What You Do To Me
Chapter 1
Nothing's Changed
XOXOXOXOXO
Author's Note: This is a request from Chipmunks are my THANG! She wanted a story with a bit more drama and suspense concerning Alvittany. I'm a sucker for any of the canon couples, so I was happy to write about it.
This story might be a bit short, but it will have quite a few chapters in it. Enjoy!
XOXOXOXOXO
The crowd cheering, stomping, and calling out his name was music to his ears. The steady chant of "Alvin, Alvin, Alvin!" made him smile with pride. Yup, there was nothing like it in the entire world.
"Alright, boys," Dave said, adjusting a small headset for Theodore. "We're on in five minutes. Are you all ready?"
"I was born ready, Dave," Alvin said carelessly, puffing out his chest. "I'm a famous rock star, remember? I mean, just listen to them calling my name!"
Simon sighed, nudging his brother out of the way. "Don't start, Alvin. This is our first big concert for the holidays. Don't screw it up," he warned.
"That's right," Dave cut in, before Alvin could respond. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but it's not all about you, Alvin. We're a team. That means that we all are in this together. That means you can't just hog the spotlight."
"But I'm the leader of the band!" Alvin argued, pointing to his black leather jacket with a gold letter "A" stitched over his heart. "Last time I checked, this band was called Alvin and the Chipmunks."
Dave folded his arms and gave his eldest son a stern look to let him know he wasn't in the mood for his nonsense. Alvin sighed in annoyance, folding his own little arms and tapping his foot impatiently.
"Fine, fine. I get it!" Alvin snapped. "I won't mess things up."
"Thank you," Dave said sarcastically. He got up and straightened out his shirt before turning towards their dressing room door. "I'm going to go check up on the girls. Remember, five minutes," he reminded them.
"We won't forget, Dave!" Theodore said cheerfully, nodding his head.
"Yeah, we'll be out there in time," Simon reassured his father, smiling kindly.
"Good, I know I can count on you," Dave said, closing their door behind him as he went to tend to the Chipettes.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Alvin went over to the large mirror in the front of the room. He looked over his reddened brown fur: his bangs were nearly combed, courtesy of Dave. With a smirk, he reached up and tousled his hair, the previously neat style fanning out in an unruly mess. Just how he liked it.
"There! How do I look, boys?" Alvin asked, turning to look at his brothers.
Simon rolled his eyes. "A mess, as always."
Alvin sneered. "Should have known better than to ask you, huh?"
"I think you look cool, Alvin," Theodore complemented, walking over to him.
"Thanks, bro!" Alvin grinned, hugging his butterball of a brother with one arm. He shot Simon a smug grin. "See, that's what I expect. A little support, a little consideration from my family!"
"You just want someone to pump up that already enormous ego of yours," Simon said flatly, adjusting his own leather jacket. "Lord knows you don't need that."
"Come on, guys. Don't start," Theodore chuckled. He went over to his own dresser and smiled at his framed picture of his beloved Eleanor. The photo was of her smiling, innocent form dressed in her vacation outfit. He had taken it when they were on a cruise a year ago. He sighed dreamily at the lovely sight. "This is a concert we get to do with the Chipettes. Don't you think it will be fun?"
"No! Ew," Alvin said, looking at his lovesick little brother in disgust. "Maybe for you guys! You two are head-over-heels for Eleanor and Jeanette!"
"So?" Simon said. "What's wrong with that? I thought you liked Brittany."
"I never said that," Alvin denied, shaking his head. "I said she was my friend. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Aw, come on, Alvin," Theodore giggled, hopping down from his chair. "Did you guys have another fight?"
"When aren't they going at it?" Simon laughed. Alvin wasn't amused.
"She started it this time!" Alvin said. He jammed his paws in his pockets and stomped towards his chair. "Brittany said she was sure that her band would win over the crowd tonight. Fat chance! The fans are here for us. The Chipmunks were here first, darn it!"
"So you two have made this concert into a another childish competition," Simon chuckled. "When will you two grow up? Why can't you two just get along for once in your lives?"
Alvin gave him a withering glare. "It's because she's difficult. She's vain, selfish, and she thinks she's cooler than me! Everyone knows I'm the coolest!"
Theodore and Simon looked at each other with amused smiles. Alvin glared at the two of them. Why couldn't they understand his frustration? All six of them had lived under the same roof for a year and a half! They knew how annoying she could be, so why were they acting like it was just him overreacting?
