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Nothing lasts forever and we both know hearts can change...
Nothing lasts forever in the cold November rain.
- "November rain" Guns N Roses.
Through the bedroom window, she could hear the crickets sing in their harmonious night melody. Fast, rhythm, and Brittany could tell it was cold outside. She loved the moon shining in the night sky. She'd love to go out and bask in the beauty of nature in her backyard, if it weren't for the time and the lack of energy. It was already past midnight, the bed was soaked with her sweat, and she felt tired but restless. Damn it, when was she going to get a decent sleep?
Staring at the ceiling, she recalled the dream she had a few hours ago before she woke up. And that dream was somehow like the ghost of guilt, reminding her of what she had done ten years ago. As the darkness rolled it, she closed her eyes, and then again, recalled the dream.
It was a gloomy night, complete with rain, thunderous clouds, and the feelings of loneliness. It's been two days since Alvin left. Yes, he had said goodbye. They even made love the night before he left, and as in love as she was, she wanted him to feel her, not to forget how her skin felt like against hers, so she suggested not using protection. But then she woke up in his bed the day after and he wasn't there. He already left.
Not even a single note.
She didn't know how long she cried that day. Perhaps she spent the entire hours in her bed, crying into her pillow, a picture of Alvin on her bedside table. She was lonely and she needed comfort, and she knew she needed someone else other than her sisters. She called Theodore, and he arrived in just a few minutes.
It was night time when she finished talking to him about Alvin, finished pouring her heart out in words, and Theodore was patient enough to keep quiet the whole time, to nod and speak at the right moment, to listen. It was a perfect consolation.
Theodore placed an arm around her and gave her a warm smile. "Don't worry, Brittany. He'll be back. In about few months or so, and you'll be able to see him again." The tone of his voice was just as she wanted it to be - comforting, warm.
Not in control of herself, Brittany wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. It was soft and warm, and when she wrapped his arms around her, she suddenly felt safe. "I'm sorry, Theodore," She cried into his shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to listen to me. I know you have a lot of things to do,... and... and that was sweet of you. I just... I just don't know if I can go on without him. I need someone, and not just anyone. I need Alvin and only him."
"And he needs you, and only you, Brittany. Nothing will ever change that. Nothing will ever change between you two, I know it."
At that, she burst out crying again. She wrapped her arms around him, a little too tight than before. "Oh, Theodore."
Theodore hushed her. "Brittany, shh... it's alright. Just let it out."
And she did so, for a few more minutes, she poured her tears soggy on his green sweater. From his shoulder, she could smell the perfume in his neck. His skin was so warm, she didn't know what she was doing.
Moving closer, she buried her nose in his neck and sniffed. It reminded her of Alvin. Theodore sensed it as he gently pushed her away. "Brittany, don't do that." But the tone in his voice didn't change. It was still warm, comforting.
She placed her hands on her lap, blushing madly. "I- I'm sorry. It's just... I just miss Alvin so much, everything I do and feel reminds me of him."
He placed a hand on her shoulder. Just what she needed. "You'll see him again, I promise."
Brittany sensed him moving to get up. She didn't want to be alone, she didn't want anything to remind her of Alvin. She didn't want to think of him. She held his wrist and pulled him back urgently. "No, please stay. Please."
"Brittany, Eleanor's downstairs. I don't want her to get the wrong idea."
"Please stay, Theodore." She placed on her warming, most pleading voice. "I need someone. I don't want to be alone."
Theodore checked the clock, but Brittany didn't bother to look what time it was. "Alright, but just until you fall asleep."
She nodded, but that wasn't the half of what she did next. She held his wrist again, feeling the warmth of his skin. The comfort it brought. The memories of Alvin slowly flashing into her head, making her smile and cry again. She didn't know what she was doing, but she did it. She moved closer to him and pecked him on the cheek. Then quickly, before he could protest, Brittany pulled him to the bed where he lied down. She straddled his groin as she slowly undid his zipper. He was already aroused. As if working in a trance, she didn't know if she was smiling, or crying. She didn't know if she wanted this, or felt guilty about this. But all she could think of was anything that could get his mind out of Alvin.
Pulling her skirt up to her stomach, she revealed herself to him.
When the pleasure suddenly rose to a high, satisfying release, it was Alvin's name that came out of her throat.
. . . . . . .
Alvin sat on the piano stool inside Brittany's music room. Out of all the places in the big, modern house not far from a mansion level, it was the only place he could think of to get his mind off of this. He always loved music, and even started playing when he was just five. Dave taught him and his brothers to play every instrument he had in his music room: Piano, guitar, drums, bass, even a synthesizer. Alvin thought it was boring at first, but when he and his brothers got the taste of attention, he got addicted to it. Not older than seven, he and his brothers formed a band "Alvin and the Chipmunks."
And ever since, music became a part of him. He didn't care what kind of music it was. It could be rock, pop, metal, reggae, rap, anything. What's important for him is detecting the time and the rhythm, and doing that, he could lose himself in a trance, just hearing the bass powerful enough to pump his chest.
