AN: Right! Due to the overwhelmingnumber of requests I'm going to change the boys back into chipmunks for chapter two! Originally the story was written like that anyway, but due to some ridiculous last-minute decision I decided against it, rushed through the text, and changed everything to human chipmunks.

Anyway, I MUST apologize for the long wait, I know how agonizing it is to start reading a story then never see it finished. This story IS getting finished, I really, desperately don't want to see unwritten stories piling up~ This is a shorter chapter, setting the scene for a longer Chapter Three, but I hope you all enjoy it just as much as you did the last chapter.

As a note, I plan on trying out some ToothCup for my next writing project, but I'll stick to one thing at a time I think :p

On with the story!

Chapter Two: Revelations

In which the writer decides to stop using these chapter-spoiling synopsis-things, and allows the reader to find such things out themselves.

"Hip hip hooray!" cried the muffled voices from the party downstairs. Alvin, however, was too lost in his thoughts to notice such trivial things. "So he's been gay all along, no wonder he doesn't get any girls! This must be what he didn't want me to know..." The eldest chipmunk's thoughts grazed the tip of an iceberg. Going against Dave's will by habit, he wandered downstairs, slipped past people he hardly knew, only talking to the relatives who made an effort to talk to him first. The clock, perched at an angle on the wall, ticked quietly away to itself almost contemptuously among the now-inebriated party guests. Some older ones entertained the masses with old songs long forgotten and silly dances, while the younger ones talked and generally filled the rooms of the house with livliness.

The same could not be said of Alvin.

Theodore was having the time of his life on the desert table; Simon was dutifully making conversation to the older, quieter guests who were grateful for his company. In the end, with no drive, Alvin simply slinked back to his room, climbed his bed and lay on the pillow.

When the party finally drew to a close, past midnight, guests half-walked-half-stumbled from the Seville household and away from what was best described by Dave's mum as "One hummzinger of a shindig!" Theodore had passed out in a bowl of cheese puffs and Simon dragged himself up to his room with tired eyes and an aching headache. Dave merely surveyed what was left of his home after the party – to anyone who hadn't known there was any kind of celebration in the house beforehand they would have summarised that a hurricaine had passed through the house.

Pushing through the ajar door to his shared room, Simon scaled the side of his bed and fell backwards into the embrace of the soft sheets with a relaxed sigh. It was only when the silvery-eyed chipmunk noticed the distinct lack of Alvin-brand insanity in the room that he realised tere was something wrong.

"Al...?" Questioned the teen, yawning and looking over to the other munk's bed through blurry eyes, "Are you alright?" "Huh," thought Alvin, "so it's his turn to make sure I'm okay, is it? Well, he isn't okay if the diary is the truth, I should let him know I'm okay with him being, uh, gay." With a resolve of steel Alvin shifted from the position he had lay in for the past hour, hopping across the desk and leaping onto Simon's bed, landing beside the tired teen. "Yeah, don't worry about me, Si... Are you okay?" Taken aback by this question Simon stuttered his response, "I-'m fine! That, earlier on, it was nothing... Really, I'm good!" But once more, Alvin wasn't satisfied with this answer. A deep breath and a guilty twang of nerves later, Alvin came out with what he wanted to say. "Si, I... I read your diary, and I... I just want you to know, I'm okay with it! You can like whoever you want, I'm never gonna love you any less!" He smiled as he finished his sentence, hoping everything came out as intended.

From the look of sheer shock on Simon's face, coupled with a slight smile slowly making it's way across it, Alvin assumed that everything had.

"Y-you read my diary?! A-and, you aren't... Mad?" asked the middle-child chipmunk, still dazed with fatigue and stunned by the revelation. "Could it be...? Did Alvin really just...?" "Of course I'm not mad! How could I be mad at you for who you are?" The usual, happy Alvin was returning as he reassured his brother. Sure, it was a shock, but nothing he couldn't deal with."A-Alvin, I... I don't believe you're okay with my feelings for you...!"

"What."

"Uhhh, Simon? What on Earth are you talking about?"

"Ohno... Uh, it's nothing! Nothing at all!"

"No, Simon, tell me! What is it?"

"Nononono!"

Alvin pounced on Simon, eyes full of expression as he stared into his brother's. Did he actually say what Alvin thought he said? "Simon, just, stop. Tell me."

"W-well, I thought you had read more of the diary, and I thought you knew, so I-" He was cut off with the gentle touch of Alvin's finger against his lips. "Simon, I asked you to tell me what you said, not your life story!"

Taking the hint, Simon composed himself for the big moment. "Uh, Alvin... I don't know how to say it, but... Yes, I'm gay, but I'm gay for you..."

AN: So, the elusive chapter two! Yay for cliffhangers! Again, I apologise profusely for the wait and once more for the shorter chapter, the next one should be longer! How is Alvin going to react to this? Will he still be as accepting of his brother, or will it all be too much? Find out next time, in Chapter Three: The Aftermath!

Again, please take the time to review and tell me of anything you'd like me to change about the story – after all, I am writing this for you guys, so your opinions do matter!