This chapter was somewhat of a gap-filler, still has some important parts. A lot of Alvin & Brittany in this one! Review for a new chapter!


~On the Line~
~by ChipetteGirl10~
~Crashing~

"This airplane is huge," was the first thing that came out of Alvin's mouth as he stepped into the plane that would take them to Connecticut. He jumped onto the armrest of one of the seats and motioned Brittany over to sit next to him. Charlene's fists curled at her side, and she stomped over there. Pervading into the non-existent space between the two chipmunks, she sat down. "Why doesn't Charlene notice me?" Simon asked Theodore. "That may be because she likes Alvin still and maybe another girl likes you?" Theodore suggested as he ate a muffin he had grabbed at the café. "Impossible, what other girl could love me? Jeanette, maybe, but I wouldn't feel the same way," Simon responded, sinking down in his seat.

"How could you not feel the same way? I thought you two were a perfect match the first time you met. You used to do everything with her, for crying out loud!" Theodore exclaimed in a whisper. "Theo…I've been having these dreams about Charlene, and…they've changed me, okay? I've been wanting to date Charlene ever since a few days ago, the day of the individualized training, because it was the second or third night in a row I had dreamed about Charlene, and I was finally figuring out that I was falling for her, and I still haven't admitted this to Jeanette. I've been trying not to communicate too much with her, but I don't want her to be suspicious either," Simon explained to his younger brother.

"How on Earth do you still think Jeanette hasn't figured out you like Charlene?" Theodore asked his bespectacled sibling. "Is it that obvious…?" Simon asked. Theodore nodded in exasperation. "It's evident to me, it's evident to Ellie, and I even think Alvin and Brittany were talking about it. Simon, give up! Charlene is not going to like you, no matter what you do!" Theodore was ready to shout and slap his older brother. "Simon, you are a fool when it comes down to love, you know that? You're ignoring someone who probably adores you, and adoring Charlene, who wants nothing, I repeat, nothing, to do with you!" "Oh, Theodore, what do you know about love? You still haven't asked out Eleanor yet, have you?" Simon retorted. "I know more than you and Alvin and I'm working on it!" Theodore responded sharply, turning away from his brother. Simon glared got up, walking over to Jeanette instead.

"Hey Jeanette," he said uneasily as he sat down next to her. "What is it, Simon?" Jeanette asked in a bored manner. "I wanted to talk to you about…the last few days. I haven't talk to you much lately," Simon responded. "Si, I heard the conversation. I just…forget it. Just go try and win over Charlene and just leave me alone. I have been suspicious, and I recommend you listen to Theodore. He knows a lot about love, more than you ever will," Jeanette snapped. Simon looked taken aback by this, but slunk away nonetheless, shoulders drooping.

"You didn't have to be that hard on him; I didn't mean to send him away looking like his pet died!" Eleanor said, popping out from over a seat. Before Jeanette could reply, the plane's engines roared to life.

"This is your pilot speaking. I am Amalie Grallent, and I am an agent at Jett Records assigned to bring you to Stratford, Connecticut, in the United States of America. Please be seated, as we are taking off," the pilot's voice came over the intercom. "Anyway," Jeanette said after a few seconds, "I didn't mean to say that. It just kind of came out." "Alright, I'll believe that. But we need to find a way to convince Simon to genuinely love you again," Eleanor said. "But there's the issue of, he never will again! I mean, really!" "Then get him back, girl! You show him you can find another man and move on, sista!" Eleanor said. "Don't go all street on me, Eleanor." "Sorry." "But seriously El, he'll never like me again even if we tried," Jeanette said. "Then do like I said, GO FIND A NEW MAN!" Jeanette rolled her eyes and relaxed into the seat.

"Charlene, go see what Theo's doing or something, I'm kind of busy here," Alvin said to the golden-haired chipette as he tried to talk to Brittany. "Why? It doesn't look important," Charlene protested. Brittany seethed as the chipette smirked at her. Alvin rolled his eyes. "It is important, okay? If you don't think so then that's your loss, now please leave," he said politely. Charlene shook her head. Alvin sighed and got up. Taking Brittany by the hand, he led her down the aisle, and they disappeared around the corner. Charlene glared at the empty spot and crossed her arms, and she sat down with a huff.

