Hello again
I know the first chapter was confusing but bear with me. Everything will sort itself out, you just have to look and remember.
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~~Happy Birthday~~
Alvin found his youngest brother in the den, sitting in the dark with a tissue pressed to his nose.
He'd come down the stairs originally to find Dave and, perhaps, a touch of breakfast displayed in bright chromatic bowls. However, he expected, and therefore was not at all surprised, to find neither. Alvin hadn't physically seen the music producer in what seemed like forever and Theodore hadn't touched a cooking utensil in weeks.
What he had found though, placed dutifully in the middle of the kitchen table, was a cake.
Small and grody , the misshapen lump of flour and egg seemed ,to Alvin, stranded in the wide expanse of furnished mahogany. A shitty pink Island on which the words "Happy Birthday!" had been applied in shaky cursive. Messy cherry icing dribbled over the sides, but otherwise (and this is what irked him) the little cake was largely untouched.
And so, Alvin had sought out Theodore who had managed to bury himself almost completely into the thick fabric of the lovers seat. Theodore who had, for reasons unfathomable to Alvin, not gotten dressed for school or had bothered to lift the thick blinds that sent the whole house in darkness. Theodore who no longer smiled and no longer laughed.
From what Alvin could see, these days the youngest Seville only cried.
And not in the loud evasive way either, but in the suppressed stifling way that thickened the air and sunk its silent lethal claws into everything. Alvin was almost ashamed to secretly wish for the former. He had never been any good at comforting Theodore, that was Simon's job. Simon who he had not seen since their…conversation upstairs.
Alvin stood awkwardly in the entrance of the living room where he went unnoticed. From here he could just make out his brothers hunched profile and the unsteady rise and fall of his back. Sometimes, Alvin wondered if, perhaps, the Theodore in front of him was not Theodore at all, but instead a demon playing dress up in his brothers skin. A frail sickly monster who moped all day and passed up cake.
His phone vibrated.
It was Ursula, or, at least a reminder set by Ursula. It meant get going. It meant he was going to be late for school.
Alvin glanced once more at Theodore and felt his insides deflate. Felt all the fight bleed out of him. He couldn't deal with him today. Turning away, he made a mental note to at least mention this to Simon. The fact that the other chipmunk was not still here trying to coax a smile from the youngest Seville meant that he probably had something to do with it.
But then, what was his ownexcuse?
Alvin went back past the kitchen and out the front door and for a moment followed his feet's memory to toward the garage- until he remember Ursula's most recent text.
"Car in shop." It had proclaimed.
And he had since missed his bus, that meant he had to walk.
So Alvin walked. For old times sake.
Alvin walked pretending the dull ache in his chest would leave once his meds kicked in.
Just to clear some things up:
Its the Chipmunks birthday, for those who didn't catch that in the 1st chapter.
And this story is written in Alvin's pov which means we only know what he knows.
So if its still confusing-dont worry. He's confused too..
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