So, we're starting this chapter off with Brittany's POV here, and it's only her POV in this chapter that you'll get. Read on...

POV: Brittany


I watched as my two sisters departed in their separate ways looking for any signs of a small, young boy. I hope one of us can find that little devil before all heck breaks loose! I know, I know, I shouldn't call Alex a little devil…but seriously! That child really is a devil! Well, I guess I should say my child…but I still haven't really gotten used to the idea quite yet. I swear though, if he wasn't my own child, he would be dead meat by now…

Taking one last look at my two sisters, I let out a sigh, and walked off into the crowd of dancing people, and began to dodge everything that got in my way. Swiftly glancing here and there, I began to bite my bottom lip. Aw man, I am in so much trouble if I don't find Alex anytime soon! Wait, what am I talking about? He's the one who's gonna be in so much trouble! Not me! Oh whatever, please, please, PLEASE! Just please… I hope that he hasn't done anything bad yet—that word haunts me. The little devil—err, I mean, Alex, attracts trouble wherever he goes; he's like a magnet…a magnet that just so happens to attract, ugh, trouble!

Why? Why did Alex have to be just like him? Well, I guess he's not exactly like him 'cause Al—I mean, he, he drags trouble wherever he goes… I know, call me pathetic or whatever for not saying or wanting to even hear his name…but, I don't know…it just brings back things I don't want to remember and…and it hurts, it hurts too much to even think.

Walking off the dance floor, I looked over at the refreshments area to where Eleanor should've been. Cocking my head to the side, I turned on my heel disappointed to see she wasn't there. Where was she? I wanted to know if she found Alex yet. Huh, but then if she did find him she would come tell me; I guess desperation is starting to kick in. Note to self, this is what happens when you don't keep track of something really important or, in my case, someone really important.

Letting out a sigh, I walked off and back into the crowd of dancing people, looking at their faces trying to find a familiar looking image. Nope, too old, too—that's a girl—again too old, another girl, too old, too old, too old, again too old…WOW! Five minutes have already passed by and I only got like, what? A forth way through, wait, I'm pretty sure less than that actually. Stopping in my tracks, I gazed around at my surroundings. There was so many people! Why did this have to be so crowded? How many people are here? Geez, it's almost as if a celebrity is here…oh, right, there are a few here...that's the whole point of this cruise thingy…I feel really smart…

Continuing on my search, I soon got into my own rhythm of dodging, ducking, and jumping out of the way from those who got way too carried away. If you were watching me, it'd almost seem like I was dancing—almost though. I'm not intentionally trying to dance, I'm just doing what anyone would probably do…that is if that person doesn't mind getting smacked in the face, or having their tail stepped on accidently, then, they have nothing to worry about, now do they?

Walking into a big crowd, I ducked under a swinging arm, only to have someone suddenly step on my heels that I was wearing. Swiftly turning around to see who dare stepped on my heels, I came face to face with a girl that had almost the same color of hair as me, except it was a lot darker. I stared fiercely into the female's dull dark blue eyes. Looking her up and down, I had to bite down on my tongue, hard, from almost vomiting. Almost, though, almost.

Gosh! I swear, whatever happened to fashion sense? This girl, whatsoever, has no sense in fashion! She definitely has no clue of what the word fashion even means! Dropping my gaze at her shoes, I bit down on my tongue even harder. Eww! Those hideous things stepped on my designer heeled shoes?

I heard her gasp and few other gasps follow. I didn't say that out loud, did I? Looking up, I saw two other girls next to her, who, thank goodness, were wearing one of my favorite designer brands out there, and were actually in style! Thanks to them, I actually could stop biting down on my tongue—what a relief too, it was starting to hurt. How on earth did someone like her end up with two friends that had a pretty good sense in fashion? How does that happen? Either way, wouldn't she learn a little something from them that would at least help her choose clothes that match well together? Obviously not.

"Oh my, gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" the girl suddenly exclaimed. So, did I say anything out loud or not?

Twitching my eyebrow at the sound of her voice, wanting so badly to tell her to just shut up and never talk again, I forced a smile on my face and with all the power I had, I spoke as nicely as I could.

"Oh no, it's totally fine. I mean, you only just stepped on my favorite heels and these cost like, a couple thousand bucks, so, no biggie!"

Like I said, I tried to be nice; this is probably the nicest I'll get since she stepped on my shoes with whatever she's got on, but then again, I still don't know if I said anything out loud because if I did then I should be sorry too. Oh, and plus she's being awfully nice, in fact too nice for my liking…but I guess that's better than having her lash out at me, right?

"It's fine? Okay! Well here's a tip I think you should know: Next time you should watch where you're walking 'cause it wasn't really my fault that I stepped on your shoes, okay?" She said smiling all happily and giggly-like.

