My imagination has run out of control again, leading to this story. Here's a bit of info...

Title: Love Story

Pairing: Alvin and Brittany (Alvinatty, Bralvin. Whatever you want to call it, but not Alvinittany, that's not the pairing name, guys. :( Really.)

Setting: 14th century, which is Medieval Times.

So, there's a bit of information about the story. Medieval Times is a weird way to set up a story, isn't it? But I wanted this story to be really unique from other stories, so I placed it in Medieval Times, not in modern time.

Anyway, there's no Alvin in the first few chapters. :( NO! MY LIFE IS OVER! Oh, well, he'll be in it soon enough, trust me! But there's plenty of Brittany and this is where you meet the Wilson family, the snobby jerks who have Brittany as a servant.

But don't worry, Brittany shows 'em who's boss! Boo ya! I really need to shut up. I really do.

So read on! Enjoy! Review! Fave! Follow! Community Lister! Whatever, just read! Make me shut up. I need to just keep my mouth shut.

"Faster, girl! Faster!" a rude woman's voice barked at the little peasant girl.

The peasant's name was Brittany Miller and she worked for a nasty family called the Wilsons. All she did was work when she was there. If Brittany was lucky, they would throw her a small slice of bread and a cup of dirty water, but it was better than nothing. The peasant girl scrubbed the floors quicker with the soapy dishrag.

"You're not gonna earn yer keep if ya keep on dawdlin'!" the woman's husband shouted at the girl.

Brittany nodded, not daring to talk back to them. The Wilsons were not a group to be messed with, they could tear you apart just by yanking your limbs! They weren't merciful but they were lazy and that's why they hired Brittany to do whatever they wanted her to do. Mind you, she didn't want this job but her sisters worked at the bakery and they told her that she needed to get a job so they could keep their house. Not that Brittany's house was much of anything, it was small and dirty and wasn't the type of house fit for a criminal. She had been immediately hired by Mr. Wilson when he saw her shouting out in the streets that she would work for 10 cents a day, as long as she got equal treatment. Mr. Wilson had promised her that he would do just that, but here the girl was, being treated like a lowlife and being paid 5 cents a day, hardly worth wasting money on.

"Yer not working properly!" Mr. Wilson screamed in her ear.

Brittany wiped the spittle off her cheek from Mr. Wilson's mouth and scrubbed the floor harder, not wanting to be yelled at even more. She waited until Mr. and Mrs. Wilson walked out of the room to wring her paws of the ice cold water and soap suds. This job was not worth the 35 cents a week.

"Hurry up!" Mrs. Wilson hollered, slapping Brittany upside the head.

Tears stung in the back of Brittany's eyes, stinging hot tears threatening to spill over. She sniffed and tried her hardest not to cry as she cleaned the wooden floors, squeezing the dishrag water into the bucket and continuing the cleaning. Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Wilson were both pudgy, rude people with ferocious tempers, which their firey red hair suggested. They had piercing blue eyes and the hardest slaps imaginable. Brittany had never liked those two adults, even after all 5 years of working for them.

Suddenly, the Wilson kids ran into the kitchen, tracking mud all over the cleaned floor with their dirty boots. They laughed and pointed at the dirty Brittany who had been covered in dust from dusting the furniture earlier.

"I just cleaned the floor!" Brittany moaned, running her fingers through her frizzy hair.

"Uh huh. Whatcha gonna do about it?" the oldest kid sneered, peeling off the rubbery sole of the boot and tossing it at Brittany's face.

As the muddy boot sole smacked Brittany's face, leaving chunky dirt and slimy residue all over her face, the Wilson kids merely chortled with laughter, pointing. Brittany's horrid temper fumed inside of her. She glared at the wretched Wilson kids forcefully but they took no notice. All her hatred towards them boiled inside of her, she wanted to lash out and scratch them and do terrible things to hurt them, but she needed this job. Brittany could not afford to lose this job, no matter how abusive it was.

"You better hope I don't tell your parents about this," Brittany mumbled, flicking the sole off of her apron.

"Oh really? You want us to do more damage?" the oldest growled, picking up the bucket full of soap and dirt water. "Cause we beg to differ, kid."

Brittany's eyes widened but they quickly closed when all 3 kids poured the bucket's contents onto her head. All the kids began giggling and pointing again, chanting 'Dirty Baby! Dirty Baby!' over and over. Brittany's fists clenched, she couldn't contain it any longer, but she had to stay strong.

"You're devils, you are," Brittany grumbled, her eyes full of tears. "Wee devils."

The oldest child was Jeremy Wilson, with hair as red as his parents' and the same dark blue eyes, except he was short for his age, which was 13. There was also Rita Wilson, red hair and green eyes and she had the same devious smirk as Jeremy. The youngest was Alexa Wilson, looking an awful lot like her father. They weren't chipmunks, mind you. Brittany however, was. She was soaked head to tail in the bucket's contents even though the Wilson devils were just aiming for her head.

"You little freaks," Brittany muttered under her breath so that they couldn't hear her. "Freakish creepers."

"BACK TO WORK, YOU BITCH!" Jeremy screeched, slapping Brittany's face.

That's when Brittany snapped. She gripped Jeremy's wrists and she sat so that her knees were placed overtop of Jeremy's feet so he couldn't move. Rita and Alexa watched in terror and shock, their eyes widened. Brittany just stared into Jeremy's eyes for a second, sick of his crap he was pulling with her.

"You know what?" Brittany growled, still staring him down. "You can do whatever you want to me, but you never call me what you did. Ever."

Jeremy's wrists turned white and his face filled with terror. He looked from Brittany to his wrists but back to Brittany, impatient for her to release her grip.

"MOM! DAD! THE SERVANT IS ABOUT TO STAB ME! HURRY!" Jeremy screamed, faking entirely.

When he said that, Brittany dropped him quickly, trying to pull her own innocent act. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson ran into the room, pale. They rushed to Jeremy and looked him over and then began scolding Brittany.

"YOU RAT!" Mr. Wilson shrieked, slapping Brittany's face sharply. "Don't you lay a finger on our boy again!"

"I didn't do anything," Brittany said. She was about to say more when Mrs. Wilson cut her off.

"GET OUT! I'M SICK OF YOU! GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND LEAVE! NO PAY, NO FOOD! GO BACK TO YOUR HOME, WHEREVER IT IS, YOU STREET RAT!" Mrs. Wilson yelled, slapping Brittany twice more.

Brittany put her paw to her cheek and then frowned, feeling a slight burn. She grabbed the dishrag off of the floor and slapped Mrs. Wilson with it and then Mr. Wilson and then all three of the evil kids.

"How do YOU like to be slapped?!" Brittany shouted, throwing the dishrag onto the ground and she stormed out of the huge fancy house, grabbing Mr. Wilson's wallet as she went.

Let's just capture the main details: Brittany and her sisters are poor. (Do I really have to say that they're Jeanette and Eleanor? I mean, really, everyone knows) Her sisters work at a bakery and she's stuck with that evil family. Well, not anymore. She just ditched them right? LOL! Well, the Wilsons fired her and she gladly accepted. I mean, who would ever stay with that family? Those lazy buggers need to do things themselves, not work Brittany half to death.

The next chapter will have Brittany's flashbacks as she walks home and then the next chapter after might have Jeanette and Eleanor in it. I'm working on it, bear with me, people!

But you can see why the rating is at T, eh? Language and there'll be some suggestive themes but nothing too wordy. Tell me if it should go up to M. But I don't think it'll come to that.

So, let's just get on with the reviews! I wanna know what you think!