The alarm clock was buzzing and an announcer was talking about how glorious the day was. A light was shining through the slightly opened curtains into the room, leaving a small sliver of light across Alvin's cheek. The light touched a tuxedo hanging on the closet door. The powder pink rose and matching handkerchief that was to be in the jacket pocket sat on the bookshelf next to the closet. The bookshelf was filled with music notebooks and various accessories, like guitar picks and drum sticks. The signed guitar pick and drum stick collection sat on the top shelf. It looked as if it was the only shelf that ever got dusted. The floor was cluttered with Chinese take-out boxes, pizza boxes and coke cans. A guitar sat in the only unsoiled corner in the room by the door. A drum set sat against the wall opposite his bed, surrounded by piles of laundry. The small kitchen was no better than the rest of the house with paper plates and cups littering the single counter in his studio apartment. The half sized refrigerator had a microwave sitting on top of it. The toaster was right next to the sink and over the sink was another window, which gave a view of the brick wall of the apartment next door. His double burner stove sat against the wall with a small plastic three-drawer dresser beside it. Despite all the mess, the room didn't smell bad, it just smelled like food. The mess had only been made the night before. The twin bed was messy and the red covers were tangled around someone's feet and pooling on the floor. The alarm clock sat next to his cell phone on a small plywood table next to his bed. Underneath the table lay a pile of music magazines. From the pile on the bed, an arm reached out, sloppily, and slapped at the alarm clock until the annoying noise stopped. In the process of silencing the alarm, the arm knocked the cell phone off the table onto the floor. Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clock.
'Oh no! It' 9:00! I overslept! She's going to kill me!' Alvin jumped up and rushed around his cluttered room, turning on his coffee pot and putting a bagel in the toaster. His eyes landed on the tux and he slowed down, sighing. He slowly got dressed and brushed his hair. He carefully arranged the pink rose and handkerchief in his jacket pocket and put on his signature red cap, knowing he would just have to remove it once he got to the chapel. He poured his coffee in a to-go tumbler and grabbed his bagel and ran out the door. He didn't hear his cell phone ring as he locked his door and ran off, trying not to spill his coffee as he ran. He ran down the block as he waved at every cab driving past him, hoping one would stop to pick him up. At 9:30 a.m., on Valentine's Day, he realized it would be rare to find one to pick him up. After four blocks, he arrived at the church, sweaty and just on time. He almost ran straight into his brother, Simon. Simon was standing outside the church, tapping his foot and checking his watch. He sighed as Alvin ran up.
"Where have you been, Alvin? Brittany is going to kill you! You're almost late for the wedding!" Simon straightened his glasses.
"But I'm not." Alvin smirked and shoved his tumbler into Simon's hand and ran into the church. He headed straight for the bathroom, pulled off his cap, placing it on the counter, and washed the sweat off his face into the sink. Glancing in the mirror he rubbed his eyes and then ran his wet hands through his hair to straighten it. He strolled back out of the bathroom and ran right into Jeanette. She stumbled over her long sequined pink bridesmaid dress and he grabbed her shoulders to catch her. Her hair was down in silky waves framing her face and she was wearing the purple glasses that she always wore.
"Hey, Jeanette, can you find a place for my cap?" He asked her, steadying her. She smiled up at him.
"Sure, Alvin. I'll put it in the dressing room for you."
"That means you'll have to fetch it for me later!" He smiled at her.
"I don't mind."
"Thanks. By the way, do you know where Brittany is?"
"Um, I think she's in the garden."
"Thanks."
Jeanette took his hat from him and continued down the hall towards the dressing room. Alvin watched her for a minute and sighed. He had been doing that a lot this morning. He turned and walked off towards the garden to find Brittany. He heard some voices in one of the side rooms and went to see if Brittany was in the room.
"I always thought that Brittany would marry him." He heard Brittany's sisterEleanor say.
"I know. She and Alvin were always together. It seemed like fate." His brother Theodore said.
"Well, obviously not." Simon chimed in. "Alvin was always too little too late. Every time it seemed like they would get together, it would mess up."