Dropping my jaw and widening my eyes to the point where they could just pop out, I just stood there gaping at her. Oh no she didn't! Did she really just say that to me? Really? Honestly? Does she know who she's talking to? NO! She DOESN'T! Seriously, you do not tell people they need to watch where they step when it's your own stupid fault! Okay, okay, calm down Brittany, don't waste your time with this crazy girl who clearly doesn't know what fashion is or what a tip is. At least she didn't say it rudely, and lucky her because if she did, I probably would've just strangled her to death. Now get yourself together, say your goodbyes, and leave already! That was a brilliant idea, why did I not think of that before?

Quickly shutting my mouth and blinking a couple times, I forced another smile to curve on my lips, "I'll keep that in mind." And with that, I turned so my back was facing them and began walking off.

"Oh if I ever see her again and she gives out another stupid so called 'tip', I swear I will explode! She should take her own 'tip'. Ugh, and her voice! So annoying! How do her friends listen to it? I would rather go deaf than have to listen to her, too bubbly, high-pitched, retarded, fake sounding voice! Oh this is just great! I'm talking to myself!" I muttered under my breath, feeling like a lunatic.

"I can't believe you're actually dating him!" I heard a voice exclaim behind me.

Taking a quick glance behind me, I saw I was only four steps away from the girl and her two friends—still in hearing range. Rolling my eyes, I fixed my gaze in front of me. Oh, she's actually dating someone! Big whoop! Who knew she could actually attract a guy? I thought she could only attract doorknobs!

"So, are you and your hot celebrity man a real thing now? Like officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet? Or is he still kind of keeping his 'distant', if ya know what I mean," another voice said, making me slow down my walking.

Okay, whoa, hold your horses there. Did she just say celebrity? That girl's dating a celebrity? Like, a real live famous guy? Okay, now this girl's got me curious on who she's actually dating… I pretty much know all the celebrities out there, so I knew the chances of me actually knowing who this girl was dating was really high…plus I wanted to know what doofus out there would actually take this girl to dinner… I know I really shouldn't eavesdrop, especially when I don't know who this girl is, and when her voice is really annoying, but…maybe I'll listen for just a little bit…wait no, I shouldn't…but then again—NO! I will not: I'm supposed to be looking for Alex.

Turning around, I headed back over to where the girl was and walked off to a big group next door to where she was standing. Alright, I give in; this is really dumb and by far the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life, but I have to know. Who knows, what if it's him who she's actually dating—ha that's a joke. Slowly I began dancing, trying to blend in with the group. Either way, if I was dancing or not, I'm pretty sure the girl and her two friends wouldn't notice because they seemed too caught up in their conversation.

"Well, I'd like to say we're a real thing now, but, he still says we're not," the girl said to which her two friends gasped.

Gasp! Oh my, what she just said is not much of a "gasp" thing. I hope they know that.

"Yeah, I know right?" the girl frowned.

"Well, at least you're actually dating him. I mean, plenty girls out there would love to be in your shoes right now," one of her friends said.

Alright, say his name already. Who on earth is this "him"? It had to be someone who's extremely famous if tons of girls would want to be in her spot, although, I must say all celebrities out there are really famous and, cute, I might add.

"Tons of girls want to be in my shoes right now? I didn't know these shoes are that good…" The girl dropped her gaze down to her shoes.

I rolled my eyes in disgust. Not only does she not know what fashion or what a tip is, she's also dumb! No one would actually want those hideous things she's got on her feet.

"No, no, that's not what she meant. She meant girls would want to be in your spot, like you know, date him," the other friend explained.

Who's "him"? Say it already! My eyebrows furrowed. What am I doing? I'm totally getting caught up in a conversation that shouldn't even be my concern, and shouldn't I be looking for my own kid? He is a lot more important. That's it, I'm leaving. Taking a couple steps away, I turned back around and went back to my spot. Just kidding, not after I hear his name.

"OH! That's what you meant!" the girl exclaimed.

Of course that's what she meant you retard! Okay, you know what, I'm just going to leave already, and this time, I'm serious. What was I supposed to be doing anyway? Oh. My. Gosh. How did I forget?! I just barely told myself that I'm supposed to be looking for Alex, and just like that, forgot. Way to go Brittany! You really did it this time! Mentally slapping myself, I began walking off.

"Of course that's what she meant; I mean you are dating Alvin," one of the friends said matter-of-factly.

I stopped right in my tracks. What? Is she talking about…him? Or is she talking about some other guy that just so happened to have the same name? Shaking my head, I began walking off; I've got to find my kid. Glancing back at the girl, I scowled. He wouldn't ever date a girl like her, right? Whatever it's not my concern…oh but I really want to know! Slowly I began to slow down my pace, walking really slow... I had to know or else it was going to come biting back at me for the rest of my life.

"Yeah, and it's not just any Alvin, it's the Alvin Seville," the other friend of the girl's, said.

