And yet another chapter. Go pikachu master! Total fun to write with! So, hope you all enjoy this chapter and please review!

-BrittanySeville18


"Alvin, I'm not in the mood to talk." Simon answered. Ironic, since I had been planning to talk to him for a while...

"Alright, fine. Don't talk. Listen?" Alvin asked. Simon shook his head. "About last night-"

"Alvin, not right now." Simon sighed, running his hands over his hair.

"Well then when!? When will we talk about it?!" Alvin demanded.

"Never!" Simon shouted. "Never! Alright!? Just forget it!" I refuse to see that look on your face and in your eyes. The fear in your actions.

Alvin was shocked into silence, he blinked quickly. Simon sighed and hesitantly met his eyes. Alvin shook his head slowly, looking hurt. "Si-"

"Alvin. I'm sorry, really. It's just..." Simon let out a breath. Come on, Simon. You have a superior knowledge on this stuff, why is it so hard to word this to him? Tears threatened to fill Alvin's eyes.

"You, ah..." Alvin whispered. "You..regret it?" Simon wasn't sure what shocked him more, Alvin's question, or the sudden watery affect his eyes had taken. Please...Alvin thought sadly. Please, Simon. Don't regret it...

"Well, uh..." Simon cursed mentally. Talking to Alvin was getting harder by the minute. Alvin waited without outward patience, while his mind was going haywire with fear and hope. Simon scanned Alvin's face, knowing his answer had to be based on what his eyes were saying, in order to avoid hurting or scaring him.

His eyes, it was hard to read past the faint visible tears that were showing. He looked deeper, and he winced faintly at the fear he saw. He sighed, "Alvin..." said Chipmunk's eyes saddened immensely. "I, uh...I can't answer that."

"Why not?" Alvin asked instantly, once his answer left his mouth.

Simon struggled for his words. "Well-well. I read, that incest, an intimate relationship with family members, is illegal and looked down on..." Alvin's eyes widened slightly.

"Incest?" Alvin asked, confused. Simon nodded. "That's...What we did wasn't intimate, Simon!" Alvin hissed sharply. "It was a kiss! It was just lips to lips! There's nothing intimate about it!"

"I know, Alvin." Simon let out a breath.

"Why won't you just answer my question? Stop building the suspense." Alvin's voice lowered so much, it confused Simon. "Do you regret it?"

"Yes. Alright. I do, happy now?" Simon asked, removing his glasses and cleaning them. Alvin's lower lip trembled slightly and he let out a shaky breath.

"I-I..." Alvin's throat was choked with tears. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of Simon. Instead of trying to answer, he climbed of his brother's bed and left his room before Simon had reapplied his glasses.

Looking at his closed door in shock, Simon sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Yes. Alright. I do, happy now?" God, why did I say that? It was like he was hoping for me to say No. Alvin, you're so hard to read sometimes.

Halfway down the hall, Alvin's vision blurred over completely. Tears streamed freely down the sides of his face. A terrible burning sensation started in his chest. His stomach churned and his head suddenly began to ache; he could feel his pulse in his temples. Thankfully, he was able to choke back the sobbing until he reached his room.

Dave listened to the footsteps overhead as they made their way from Simon's room to Alvin's. No arguing, no fighting, or any kind of trouble-making whatsoever. Maybe his sons were finally able to work out their differences.

The boys were probably resting up now, they'd been hard at work all morning. A big lunch together and an afternoon at the movies was certainly in order. He started toward the kitchen to prepare their favorites.

The poor fabric of Alvin's pillow, over the course of a few minutes, was completely soaked through with tears, saliva, and snot. Alvin planted his face deep into the soft material, nearly suffocating. He wanted to keep his heartbroken sobbing to himself. The usually smug and proud chipmunk would never be able to live down the moment if his dad or brothers walked in on him in the state he was in. Completely humbled.

