Chapter 2: Meeting Them

Brittany's POV:

I don't know what time it was. About midnight perhaps? I just couldn't sleep. Every single time I closed my eyes, I'd immediately think of the Chipmunks, and that bothered me a lot. I still didn't like the idea of fake dating them. I was still shocked that they even agreed to that. I groaned and rolled over again. This night was going to take forever wasn't it? I slipped down from my bed and crept off into the darkened hallway.

I heard Ian snoring off in his room, so I tiptoed lightly as not to make a sound. I walked out toward the balcony. It was a hot summer night in L.A., and we were basically in a Hotel. We actually lived in New York, but Ian dragged us here a week ago. Now I understood why. He probably made this plan a while back ago.

My stomach turned around and flopped. What if Alvin or any of the Chipmunks hated me? What if they made me look stupid at when we broke up? I couldn't stand those thoughts. They made my head pound. I looked at the mirror. I saw a girl with messy straight auburn hair that hung down when it was usually up in a ponytail; her eyes were sky blue and gleamed in worry, with bags underneath. I groaned. I couldn't meet them looking like this.

I shook my head and my small pink nose twitched. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. One in the morning, just peachy, huh? I threw on some jogging cloths on (that were pink of course) and walked out of our hotel room. I looked in the mirror one last time as I placed my hair up in a bouncy ponytail. I looked inside. The bags were starting to go away. I sighed, that was good. Maybe if they weren't really gone I could use make up or something to cover them up?

I jogged around the block when I couldn't sleep. Usually it got me tired enough to just collapse and fall asleep from the work, other times it got my mind up and ready to go for the next day. Either way I needed it to do something for me now. I glared off into the starry night before I bumped into something.

"OUCH!" I heard two voices exclaim, both high pitched. One belonged to me, the other to someone else. I rubbed the sore part of my head and looked up to see two golden brown eyes. His hair was up in a cute yet messy way and he glared at me. Actually glared, someone seemed to be in a bad mood huh?

"Watch were you're going!" He gasped brushing some dirt off his red sweater with a golden A written on the chest. My eyes widened, I knew that… was this… it had to be him. The same eyes, hair, that same perfect brown fur. Alvin Seville was actually standing right there, towering over me.

"Well sorry," I exclaimed in a rude tone before I could stop myself, "Just because you're famous doesn't mean you have to be some kind of freaking punk!" He looked taken back for a second before he glared at me with his mouth in a tight line. I glared back holding the steadiness.

"Just who do you think you are?!" He roared hands clenched in fists I noted. Ha, serves him right for being just an idiotic brat!

"Brittany Miller you idiot!" That shut him right up. That actually kind of shocked me. Did Alvin know that I was to be his future fake girlfriend? If he did, then maybe he was thinking what I was. What a start for a grand relationship. Alvin yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Oh my gosh I'm sorry Brittany it's just….," He yawned again, "I'm just so tired. But nevertheless, move out of the way." I giggled and messed with his hair to annoy him. He glared at me and I smirked.

"Say please Mister Bossy." I said.

"FINE! PLEASE MOVE OUT OF MY FREAKING WAY!" He growled and pushed me aside. I sighed; well at least I'm tired now. I was just a different kind of tired. Tired of him already.

It had been a couple hours and I awoke from under my cozy covers. I thought back, I went on a jog last night hadn't I? I really didn't remember what happened. Maybe it was just a dream or something. I looked down to find not my pajama's but my jog cloths on. Nope, not a dream. I sighed and glanced around the room, Jeanette and Eleanor were already up and gone, so I knew it was passed nine. I got out of my bed.

"Brittany where did you go last night?!" Jeanette demanded as soon as I walked into the room. I sighed.

"I don't know," I muttered sleepily. Seriously though, I didn't remember. That usually happened, I was just so tired that I couldn't register in my mind what happened and there for, I had no memory of it. I heard Jeanette sigh.

"Does this jog your memory?" She said throwing me a newspaper I gave her a lost look. "Read it." She said gently. Nervously, I glanced at the paper. Nothing unusual until… oh my god. What the heck?! That couldn't be right. What if Ian or Dave saw this? I was done for. Both me and Alvin.

The Headline was: Alvin Seville and Brittany Miller in LOVE?! Underneath was a picture of me messing with Alvin's hair, and he seemed a bit mad, but then at a second glance you'd see a barely visible smirk on Alvin's face. I didn't remember this at all. I must've been really tired.

