Brittany rolled over for what seemed like the hundredth time that night as the tour bus swayed gently towards the right. She hated trying to sleep on the bus. No matter how tired she was, she always had trouble falling asleep. She listened to her sister's gentle breathing the small bunks above her. One of the boys, Theo most likely, was snoring in the bunks across the aisle. Sighing, she pulled back the curtain of the bunk and jumped to the floor.

'Tea, perhaps,' she thought as she silently made her way towards the front part of the bus where she could make a cup. 'Maybe then I can finally sleep.'

The sliding door made a soft creak as she pushed it aside revealing the living area of the bus. The lights were off, but the gentle glow of the tv filled the room. She rolled her eyes when she saw Alvin sitting on the leather couch. His eyes were wide and panicked, like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. His cheeks were stuffed with what Brittany assumed where cheeseballs given the bright orange crumbs that littered the front of his red hoodie with its signature yellow 'A' on the front. Scattered around him were several candy wrappers, an empty soda can, and more than a fair amount of crumbs. Brittany took a deep breath and simply jumped up onto the counter where there was a Keurig and cups. Alvin was a slob, always had been, and Brittany felt that she should just be used to it by now.

"You're not going to say anything?" He asked as she pushed one of the coffee mugs into place.

"About what?" she countered, carefully selecting a bag of Chamomile tea to add to the cup.

"Uh...the mess?"

"Would me saying anything make any difference?" she asked, turning on the Keuring and patiently waiting for her tea, her back towards the messiest chipmunk ever. Alvin didn't answer, but after a moment, she heard a rustling sound. Glancing over at Alvin, she watched in amazement as he threw wrappers into the trash. By the time her tea was ready, he was sweeping up the last of the crumbs. Somewhat impressed, Brittany carefully filled one of the chipmunk sized teacups and carried it over to the couch and took a seat. Gently blowing on the tea, she looked up and started watching the prank show that was playing on the tv. Alvin had the tv muted, but the subtitles were on.

Suddenly, however, the channel changed and she was now watching QVC. She looked around and spied Alvin scooping out his own cup of tea; the remote resting on the counter beside him.

"You don't want to watch this," she commented, not sure what Alvin was up to. He shrugged his shoulders as he came over and sat down beside her.

"No, but you do." His face was serious as he took a sip of the tea. As he swallowed he made a face and turned toward Brittany. "This tastes like grass."

"Chamomile is a flower actually," she corrected, holding in the small giggle that was forming in her chest.

"Still tastes like shit, Britt." He muttered, taking another sip.

Brittany's shoulders shook with a small amount of laughter and she smiled. Leaning back into the couch, she turned her attention back to the tv. She watched as the ladies modeled a selection of necklaces and rings, but she found herself thinking about Alvin. True to his word, he hadn't pulled a single stunt in the first two weeks of the tour. In fact, he had been kind towards her and the rest of the crew. True, they had often gone back and forth with a few zingers, but it had all been in good humor and fun.

She glanced over at her companion and took in the sight. He was leaning back against the couch, just like her, sipping tea that he hated, or so he said and watching a channel that Brittany knew bored him to tears. Yet, he was doing it all without complaint and without her asking. She turned her attention back to the show and smiled. She liked this side of Alvin. The side that was caring and thoughtful. The side that wasn't a jerk.

Brittany felt her eyes growing heavy as she finished the last of her tea. She couldn't even remember what was for sell on the tv anymore as her eyes finally began to close. Someone took the cup from her hands before she could drop it. The action stirred her from her almost sleep just enough for her to realize Alvin was setting both empty cups to the side.

"Thank you," she muttered as sleep began to take her once more. She felt an arm wrap around her as Alvin pulled her to his chest. The part of her that was still awake knew that she shouldn't lay on him, but the other part, which was exhausted from their long day, pointed out that Alvin's soft hoodie was much more comfortable than the firm mattress of her bunk.

"When did you get to be so nice?" she asked as she snuggled in closer.

"Little by little," he said. "Since the day I met you."

Brittany wasn't sure if the last part was real or if it was a dream as sleep finally took its hold.