A/N: Here's the next chapter of Fairytales Aren't Real. And here's what you all have been waiting for! Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews. They definitely keep me writing and updating. So please, R&R! Oh, and I only own the plot and my OCs. Just in case you were wondering.


Amber sighed as she waited on Rocky to come out of the changing room.

It was Friday and apparently God had heard Drew's pleas about an early spring break and granted everyone who attended Amber's high school two weeks out of school then a week of spring break due to the fact that their school was being investigated.

Unlike everyone else in her school, Amber was actually disappointed that someone had been murdered after school hours-well everyone was upset that someone had died but the person who was killed was a stranger and those kinds of attacks weren't uncommon. She was looking forward to taunting Gigi about Alvin Seville's engagement and since she only saw the devil in the school hallways she would have to wait three weeks to taunt her. Of course it wouldn't be the same since Gigi would've had some time to cool down after hearing about her celebrity crush's engagement.

"Amber, how does this look?"

Amber snapped out of her trance and smiled at her friend's clothes choice. "It looks great Rocky."

"You think I should get it?" Her friend asked again.

Amber shrugged. "Your choice."

"What's wrong with you?" Rocky asked. "You're normally such a Becky Bloomwood when we go shopping."

A smile came across the auburn hair chipette's face as her friend referenced the main character in the Shopaholic books by Sophie Kinsella. The character was known for buying items even if she couldn't afford them. Although unlike the character, Amber mostly picked out clothes for Rocky and Drew since like the character she had no money. Though her lack of funds was due to her mom's job.

"This is why we're friends." Amber told her.

"Because we make references to books that I've read and you've seen the movie-which was complete and total crap by the way- or that we both love shopping?" Rocky asked.

"Both. And that movie was awesome."

Rocky shook her head. "Nope, sorry. It sucked. You have horrible movie taste, fyi."

"Thanks for the newsflash, but you know I have a love for crappy movies." Amber reminded her. "The ones that were based off of a book but completely ruined it, the ones that are predicable-mostly romantic comedies- and then of course there are the ones that just flat out suck but you love them anyway."

"What movies are in category three? I understand one and two but three I have no idea about."

"'All About Steve' starring Sandra Bullock and Bradley Cooper is great example. It was so bad it was funny." She said.

"Why do I hang out with you?" Rocky asked.

"Cause you love me." Amber told her with a smirk.

The brunette nodded. "Yeah, of course I do. So, since I love you and want to hear your opinion, what do you think of this outfit?"

"It looks fine Rock."

Rocky turned back to the mirror. "Just fine!"

Amber rolled her eyes. "Sorry, I'm not in the shopping mood today. My mom's been depressed lately, I can't make fun of Gigi,"

"You think I don't want to make fun of Gigi?" Rocky interrupted her.

"I know you do, Rock. I'm just feeling kind of out of it today." Amber replied.

Rocky turned and gave her friend a sympathetic smile. "Why don't you pick out something? I still owe you a birthday present."

"You bought me a hat." Amber pointed out.

"That was two dollars! You mean so much more to me than that!" Her friend exclaimed.

"Thanks for the offer, Rock. But I'm fine with my hat."

"If you say so." Rocky said, still sounding unsure.

"I think I'm going to go check on Drew. You mind?" Amber asked.

The brunette shook her head. "Go ahead. He's probably lonely out there all by himself anyway."

Amber left the dressing room and joined Drew where he was sitting on a bench in the store.

"People have been judging me." He informed her.

"You're a teenage boy sitting outside the girl's dressing room. I don't blame them." Amber replied.

Drew sighed. "I need to get guy friends."

Amber nodded. "Agreed. They need to be cute though."

He rolled his eyes. "You know if I get any guy friends you aren't allowed to date them, right?"

"Why can't I?" She asked.

"Because you're my best friend that's a girl and if you and the guy break up it'd be awkward."

"Can Rocky date him?" Amber asked.

"Okay, I don't even have a guy friend yet!" Drew exclaimed.

Amber smiled. "But if you do get one, can I go out with him?"

Drew sighed as he scanned the store. "Hey, isn't that Gigi and her followers?"

The chipette followed his gaze and sure enough there was Gigi and her brain washed minions. An evil smile came across her face as she turned to Drew. "Care to join me in the teasing or would you rather watch?"

"I think I'll go get Rocky then meet up with you." Drew told her. "She won't want to miss this."

She nodded in agreement. "Okay. See you soon."

Amber stood up from the bench and walked over to where her blonde nemesis was browsing through clothes. "Hi Gigi." She greeted her in a sing-song voice.

