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From me: Hi! This is my first fanfction. This first chapter is really short. I got my inspiration from Gwen Stefani's song, The Sweet Escape. Thanks for reading! =D

An officer walked through the jail with two prisoners. They were arrested for public intoxication and disorderly conduct. In his custody were Alvin Seville and Brittany Miller. They were walking (more like falling) all over the city. Neighbors called the police after hearing the yelling of incoherent words and stammering. They struggled to keep each other up off the floor, nevertheless keep themselves up.

The guard threw Alvin and Brittany into a cell in the prison. Brittany's short party dress was tattered around the edges. Her makeup was smeared, and her hair ruined. Alvin's hair was ruined too. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and his shoes were untied. They sat on the bed in the cell and giggled uncontrollably. Occasionally, there was a hiccup. In a few hours, they would both be hungover.

"Wha-what are we doing he-here?" Brittany slurred.

"No idea. Hey wh-where a-are we?" Alvin asked back.

"I don't kno-ow." Brittany said with a confused expression.

They sat in silence. Then Brittany looked over at Alvin, and they started giggling again. Their cell was dark, but there was light outside of the cell. They chatted uncomprehendingly, and then they fell asleep, Brittany laying on top of Alvin's chest.

A few hours later:

Alvin was the first to wake up the next morning. He had a splitting headache, and he didn't know where he was. He stood still, so he wouldn't wake Brittany up. A few minutes later though, she stirred and eventually woke up. She rolled over, and fell off of the bed. Alvin looked over the side of the bed, and couldn't help but to laugh at her.

"Where are we?" she asked, rubbing her head.

"I think we're in jail," Alvin said

"WHAT?" she asked, her eyes wide open. She got up off of the floor, and looked through the bars at the front of the cell. The atmosphere was dim. She saw a wall as she looked out of the cell. She turned around, and took in the surroundings of the cell. There was a bunk-bed, a single bed, a toilet and a sink. There was also a dirty mirror on the wall. Alvin and Brittany had slept on the single bed. After it all clicked, she looked down at her clothes. She was still wearing the dress she had chosen the night before. Except it was ripped in some places. She ran over to the dirty mirror and looked at her reflection. She gasped.

"Was my hair and makeup like this all night?" she asked Alvin.

"You expect me to remember? The last thing I remember was sitting in the bar, drinking."

"Well, I hope I didn't look like this all night," she said, turning back to the mirror.

She attempted to fix her hair, but it didn't work. She sighed, and then sat next to Alvin on the bed.

"Hey Britt, what do you remember from last night?"

To be continued...

Sorry it's so short! I will write more in the next chapter. This is just the beginning. The next chapter will be what Brittany remembers. Thanks for reading! =D