Never before had he felt such utter rejection. Even when Brittany had broken up with him (any of the several times she'd done so) he'd been more angry than anything else. But this––being turned down by someone even closer than her––was so unbearably painful. He felt death would be very much welcome over the torment that had been dumped on him over the past day or so.

Was it really so wrong to love somebody like this? Who would it hurt, really? Why did it matter what others thought about ones happiness?

...Wait... Why am I reading so much into this? It was one kiss. Just one.

God, he was so confused now. All of his thoughts were jumbled together. One kiss opened a floodgate of emotions he never knew existed for Simon. He couldn't think about it all now, he didn't want to.

He wanted to get along with his brother and stop the fighting, but at the same time depended on it as well. They'd fought for so long it was almost like second nature. A certain––albeit unorthodox––form of communication. When they were younger, Simon typically would let the personal jabs roll off his skin, as would his brother. Nowadays, even the most insignificant slight would cut deep into teenage years, Simon thought bitterly: why can't we go back to the way it used to be? Why are we putting so much thought into all these meaningless insults?

Simon rolled uneasily on his bed, putting his glasses back onto his night stand. He too had been crying since Alvin left his room. If we'd not taken this fighting so seriously, we wouldn't be like this now. Our apparent feelings for each other would still be buried deep within our subconscious thoughts. We wouldn't be in so much pain. I love you, Alvin... I really do. But I don't think I can take back what I said. I don't want you to think I'm just saying it because I feel guilty.

It was true. Simon felt guilty as hell for putting Alvin through so much pain. But he loved him with all his heart.

"Fellas! Lunch is ready!" Dave called from the bottom of the stairs. Theodore smiled, having helped Dave with the meal.

Alvin didn't moved from where he lay at first. Sighing, he eventually sat up and wiped his face. He knew, he'd have to wash his face before going downstairs. Climbing out of his bed backwards, he turned and went over to his door. He opened it slightly and watched Simon leave downstairs. Relieved, he went into the bathroom.

"Hey Simon. Have a good nap?" Dave asked. Simon nodded sullenly as he ate silently.

"So, Simon. Have you and Alvin made up?" Theodore asked as Alvin came into the kitchen. Simon knew Alvin was in the same room now but he was more focused on the question. He wasn't sure how to answer Theodore's question. Saying no would make them worry, but saying yes would be lying, and he knew they'd suspect something sooner or later.

"I already told you, Teddy." came Alvin's voice, strong and full of confidence like usual. He went over to Theodore. "There's nothing to worry about." He reassured, sitting next to him, across from Simon. This was unusual, since they always had a pattern.

Everyone noticed, but thought nothing of it, except Simon. Feeling a wave of emotions tackle him at Alvin decision, Simon lowered his gaze and ate his lunch sullenly. Alvin chanced a glance at Simon as Dave sat his plate in front of him, and felt the sting of his rejection all over again, he too lowered his gaze.

"So, boys, I was thinking," Dave started, they looked at him in unison. "Why don't we all go and see a movie?" They all smiled at the idea. "Since you've been working hard, I thought it'd be a good reward."

"Oh! OK, Dave!" Theodore exclaimed happily. "But nothing too scary." He aimed that comment at Alvin, who merely chuckled and resumed his lunch.

"Alvin, Simon?" They looked up at their names. "You guys like the idea?"

"Sure Dave. I'm all for it." Alvin said.

"Yeah. Sounds like a plan." Simon agreed. Dave folded his arms, but nodded anyway.

"Alright then. Once everyone has finished eating, we'll get ready to go, OK?" All three nodded in unison.

"No! That looks scary!" Theodore said, refusing to watch the movie, not even looking at the full sized picture of the movie. Alvin sighed in annoyance.

"It's not even a scary movie, Theodore! It's more of a um...comedy." Alvin half lied. Simon and Dave sighed.

"How about this one, Theodore?" Simon asked, pointing at the poster next to the ones Alvin had suggested.

"Uh, Dave?" Theodore faced his father figure. "Why don't you pick the movie? You always pick a good combination of our favorites." Theodore smiled sweetly. "What do you guys think?" He asked, drawing his brothers towards him, so Dave could decide.

