Once they were gone, he ran his fingers through her hair easily. It still had it's softness. He felt her relax, and hadn't known she had been so tensed up. He moved his hand from her hair and wrapped it around her shoulder, gently guiding her against him. She panicked and quickly pushed herself away. She stood and hurried inside, closing the door. Alvin blinked, caught off guard completely. He lowered his hand and stood up. He let out a breath and went back home, thinking over what had just happened.

Brittany leaned against the door and heard him stand. After a few seconds, she heard him leave. She slid to the floor and let out her tears. She hugged her knees to her chest and cried silently. Eleanor soon came in and found her there. She sat by her and comforted her.