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-BrittanySeville18
Pulling apart after a few more seconds, both boys were quiet. Simon's eyes scanned Alvin's face for anything he could read. Searching for anything that would make his heart soar, or make it drop.
Dancing in his eyes and playing across Alvin's face were two things. There was shock in his facial expression, and confusion in his eyes. Simon's eyes widened and he immediately dropped his head, feeling shame and embarrassment at his sudden action.
"I-I sh-should." Simon motioned to the door with his hand and climbed off Alvin's bed slowly. He went over to the door and unlocked it. He glanced at Alvin, but only for half a second before opening the door and leaving, shutting it behind him.
Alvin blinked, not having reacted all that much physically as he watched Simon leave. Did I do something wrong? Did I kiss wrong? Alvin's eyes widened in shock as the realization that Simon had been his first kiss sunk into his mind. Ho-ly nuts! And, does he regret it? This makes no sense...I don't know what to think now...Wait! My brother just kissed me! Alvin laid back onto his pillow with a heavy sigh.
Sleep was definitely not coming tonight.
* * *
There would be no sleep for Simon that night either. The younger chipmunk staggered back to his room, knees shaking the whole way. He bit down on his lower lip and kept his tears at bay. His stomach turned over and twisted itself in knots as he climbed back into bed.
How in the world would he be able to face Alvin come morning?
The look on his face was still clear as day in his mind. That image would never be erased from his memory. Simon was sure Alvin had enjoyed the kiss the second he pushed back, embracing him. But once the heat of the moment faded, he realized something––the way Alvin had jumped up from his mattress.
He'd just woken up. He was half asleep when I forced myself on him. Simon clutched at the sides of his head. God, I'm so stupid.
* * *
Despite the brothers' worries, they managed to drift off into an uneasy, dreamless sleep. It was very late in the night when this occurred; they had more or less blinked and the sun was already above the horizon.
Wonderful, thought Alvin.
Terrific, thought Simon.
A guilt-ridden Simon finally moseyed out of bed once he realized trying to sleep would be useless. He quietly stepped out into the hall and made his way down the stairs. The rumbling of his stomach was pretty much ignored. It still felt as if he'd been kicked in the gut. A glass of milk would suffice.
Soon after Simon, Dave and Theodore entered the kitchen for breakfast. Alvin was still absent––not a shocker for anyone in the room. But the sight of Simon at the table not partaking in a healthy breakfast (he hadn't even finished his glass of milk) was.
"Feeling all right this morning?" Dave asked, filling up his mug with coffee.
"I'm fine," Simon managed, "didn't get enough sleep is all."
"Oh. Well, if you need to, you can go back to bed. I don't think we'll get much lawn work done today with the storms moving in."
I can't believe I forgot. Simon kicked himself mentally. Dave only mentioned it yesterday morning.
"Don't worry Dave, I'll be fine."
Alvin made his way into the kitchen as Simon's words came out. He stopped dead in his tracks as he came around the corner. The two brothers' eyes met. And just as fast they averted. Dave and Theodore looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
Today was going to be interesting––for everybody.
****
Cleaning the house was something to do instead of the yard. Each chipmunk did individual parts of the house. Theodore the kitchen, Alvin the den, and Simon the bathroom.
There wasn't much to do in the den besides vacuum, and straighten up the table. So, once Dave saw he was done, he had him go and clean his room. Rolling his eyes and mumbling under his breath, Alvin grudgingly made his way upstairs.
Simon was coming out of the bathroom just as Alvin walked by him. Not paying attention, then bumped each other. The materials Simon was carrying fell from his arms and landed by his feet. Alvin looked at him, avoiding eye contact as he bent and helped pick up the materials.
Simon moved to help, neither spoke or met the others eyes. It was a simple brush of their hands that sparked a static shock from the contact, both their faces to heat up and made Alvin react first.
Handing Simon the stuff quickly, Alvin stood and hurried into his room, shutting the door behind him. Simon sighed and went to put the stuff up. Great, now I scare him away. Just wonderful...Going into the kitchen where Dave was helping Theodore clean, Simon put the materials back into the cabinet he had gotten them from. Dave noticed his withdrawn attitude again instantly.