Suddenly just like that, I felt like the air escaped my lungs and I couldn't breathe. My feet wouldn't move and my heart began to…ache. Okay, I changed my mind: I don't want to know...why did I ever let myself get caught up in this conversation anyway? Maybe they're lying? Yeah, they're only kidding around—

"I know! He's so amazing! Alvin Seville, I love you!" the girl suddenly screamed out.

Then again, this could also be the truth…You know how some say that the truth hurts? Well, it doesn't just hurt, it kills…and it's killing me on the inside. Whoa, wait, why am I even feeling this way? I got over him a long time ago! At least I thought I did…no, I did get over him…didn't I?

Slowly I fixed my gaze on stage and on him. He looked so happy singing his heart out. He has the perfect life now. I guess he has moved on and, is, I guess…happy…that's a good thing though. After all, it was me who ended the relationship. It was nice to know we could've had it all…maybe. I wasn't even sure anymore. What we had was real...for me at least. Never will I ever find someone like him. Gosh! I sound like I'm giving a speech at a funeral! But breaking up with him was truly the hardest thing I've ever done, but it was for the better; if he knew or found out, he would probably screw me over and—and I didn't want him to think of me as a mistake. That'd hurt too much. If he ever found out now—I don't want to be there to see his reaction, heck no…it still would hurt too much…he might—

"Brittany!" a voice behind me suddenly exclaimed, distracting me from my thoughts.

I whipped my head around only to meet a sparkling pair of familiar brown eyes. "Oh, hey Eleanor. You know, I was looking for you earlier," I said as I walked towards my sister, remembering I was actually looking of her.

"Oh...I went to look for Jeanette because I couldn't find him anywhere by the refreshments area, but then I couldn't find her so I came and looked for you and now, here we are!" Eleanor chirped happily.

"You couldn't find Jeanette?" I questioned catching that part.

She shook her head. "Nope, now…I have a question for you," she stated, pointing a finger at me.

"Go on…" I said, pushing her finger away, which she just rolled her eyes.

"Right…so...what are you doing? Shouldn't you be looking for your son?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow, folding her arms.

"Oh my," I said while face palming my forehead, I forgot all about him—again. "Sorry, I got a little distracted and forgot…" I trailed off remembering the reason to why I got distracted.

She shook her head and just chuckled. "Right, I see you got your sights set on that guy, right there," Eleanor said while pointing at the red capped male onstage.

"Ha! Do you really—" but I cut myself off seeing her raise both her eyebrows and folding her arms knowingly. "Yeah, but he's already taken," I shrugged, looking as seamless as possible.

"What?! What do you mean?" she asked, cocking her head to the side curiously.

Looking over at Eleanor, I thought carefully at my choice of words and said, "I…overheard…a girl saying she was dating him."

She lifted her eyebrows. "What girl?" She immediately began looking around her.

"That girl," I said while grabbing Eleanor's head and directing it at the girl that accidently stepped on my poor, precious heels earlier.

I noticed Eleanor's eyes widen and her jaw drop a little. "What?" I asked, glimpsing back to the girl. There wasn't anything that significance there at the sight. Unless, maybe Eleanor had seen what I saw with her fashion—which I highly doubted.

Eleanor looked at me, then at the girl, then back at me.

"What?!" I exclaimed, getting impatient.

"That girl looks just like you!" she blurted out.

"What?!" I shrieked looking back at the girl.

What in the world was my little sister thinking?! That girl over there does not, I repeat does not look like me. Nope, nope and nope; never ever will she look like me. How could Eleanor say such a thing? She must've hit her head or something!

Suddenly Eleanor burst out laughing. "I was kidding Britt," she said, which I just gaped at her in response. "Well, sort of," she said looking back at the girl.

"Sort of? What do you mean, 'sort of'?" I demanded also looking to the girl.

"Well, sort of because when I first looked at her, she sort of resembled you, but when I got a better look at her, not so much anymore. I only said she looks like you just because she kind of looks like you, and plus I wanted to see your reaction if I were to say that." She looked back at me with an apologetic smile.

I gaped at her for a second then shoved her with a scoff, "You almost gave me a heart attack! Gosh! What is wrong with you?! Trying to kill me?"

"Well, maybe…" she said, smiling sweetly at me.

"Oh whatever," I scoffed, grabbing her arm. "Come on, we still have a 'mission' to complete," I stated, remembering we still had to find Alex, also wanting to forget about the information I overheard.

She nodded her head, but before anything else could happen, everything onstage just went haywire. The sound of electricity echoed throughout the room and smoke began to rise from the corner of the room. Everyone just stopped what they were doing and all attention was on the stage. The lights began to flicker a little and everyone crowded together to try and get a better look at what happened and to see if the boys onstage were okay.

As if on cue, I looked over at Eleanor and she looked over at me at the same time. Her expression was full of concern and worry flooded in her eyes.

