I'm going kind of nuts in this chapter... XD I decided to try something new... sort of stearing of the orginal charaters. It's hard doing them when they're older, ya know? XD Tell me if I need to rewrite this. Seriously you won't be being mean or crush my spirit or anything. It would help. ADVICE!

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Jeanette looked down at her oatmeal and poked it with the end of her spoon causing a large air bubble to erupt, splattering bits of hot mush across the table. Normally she would never complain about something given to her but...

"Um... Ms. Miller?"

The kooky old woman whipped around from her spot at the stove to stare down her eldest 'daughter' and frowned. "Don't play with your food, Jeanette" she scolded. The chipette opened her mouth to say something but immediately closed it realizing that an argument would be pointless.

"So... what are you going to do about Alvin" Jeanette asked turning to Brittany.

"I have a plan" Brittany informed her sisters.

Eleanor quickly chewed what was left of her toast and swallowed. "Like what?" she asked.

"I plan... to avoid him completely." Brittany announced. "If I never see him then I never see him with Rebecca. And if I never see him with Rebecca I can just go on like nothing ever happened."

"But, if you never see him again then he can't explain himself. And if he can't explain himself then ... you can't be even be friends anymore." Eleanor pointed out.

"He stopped being my friend a long time ago" Brittany sighed.

" And how are you going to avoid him anyway?" Jeanette spoke up. "He lives right across the street."

"I'll figure it out" Brittany said, wiping her mouth with her napkin. She quickly leaped out of her seat and began tossed her book bag over her shoulder. "Some people go their whole lives without ever speaking to their neighbors."

"Even if you mange to slip by him this morning well... what about the next day... and the next day... and the next?" Eleanor asked.

"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it" Brittany answered.

"Are you leaving already?" Jeanette asked, "We have another twelve minutes before the boys get here"

Brittany sighed. "I'm avoiding Alvin... remember??"

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Brittany quickly ran down the empty hallway clutching her school books to her chest. Her plan had seemed so simple when she'd thought of it this morning... but she never took into account exactly how much time she spent with Alvin.

Normally she walked with him to school but today she'd left ten minutes early... just to avoid him. She hadn't been to her locker all day because his was only seven down from hers. She'd stayed late in English class because his English class was right next to hers. She'd switched seats with Kenny Parker in math class because she usually sat next to Alvin. And now... now she had spent two and a half minutes in the Girls Locker room because she was afraid she'd run into him in the hallway. But... her plan was working...

"Brittany!!" someone suddenly called.

The chipette turned around... and there running towards her... was Alvin. Oops, spoke too soon. She had to think quickly. What to do? What to do? Brittany looked around for a place to hide but found nothing. She broke into a run and turned a sharp corner. She sped up, not even noticing that her classroom was on the other side of the school. She had to run. She had to get away. And then... BAM!!

Brittany suddenly found herself lying down on the hard tiled floor, her books and papers scattered around her. She blinked a few times, trying to make since of what had happened. And there... lying just inches away from was a boy. Brittany tilted her head, a cute boy. He had messy brown hair, dreamy blue eyes and... The boy brushed himself off and quickly stood to his feet. He was tall...

"Are you ok?" the boy asked her, reaching out his hand.

Brittany smiled sheepishly. "Yeah" she answered, taking it. He pulled her to her feet.

"Are you sure?" the boy asked again. "That was a nasty fall."

"Hmm..." Brittany nodded, looking him up and down. "Say, I've never seen you in school before. Hi, I'm Brittany Miller."

"Yeah," the boy answered. "From that band right? Y I'm Tommy Oliver."

((OOC: Bonus points for anyone who can tell me where I got that name from and who he was. I will love you forever and always if you can figure it out. HINT!!!! He was a crime fighter (sort of a superhero) on a TV show in the 90s XD))

"Very nice to meet you" Brittany replied, a wide grin on her face.

"Well... I'd hate to hit and run like this" said Tommy "but I gotta get going... I'm already late for class. "

Brittany laughed. "Me too... So, maybe I'll see you around?" she asked.

"Yeah," Tommy agreed. "And I promise next time it won't be so painful."

Brittany sighed as she watched him disappear around the corner. Well... she was always told "When one door closes another opens" right? Maybe he was her second door. She could at least give it a shot. I mean... it's not like Alvin liked her in the first place, right? It's not like he ever had any real feelings for her at all.

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What was Alvin going to do? He tried apologizing... of course that only led to the door being slammed in his face. He even had tried coming over that day, seconds after it happen to explain himself... but her sisters wouldn't even let him onto the front porch! He thought that maybe if he hung out with Rebecca less then maybe Brittany would talk to him, but he'd blown her off three times and NOTHING.

