A/N: Bad News: Still grounded... Good News: Continuing my previous fanfiction, "I'll Make it Up Somehow.. ENJOY :)

She woke up and sat up dazedly. No one was about. Brittany got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She saw a note stuck on. It said, "We didn't want to wake you so we left. Love Jeanette, Eleanor and Denise"

Brittany rubbed her eyes and walked to the door, she didn't notice a figure lying on the couch. Not until it stirred.

P.O.V (Brittany)

This big black thing began to move and I screamed, horrified. The dark figure sat up and threw a black jacket away from it and that's when I realized that is was Alvin.

"God, Britts I did not know you could scream like that." Alvin said to me, smiling in his sly way, making me blush again.

"Well, what weirdo sneaks into someone's bedroom and fall asleep on the couch?"

"Obviously, an awesome weirdo like me," Alvin said, walking to me. He placed an arm over my shoulder and steered me to the couch. I sat down, my muscles tense and refusing to relax. He leaned closer to me and I could smell that vanilla and chocolate chip smell he had, along with a touch of his own scent. I was literally salivating over him.

"Brittany, are you honestly all right?" He asked me softly.

I faked a laugh and said, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh I don't know you've been acting weird around me and everyone else and at breakfast… You didn't seem yourself."

Well, obviously, you were flirting with that bitch Denise, I thought angrily. Instead I said, "Well, you're wrong, I'm perfectly fine."

"I find that hard to believe, because when Dave and I came up to check on you, you had a terrible fever, and were all sweaty and clammy, the girls and my brothers left but I stayed to watch you, but I fell asleep."

I felt the corners of my mouth turn up.

"That's the smile I grew up knowing," Alvin said smiling. He picked up a strand of my hair that was over my eye and moved it behind my ear. He didn't speak, and I didn't either, it was magical, this is where we should kiss.

I looked into Alvin's honey brown eyes while he looked back at me. Time stood still as he leaned closer… and closer… Our heads were touching… His snout was softly stroking mine… And then…

"Brittany!"

What?

"Brittany!"

Where was Alvin, I was now surrounded by darkness. I didn't like this…

"Brittany, wake up!"

My eyes flew open. It was a dream, how I wished that were real, it did feel real; I swear I could smell Alvin's scent. I still could. A pair of honey brown eyes stared at me. I sat up and stared at Alvin.

"Thank god Brittany, you were sweating and had a bad fever, no one's about but you and me. I stayed because I didn't feel like going shopping. I came to see you… I mean I just entered to pick something up but then I saw you shaking and shivering, so I panicked."

I shook my head and wiped my face.

"Look Alvin, you can't just enter like that," I said a bit louder than I intended to. I'm so annoyed with him for ruining that perfect kiss.

"What did I do?" Alvin asked, bewildered.

Flirt with Denise and ruin my dream and made me fall in love with you.

"You… You came into my room!"

"So? It's not like you were changing, or stripping or masturbating,"

"Alvin, that's just gross and I don't masturbate,"

"But that's beside the point Britts; you should thank me, who knows what might have happened to you"

"Thanks Alvin," I muttered.

He stuck out his tongue at me and I lightly whacked his head.

This was great and all but I wasn't myself anymore, and Alvin knew it.

"Brittany, tell me what's going on." He said catching a pillow I had thrown. His smiling face was replaced by a serious expression.

"Why do you keep asking me that?" I said forgetting that the first time he asked that was in a dream.

"Asking you what?"

"No, you've been asking me if I was… Oh," I stopped. That was a dream. I stared at Alvin. He looked at me quizzically and then smiled and said, "Seriously Brittany,"

"I mean, I had this dream, where you asked me if I was okay and…" Alvin raised his finger and placed it over my mouth and said, "You dreamt about me?"

Oops.

"No, yes… I had a dream of everyone okay!" I said, turning redder.

"Okay, feisty!" Alvin said, removing his finger.

"But seriously, are you okay?"

"I'm fine now get the hell out of my room!" I shouted, if I stayed with him even more, something might slip out.

I pushed him out of my room and slammed the door.

-P.O.V Ended-

Jeanette slowly played with a gem on a ring that was on her finger. It was a deep blue shade, which reflected the same blue as Simon's eyes. Simon… How did he crawl into my thoughts?

Jeanette looked up at Simon, who was busily scribbling onto a diary … A diary Jeanette had given him.

Simon felt Jeanette's gaze on him and he looked up. Their eyes locked with each other for a while, until Jeanette looked away, blinking back the tears. Breaking up with Simon had torn her heart, not seeing him, felt like her torn heart being ripped out of her and thrown away. Being near him and not talking hurt her the most, because without Simon she was incomplete.

Jeanette, Eleanor, Simon. Theodore, Denise and Evan had gone shopping, and now they were leaving. Simon and Jeanette had to go by a cab, because they were given a smaller limo than what they had wanted. Jeanette and Simon protested; they didn't want to be next to each other, it hurt too much to even be in the same room. But it had to be done, they were the only ones who wanted to go home, Theodore and Eleanor wanted to go to a restaurant with Denise and Evan.

Jeanette looked out of the window, the tears silently falling. Simon stopped reading his book and he slowly looked at Jeanette, extremely cautiously. He saw Jeanette's body leaned against the window of the cab. They were sitting far apart from each other, their bodies pressing the windows. Simon saw a slow tear slide down Jeanette's face. Simon's eyes blurred. He furiously rubbed his eyes, hating himself for tearing up neat Jeanette. He blinked a few times before looking back at Jeanette. He moved a little bit closer to Jeanette, and raised his arm, as if about to confront her. His hand froze in midair and he slowly placed his arm on Jeanette's shoulder. Jeanette's body hardened and she wriggled away from Simon.

"What the hell did you just do?" She shouted.

Simon withdrew his hand, as if he'd been stung.

"Nothing, I just thought, I should comfort you and…"

"No, we are broken up now, you can't do that! You hate me, Simon! When you hate someone, you shouldn't do things to comfort the person you hate!" She was screaming. The cab driver looked over his shoulder and said,

"Woah, miss, please don't raise your voice on the cab."

"Just stop here! I want to get out!"

"But miss, this is in the middle of the highway!"

"Just drop me here!"

"But, we're in the middle of a highway, I can't pull over!" The cab driver said.

Jeanette took out a wad of cash and placed it on the seat. She flung open the door and fell out of the car. She got up and slammed the door.

"JEANETTE!" Simon shouted. He tried to open the door but he was too late the cars began to move and he couldn't get out.

Jeanette stood paralyzed for a while, before she ran to the pavement. She had a huge cut over her knee where she had fallen. She didn't care. She slumped down near a pillar, and began to cry. She didn't have any money with her, and she wasn't familiar with the road. She was gasping as she tried to focus, but she couldn't. She loved Simon, but all those things she said to him… They weren't true. She watched the people walk by her, they probably didn't recognize her. She was probably covered in dirt and had her hair all around her face, making her look like one of those beggars. The clouds darkened and the thunder growled. A bolt of lightning lit the sky and then pellets of rain fell onto Jeanette. Perfect, Jeanette thought sarcastically.