First and foremost, I would like to thank every last person who has read, favorited, and/or left a review for all of my stories! All the follows I receive make my heart smile with joy! It's extremely appreciated, and all the feedback is only making me a stronger writer!

I'm sorry for my extremely drawn out hiatus. I've recently been diagnosed with epilepsy, which in turn, has caused me to fall into deep depression. I now take medication for both my epilepsy and depression. I've come to realize, however, that being back on Fanfiction has made me feel a little better. It's still a tough battle, but I haven't fully disappeared on you guys!

So again, thank you all for the mad support, and I hope my stories are worth the read!

Before getting into this story, I think it to be appropriate to make a few notes:

-This story is strictly set in the 80s

-Instead of the boys meeting the girls around age 10, I've decided to make them meet at age 18

-This story is also inspired by my one-shot "Back to Me"

-And for the sake of this story, the girls' last name will NOT be Miller. It will be Jones. If you read the story, you'll find out why ;)

So, with that, I hope you all enjoy! 3

~PrincessLeeLee7~

Summary: A new twist on how the Chipmunks meet their counterparts (80s 'munks, age progressed to 18)

Your World vs Mine

Chapter 1

He popped a cigarette in his mouth and cupped his hand over the lighter to ignite the cancer stick. He released his thumb from the igniter with style, and he took the heaviest drag possible, until a hand promptly snatched it away, anger immediately dressing him unpleasantly.

"What's the damage?!" the livid Alvin Seville hissed as he watched his brother, Simon Seville scrape the cigarette on the bottom of his baby blue Chuck Taylor's, extinguishing it for good.

"You said you'd stop," he reminded tauntingly, a slick smile appearing on his face. "Plus, we're on a public bus with a pregnant woman sitting in the front!"

"Yeah, the front!" Alvin exclaimed as he gestured to the large mother-to-be. "Me, you, and Theodore are at the back!" he explained so slowly and drawn out, it seemed as though he were mocking Simon's intelligence.

Simon and Alvin suddenly eyed their youngest brother, Theodore Seville, seeing whose side he would take, only to find that he was more invested in Michael Jackson's Bad album he had purchased the day of its release. He knew he had to have it. And there he was, a week later, jamming out to each song as if he were hearing it for the first time. Blissfully unaware of his brothers' bickering, just the way he intended it.

"Screw off, Si, I told you I was trying to stop!"

"Hey, I'm only trying to help! I mean, what girl wants to talk to a guy who reeks of tobacco?"

Alvin swiftly became self-conscious as he sniffed his red and white track jacket, cheeks blushing red at the eye-watering aroma. "Y-yeah right! Bag your face!" he exclaimed as he discretely dug into his backpack to retrieve a bottle of cologne and gently spritzed it against his bare neck. Why did Simon always have to be right, he thought bitterly.

Simon rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses to the bridge of his nose. "Whatever you say."

The fussy Alvin truly thought he needed that sweet cigarette; first days of school were never his cup of tea, and just when he was of age to buy and smoke, Simon made sure he butted in, only for the good of Alvin's health, of course. Or maybe just to ruffle some feathers. Either way, the cigarette was no more.

"Hey guys!" Theodore piped in as he snatched off his headphones with the giddiest grin spread across his face. "I can't believe you two missed out on Michael Jackson's new album! You're so missing out!"

Alvin crossed his arms with a roll of his navy blue eyes and fell back into his bus seat. Boy, what wouldn't he do for one heavy drag at the moment. "Theo, I love MJ as much as the next guy, but-"

"But what? You were just dancing to his songs in the living yesterday," he replied with a slick sneer, bringing up the memory of Alvin attempting one of the legendary MJ kicks that shattered an expensive, irreplaceable vase. Good thing their father-figure had yet to notice. "Like I said; you're missing out!"

"I was too focused on figuring out which hot bimbette I should make mine this semester," he spewed with a cocky grin and a tilt of his red snapback that held an "L.A. Clippers" logo on the front. "I mean, who wouldn't want all of this?"

Theodore and Simon groaned in disgust with a massive roll of their eyes that could have made their eyeballs detach from their skulls. "Alvin, if it weren't for you being my oldest brother, I think I would have halted all communication with you a long time ago…" Simon replied intensely with a snarl.