"What do you want, Miller?" Gigi asked, her voice containing more venom than usual.

"Just wanted to know if you heard the great news."

"You finally found a life?"

"Sorry G, that's something on your to do list, not mine." Amber replied.

The blonde rolled her eyes and moved to another rack, Amber following her. "I'm not in the mood Miller."

"I just wanted to know what you thought about Alvin Seville's engagement to that beautiful tennis player."

"She's an actress." Gigi snarled.

Amber folded her arms across her chest as a smirk came across her face. "I'm guessing you don't like her?"

"I just can't believe the nerves of her. Stealing my man,"

"Wait," Amber cut her off. "Your man? Isn't Alvin Seville like twice your age and then some years?"

Gigi shoved her nose upwards as she turned away from the chipette. "True love is not limited to age."

"Did you hear that from Charlie Sheen or some other creepy, famous pervert?"

"Laugh all you want Miller, but one day you'll see me going down the red carpet arms locked with Alvin Seville and an enormous diamond ring on my finger."

"Yes and one day you'll see me walking on Mars with the Queen of England and Elizabeth Wygul." Amber replied dryly.

"Hey guys," Rocky greeted as she and Drew rejoined Amber. "What's going on?"

"Gigi just invited us to her future, imaginary wedding to Alvin Seville." Amber informed them.

"Do I have to wear a fake suit, an imaginary suit, or a real suit?" Drew asked confused.

Gigi ignored his comment. "I never said anything about a wedding Miller."

"No it's fine; we're busy that day anyway. We got a unicorn baptizing." Rocky informed her.

"And then a leprechaun bar mitzvah after that." Amber added.

"Gigi, are you coming?" Debbie asked from where she stood with Phoebe in the entrance to the store.

"Be right there." She told them before she turned back to Amber and her friends. "I just wanted to say Miller that I hope your mom and you don't get evicted right before your birthday. I mean it must be hard for an uneducated woman who is lacking a husband to pay the bills. And the fact that the new tailors just opened and has been taking business from her can't be helping."

It took everything within Amber not to punch Gigi right in the jaw. Not only did she bring up the fact that Amber's dad left-at least that's what Amber assumed happened to her dad, since her mom and aunts refused to tell her anything about him-but she also brought up that her mother didn't go to college and didn't have the greatest job in the world. Of course there was some truth in her words. Business had been slow for her mom; therefore money had been tight for the family.

"We'll be fine." Amber growled through clenched teeth.

"Just making sure." Gigi said before she turned around and headed towards her friends. "Bye Miller, bye Gregory, bye Monroe." She tossed the words over her shoulder as she walked, speaking in the same sing-song voice Amber used earlier.

"It's Montez!" Rocky shouted after her causing many other people in the store to glare at her.

"What? It's rude to call someone by the wrong name over and over and not even care!" She exclaimed.

"Ignore them Rock." Drew ordered before he looked at Amber. "And you need to too Ambs."

"She insulted my mom." Amber growled.

"She's trying to get under your skin. Get back at you for insulting her crush on Alvin Seville. She knows your mom and your home is your weak spot so she's using it to get to you. And you want to know the worst part? You're letting her do it!" Drew told her.

Amber sighed in defeat. "I know, I know. I just hate this."

"Can't your Aunts help?" Rocky asked.

The auburn headed chipette shook her head. "Mom's too stubborn and proud to take anything they offer her."

"Well, it's like Bob said." Drew said. "Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright."

A smile came across Amber's face. "Thanks Drew."

"No prob, girlie." He replied before his phone began buzzing. He pulled it out of his pocket and groaned.

"What is it?" Rocky asked.

Drew let out a frustrated breath. "I have to go meet future step-mom number five."

"Are they engaged?" Rocky asked.

He shook his head. "Nah, but you know my dad. He marries them quickly then already has the divorce papers ready before the honeymoon."

"Quick question, how much plastic surgery has this one had?" Amber asked.

"Only a boob job."

"Wow, that's a big step up from the usual bimbos he marries." She commented.

"She's only twenty-three though." Drew replied.

"Ouch, minor step down for Dr. G." Rocky said.

"I'm seriously considering going and living with some other family member." He said.

"Who would you live with?" Amber asked. "I mean your mom is in jail, your older brother lives in Canada, your older sister is at UCLA, your mom's family lives in Alaska, and your dad's family lives in Turkey."

Drew shrugged. "I don't know. Anywhere is better than here with my dad and his wife that'll be gone before I even know where she's from."

