Ok, I have this entire story finished. I'm not sure if I'm happy with how it turned out (or their personalities), but I'll still post it for the, like, 2 people that wanted me to continue. lol. I just have to reread and fix up the chapters before I post them. So maybe one a week. There's 7 chapters.

Again, I don't own AATC.

Awkward and uncomfortable. Those were the two words that could define exactly what the dinner table had been. Alvin's normally boisterous personality was reduced to silence and even his own jabs at said brother were not to be heard that night. No, instead the two of them received inquiring glances from their brother, Theodore, and their adoptive father, Dave, as the room was swallowed in complete and utter silence; something unheard of in the Seville household.

After dinner and chores he had escaped to the bathroom while his brothers occupied their shared room. He needed privacy and the only semi-private place in the house was the bathroom. Though even that room wasn't completely safe as they all had a tendency to rendezvous in the room with each other from time to time while getting ready. At this moment, however, he was alone with his thoughts as he washed away the day's dirt. But those thoughts were overwhelming as he leaned back against the cool shower wall furiously wiping at the couple of stray tears that escaped the confines he so desperately tried to keep them in.

After a little prodding Alvin had finally confirmed his fears as to why Jeanette ran out of their yard without bothering to even greet him. That moment of confirmation made it seem as if the entire world had come crashing down on him and he felt a mixed amount of emotions inside him. One stood out the most from the rest, though; anger. That's what he poured out on his brother before they were interrupted by a questioning Theodore and told to come inside for dinner.

He was furious with both of them at the time. He didn't even bother to call her no matter that his conscious told him otherwise. The one person he relished speaking with every day he couldn't even bear to hear at the moment.

But now, inside the shower lost in his thoughts, he was broken inside.

He still loved her but didn't know if it was worth the lost trust. The conflict was tearing him apart. His mind shouted at him that this was the end of their relationship, but that pesky heart, the one that was all hers, told him there must be some sort of misunderstanding. She never acted like this.

He couldn't help but wonder if she was regretting what had happened and if it was causing her as much turmoil that it seemed to be causing him. Part of him even hoped that she was suffering even just a little.

He shook his head at his vengeful thoughts as he turned the water off. This wasn't like him.

After drying off, dressing, and walking down the hallway he found himself pausing with his hand above the doorknob to the closed door. Something inside him was anxious and he hesitated, but he finally shook it off before grabbing the knob.

As he entered the bedroom a sudden tension followed him. Two sets of eyes burned into his back as he rummaged around on his bookshelf and pulled out a random book trying to avoid the inevitable. But as he sat down on his bed and propped the book open only for show, he couldn't help but feel the annoyance build as no one spoke and no one stopped staring at him.

"Would you stop staring at me?" He finally spat out.

"Oh, sorry."

"You're fine Theodore," he hadn't meant to offend his kind hearted brother, he wasn't the one that had done anything wrong anyway, "I'm talking to your brother."

"Would you get over it, Simon?" He watched as Alvin turned from putting on his pajamas to confront him. Always the confrontational one. They had their fight outside earlier and Alvin had shouted back that it had been his fault. While what Alvin told him was intended to make him feel better about the situation they found themselves in, it had done just the opposite, it made the anger he felt even stronger.

"Get over it?" Unlike Theodore, he wasn't intimidated by his brother and he stood up to challenge him, starting another fight, "get over my brother being so disloyal to his own sibling?"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"I think it is a big deal."

"Guys!" Theodore sat on his bed obviously agitated by their bickering, just like other days when they fought, "what's going on?"

"What's going on, Theodore, dear brother," Simon spoke nonchalantly addressing his brother's question," is that you should keep Eleanor away from Alvin."

He caught a glimpse of Alvin throwing his hands in the air out of frustration, most likely out of not getting the reaction he wanted, "this is ridiculous."

Of course it was ridiculous, the entire situation had become a ridiculous play of events that shouldn't have happened, "I'm thinking the same thing."

"And I'm thinking if you weren't so uptight it wouldn't have happened in the first place."

He couldn't help but feel the anger build inside him as he saw Alvin's smug look trying to turn the blame for everything on him. The mere thought that his brother was implying he was a terrible boyfriend was unfathomable. If Alvin had been searching for a reaction, he got one, and it was completely uncharacteristic of his reserved nature. His anger finally reached its peak and he couldn't stop himself as he felt his fist connect with his brother's face.

"Simon!" Theodore's scolded as he ran to aid Alvin, whose nose was now bleeding profusely down his face and staining his shirt.

It was a circus after that, returning the house back to some normalcy for it. There was a multitude of curse words followed by Dave seeing all too clear what the commotion was about when he came to investigate. And what seemed like a million tissues later they found themselves sitting on the couch in the den. Alvin with tissue up his nose and holding an ice pack to his face after they figured out his nose wasn't broken.

While part of him felt satisfied that his brother was getting a taste of his own medicine, another part felt guilty and scared as his father stood angrily in front of them. How the man could still make them feel like scared little children he didn't know, but he wished he could learn the secret.

"What's gotten into you Simon? This isn't like you," Dave gestured towards Alvin.

"He deserved it, Dave." Did he just say that? Stupid excuse. But he still showed a look of defiance as he wasn't going to get in trouble for this one.

"I ought to show you who deserves it," Alvin threatened with his head lying back on the couch back. It was just an empty threat and Simon couldn't help but smirk at how pathetic his brother was being.

"Alvin, please," Dave's irritation showing on his face, "what's going on, Simon?"

"I don't know if I really want to talk about it," he replied with a shrug. He didn't want to talk about it, it was something you don't tell your parents. Besides, he was somehow still trying to protect her from unnecessary judgment at the moment. So while his father stood with an angry stance in front of him, he decided to keep his silence.

"Fine." His father had given up after a minute of waiting for him to crack and turned his attention to the other boy, "Alvin?"

For whatever reason, most likely pride, Alvin didn't speak up either. This made their father finally sigh in frustration and defeat.

"Okay fellas, if you're not going to tell me what's going on then you'll be doing some extra chores around here for the next month. Together."

They both groaned, or more like he groaned and Alvin attempted to. Dave had long ago learned that if his boys were fighting with each other the best punishment was forcing them to work together doing chores. He hated the punishment, and he was sure Alvin hated it worse than him. There was nothing in this moment that would ever make him want to work with his brother. Well, maybe nothing but an angry father that still scared them when he was that way as he was normally a very patient and kind man.