So, as is obvious, I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks, or anyone in the series, all those rights go to the two absolute geniuses, Ross Bagdasarian and the Chipettes belong to Janice Karman.

Enjoy!

'Ellie?' Theo asked as they walked home slowly, she nodded in response. Theodore took a breath.

'How come you're so much sweeter than your brothers?' She interrupted. Theodore frowned, not in an annoyed way, but thoughtful.

'Are you sure I am? Or is that just a personal opinion?' He asked. She smiled.

'Well, what do you think of me?' She inquired. Theodore blushed.

'You're wonderful…' He admitted. Eleanor chuckled.

'You too.' She whispered, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek quickly.

Simon smiled as he watched Jeanette enter the library, even though he told her she shouldn't come. As she got closer, he put on a frown, which she questioned.

'I advised you not to come,' He reminded her. She shied back a little.

'I thought it would be important…' She sighed. Simon shook off the frown that had been struggling for survival and smiled warmly.

'Why's that?' He pried coyly, walking into an isle on geology with his back turned to hide the giddy smile set on his face at her presence. She followed stubbornly.

'Because… I…' She tried searching for the words, but Simon noticed they had escaped her and she fell quiet.

He turned, trying to keep his face straight. 'Jennie, you -'

'You called me Jennie.' Jeanette pointed out, tilting her head. 'as far as I know, you don't give anyone pet names.'

Simon turned away at his blush. 'That's not necessarily true, I call Alvin "Alvie" when he's irritating, I call Theo… well… Theo,' He looked back at her, but she was smiling kindly.

'They're your brothers, Simon.' She reminded him. 'They kind of don't count for that much.' Simon put a book back and walked on. Jeanette followed. 'What I was trying to say, was that you don't give any girls pet names.' She reminded him. He stopped and so did she. He turned and took her hand.

'Only the special ones get a pet name.' He chuckled. She flushed a lot and looked to her side.

'I… I'm special?' She asked, uncertain. Simon nodded and tilted her chin to face him.

'Of coarse you are, Jen…' He promised.

'Oh! I have HAD IT with you!' Brittany yelled at Alvin, his face still set in a wicked and unreadable grin. 'WHY can't you just COPERATE for ONCE?' She asked him. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets, still smiling, unfazed. 'And WHAT in HEAVENS NAME do you WANT from me?' She continued.

'Ah…' Alvin began, but thought it best to keep her going and settled down in his derisive smile. She waited for him, but he wouldn't answer.

'Alvin Seville,' She warned darkly, 'I know my wardrobe was simply my wardrobe before you put your handwriting on the scarf!' She held it up, showing him wildly. His smile broadened at the joke he'd played on her to force that. 'I don't even know what it says!' She continued. 'What the freak did you write on my scarf?' She demanded fiercely.

Alvin shrugged and took a step towards the door to the rest of the house. 'I guess you'll have to decipher it.' He told her mischievously, meandering out the door. She sighed in frustration and sat down on her bed to read it.

Alvin smirked and briskly made his way to the front door. So far so good; she hadn't deciphered his handwriting. Or else she had and she was in shock. He got out the front door and started down the street when she came bounding out of the house with the scarf.

'Wait!' She yelled, he slowed his walk, but wouldn't stop. 'Alvin, please…' She puffed as she reached him. She showed him the scarf and, for once, he felt his nerves rise. 'Is this… true..?' She asked slowly, still panting slightly. He spared it one look.

'Do you think I would have written it in permanent marker if it wasn't?' He inquired. She paused and frowned.

'Yes.' She told him slowly. He smiled and kissed her cheek.

'Well, it was.' He confirmed, then kept on walking.

'So… what you wrote on it… does that mean..?' Brittany faltered, but Alvin wouldn't let her stop there.

'Go on…' He pressed, hoping she wouldn't get creeped out or start yelling at him for ruining her favourite fashion-scarf with a note… or would it be a confession..?

'Theo…' Eleanor stammered. 'Could I ask you something personal?'

'Sure.'

'So… Simon..?'

'Yes, Jeanette?'

'Alvin? This scarf… does it really…'

'Go on…'

Eleanor struggled. 'Do You -'

Jeanette blushed. '- Love -'

Brittany sighed. '- Me?'

Alvin grinned winningly. That was all he'd wanted to hear; that question.

'I… I do, Ellie…' Theodore admitted.

'Undoubtedly.' Simon confirmed in a sweet whisper.

'Duh.' Alvin deadpanned, kissing Brittany softly. She smiled in relief and pushed back.

'And we'll always be here for you.' The brothers said in unison.

The next day the boys were gone without so much as a goodbye, no one saw them all day. No one heard their pre-Christmas singing.

And no one was more worried than the Millers.

Alright, alright - shortish chapter - hope it's to everyone's satisfaction?