Dropping stories that no one cares about like bombs! This is based off the '90s movie, Ghost. Also with some of the newer version of Ghost done in Japan…I think. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Alvin Seville had the life. He lived in New York City; he had a beautiful fiancé, and an apartment. Not to mention big-shot Alvin Seville's job. He was at admired as one of the best bankers in New York City. He worked with his brother, Simon Seville. You're probably wondering why I'm using past-tense. That's what you're about to find out. You're about to find out in all detail from big-shot Seville himself.
Brittany soon-to-be Seville laughed as she helped her best friends and brother move some of her stuff in Alvin's brand new apartment.
"BRITTANY, I CAN'T GET THIS STATUE MYSELF!" Brian, Alvin's brother/her best friend yelled.
She threw a box of clothes on the floor, "Coming!" she yelled back. Jumping up on the window sill she grabbed the statue and pulled it in.
Alvin just returned from work, sneaking up behind Brittany, he grabbed her quickly, "SAVED YOUR LIFE!" he shouted Brittany screamed and hit Alvin behind the head.
"Don't do that!" Alvin laughed hysterically.
~*~ONE HOUR EARLIER, JOHNSON AND ADAMS BANKING CO. ~*~
Simon Seville drank his coffee, staring at his computer blankly. (A/N: Italics are thoughts) I can't believe Alvin got that promotion. It was supposed to be mine! I worked so hard! Simon was sick of it. Alvin always was in the spotlight. He hardly works! Everyone just likes him so much! I work hard all day! Oh no, wait, sometimes I even put extra time! And what does he do!? Watch funny cat videos and goof off all day! The used to be soft tapping of his pencil became harder then he heard a small snap. Looking down, he realized he snapped his pencil in frustration.
"Hey, bro," Alvin greeted as he passed him. "You ok? Looks like you need another pencil." He stated.
Simon forced a grin at Alvin, replying, "Just fine. Peachy." Alvin smiled, walking back to- HIS NEW OFFICE! WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE! That's it. Simon had enough. He picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number. "Hey," he half whispered into the phone, "I need a favor. A big one."
"Anything for my top client." The older gentleman replied
~*~ ALVIN SEVILLE'S BEDROOM ~*~
Alvin sighed content as his fiancé cuddled up against his chest. He held her close in his arms and let out another deep sigh, but Brittany could tell something was wrong. "Alvin?" she called.
He looked at the chipette in his arms, "Yes?" he replied quietly.
"What's the matter?" she asked, deeply concerned for her soon-to-be husband.
"Ah, nothing, Britt," came his answer. She groaned. This was so Alvin. Strong-headed.
"Alvin." She said in a threatening tone. He sighed.
"Alright, alright!" he shouted. "I guess I'm just nervous. My life is just so amazing right now. I don't wanna lose any of this."
"Aw, Alvie…" she hugged him and kissed his cheek in a comforting manner. She turned the tv on, trying to keep his mind busy. She felt him snoring lightly and smiled. She kissed his cheek one final time. She got up and walked to her pottery wheel. She turned the old jukebox they had in there on and began molding a beautiful vase.
Alvin woke with a stir and walked in Brittany's art studio type room. He smiled at what she was doing. "Hey, Britt," he greeted. She smiled in return; he walked up and touched her vase. It kinda, I guess, deflated is the right word in this situation.
Brittany giggled, "Alvin! Really!?" she shouted at him, playfully.
"Some artwork! Want me to help, Britt?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
She smiled, "Ok," she replied. She wet his hands and got them squishy with wet clay. The couple smiled wide at the song that started to play.
Oh, my love
my darling
I've hungered for your touch
a long lonely time
and time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much
are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
Godspeed your love to me
They shared a short kiss and molded the pot together. Alvin was mostly rubbing Brittany's arms in a soothing, sweet motion. Brittany's smile grew wider as she felt Alvin's touch. When finished, they stopped the wheel and each drew something. Brittany carved a large heart into the clay pot. Alvin smiled and carved 'Alvin + Brittany' into the heart. They looked at each other and again smiled; they then shared another tender kiss.
~*~ THE NEXT NIGHT, ALVIN SEVILLE'S, 8 O'CLOCK PM ~*~
Brittany Miller was getting ready for her date with Alvin. She was so excited! It was the first time Alvin was willing to take her to the theatre to see a show. She hummed lightly as she prepared.
"You only want to see the men in tights," Alvin teased with a smirk
I giggled at his comment, "Maybe," I teased back with a smile. Alvin had that effect on me. He made me smile and laugh, even when I didn't want to. "I love you, Alvie," I said, smiling.
"Ditto, baby," He smiled back. That's one thing she didn't like about Alvin. He never replied with an "I love you too", just a plain and simple "Ditto". She rolled her eyes slightly and sighed quietly.
She finished the last bit of makeup and looked back at him. She smiled broadly at the sight of her partner. Alvin wore a suit with a red tie and classic, black dress shoes. "You look so handsome," she commented. He smiled broadly back and laughed slightly.
"You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart," He commented sweetly. She blushed lightly. Brittany dressed in a small red dress with red heels. Her hair was pulled down her back and curled. Alvin took her hand gently, tracing her ring and took her to the theatre downtown.
~*~ DOWNTOWN THEATRE, UPPER SEATS ~*~
A middle-aged, Hispanic man watched the young couple with a small, devious smirk. Simon sat right next to him. He watched them with an angered look plastered on his face.
~*~ DARK ALLEY, WALK HOME ~*~
Alvin and Brittany walked home, hand-in-hand, smiling wide. "I'm glad we're getting married," Brittany stated, smiling.
"Yeah, I too, baby," Alvin replied, smiling.
"Alvin?" she asked.
"Hm?" he replied to her.
"Why don't you say it?" she quieted down a bit, her smile fading.
"Say what?" Alvin questioned, confused.
"I love you," came her sad reply.
"I say it! PSH! I say it all the time!" he shouted, alarmed.
"No, you don't. You only say ditto." She whispered.
Then came the heavy breathing, a man grabbed Alvin and shoved him against a brick wall roughly. "ALVIN!" Brittany screamed.
Alvin grabbed the man and pushed him against a wall, which only started a fist fight. "Alvin! Stop it!" Brittany yelled. "SOMEONE HELP US! PLEASE!" She screamed out desperately.
BOOM! Brittany froze. A shot was fired. The gunman ran off quickly. Alvin went trailing right behind him. He heard Brittany crying hysterically. "Brittany-!" he froze as he ran up to her.
There in her arms was his dead body.