"What's this one's name?" Amber asked.

He grimaced. "Katie."

"Well you have fun meeting Katie, Rock and I have a date with the attic." Amber said.

"Can I help you?" He asked in an almost pleading voice.

"Sorry, bud. You got to go meet Katie." She replied.

Drew sighed as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "Fine, I'll see you guys later."

"Bye Drew." Amber and Rocky chorused.

He suddenly stopped and turned back to his friends. "Hey Rock, can I live with you?"

She shrugged. "I don't see why not. My parents barely even notice me at home so I highly doubt they'd notice you living with us. Though avoid Jonathan. He tends to be a tattletale."

"It's so hard to find a good butler these days." Amber said as she sighed dramatically.

Rocky scowled as she looked away. "Shut up."


"Remind me why I agreed to this?" Rocky asked her friend as she shoved another old cardboard box to the side.

The two girls were currently in the Miller's attic. They weren't sure what Brittany wanted them to do so they were just going through boxes and deciding what they thought was worth keeping and what could be classified as junk.

"Cause you love me." Amber replied though she too was wondering why Rocky would voluntarily sign up for this.

She wiped away some cobwebs and noticed a box in the back corner. They had already gone through all of the boxes that had been stacked on top of it and all of the ones around it. She let out a sigh knowing they were close to being done as she grabbed the box and hauled it over to where Rocky was going through old clippings of Amber's grandmother's glory days.

Amber knew her mom and aunts didn't like talking about their mom so Amber didn't ask about her often, but the few things Amber did know about her made her believe she was an amazing person.

"I still can't believe your grandma and your mom were in bands." Rocky said as she looked through the articles.

"I know, but Miss Miller was pretty cool. Even though I never really knew her." Amber replied. "Mom I have no idea about."

"The only thing my grandmother did was have fifteen kids." The brunette said. "And that's not cool, just stupid. Then my mom married someone rich and ignores her only kid. Again, stupid."

Amber shook her head as she examined the box. In sharpie written block letters were written, "CRAP FROM THE PAST" on the side. The chipette immediately set to work opening the box, wondering what could possibly be in it.

Inside were several magazines with her mother and aunts on them, CDs, newspaper articles, photo albums, some photos that had either fallen out of the albums or were thrown in by themselves, and several other things. Although, none of these items interested Amber. She knew they probably should, but she was focused on something else.

It was a book. The cover seemed to be faded and she could tell it had seen better days. She tentatively reached into the box and touched the book cover, running her finger along the spine that seemed to be coming apart. She finally pulled the book out and rested it in her lap. She wiped off the dust off the cover revealing the title, "The Story of You" and at the bottom there were nine words. Written by Jeanette Miller and Illustrated by Eleanor Miller.

Amber was shocked. Of course her aunt wrote books for a living and was pretty well known but she had never heard of this book before. And she certainly didn't know her other aunt had illustrated one of the books. Normally, Jeanette had a professional do it. Heck, Amber didn't even know that Eleanor could draw.

She lifted the cover and flipped the page to find an inscription.

"Rock, come here." Amber said as she looked up from the book.

"What is it?" Rocky asked as she sat down next to Amber.

"Listen to this," Amber said before she read aloud, "To our beautiful niece, in case there is ever a time when we are not able to tell you the story of how you came to this world, here it is. We love you more than anything else and we wish you a happy sixth birthday. Love, Aunt Jeanette and Aunt Eleanor."

"The story of how you came into this world?" Rocky questioned.

Amber didn't hear her friend's question though. Her breathing had become shallow and she could hear her heart thudding against her ribcage. This was familiar to her. She nervously flipped the pages until she came across the beginning of the story.

There was a little girl who was asking her mother to tell her a bedtime story. She recognized that it was her and her mother from the illustration.

She flipped the page again, still ignoring Rocky's voice. This time on the page was her aunts when they were younger. She recognized them from one of the pictures that were hanging in the living room. With them though were three boys who she didn't recognize.

Amber scanned the words on the page, desperate to find answers. Then it hit her. Memories flooded back into her brain of when she was younger and her mother used to tell her the bedtime story of when she was younger and in a band. The boys from the previous page were Brittany and her sisters' friends. Except the one in the red was Brittany's boyfriend.

The color drained from Amber's face as she struggled to keep her breath steady. Her dad was Alvin Seville. Her uncles were Simon and Theodore Seville. The guys who were in the band 'Alvin and the Chipmunks,' and starred in the TV show "Living With the Sevilles." The guys that she had always made fun of.