Theodore gently pushed Alvin against Simon, causing both to gasp sharply and for Alvin to move back, knocking him and Theodore to the ground.

"Oh...Alvin..." Theodore moaned painfully. Alvin stood slowly, helping Theodore up.

"What happened?" Dave asked, already having bought four tickets.

"Uh..." Simon thought fast. "Alvin tripped."

"Tripped?" Theodore asked. "On what?"

"Are you two alright?" Dave asked. They nodded in unison. "OK, let's go watch this movie."

"Are we getting snacks?" Theodore asked. Dave chuckled.

Sitting through the previews was boring, but for Simon and Alvin, it was mainly awkward. The pattern was Theodore, Dave, Simon and Alvin. Along with people on either side of them, meaning even if they wanted to, they couldn't move away from each other.

They sat tensely and refused to even glance at each other. They didn't rest their arms on the arm rest, afraid of touching each other accidentally.

Dave looked over at them. "Simon. Alvin." he whispered. They looked at him. "Relax." They both let out a breath and their bodies relaxed instantly, Dave smiled and looked back at the screen.

Alvin lowered his eyes from the screen, looking at the ground. It was dark, so he was basically looking at blackness. Talk about awkward! Why is this happening? I get rejected, and now, for the whole time during this movie, I'm supposed to sit next to him, like nothing happened?

Not only is this beyond awkward. I must say, it's also very exciting. Alvin's trapped, and so am I...but, I can't do anything, not because it's public, and Dave's here, but because I can't take back what I said. God, I wish I hadn't said that. Simon distracted himself by asking for some popcorn from Theodore. Theodore handed him a carton full of popcorn, Dave having bought plenty. He smiled and ate some.

The smell startled Alvin, he looked at Simon, then the popcorn. He huffed and looked at the screen. The smell of buttery and salty popcorn knowingly taunted him. He sat up straighter, drawing Simon's attention.

If this keeps going on, I'll end up watching him more than the movie. Simon looked back at the screen, heat rising in his cheeks.

Alvin had enough of the popcorn's taunting. Pushing aside any nerves and fear of accidentally touching Simon, Alvin reached out and cautiously grabbed some popcorn. Of course, luck wasn't his favorite companion. Simon attempted to get some more popcorn, and grabbed something not buttery and hot, but soft and warm. Looking down, he saw his older brother's hand.

Alvin blushed profusely and drew his hand back quickly, dropping the popcorn he had grabbed. Simon looked at him, blinking. This is going to drive us crazy...He sighed mentally and resumed watching the movie.

Alvin rubbed his hand as though he had been burned, his blush deepening, having saw Simon looking at him. This is going to kill me...He thought sadly, biting his lower lip as tears threatened to fill his eyes.

"The movie was great, Dave!" Theodore exclaimed happily.

"I agree." Simon joined.

"It was alright," Alvin shrugged. It was an expected comment. "Dave, I'm going to use the bathroom." Dave nodded.

"I have to wash the butter and salt off my hands." Simon said and followed Alvin.

Theodore looked at Dave, who smiled. "Alright, one more snack before we head home." Theodore smiled happily.

Once done using the bathroom, Alvin came out of the stall, and stopped in his tracks, seeing Simon there, washing his hands. Averting his gaze when he looked up, Alvin went to the farthest faucet from where he was and began washing his hands as well.

Simon sighed inwardly, turning the water off and shaking his hands dry. He grabbed a paper towel and dried his hands completely, seeing Alvin do the same where he was at. There eyes almost met, but Alvin shifted his gaze as he walked past Simon.

Ignoring the voice in his head, Simon grabbed Alvin's arms and pulled him back towards him. Alvin looked shocked. Oh God...please, Simon. Don't. Don't...You can't do this to me...please..In the end, it won't mean anything to you..I don't understand Simon..