'Thanks a lot, you guys.' Alvin thought with another sigh. 'Here I am, trying to be happy for her, and you're just reminding me why I'm not.' He turned on his heel and headed towards the garden. Opening the door, he saw Brittany sitting in the middle of the garden on a white park bench. She was tracing something with a stick into the waters of the pond in front of her. She was wearing her wedding dress. It was an off the shoulder, form fitting white dress that flared out at the hips. An off-white lace covered the bodice of the dress, exaggerating her hour glass figure. Her golden tanned skin glowed in the sunlight. Her auburn hair was up in a braided bun with tendrils framing her face. Her cheeks were expertly blushed and her lips were flawlessly pouty. He walked up to her quietly and sat down beside her. She jumped.
"Alvin! You surprised me!"
"Don't know how you didn't hear me coming." He laughed. "Aren't you supposed to be making yourself pretty or something for your big day?" He asked smirking at her.
"Ugh! I don't know why I put up with you." She lightly slapped his shoulder, smirking back at him. "I'm glad you made it."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He smiled at her.
"Where's your cap?"
"Jeanette put it in the dressing room for me."
"Ah." Brittany said with a sigh.
"Are you okay?"
"Um, I'm nervous." She chewed on her bottom lip. "This is the first day of the rest of my life. After today, I'm going to be Mrs. Jefferies. How weird is that?" She shrugged. Alvin put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her close to him.
"And you're sure this is what you want?" He lifted her face up to his.
"Of course. I love Alex." She smiled. "Thanks, Alvin. You're always looking out for me." They sat in silence for a minute, enjoying the serenity of the garden and then she stood up. "I need to go inside and see where they need me. It starts soon."
"Okay. I'll walk you." Hand in hand they walked back into the church, where Brittany was going to marry Alex Jefferies. He walked silently with Brittany, letting her lead the way. Once they reached the dressing room, she stopped. He kissed her on the forehead and leaned back, smiling at her. "You'll be fine. I'll see you afterwards at the reception." He smiled and gently pushed her towards the dressing room.
"Thanks again, Alvin." She said softly, opening the door and walking into the girl's dressing room. The door closed with a firm click, as if he was being locked out of her life after today. He slowly walked away, his hands in his pants pockets and his head down.
Turning a corner, he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Alex Jefferies. Jefferies was their old band manager from high school. He was fresh out of college at the time they first met him. Alvin smiled at Alex and then shook his hand.
"Congrats, man. Today's your big day."
"Yea. I still can't believe that I got her to marry me." Alex smiled and shook his head. "It's a dream come true."
"Yea." Alvin cleared his throat.
"Just to think, if you would have been my competition, I wouldn't be here right now."
Alvin looked up sharply at Alex with a hopeful and questioning look on his face. Alex laughed.
"You two have known each other forever. There's no way I could compete with that. I'm just glad that you two are only friends." Alex had completely misread the look on Alvin's face.
"Yea, well, we're just friends." Alvin said, trying to cover his almost mistake. He coughed again. 'Alright, Seville, this is not a good time for your amazing acting skills to fail you.' He thought to himself, 'Be cool. I can do this. I got this.' He laughed. "Yea, good thing we're just friends."
"Hey, Jefferies?"
"Yea, Seville?"
"Remember how much we used to hate you?" Alvin laughed.
"Yea. You did. Brittany hated me the most." He laughed. "I swear, I used to think she wanted to castrate me."
"Too bad she didn't." Alvin said, laughing again. Alex slapped Alvin on the shoulder, smiling at him.
"Thanks, man, I know how much I mean to you."
"Anytime, Jefferies."
After the wedding, Alvin sat in a corner of the reception hall with a champaign in his hand wishing he had something stronger. The room was decorated in black, white and pink. Pink and white roses in black vases with white balloons were the centerpieces of each table. The bride's cake was a three tier cake with pink fondant flowers curling up and around the cake. The groom's cake was a black and white tuxedo jacket in the shape of a heart with a pink fondant rose in the pocket. Both cakes sat on the main table which had a white lace table cloth draped over it. Alvin sighed as he watched Simon and Jeanette dancing together, and Theodore and Eleanor dancing together. Glancing over towards his dad, Dave, he saw that Miss Miller was trying to coerce Dave into a dance. He laughed at the look of resignation on Dave's face. He saw all the people lined up to congratulate the new happy couple. He lifted the champaign glass to his lips for another sip, realizing it was empty he stood up to get more. As he headed towards the open bar, Eleanor jumped in front of him and grabbed the glass. She sat it on a table beside her and grabbed Alvin's arm.