He loved music so much that he didn't need to know or to ask what key the song was in, or what the chords were. Listening to a song a few times, he can play it in every instrument he knows.
And that's how he won Brittany's heart.
All he needed was a guitar, went up to the girls' old tree house and started playing for her.
Bottom line, music was always a part of who he was.
In front of his was an expensive classical grand piano. It wasn't as huge as Dave's, but it looked nice and new despite being over a decade old. This was the girls' mother, Miss Miller's piano. Remembering his childhood, this was the best piano he's ever played. It was soft and moving, unlike Dave's huge and loud acoustic.
Looking at the keys, he knew he didn't need to remember what to press, or how to play it. It became very mutual to him ever since he was a few years before a teenager. Reaching over to the keys, he played a note of C. Then with his other hand, he played a bass note of E. Hearing the first song in his mind, he started playing.
Ballade Pour Adeline. One of the best piano pieces he ever heard. It produced a soft, mellow tune, making him picture of a peaceful girl in his mind with auburn hair locks, pale skin, lean and shapely body, and that childish and innocent giggle.
Brittany!
Darn it. Growling, he resisted the urge to smash the piano keys as he stopped playing. When was he going to get his mind off her? He though he could fix their relationship. But then,... the kids. Jay-... Theodore Jr. and Brianna. His brother's children. How was he going to rebuild their relationship with the image of her and Theodore?
Could he ever look at Jay and Brianna the same way again? Could he ever look at Theodore and Brittany the same way?
Through the window, the early morning sun finally rose to the highest peak, and he knew at least one of the children would be awake soon. Looking at the sky through the window, there were no clouds and the sun shone freely.
He turned back to the piano again. But from the corner of his eye, he saw a figure, making him jump up in shock. Sitting beside him on the old, wooden piano stool, Brianna sat and looked at him quietly.
"Hey! You scared me!" He gasped, then breathed. Brianna waved and smiled. She was in her deteriorated morning hair and pink, low-cut pajamas that exposed her bare upper chest. "Gee, you could have at least made a sound, you know."
The child's smile faded, and her expression slowly turned to the opposite of what it was before. Alvin felt the shame and cursed himself. He reached out and patted on her shoulder.
"Oh, Brianna, I'm so sorry. I forgot about it." About the fact that she couldn't speak.
Brianna's innocent smile waved back into her lips. Alvin sighed in relief. His eyes caught the piano keys in front of them.
"Hey, Brianna, do you play?" He said, motioning to the piano.
Brianna gave an excited nod which comes with a smile. Placing her small hands and fingers on the keys, she pressed one, then two, then three. Then finally, Alvin heard the beginning of a slow, sad song. This was a familiar piece. No, it was a slow, sad song. As the piece continued to play, Alvin recognized the slow melancholy of "November Rain" by Guns n Roses.
Wow, the kid can play. Not one missed note, not one bad timing, not one wrong key.
"Wow, you're... you're good." Alvin complimented as she continued playing. Moved by the rhythm, he reached over at the other of the piano and followed the song in another key. High and low harmonized as they play. Alvin smiled. She was definitely good. "How long have you been playing? Three years? Four?"
Brianna shook her head, not stopping the song. The rhythm continued, not breaking in any way.
"Five?"
At that, Brianna smile and nodded.
"Wow, just like me. Who taught you?"
With her left hand, she skipped the bass part of the piano and pointed at a picture on the other side of the room. Miss Miller's portrait was hung on a wall. The old lady was just as he remembered her. Old and wrinkly, kind and strict face, the same weird hairstyle.
She placed her hand back on the keys and Alvin heard the bass again. But halfway part through the climax, Brianna's finger fell limp on the keys. Her face was covered by the loose locks of her brown hair. Alvin stopped playing as well. "Hey, what's wrong?" Alvin asked.
Brianna shook her head. But then he heard a sniff from her nose. He reached over and set aside the loose locks of soft, brown hair so he could see his face. Her face was pinkish-red and Alvin saw the slightest hint of wetness. Was she crying?
"Brianna, what is it?"
Suddenly, the girl lunge into him and buried her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around him. She's crying? Why? Did he do something wrong? Alvin knew better not to speak. He received her and embraced her tightly, feeling the need to comfort. There was an innocent scent in her hair, almost like Brittany's.
"Shh, Brianna. Don't cry. Everything's going to be okay." Okay, what? He didn't know, but didn't he didn't ask either. He just held her and listened to her cry.
As she sniffed her tears, Alvin heard the slightest hint of her voice in a whimper, as if she wanted to say something but held it back.
. . . . . . .
"What's wrong with her?" Alvin asked when he and Brittany were alone in the dining room. Jay and Brianna were getting ready for school, one of the worst tortures of childhood.
Brittany was just finishing his pancake. She took one and ate it before looking back to him. "Brianna? No one knows, actually. I'm worried about her. When I fetched her from school, she just didn't speak, and when arrived home, she didn't even eat dinner." Brittany took another pancake.