I didn't bother to read the article. I just fell onto the couch.

"Don't show Ian," I said with a serious tone. Jeanette looked at me.

"We have to Britt-," I cut her off with a glare. She looked at me behind her thick lensed glasses helplessly.

"Don't. Tell. Ian." I growled again. She nodded slowly and Eleanor watched with big green emerald eyes. She sighed and then a smile curled on her face. I glared at her and she shrugged it off.

"No wait that could make the fake relationship more believable!" She shouted clearing up the mists of annoyance. I sighed.

"Yeah, I suppose…," I trailed off. "What time is it?"

"Nearly noon." Jeanette shrugged. I gasped. Noon was when the boys were coming. My ponytail was messed up, my make-up hadn't touched my face yet and my clothes were muddy and ruined. I ran from the couch and into my room. I threw cloths around. I had to make a good impression. I found a nice pink sparkling dress that just reached passed the knees with a silver B on the chest to match Alvin's A. I placed my auburn hair in a nice ponytail and put on some lip gloss and mascara.

I heard a soft knock on the door and Ian walked out in the hall.

"Morning Ian." I said stiffly. He nodded acknowledgment to me and continued to walk to the door. I felt my stomach do flips. I was way nervous. I was finally going to meet my inspirations, the ones that made my sisters and I realize just how much we wanted to be famous. I walked toward the door where Jeanette and Eleanor sat on the couch. I joined them.

All three of us looked both excited and worried. Ian opened the door and a man walked in. I assumed that we were Dave Seville. I nearly passed out nervously but caught myself in time. I fiddled with my dressed and fluffed up my tail a bit. I flipped my hair nervously hoping I looked good.

Three small figures walked in. One tall and slim with a blue sweater and black glasses, I know that was Simon, Jeanette's favorite and her soon to be fake boyfriend. I saw her eyes widen and she held back a smile. Simon looked at her with sapphire eyes and waved.

The next to walk in was a plump boy with wide emerald eyes and an innocent look on his face with a big green sweater. Theodore was Eleanor's fake boyfriend and her favorite. I glanced at her face. All big wide smiles and Theodore grinned widely back.

That's when Alvin stepped in. His brown fur looked glossy and groomed. His hair was ruffled to perfection with a cute breath taking smirk on his face. His eyes were a nice golden brown and his tail twitched lightly as he glanced up at me. I mustered all the courage I could take and stepped forward to him. Did he remember last night at all…?

"Okay so each one of you grab your fake girlfriend or boyfriend and go somewhere to be alone. We need each of you to get to know each other a bit to make the relationship more believable," Dave said rubbing his hands together. Alvin's and my eyes met and I blushed lightly. He reached out and hand and I took it.

I dragged him out into my room which had cloths flung everywhere. I bit my lip embarrassed and kicked the clothes into the closet.

"Sorry about the mess," I mumbled as I placed the remaining cloths into the closet before I turned. He had made himself comfortable on a chair and he patted the one next to him. I smiled and sat down. "So….,"

"So….," He copied awkwardly. A silence filled the room and I shrugged.

"So what's your favorite color?" He grinned at me and gestured to his shirt. "Oh yeah red…, um… mines pink of course." I smirked.

"Pink?" He glared at the dressed. I gulped, was there something wrong with that?

"Y-yes…?"

"I HATE pink." He snarled. I glared at him roughly.

"Well I hate red!" I growled back flicking his nose. He glared harder and folded his arms slumping in the chair. I felt my stomach turn. Not the best way to make a first impression but right now I was too filled in my own rage to care.

"I don't give a crap right now Alvin. We need to get along because this relationship won't work out if we fight and the fans will know its just a big fake. SO JUST SHUT UP!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. Alvin seemed a bit shocked at being screamed at, hand on his heart before he sighed.

"Fine Britt!" He growled out glaring at me again. I was about to say something before I closed my mouth shut. Britt? No one has ever called me that before. I looked at him with gleaming sky blue eyes and I saw his blush a bit. I didn't take the blush to heart, probably just my mind playing tricks on me.

"Erm…. Britt? I've never been called that before…," I said feeling my cheeks heat up in realization. He had given me a pet name, hadn't he? Alvin blushed harder. He hadn't even realized it either! Maybe this relationship won't be so terrible after all… wait, what am I saying?

I curled my hands into balls. No I don't want to be in a relationship with Alvin, even if it is fake. Oh but of course there was one problem.

I sort of did want to be in a relationship with Alvin Seville.