"Come on, let's dance, Alvin." Eleanor dragged him towards the dance floor. He was making it extremely hard for her though, as he reached back towards the open bar with a look of longing on his face.
"I just want one more glass…"
"You've already had six!" She exclaimed. "Trust me, you're good for a while. It'll hit you soon." Eleanor smiled at him as they finally reached the dance floor.
"Ellie…" Alvin sighed. "Fine." He sighed and started to dance. Eleanor was so focused on getting Alvin to be in a better mood that she barely noticed the song playing. Alvin heard it though, and desperately wished that Eleanor would let him go so he could get another glass. 'This used to be our song.' He thought, sadly.
Alvin sighed again as he danced with Eleanor. He knew that she was trying her best, but he just didn't want to be there.
"I'm not that bad, Alvin!" Eleanor huffed.
"I…I didn't say that," Alvin's eyes got wide. "I…I..didn't mean that!"
"I know, Alvin." Eleanor laughed. Alvin smiled, realizing she was joking and rolled his eyes.
"Eleanor, I really need some fresh air…" He said as the song finished.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea, I'll be right back." Alvin walked away from Eleanor and towards the bar. He grabbed another fluted glass as he walked out the door. Stepping off the sidewalk onto the grass, he downed his champaign and headed towards his car.
"Oh, Alvin! Yoo hoo! Alvin!" He heard Miss Miller yelling at him from across the parking lot. He sat the glass on his car, quickly, and turned and walked towards Miss Miller.
"Alvin, could you be a dear and move Brittany's things from my car to Alex's car?"
"Sure thing."
"Thanks, dear." Miss Miller said, turning to grab a box out of her trunk and placed it in Alvin's hands. She piled them up over his head and followed him as he walked to Alex's white blazer. "You know, I always thought I'd be marrying my little girl off to you." She laughed. Alvin stumbled, but caught himself before he fell flat on his face with all Brittney's things. He glanced over at Miss Miller to see if she noticed, but she was as oblivious as always. "I guess things don't always turn out the way you thought, huh? But I'm just rambling. Here, let me open the trunk for you." She pulled the keys out of her purse and opened the trunk. Alvin tripped again and all of Brittney's boxes spilled into the trunk. One box lid opened and papers fell out in the back of the SUV.
"I've got it, Miss Miller. Sorry." He bent down and started straightening up her boxes and picking up some papers that had spilled out of one of the boxes.
"Okay, are you sure, dear?"
"Yea, I'll pick it all up."
"Okay, I'll be going back inside then." Miss Miller turned away, "Oh, Alvin, here's the keys." She turned back and tossed the keys to him. He caught them right before they hit his face. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his mess. He picked up the papers and put them back in their box as neatly as he could. He reached for the last paper and turned it over in his hands. It was an envelope and it had his name on it. He pocketed the note quickly, locking Jefferies' car and returning to the party.
Later that night, he was sitting at Simon's apartment. They had agreed to have a get together that night to celebrate for Brittany and in their own way, mourn for her. They all silently agreed that everything would be different after her wedding, but no one wanted to talk about it. Alvin was drunk. After Brittany and Alex had left in his SUV, Alvin had proceeded to empty the bar of all its alcohol and Simon and Theodore had to drag him out to the car. Jeanette, Simon, Theodore, and Eleanor were reminiscing about old times with the whole gang, some even involved Jefferies. They had hated him at first, but they had slowly accepted him into the group. As Alvin listened to them, he remembered he had a letter to read. He pulled out the envelope with his name on it. It was a pink envelope with his name in Brittany's swirly cursive hand writing. He slowly opened it, glancing around to make sure everyone else was still preoccupied.
'Alvin, I know that I'll never have the guts to tell you this in person. We're supposed to be best friends and rivals. We're both stubborn and competitive. We fight about everything! We've always been together. Childhood friends, you know? We're supposed to stay friends. We're not supposed to fall in love with each other, but that's exactly what I did. I fell in love with you. I know you probably don't feel the same, and if you don't, that's okay, just act like I never gave you this letter. As long as you're my best friend, I'm fine with that.
Tomorrow's our first day of high school and even though I complained that we were going to the same school again, I was actually really glad. Since Dave made you take a break from singing, I was worried that we wouldn't get to see each other if we went to different schools. I'm really glad that I met you. I can't imagine my life without you in it, Alvin.