Was this right? Was it right to juggle girls like this? To be stuck in the middle, with two incredibly awesome fudge sundaes waiting for you on both ends... But not being able to figure out which one was the banana split. Wait- Did he just compare girls, to ICE CREAM!!! Ice cream was good, but these were girls. Incredibly beautiful, wonderful, girls. Wait... but he didn't like Rebecca. Did he?

Rebecca liked sports, they had a lot in common, she had great hair, pretty eyes, a nice smile, she was funny, loved to laugh. Alvin liked her mostly because she wasn't like other girls. She didn't care if she "broke a nail" or "got all sweaty" she was too focused on the game. She was like a guy, but prettier, no chest hair, and she smelled a lot better. But there was more to it. She just... got him. When he was with her he didn't have to worry about anything. He could just be himself... and that was... ok.

But Brittany...Brittany was... amazing. Her sassy attitude, undeniable style and sense of fashion, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the way her hand felt in his, the tingle that raced up his spine whenever he laid eyes on her. It was like... when he was with her he didn't have to think. He didn't even have to breathe. He just knew... everything would be alright. The earth could open up, a tidal wave could strike, and a tornado could lift up the houses... but as long as she was there. None of that mattered. And that feeling... that undeniable feeling... was amazing.

"Alvin?" a soft voice called, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Alvin stopped and gazed up. Rebecca. She was wearing blue capris, a matching white top, and dark blue Sketchers. Her straight blonde hair fell at her shoulders, one side tucked behind her left ear. Alvin grimaced... for once... she wasn't smiling.

"I wanted to talk to you." she said.

"I'm walking..."

"I'll walk with you." she offered.

Alvin nodded solemnly.

"So you like Brittany." she began.

"Yeah" Alvin answered in a whisper as they began walking.

"And I like you..." she added.

Alvin nodded again. "But I don't like you... at least not like that." he said looking up at her.

She nodded with a sad smile. "I gathered that much. But you do like Brittany. And now she's mad at you because of me."

"Pretty much"

"Well... I'm sorry about that. I am... really." Rebecca sighed. "It's just that- I've liked you for a long time Alvin. And I've been working up the courage to come and talk to you for years. You're not exactly an approachable guy."

"What do you mean?" Alvin asked. "I'm approachable."

"Alvin. You're like a movie star! You've recorded albums, you have concerts, and you've even got your own lunchbox!" Rebecca exclaimed.

"Yeah, isn't it awesome?" Alvin said with a wide grin.

"And then there's Brittany." Rebecca continued. "Captain of the cheer squad and the dance team, Leader of her own musical group, most popular girl in school and- and-"

"And what?" Alvin asked.

"And I'm just the girl next door." Rebecca finished.

"What do you mean? You live blocks away from me." Alvin asked in confusion.

"No. What I mean is I'm the ugly duckling. She's the swan. I'm the dork. She's the prom queen. Get me?"

"You're not a dork."

"An athletic one, yes I am. She's miss popularity. And I'm not. How can I compete with that?" She asked him.

"I don't know. Brittany and I have just known each other for a long time. We're a lot alike...ya know?"

"Yeah... I know" Rebecca answered, rolling her eyes.

"But we can be friends. I told you that."

"Yeah... so about Brittany. She's mad at you right?" Rebecca asked.

"You could say that." Alvin answered.

"So... why don't I talk to her?" Rebecca offered. "I'm the reason for the problem, right?"

"You don't have to..."

"But I want to. I'll explain everything to Brittany and... maybe if I'm lucky she won't kill me."

"But why would you do that... I thought you liked me. Why would you want to get us back together?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I do. And one day... you'll like me back. But I can't go ruining everyone else's life just because I'm having a bad day..." Rebecca explained.

"That makes sense... I guess." Alvin said slowly. "But you aren't going to like poison her drink or kill Brittany in her sleep or something.... Are you?"

"NO!" Rebecca exclaimed. "Don't tell me you think I'm an evil boyfriend stealing witch too."

"No- No." Alvin said quickly. "I just wanted to make sure... so we're friends... just friends?"

"Yes." Rebecca agreed. "So you wanna go play soccer or basketball or something?"

Alvin nodded and Rebecca looped her arm around his just as they turned the corner. "So are you on the boy's soccer team? Or are you doing track and field?"

"Soccer" Alvin answered. "I'm kind of a jock."

Rebecca laughed, rolling her eyes. She blinked and then... there was Brittany. Brittany and some guy... He looked familiar. Who was he? Alvin eyes grew wide. Brittany. Brittany was walking right at them. He glanced at Rebecca, the first instinct being to push her away. Not give Brittany any other reason to doubt him... but wait. Who was that with her? Tommy. Captain of the football team, Tommy. What was she doing??

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Ok. You're turn. Tell me what you think. Thumbs down. Thumbs up. Oh and if you do like it where did I get the charater Tommy Oliver from. THINK! Ok. Here goes nothing. I'm about to press the save button. No turning back now. ..... here we go. uh... any minute now...uh.... .....