"Alvin, just admit that you two are blowing this whole thing out of proportion," Simon said, patting his shoulder. "Does it really matter if the Chipettes do a little better than us? Shouldn't we, as their friends, be happy for them?"
Alvin looked as if he was deeply considering Simon's words. But then he jerked his shoulder away and looked at him like he was a total idiot.
"No! What's the matter with you?" Alvin said in disgust. "We're the better band, and that's that."
Simon rolled his eyes again, scoffing. "Fine, whatever. I don't even know why I bother trying to talk sense into you sometimes."
"Guys, it's time for us to go!" Theodore said, pointing to the clock hanging on their wall. "We promised Dave!"
"Oh, right!" Alvin said, quickly grabbing his custom-made guitar and rushing towards the door. "Let's go!"
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"Come on girls. It's show time!" Brittany said proudly, strutting towards the back of the stage. She peeked around the corner, taking in the thousands of fans packed in the building. All of them were chanting out their names, signs showing off their favorite Chipette or Chipmunk. Ah, what a sweet sound. "Our public awaits."
"Oh, Brittany," Eleanor giggled, adjusting her headset. "You always act like it's your very first concert."
"It feels like it every time," Brittany smirked, smoothing out her sparkly pink dress. "It never gets old."
"Where are the boys?" Jeanette asked, nearly tripping over a stray cable as she walked over to her sisters. "The show starts in seconds! Where do you think they are?"
"Who cares, Jeanette?" Brittany said, rolling her eyes. "We can handle this on our own anyway."
Eleanor and Jeanette looked at each other and shook their heads. When was Brittany going to learn that the six of them were a team?
"And now, without further ado," the announcer blared into the microphone, effectively calming the chanting, raving crowd. "The moment you've all been waiting for: The Chipmunks and the Chipettes!"
The crowd erupted in screams, applause, and chants once more. Brittany smiled and began to walk out to appease her adoring fans, but Eleanor tugged her back by the tail. She whipped around and glared at her little sister, demanding an explanation.
"But they're not here yet!" Eleanor yelled over the commotion. "We can't go out without them!"
"Oh yeah? Watch me," Brittany snapped, snatching her tail away from Eleanor and walking on stage. "Come on, girls. Let's go!"
Eleanor sighed deeply, looking as reluctant as Jeanette was. However, they knew they couldn't leave her alone to face the audience. They quickly walked behind Brittany as she took her place in the middle of the large stage. The bright lights temporarily blinded the little trio, but they soon adjusted to it. They smiled and waved at their fans, who were now in a frenzy.
"What's up ATL?" Brittany greeted into her headset, blowing kisses at a couple of nearby fans. "We love you!"
"It's an honor to be here," Jeanette smiled, shyly waving at her own admirers.
"Thank you so much for your support!" Eleanor giggled, grinning at her fanbase.
"We'll be wooing you all with our rendition of 'Touch', originally done by the great Amerie, featuring T.I.," Brittany announced, winking. "We hope you all enjoy!"
CHIPETTES
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)?
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)?
ELEANOR
He's lookin' like he can't believe this.
Always in my jeans.
And bet he don't know what I'm thinkin'~ (I wanna take him home with me)
This here's gonna be my weekend!
I don't think he knows that I see him.
His body's got me weak (and I can't wait to see).
JEANETTE's
What it is I really want is for him to do to me what he want to (oh).
He would want to, yeah (oh)!
He can come inside my mind,
If he tried but he don't know how I want to (oh),
Baby, don't you know what you can get from me?
CHIPETTES
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)?
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)?
BRITTANY
I know I ain't been drinkin',
Dang, he's got me leanin'.
All up in my ear breathin',
We over here makin' a scene and I don't really care who sees.
I just want him to feel (the love inside of me)!
What it is I really want is for him to do to me what he want to (oh).
He would want to, yeah (oh)!
He can come inside my mind,
If he tried but he don't know how I want to (oh),
Baby, don't you know what you can get from me?
CHIPETTES
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)?
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)?
Suddenly, as if right on cue, Alvin, Simon and Theodore slid out onto the stage. Eleanor and Jeanette smiled, relieved that they had made it in time for their big part. Brittany, who was hoping to perform the song without him, sneered in annoyance. The crowd, of course, was overjoyed at the appearance of the familiar rock band.
ALVIN
Hey! Lemme get you where I want you in your best nightgown.
Yeah, I had a lot of girls.
You the best I've found.
If I offer you the chance, you neglect like how
With my hands like dang!
