A/N: Hi. Hello. Ahola. :D I'm writing this before I'm posting the first drabble, so I basically have no idea what you guys think of it. I know the last chapter was really short and terrible (In my opinion), but hopefully this one will be better. And... that's all I got. I'm deleting The Concert, because it's like, the worst thing I've ever written. I'm too humiliated to keep it on my account. Maybe I'll try rewriting/revamping the story later, but for now, I'm deleting it.
Once again, all characters, settings, etc. all belong to Ross and Janice. Plot alone is mine.
Why is saying three little words so... complicated? It was so frustrating, the blue-clad Chipmunk wanted to punch a wall.
He had thought this through over and over, yet he couldn't come up with an answer. And he was known for being able to answer anything. He was known for his sharp tongue and wit, but now... He was, undeniably, at a loss of words. He had no idea whatsoever how to tell his best friend that he...
He hardly knew what. Of course, when consulting Alvin, he was told it was love. Of course that's what his older brother would say. But was he right? He did get butterflies in his stomach when they hung out... and now, he'd started focusing more on his appearance, just for her.
Okay, maybe Alvin had a point. He had a crush on Jeanette. But how did he tell her? Was he even supposed to?
Naturally, Alvin wasn't his first choice for advice. Aside from his teasing manner, his relationship with Brittany wasn't exactly... stable.
But the red-clad imp was all he had.
Sighing, he looked over from his bed to Alvin's, where he lay texting on his iPhone. Maybe he's texting Brittany, he thought.
Coughing, he cleared his throat. "A-Alvin?"
All he received was a pillow, halfheartedly lodged in his direction. Steeling his nerve, Simon tried again. "Alvin!"
He looked up from his phone. "What? Seriously, what do you want?"
The Chipmunk in question coughed again, choking out one word: "Help!"
Alvin smirked. "Oh, the great Simon Seville needs help from his older brother Alvin! Has the Earth stopped spinning?" He gasped dramatically.
Simon scowled. "Don't make this harder than it already is, Alvin."
"Why shouldn't I?" Inquired said Chipmunk.
"Look, how do I tell Jeanette I like her?" He went on as if his brother hadn't spoken.
"Just go to her house, get her alone, and say you have feelings for her. Bing, bang, done."
"That's all?"
"Yep."
"Erm... thanks, A-Alvin." Simon nearly choked on the words.
If only he had seen the smirk painted on his brother's face as he ran out of the room, and to the Millers'.
He waited at the doorbell, moments later. Maybe this isn't so complicated after all, he thought as he waited.
A/N: So, how did you like that? I hope you guys think that was better than the last one. R&R, no flames as always.
Bye for now! -Gwyn