Alvin was somehow interested in the topic. He ate another bite of his pancake, then looked at Brittany again.
She continued. "Simon ran some test on her, but nothing was wrong. Her vocal chords were intact, and nothing's wrong with her throat."
As she said, Alvin immediately remembered his conversation with Simon when he picked him up from the airport. If no one knows what happened to her, then why did Simon say he knew? "Does Simon know?"
"Not yet. But Brianna's going through regular visitation with him every Saturday and Sunday. Simon thinks it's more than a psychological matter." So that's why Jay and Brianna were with them when Simon picked him up?
But Simon told me he knows, he thought, but didn't say. Outside, the sun zeroed in on the front lawn, and butterflies were flying over the flower garden right outside the opened window. Alvin could smell the fresh air, which was exactly what he needed every morning.
Then Brianna popped into his mind again. A psychological reason? Coming home from school without a single word? It could have been bullying. But then again, Brianna was an innocent, beautiful little girl, and there's no way anyone would bully her. Brianna's probably the most beautiful child she's ever seen, comparing to Brittany. As Simon stated, Simone even freezes up when he sees her.
Then what? Pressure from school? No way, she's not even in high school yet. And she seemed like that type who'd take studies seriously.
He remembered Simon's voice saying, Maybe she realized something she never had.
Realize what? That she doesn't have a father? Theodore is their father, isn't he? Brittany told Alvin about the one night stand, and Jay was even named after him. And surely, Theodore and the kids have met. But of course, maybe Brittany and Theodore didn't want to talk about it.
Alright, that's it. He was done thinking this through. Why was he concerned about this? He wasn't the father.
. . . . . . .
Alvin watched as Brittany's red Lamborghini sped up, screeching, and exiting the driveway. The car's engine's hum gradually got quieter as the car went into the distance. As Alvin went back inside the house and closed the front door behind him, wondering. Not about Brianna or Jay, but... where the heck did she get that car? And why was it red? Brittany loved pink, didn't she? Heck, she even had him sleep on a pink sheet, which he was too tired to argue about.
He looked at the interior of Brittany house, suddenly struck by the way it resembled his dream house. What? Guys have dream houses too. This place was everything he wanted for a house. Two storey, not too mansion-y style, light yellow walls, high ceilings, there's even a picture of the girls and his brothers hung at one wall. And there was a music room too, and more than two bedrooms.
Discomforted by the silence, he made a move to tour around the entire house, starting from the backyard. The yard was full of flowers, all colored red and pink. No other colors. The grass was soft under his shoes, and stepping on them made him feel like floating. After that, he toured the upstairs, starting with Jay and Brianna's room.
The kids' room was in modern style, and it appears that he and Jay had the same taste in red. Everything on his side of the room was red, from cabinets to bed sheets, while the other half of the room was all pink. On Brianna's side of the room, he noticed a small Casio piano, colored black with white keys. So this is where she practiced her skills? No wonder why she was so good. "November Rain" wasn't an easy song to play, and she played it almost as if piano was second nature to her.
Turning back to the door, he noticed a small sling hanging from the doorknob. Alvin walked over and saw it was an I.D. "Brianna Seville-Miller" was the name written, and above it was her picture. She looked younger, like five years old or something, smiling with a few teeth missing. An innocent girl who used to talk a lot with a few lost teeth, is now a ten year old girl with full, white teeth, but no talk.
He placed the I.D. back and exited the room. He looked at the hall and saw the room across the bathroom. That was Brittany's. He approached the white door and reluctantly opened it. As the door squeaked to an open, he felt his heart pumping. Why did he feel like he was doing something wrong here?
A gush of Brittany's warm, and luscious scent waved around him as he entered the room. He sniffed it harder. It's the same perfume she wore as a teenager. Oh, God, it was so arousing.
Heading inside, he saw that her sheets were pink as well. From the corner of his eye, he saw the closet was opened slightly, and he saw the slightest hint of pink and leather inside. He opened the closet and smiled at what he saw. The lingerie Brittany wore on their first time was hanged freely in the middle of all the clothes.
"Brittany, Brittany, Brittany," He said, grinning madly. "You just can't let go of me, can you?"
He closed the closet door, still grinning. He felt his groin getting aroused again as he remembered Brittany's naked body being pressed against his, their sweat mixed and her moans soothing his ears. He walked over to the door. And then, just like back at the kids' room, he saw a sling hanging from the door. It couldn't be Brittany's I.D. It looked like that of a student.
Walking over, he looked at the name. Then suddenly, waves of thousands of confusion struck him like a storm, making his brow arch in thought, and surprise and shock.
The picture was Jay's, smiling like an innocent boy just like Brianna's I.D. His brown hair was long and uncut, and below his picture was his name.
"Alvin Seville-Miller, Jr."
He continued to stare at the picture, shocked, flabbergasted, speechless and utterly confused.
Since some of you already knew about this, I figured I had to release it now. I didn't want you to go through some pointless roller coasters just to end up where you first started, if you know what I mean.
The test was a bomb, math and history. HAPPY SUMMER, GUYS!
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