If Simon could read Alvin's mind, he wouldn't have done what he did next. Leaning in, he pressed his lips gently onto Alvin's.

Don't give in. Don't give in. Alvin willed mentally, but his body's craving for the contact ignored his mind's protest. He kissed back. Gasping, Alvin pulled back quickly, absently biting his lip. He looked at Simon with shock and confusion before hurrying out of the bathroom to find his brother and Dave.

Sighing, Simon licked his lips, looking at his reflection. I don't think that was the best idea...

Dave waited with Theodore in the middle of the lobby, sharing a box of overpriced thrift-store candy. He reflected on how well Simon and Alvin were getting along. It was a good thing, sure, but they seemed a little off somehow. As he dug into the box of Hot Tamales for the second time with his youngest, his oldest came out of the restroom. Something was wrong.

"Alvin?" said Dave, meeting his son halfway down the room. "Are you okay? Your face is really red."

Having no idea his face and body language was giving away so much information, he was quick to cover himself. "I'm not feelin' so good right now, Dave. I think I just need to lay down for a bit."

Dave took his hand and put it against Alvin's forehead and cheek. "You do feel really warm. We'll get you home so you can relax. There should still be some medicine left in the cabinet."

Alvin tried to ham up his performance and smiled weakly. "Thanks."

Simon finished up in the restroom and joined the rest of his family. He noticed his brother was still blushing furiously and tried to avoid eye contact with him.

On the way out to the car Dave's cell phone rang. "Good thing we didn't take the later showing," he tried to joke before answering, "Hello? Yes, this is Dave Seville. I see. All right then. Give me a few minutes and I'll call you back. Okay. Thank you."

In the meantime, his boys had huddled up in the car. Dave took his spot behind the wheel and turned back to the chipmunks. "That was the studio. They need me to try and come in tonight for a couple hours or so. You guys okay with that?"

Simon and Theodore nodded.

"Alvin, you gonna be okay?"

"Only a headache, Dave. I'll pull through," he replied as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the cool glass of the window. Dave frowned a little. He always hated being away from the kids, especially if they were even the slightest bit ill.

"If it makes you feel any better," Simon addressed Dave, "I can keep an eye on him for you."

Before his dad could put up any sort of resistance, Alvin chimed in, "He knows what he's doing. He's responsible enough. I'll most likely sleep through you being gone anyway."

Simon's eyes darted to his 'sick' brother and quickly back to Dave and smiled. What in the world was Alvin up to? A few minutes ago he was fine as could be, now he looked as if he could retch at any time.

"I'm really proud of you guys," Dave said, smiling. "getting along with one another and all. I wish you could've enjoyed this trip more, Alvin.

Ditto, thought both Alvin and Simon.

An hour later, Alvin was sprawled out on the couch watching reruns on the television, still feigning illness. Theodore was in his room finishing off the last of his movie snacks an thumbing through his recipe book for dinner. Simon was mulling over his thoughts down in his laboratory, wondering how to approach Alvin next. It was soon decided a simple 'thank you' would be the perfect ice-breaker.

But this particular conversation starter was answered by a puzzled look from Alvin. "...Why are you thanking me?"

"For one, not telling Dave what happened––"

"You think I wanted him to know that!?" Alvin said sharply, but kept his voice down. Theodore was still ignorant to the fact he was not really sick.

"May I ask you something then?"

"...Sure, go ahead."

"Why did you react the way you did at the theater when a few hours earlier you looked so hurt and miserable when I told you how I 'felt'?"

Alvin sat up on the couch and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Fine. You want the truth? I didn't want to be hurt by you again. I didn't want to be nothing more than a guinea pig for what I'm sure was just 'another one of your experiments'."

"Experiment!? I'd never put you through anything like that," Simon began to fume and marched further into the living room.

"Then what was the deal with what you said this morning?"

"I only said that because that's what I thought you wanted me to say!"

Alvin paused momentarily. His heart pounded in his chest. "Then what did you want to say? What are you thinking? Really?"


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