"Alvin, you'll never get a girl if you keeping referring to them as a 'bimbette'?" Theodore suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. "Not all girls are sluts. But what do I know? I have a girl of my own…"

If Alvin's glare could kill, the whole city bus would have blown up in an instant, and Simon couldn't help but to laugh at Theodore's slick comment.

The bus ride through downtown Los Angeles seemed to stretch in Alvin's mind as palm trees on top of palm trees were passing in the distance. He hoped the first day of the boys' senior year of high school would bring some promise to the bright and cloudless morning, the sun's rays beaming against his face as he looked out the fingerprint-covered window at the cookie-cutter homes and spotless Cadillacs.

"If nothing cool happens before 12," Alvin declared to his brothers. "Then we're so jetting outta there!"

"I don't know about you," Simon began as he adjusted his small-rimmed glasses upon his nose. "But I actually like learning and not getting in trouble…"

"Yeah, you're kinda bugging out right now," Theodore couldn't help but to agree as he placed his headphones and CD player back in the pockets of his backpack. "I'll pass on that."

"Are you sure this is where the bus will pick us up?" a worried, wide-eyed brunette frantically questioned as she adjusted her purple-clad skirt that reached the middle of her smooth thighs. "I-I-I just don't wanna be late, ya know? We need to make a good first impression. And do we fit in enough? Do we smell okay? Do you think these students are dangerous?!"

"Jeanette!" he sisters collectively blurted to silence her frantic wailing.

The green-eyed Jeanette Jones carefully composed herself and fluffed her brown hair that sat at her shoulders. "I'm sorry girls, this just feels so… weird…"

"It's only weird if you make it," the pink-attired auburn splendor assured as she lifted her pink purse with white stitching and began to rummaged through it.

"Jean, everything will be fine!"

That was the bright, blonde-haired brown eyed girl, Eleanor Jones, shortest of the three as she stood to her tip toes, happily waiting for the bus, the gentle wind kicking up her hair that sat just below her waistline. "Being at a different school means different people, and different people means-"

"Hot guys," the pretty-in-pink Brittany Jones moaned lusciously with a slight giggle. "Like, aces, people here call them…"

As the girls stood side-by-side on the sidewalk next to the bus stop sign, a candy-apple red Mustang convertible came veering down the empty roadway, considerably startling the girls. Out from the vehicle, a beach-tanned brown-haired boy stood in the seats of it as it rode pass and ejected, "Cute Valley Girls!"

Black exhaust escaped the car's pipes, choking the girls to the point of tears and excessive coughing.

"Oh, what does that mean?!" Jeanette squealed to her sisters, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment as she yanked at her skirt. "I knew we were dressed inappropriately! We should go inside and change before the bus comes!"

Brittany and Eleanor rolled their eyes and dismissed their quirky sister. "Gag me, Jeanette. Calm down!"

They girls couldn't help but to wonder if their attire were actually approved of, however: Brittany and Eleanor wore the shortest blue-jean shorts imaginable with a crop top of their signature color, respectively, and Jeanette, who took the more conservative route, wore a purple skirt mid-thigh, and a white tank top with a track jacket thrown on top.

"Whether this is acceptable or not, I'm not changing!" Brittany declared as she dug through her purse once more and produced a perfectly rolled Mary-Jane. "Take a drag; you def need it…"

Jeanette wrinkled her nose, declining it instantly. "Britt, you know I don't smoke," she replied as she watched Brittany ignite the blunt laced with keef. Sweet marijuana and its leftovers; just what Brittany needed. Just how Miss Brittany loved it.

She blew out a thick cloud of smoke in Jeanette's face and giggled. "Yes, Miss Smarty-pants," and proceeded to pass it the eager Eleanor, who also took a heavy drag.

"Why not cigarettes?" Jeanette asked as she covered her nose and mouth with her purple track jacket. "You know, something actually… legal?"

Brittany snarled in disgust, a scoff escaping her. "A cancer stick? You're kidding, right?"

She slowly passed the blunt to Jeanette who, this time around, reluctantly accepted, taking the tiniest drag possible, guilt filling her, but the sense of ease becoming her.

The girls, a little more comfortable than before, watched over the horizon as the city bus slowly approached their stop.

"Well girls," Brittany chimed in as she extinguished the blunt at the bottom of her sparkling pink flats and placed it back in her tiny purse, "we're on our way to school…"