And my neck like wow!
CHIPMUNKS
Blonde, auburn, or brunette,
Say they heard I'm the king, wanna test my crown
Swerve on the things and the 'vet top down,
And the realest with the dealest so to rep my town.
So you ever wanna get it off your chest, I'm down.
How fly does a G-fly jet ride sound?
Triple 'munk family,
Shut your s-fied down,
Now your girl wanna talk about love now,
Tryin' to hate them other rappers who respect my style,
I'll kiss her until the sun comes up, goes down,
Chipettes, I wanna see you with your hair let down,
Rock this town, Rock the world, just rock the freak out.
CHIPETTES
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)?
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)?
What it is I really want is for him to do to me what he want to (oh).
He would want to, yeah (oh)!
He can come inside my mind,
If he tried but he don't know how I want to (oh),
Baby, don't you know what you can get from me?
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)?
Don't be afraid to touch.
I know you think I'm a good girl.
Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)?
Touch, touch.
The Chipmunks and Chipettes posed together in the middle of the stage, aptly matched spotlights illuminating their tiny forms. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. It was all the guards could do from keeping some fans from jumping on stage and rushing towards the furry stars.
Brittany pushed past Alvin and make her way towards the front of the stage. She bowed at her adoring public, blowing kisses all the while.
"Thank you, thank you," Brittany said, genuinely appreciative of their support. She motioned for her sisters to join her. "We're so blessed to have fans like you. Now, we want to know: who rocked the hardest -"
"Brittany, don't," Eleanor said pleadingly. She adjusted her mic so that the crowd couldn't hear her whispering as she grabbed Brittany's arm. "Come on, we're supposed to have fun with this. Remember?"
"I am having fun," Brittany smirked, casting a smug glance at her counterpart. Alvin merely narrowed his gold eyes at her. "Winning is always fun." With that, she turned back to the crowd. "Who rocked the most: the Chipettes or the Chipmunks?"
"Chipettes! Chipettes! Chipettes!" a large portion of the crowd chanted.
"Chipmunks! Chipmunks! Chipmunks!" the other portion shouted.
"Show with your applause," Brittany instructed, pointing to herself and her sisters. Eleanor and Jeanette looked uncomfortable, but they knew it was useless to try whenever their big sister got into one of her competitive modes. "Show us some love!"
A thunderous applause nearly deafened the little female chipmunks. Brittany smiled proudly, but was nudged aside when Alvin walked forward. He sneered at her before turning his attention to the crowd.
"Now show some love for the 'munks!" Alvin shouted, grabbing both of his brothers. Simon and Theodore looked apologetically at their own counterparts, equally uncomfortable with the situation. "The Chipmunks rock more, right?"
To his utter disappointment, there was less enthusiasm for him and his brothers. This time. He gulped and slowly looked at his rival. As he predicted, Brittany looked positively gleeful.
"Thank you!" Brittany said, bowing to her fans. "We love you all!"
Alvin grimaced at her. She had won.
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Shortly after the six chipmunks finished their concert, Brittany wasted no time boasting to Alvin about her victory over him that night. Alvin tried his best to ignore it as they all sat in the backseat of Dave's car, but he found it really hard to filter out her words. He was supposed to be the one boasting! What the heck happened?
"As I thought, the Chipettes are way better," Brittany said, flipping her auburn hair at him. "Don't feel bad, Alvin. It's not that you're bad: we're just too good."
"Brittany, please. That's enough," Jeanette said gently. Frankly, she didn't like all this competition between them. She really thought that they should just drop these silly little battles and get to know each other better. Especially if it meant getting to know Simon. "There's no need to ham it up."
"Yeah," Theodore said. "These were supposed to be fun."
"No use telling them that," Simon said, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms. "When do they ever listen?"
"Shut up, Simon," Alvin and Brittany said in unison. Simon just glared at them.
"That's enough, you two," Dave said, giving them both a warning glance in his rear view mirror. "I told you, it's not a competition."
"Yes, Dave," the six chipmunks said.
"You're still a loser," Brittany teased.
"Shut it!" Alvin hissed. "I'll wipe that smug look off your face. Just wait."
That wasn't a warning. It was a promise.
XOXOXOXOXO
Author's Note: Sorry if this one was a little long! The song kind of stretched it.
The original song is sung by Amerie, featuring T.I. I own no rights to that great song. I only changed a little of the words to make it appropriate for the Chipmunks and Chipettes. :D
Next chapter will be up soon!