Okay, Sorry for the wait, but here you have it;even if it's a little shorter than I'd hoped.
And it's also good to know that the girl inspiring Susan Haey is now able to read this :D Luv ya, cuz!
Enjoy ;)
On the way back from the concert, Alvin filled Simon in on what had taken place just moments ago with Susan Haey. Mostly, Simon was worried about the fact that Susan didn't let Alvin finish what he was saying before interrupting him.
'It's obscene how rude she is,' Simon insisted after Alvin told him that he wasn't focusing on the bigger picture. 'I don't remember her very much, though,' he added, 'just that she was always hanging around you.'
Alvin nodded. 'She was always so…' he tried for the right words. 'I-I'll go with "clingy".'
Simon smiled knowingly.
'What I'm really worried about is that she basically kissed me where cameras might be,' Alvin pointed out in exclamation.
'Nothing could get out to Australia, though, could it?' Theodore asked. Alvin turned to his youngest brother.
'Not directly, but Jeanette's got this thing on her e-mail –'
'It searches for anything to do with "Chipmunk".' Simon interrupted his older brother. 'But she say a lot of the stuff she gets is junk, so she hardly checks it.'
'Yeah,' Alvin said, slumping down on his seat with his arms folded, 'but she can check at any given time.' He looked up at Simon. 'Especially since she'd be missing you like you were the sun,' he added slyly. Simon frowned a silent warning at Alvin, who chuckled.
'Maybe you should call.' Theodore put in again. 'fix things up with this Susan before they get the news.'
'Call Susan?' Alvin asked. 'Or Jeanette?'
'Try… Brittany?' Theodore offered. 'That's who you're really worried about, isn't it?'
Alvin sighed and nodded his truth. He missed Brittany so bad, and wanted to assure her over and over that he wasn't going to just ditch her behind her back. Because, he honestly thought he couldn't.
The car pulled up at Dave's and they headed inside, Dave went straight to the music room to work on a new song for the album. Rain fell softly outside and Alvin and his younger brothers made their way to their room.
'Look, Alvin,' Simon stated before they'd entered the bedroom, 'I'm going to leave you alone in there, okay?' He asked. 'I want you to call Brittany, please make her see that she did something wrong when she hurt you. I can't stand seeing you like this.' He admitted, smiling a little and shrugging.
Alvin gave half an un-enthusiastic smile back and pushed the door open.
He took out his phone as he heard Simon telling Theodore to stay away for a little while.
Alvin sighed and typed in the number, but his fingers (or willpower) just wouldn't give to letting him punch the numbers. Instead, he deleted the number and typed it again in hopes of convincing himself to do it.
Why couldn't he? It was only Brittany. Plus, she wasn't here to yell at him with that fierce determination Alvin had come to hate. It would be easier to call, right? Maybe...
'Alvin's been in there for an hour.' Simon remarked blandly , trying to read, but failing with worry. 'A whole hour. He hasn't even spoken.'
'Okay, Si,' Theodore chided, getting annoyed at this happening every ten minutes while he was trying to enjoy a cooking show, 'I didn't even ask,'
'I know, but a whole hour.' Simon continued. 'What is he, dead or something?'
Theodore looked at his older brother incredulously. 'Dead? That's really what you think?' He turned back to his show and said softly; 'he could be asleep.'
'Right!' Simon exclaimed unnecessarily, making Theodore jump. 'I'm gonna go check on him.' And Simon left the room. Theodore rolled his eyes and turned back to the show.
'What's he worrying about?' Theodore mumbled to himself. 'It's just Brittany.' He suddenly realized what he'd said and nodded. 'Oh…'
'Alvin, this is insane!' Simon called as he knocked on the door the third time. 'Let me in my own room!'
He sighed and leaned against the door, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes, trying to convince himself that it was okay.
'Theo thinks you're dying!' He called as a last attempt. It was a lie, but he had to make sure.
'I do not!' Theodore yelled back. Simon flinched at being caught, then stormed to the front door, pulling out a key from a drawer.
'He's being so immature,' Simon told himself and whoever else was listening. He trooped back to the bedroom and opened the lock, swinging the door open, he saw Alvin staring at his phone's screen, not moving to press 'talk'. Although, when the screen darkened, he lit it up again.
'Alvin,' Simon sat beside him, 'have you even tried to talk to her?'
'No.' Alvin shook his head. 'I don't know if it's the fact that I'm tired, or the fact that I'm hell scared of what she'll say to me, or the fact that I'm a complete wreck right now, but I just can't HIT the EFFING BUTTONS!'
'Okay, okay,' Simon pulled the phone out of Alvin's grip and typed in the number. 'Just press the big shiny 'talk' button, okay?'
Alvin glared at Simon, who smiled back before pressing it for him and thrusting the phone to Alvin's ear.
The look of shock on Alvin's face almost made the situation funny, but Simon left the room for Alvin's privacy before letting loose a chuckle of satisfaction.
'Brittany?' Alvin asked into the phone as it picked up.
'It's Jeanette, sorry, who's this?'
'Alvin,' Alvin sighed, a bit disappointed, but a little relieved. 'Is Brittany there?'
'N-no,' Jeanette said slowly, unsure, 'she's gone to the park with Ellie.'
Alvin nodded. 'Okay… um… tell her to call me, will you?' He pleaded. There was along and almost painful pause.
'Sure.' Jeanette finally answered. 'But, uhm… I want to know who this… 'Susan' girl is…'
'You…' Alvin stammered. 'H-how do you know about her?'
'Read the newspaper, I just got it through email.' Jeanette explained. 'Who is she?
'She's completely not important, okay? I promise,' Alvin insisted, 'there's nothing going on over here that either you or your sisters need to worry about. Especially Brittany. Don't mention it. To her.' Alvin hurried, 'Actually, don't even think about it, it's so not important. Okay, gotta go, bye!' He hung up and breathed out a sigh to release tension.
Alvin walked out of the room, past Simon and gave him the phone. 'Done.' He smiled, before walking off to the bathroom.
'Caught cheating: Will he ever stop?' Alvin read, scanning the newspaper with distaste as it went on to explain how he, Alvin Seville, was cheating on Brittany with a dark-haired beauty named Susan. 'I hate that girl.' He announced through gritted teeth.
'I'd like to meet her,' Simon said casually, leaning back on the sofa. Alvin whacked him over the head with the newspaper. 'Ow?'
'Take it back,' Alvin warned, aiming the paper at Simon menacingly, as it was now rolled up and ready to strike, 'take it back right now or you will live to regret it!'
Simon chuckled and leaned back again. 'Okay, I take it back.'
'Good.' Alvin sat back. ''Cause you never know when she might come after you.'
Simon laughed, but then the doorbell rang.
This chapter was fun to write, as Im not really used to having Alvin and Simon talk normally together, so I might have ended up portraying Simon as a lot more comical than he usually is. But hey.
Reviews 'd be great, thnx!
(Also, look out on youtube, 'cause I'm gonna upload the long-lost episode soon: Sploosh)