"Are you sure you're alright, Simon?" Dave asked. Simon looked at him and smiled forcefully.
"Yeah, Dave. Just a littled distracted is all. And tired." Simon answered with a half shrug.
"OK, well, did you finish the bathroom?" Dave asked. Simon nodded. "Well, it's about twelve thirty, why not go and take a little nap?" Simon sighed and nodded, making his way back upstairs. He heard things being moved around loudly in Alvin's room and the occassional sound of stuff being broken. Despite everything, Simon couldn't help but chuckle at Alvin's typical personality.
He went into his room and shut the door softly, planning on taking a nice long nap.
**
Alvin had been cleaning the unknown area of under his bed. Not caring what was there, he just jammed it all into a garbage back and got to work on the rest of the floor. His unnatural cleaning was in hopes of distracting himself of what had just happened. Glancing at his hand, he wondered if the shock had been for real. The blush that had stained his cheeks had definitely been real.
What am I wasting my time thinking about it for? It's not like it should matter...but, I wonder if Simon felt it too...No! Bad Alvin! Stop thinking about it! Alvin hit his forehead and got to work finishing his room.
***
Simon lay on his bed, heart pumping furiously, mind going a mile a minute. He knew full well what he––they––felt in the hall was no static shock. It was something more. A blush crept back to his cheeks thinking about it. Alvin felt it too. He could've responded to the situation in anger. Or disgust.
But he didn't.
Alvin had blushed; his pupils dilated in that second before he pulled back and raced off to his room. Like he was afraid of something. Never in a million years would Simon be able to strike fear into his older brother. There had to be something else behind his reaction.
Lack of sleep finally started to catch up with the brainy chipmunk. A yawn managed to sneak past his lips. His eyelids suddenly became very heavy. I'll have another talk with him... after a bit of rest, was his last thought before falling into a much-needed sleep.
* * *
In the room opposite of Simon's, it was another story altogether. Alvin now paced back and forth in front of his bed, he had finished cleaning his room early---to his dismay. Even with the immense fatigue his body was racking up, the older chipmunk was nowhere near ready for sleep.
He blushed too––I saw it. I knew he felt whatever I did. So why won't I go into his room to face him this time? He's already approached me twice now...
A knock came at the door.
Speak of the devil!
Despite the butterflies (roughly the size of eagles) in his stomach, a smile spread across Alvin's face instantly. "Come in," he called.
The door opened with a slight creak and in walked Theodore.
"Teddy?" Alvin's face faltered a little. "What's up?"
"Nothing much," said the youngest chipmunk as he quietly walked further into his big brother's room. "Are you and Simon fighting again?"
This question surprised Alvin a bit. "Huh? Whaddaya mean?"
"Neither of you have spoken, or even looked at each other, all morning."
"There's no fight going on," he reassured Theodore and began to ad-lib a story. "We're umm... just trying to stay out of each other's way––for now. Giving each other a little space 'til we uhh... cool down."
A look of relief washed over Theodore. "Oh, that's good. I thought I heard you two fighting again last night."
"Nah," lied Alvin, putting his arm around his brother's shoulders. "We were only discussing a solution to our problem. We'll see if it works."
****
Simon woke up a few hours later and rubbed his eyes. He sighed, trying to remember what it was he had planned to do when he got up.
There was a knock on his door. He sat up and put on his glasses.
"Simon?" it was Alvin? Simon then remembered he had planned on talking to him. "Simon, are you up?" Simon considered feigning sleep if it meant avoiding any further chances on frightening or grossing his older brother out.
But the idea came too late because Alvin had opened the door and let himself in. I should have locked it. Simon sighed mentally and looked at his lamp. He could feel his heart beat increasing and his hands began a light trembling.
Alvin climbed onto his bed. "Si?" Alvin head was low as was his voice. Simon looked out his window, praying for something or someone to stop whatever was to come. "We need to talk."