It all made so much sense now. All those years, Amber's mom wouldn't let her listen to their music or watch their show. And whenever news about them came on she would always change the channel. And the other night when Alvin Seville's engagement was announced, her mother locked herself in her room for the rest of the night.

It couldn't be true though. How could Amber be the daughter of someone famous? She knew her mom was in a band. She knew they were dropped by the record company and everything they had earned during their performing years was lost when they were trying to keep their mother alive. Did they really used to perform with the Sevilles though? Did they really date them?

Of course it was written in black and white though. Her aunts had dated Simon and Theodore. Her mom had dated Alvin. Not only had she dated Alvin, but she had slept with him. Amber was the result of two high school students sleeping together and forgetting to wear protection. Of course, Amber had really always known that. The only thing that changed was that her father wasn't some random guy she would most likely never meet. He was a famous actor and musician she would definitely never meet.

"Ambs, are you alright? What's wrong?" Rocky's voice brought Amber back to reality.

She hadn't realized that she was crying until she wiped away the tears with her arm. "Read this."

Amber shoved the book into Rocky's arms and hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she waited for her friend to finish.

Rocky looked up at Amber, her brown eyes filled with confusion. "Your dad is Alvin Seville? Like the famous Alvin Seville? The one in the band with his brothers?"

Amber wanted to snap back at her something like, "No the one who flips burgers for a living with his sisters." But she couldn't open her mouth. She simply nodded her head.

Rocky threw her arms around Amber in a hug. "It's okay, Ambs. This is a good thing. You found your dad."

"I'll never meet him though." Amber pointed out, trying her hardest not to start crying again.

"Well, there's a bright side to this."

"What?" Amber asked.

"Gigi's going to flip when she finds out."

Amber stood up abruptly. "No! No one can know about this! Not Gigi, not my mom, not my aunts, nobody!"

"Amber calm down. I was just trying to cheer you up. We can keep this between you and me." Rocky told her.

The auburn haired chipette fell to her knees in front of where the book laid. She had just discovered too much information to digest.

"I need a nap." She finally spoke up.

"You want me to finish up here?" Rocky asked.

Amber shook her head. "Nah, it's fine."

"Alright girlie," Rocky said as she stood up. "Call me when you're ready to talk to someone."

"I will."

"Promise?"

Amber nodded, slightly annoyed with her best friend at the moment. "I promise."

Rocky hesitated a moment before she gave Amber a farewell hug and left her all alone in the attic.


"Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay. Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wanting some more what. Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up?"

Amber reached over and grabbed her ringing phone, still half asleep. "Hello?"

"Amber, it's me." She heard Rocky's excited voice on the other end.

"Hey Rock, what's going on?" Amber asked as she sat up in her bed.

"I'm outside. I need you to let me in."

"Kay, I'll be right there." She mumbled before she snapped her phone shut.

Amber sat on the edge of her bed, fully dressed and still half asleep.

It suddenly all came back to her.

She found the book and all the other crap from her mom's past in the attic. She found out who her dad is. And he just happens to be one of the most famous people in the world.

Amber sighed. If her life wasn't complicated before, it sure as hell was now.

She forced herself to her feet and went to let her friend inside.

"Happy early birthday!" Rocky exclaimed when the door opened.

Amber cocked an eyebrow. "What the heck are you doing?"

"Let me inside and I'll explain."

Amber stepped aside allowing Rocky to enter the tiny home.

"You want anything?" Amber asked as she shut the front door.

Rocky sat down on the couch. "Nope, I'm good."

The auburn haired chipette joined her friend on the couch and looked at her expectantly. "So what's all this about."

"Happy early birthday." Rocky said again as she pulled an envelope out from her bag.

Amber groaned. "No, you already bought me the hat. That's all I want."

"Please, just accept this too. Trust me Ambs, you want this." Rocky pleaded.

After a couple moments of Amber glaring at her friend, she sighed in defeat. "Fine, hand it over."

Rocky let out a squeal of excitement as she passed over the envelope, trying to stay calm.

Amber ripped open the envelope and froze when she saw what it was containing. "A plane ticket to Los Angeles."

She looked at Rocky in disbelief, but the brunette's grin just grew bigger. "Wait, there's more."

"No Rocky. This is more than enough. I mean,"

"Trust me, you want this too." Rocky promised as she pulled out something else out of her bag. Amber recognized it as another airplane ticket. "I'm coming with you!"

Amber tackled Rocky in a hug as tears spilled from her blue eyes. "I can never thank you enough for this."

Rocky squeezed her friend in return. "No thanks needed girlie."