Author's Note: This chapter contains narcissistic tendencies.

"Theo, could you turn off the light?" Alvin yawned as he turned away from its source. "Theo?" Alvin asked as his request went unanswered. He turned to nudge his brother only to find himself alone in his own bed. As he looked around he realized he'd overslept.

Truth be told, he didn't like having his own bed. He missed waking up to find his brothers sleeping next to him. Even if they woke up before him, he'd appreciate their warmth on a cold night like this one. He missed their talks before going to sleep. They'd always talk about simple things like how their day went and what they wanted to do on the next one, but that was all gone now.

As he became more self-conscious he looked back at the rest of the week. He saw himself trying to get guys to say how awesome he was by showing them tricks during lunch. He also tried to get the girls to admit he was cute by being romantic towards them. As the days went by, he kept things up, and they all kept giving him complements, but even though he liked it, he found himself yearning for the attention of more people.

He wasn't sure as to why he kept things going the way they always were after having such a strong determination to change. He had been wanting to leave that crowd for days, but he couldn't pull himself to do it, and the more he thought about it the more he felt anger towards himself, so he decided to tell Simon about it.

He got up from his bed and went to the restroom, taking a quick glance in the mirror to make sure he still looked good. He looked alright, but he didn't see why so many girls went crazy over him. He saw himself as equal with his brothers, so all this extra attention seemed rather undeserved.

He proceeded to take off his hoodie, lifting it with one hand, but he stopped when he looked at his image once more. Beneath the red hoodie lied a slim body, a body with a figure he had never bothered to admire before. It changed everything. Without taking his eyes off the mirror, he slid one hand under the hoodie, feeling the bumps each rib placed on his body. His body was soft to the touch, his fur warm, and his eyes fixated on his body's reflection. He wasn't ashamed to admit it, he looked good, but he thought it would be best to keep his hoodie on, fearing that other people might think he wasn't eating right. He turned to leave, but took a quick glance at his body once more. He gazed at his rump. It took a while for him to notice, but he was checking himself out. He blushed as he felt the extent of his actions. He was feeling a bit creeped out at himself, but he loved it. He wanted him to himself, and that's how it was. He slowly approached his reflection as he heard a voice call his name.

"Alvin? Alvin are you there?"

It was Brittany. She'd become a nuisance to him ever since they started living together. He thought it would be fun living with a female of the same species who found him attractive, but he turned out to be mistaken once more. She didn't just like him, she was obsessed. Snapping out from his trance he replied,

"Y-yeah. I'm just . . . uh.. I'll be right out."

"I just wanted to know if we're still on for later tonight."

He had completely forgotten about their plans for later that evening. It is important to note that neither of them considered it dating. 'Going out', she'd call it, but it was pretty clear that her intentions were more than friendly. She was hoping they would grow into something more, but it was clear it was never going to happen. He wouldn't mind going though, he just had other plans.

"Actually, Britt, I was planning to study for our test on monday, believe it or not." Alvin chuckled, hardly believing those words came out of his mouth. "If you want you can go with Theo, I'm sure he'd like to go."

"Can't you do that tomorrow?"

"But tomorrow's our show."

"Oh, right." Sighing, she asked, "Are you sure Alvin? It's not gonna be the same without yo- wait.. you? Studying? If you didn't want to go you could've at least said so!"

Alvin remained silent. He didn't know what to say. He was being honest. "B-but Britt-" he stammered as Brittany interrupted.

"I don't want to hear it."

He saw her shadow leave. He sighed.

Little did he know, she wouldn't speak to him for the rest of the day.

He turned to face the mirror once more. He approached his reflection and licked it on the cheek. It felt right. He tried to think nothing of it.

While everyone was out, Simon supervised Alvin's studies. He was supposed to keep him focused on his work, free from distractions, but the moment Alvin brought up his morbid and abnormal affiliation and urge to live in the past, Simon became interested as well.

"The only thing I can conclude is that you suffer from low self esteem, Alvin."

"But how can that be? Everyone loves me!" Alvin said, aggravated at the situation. 'Am I really that insecure?' he thought to himself. He didn't know who he was anymore.

All in all, he was just glad to be home. It was the weekend and he wouldn't go back to school anytime soon.

After he was done with his studies, he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water only to hear Dave's tablet beep. A notification had popped up on a website. It was their manager asking him to post some content of the chipmunks to their social networking site.

Alvin had never used Dave's tablet before, but he figured it couldn't be that hard, so he scrolled through the website and touched the screen where it said "Add photos/video" some options popped up and he touched the screen where it read "use camara/webcam". He quickly thought of a pose, took it, and uploaded it. And almost instantly, he got tons of complements for it, one of them in particular caught his attention, so he took a notecard from the desk and quickly wrote down the person's name followed by some 'less than threes'. He took a picture holding the card up on his chest, uploaded it, and it got even more attention. Everyone wanted a personal one made, and his inbox was instantly filled with people wanting to be his friend. He had conversations from people all over the world. He felt good, he felt his self esteem boost up, but he quickly compared it to what Simon had said earlier.

The only reason he was doing it was to feel better about himself, just like how he was trying to impress everyone at school, so he shut down the tablet, scared for his need for approval.

Going back to real life the next day seemed almost unreal.

Why would he ever want to leave home again when everything he ever wanted was online, just waiting for him?

Author's Note: I'm not sure if this should be marked as a new story or as chapter 2 of this one. What do you guys think? Is it related?