"Come on." I motioned for her to follow and she nodded.

Squeezing through the crowd, I tried as quickly as I could to get to the front of the crowd, which Eleanor followed right behind me. Finally making it to the front of the crowd, I ignored making eye contact with any of the boys onstage, and my gaze followed where the smoke was coming from, making me widen my eyes, then face palming my forehead with my right hand.

Of course! Who else caused this racket other than Alex? Far in the corner of the room, where the smoke was coming from, was where all the chords and plugs were for the instruments. And standing directly above those tangled chords, was a small young boy. The boy was holding a cup of water pouring it on the chords and plugs, a big grin plastered on his face. Oh I've seen that smile too many times in my younger days.

"Do you see him?" Eleanor questioned following my gaze. "Oh," was all she could say once she saw.

Suddenly a girl dressed in a long purple dress dashed over to the young child, and scooped him up in her arms. When she turned, she searched the room and made eye contact with me with questioning eyes. Recognizing who it was, I pointed over to the direction to the table in the corner where we once sat at earlier and mouthed, "Meet us over there, okay?" and nodded at her for confirmation, which she nodded back at me and swiftly walked off. Looking over at Eleanor who was standing next to me, she nodded at me understandingly and once again, we squeezed our way through the crowd.

When we made our way out of the crowd, I gave a sigh of relief when I saw my purple clad sister holding a small child, already sitting at the table in the corner. Thank you Jeanette! While fast walking, Eleanor and I made our way through the other tables blocking our way and met up to where Jeanette was.

As soon as I arrived, the small chipmunk boy in Jeanette's arms reached out his arms towards me wearing an innocent smile, giggling.

"You little…" I said returning his smile and rolling my eyes while picking him up to which he hugged his arms around my neck tightly, wrapping his legs around me tightly also, and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Jeanette, you are a lifesaver!" I praised, to which she blushed shyly in response.

"What are sisters for?" she said reaching over and tousling the hair on the now sleeping child in my arms. That was fast…

"Aww!" Eleanor suddenly cooed. "Hey, umm, guys? Hate to break the moment, but I think I'm about ready to hit the sack, and I know he agrees," Eleanor said pointing at Alex who was of course, already fast asleep in my arms. "What do you guys say?" Eleanor said yawning a little at the end.

"Agreed. Today has been quite the…" Jeanette said trailing off a little looking over at the stage where smoke was still rising. "Day…" she finished, sagging her shoulders, looking back at Eleanor and me.

Flashing glances at Jeanette then Eleanor, I stood up still holding Alex. "Well then what are we waiting for?" I questioned which they also stood up.

"I don't know, but how about we go before they find out that it was your kid that caused all of this mess, agreed?" Eleanor said pointing over at the crowd.

Jeanette and I followed where she was pointing and glanced at each other before nodding our heads. "Agreed," we said in unison.

Eleanor nodded before walking off, Jeanette and I following right behind her. Before exiting the room we were in, we all took one last glance at the mess that happened tonight and smirked at each other before walking out.

Our room was at the far end of the ship, so it took about five minutes to get there. When we finally arrived in our room—we shared one—we all got ready for bed and did the normal stuff like changing and brushing our teethe, but I couldn't change because Alex wouldn't let go of my neck. He just kept hugging onto it. Even with the help of Eleanor and Jeanette, he wouldn't let go. After about twenty minutes of trying to pry him off of me, we gave in…again. So, he's sleeping with me tonight…again. I don't even know how he clings onto my neck without letting go; he's got quite the muscles and he definitely didn't get his strength from me…but I don't mind him sleeping with me. To be honest, I actually sleep better with him next to me, keeps him out of my mind.

Sighing, I went over to the window we had in our room and looked outside, watching the waves slowly crash against each other, as the moonlight's reflection glistened in the waves.

Eleanor got settled into her bed and sais a quick "Goodnight girls!" before falling asleep just like that.

Jeanette and I gave each other glances, shaking our heads, laughing at how quickly our baby sister fell asleep. But maybe she wasn't even sleeping at all. The nighttime was the only time we all could have our own chance to listen to our minds without any disruptions, lately.

"Do you want the lights left on?" Jeanette asked, hand on the switch to the lights.

I shook my head and she flicked the switch before heading over to her bed and saying goodnight to me. Saying goodnight back to her, I closed my eyes before opening them back up at the sound of guitars, drums, and someone speaking through speakers blaring through the walls. Smirking grimly to myself, I headed over to my bed, and got into a position so I wouldn't be squishing Alex, who clung onto me still.

Kissing Alex's head, I ran my fingers through his tousled hair and closed my eyes. I listened to the music going on as the memories drifted back into my mind, causing the silent bitterness to fill my mind. I finally fell asleep with the image of him, burning in the back of my mind.


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