I love you,
Brittany.'
Alvin wiped a tear off his cheek and folded up the letter and put it back in his pocket. He stood up and everyone in the room turned to look at him. He grabbed a six pack and walked to Simon's bathroom. He closed and locked the door. He sat down on the cold tile floor and leaned against the door. He grabbed a bottle of beer out of the six pack and popped the top off using the side of the bathroom counter.
'Why does she love me? All I ever did was make her sad and fight with her. I was always picking on her, stressing her out. I never come through for her. I always disappoint her.' He thought back to the first few months of high school. Dave had let him start playing with the band soon after high school had started and Alvin threw himself into practice. Brittany sang with him sometimes, but most of the time she was the choreographer and stage manager for his band. Brittany was an amazing singer, but dance was her true passion. She was on the schools cheer squad and the gymnastics team. Alvin was in his band and in the school's band (he played guitar and sang). He was also on the football and soccer team. He loved that Brittany cheered for him. Even though they both did sports, music was their passion, and most of their energy went into their music. Brittany's birthday fell on the same day that one of his concerts was. Alvin had completely forgotten her birthday.
He took a big swallow from the bottle and drank himself into oblivion.
"Alvin, open up!" Someone was screaming at him and there was a loud pounding coming from somewhere behind him. His head flopped to the side and he jumped up and threw himself at the toilet. He heard the door burst open behind him as he emptied his stomach into the toilet. "Alvin…" Simon groaned. "Everyone's gone but you." He said as he bent over and began picking up the bottles, placing them back in the cardboard box they came in. Alvin leaned back against the wall opposite the toilet, holding his head, and screamed. Simon covered his ears and rolled his eyes.
"Simon…I need you. Remember all those science-y things you used to make…?"
"My inventions, you mean?"'
"Yea…those."
"What about them?"
"Do you have one to go back in time?"
"What do you mean?" Simon tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at Alvin. Alvin reached into his pocket and threw the letter at Simon. He picked it up and slowly opened it. As he read it, his eyes widened. He looked down at Alvin with sympathy in his eyes. "Did she give this to you today?" He asked skeptically.
"No, I found it. Miss Miller asked me to move her stuff," He hiccupped, "into Jefferies' car. I was," he hiccupped again, "drunk and tripped and spilled a box." He took a deep breath. "I saw my name on the outside, so I took it."
"Alvin…" Simon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "That wasn't very nice of you to go through her things."
"Do you have something?" He stood up and went to the sink. "Please, Si. I need this." Alvin grabbed Simon's mouthwash and rinsed his mouth out in the sink.
"Um, I have something that might work." Simon sighed. "I can't believe I'm telling you this." Alvin spit the mouthwash into the sink and wiped his mouth off with a towel. He turned towards Simon and grabbed his shirt, shaking him.
"Simon! You have to help me! I just need one more try!"
"Okay."
"Really?"
Simon led Alvin to his extra bedroom which he used as a lab. He pulled some keys out of a drawer and unlocked a cabinet by the window. Alvin watched as Simon pulled a small vial with a purple liquid and a larger vial with a green liquid in it out of the cabinet. He watched Simon measure the liquids and pour them carefully into a small cup. Simon pulled out a stick and stirred the mixture in the cup. He held it up into the light, looking at the sickly brown color it had become.
"Alvin, listen to me, you can only do this once. Everything you do will change the future in some way. No one but you will remember anything from this life. You literally control our futures. You better do it right. I don't want to end up some bum on a street corner." Simon said, holding the cup out of Alvin's reach. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, Simon! I'm sure. I promise, I'll do it right." Alvin said, grabbing the cup from Simon. He wrinkled his nose at the smell and tried not to gag.
"It should taste better than it smells." Simon said. Alvin held the cup tight and threw his head back, drinking the liquid in one big gulp. He dropped the cup. His head began to throb. He fell to his knees. He screamed and grabbed his head, pulling his hair. Then everything went black.
AN: Okay, so, I'm just trying this out.
This is my first time writing an Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfiction. Your reaction to this story will tell me if I should write more or just quit trying. ^.~ hehe. I've got another half of a chapter done for this story and about 5 chapters on a different story (AaTC also) that I'm not uploading yet.