Meanwhile, Alvin led Brittany up to the luggage storage above the seats. Brittany leaned against the side and looked at Alvin. "What are we going to do, Alvin?" she asked. "We need to get Charlene away from me, away from Simon, and out of our lives, basically. I have a bad feeling about her, about this trip, about everything, and I even heard Jeanette say she has a bad feeling too. We need to escape her somehow," Alvin responded, looking over at the others talking with each other. His eyes flew to Charlene, sitting all by herself pouting.

"We'll need to tell the others if we're running away, won't we?" Brittany asked him. Alvin smiled at the motion of her head, the innocence of her voice. The same things she had used in that cafeteria debating Ian on her first day at West Eastman High. "Pink is my new favorite color." "We're not going to tell them. We're going to slip out unnoticed and make our way all by ourselves. By the time we're gone, Charlene will just begin to realize we've left. Brittany, trust me," he said. "B-But Alvin…I need to take care of my sisters, and you need to look after your brothers," Brittany said. "Simon can take care of Theodore, and if anything, Eleanor can make sure Jeanette doesn't hurt herself," Alvin replied, taking Brittany's paws.

Brittany sighed and stared deep into the amber eyes that had attracted her to him in the first place. "Is it wrong to want to run away with you, and nobody else?" Alvin asked her. Brittany closed her eyes. "It's completely right…it's what people like to call love, Alvin." "L-Love is a bit of a strong word, isn't it?" he asked, laughing as nervousness permeated his soul. He rubbed his shoulder. "Love is the strongest word for affection out there. Love is what drives people to run away, even if their parents tell them no. It's love that drove Romeo and Juliette, wasn't it?" Brittany murmured. "W-Well yeah, but it's not like that between us, is it?" Alvin asked.

"If you want it to be love, it's love. If you don't, it isn't," Brittany responded. Alvin's eyes widened. "Brittany…," he spoke softly. Brittany looked at him once more. "Tell me whatever it is you need to say," she said in the same tone. "Britt…do you mean if I wanted to go out with you…you'd say—" "Yes," Brittany responded, cutting him off, "I believe I blurted it in that stupid forest, when you were about to run through the raining bombs all alone. You just said 'let me go alone' and ran off." Alvin laughed a little, and then turned to his counterpart. "So…you l-like me, like, 'like me' like me?" he asked.

"One-hundred percent," Brittany answered, averting her gaze to the ground below them. Alvin embraced her. "Then consider us going out." Brittany smiled and hugged him back tighter. They were interrupted when the plane jerked. "I'm sorry, but one of our engines seems to have blown out. Please buckle up as we prepare to crash-land," Amalie's voice came over the intercom. "Crash?" Brittany muttered, fear coursing through her veins. "I won't let you get hurt. Come on, let's buckle up in a seat together," Alvin said, leading Brittany down from the luggage storage and into one of the seats. They pulled the buckle over themselves and watched Jeanette and Eleanor sit together, Simon and Theodore sit together, and Charlene sit alone. That was the last thing they saw before their worlds went black.

~Hours Later~

Dizziness swayed her as she wobbled on her legs, standing up amidst the wreckage of the plane, the shreds it had become. Looking around for any survivors of the crash, her gaze landed on a chipette in pink, and just for a minute, she thought about wringing her neck, if she wasn't already dead by now. The urge stopped when she got to the red-clad chipmunk next to her. "How I still love you so much," she muttered, clasping his paws in her own. Her motion stopped when movement was caught in her periphery. She turned just the slightest to see Jeanette awakening. "Well, well, well," she said nastily, turning toward the bespectacled chipette, wringing her hands. "Charlene, hi," Jeanette said uneasily at the unusual tone of voice the golden-haired chipette greeted her with. "Jean, I see the way Simon looks at me, and the disgusted way he looks at you," Charlene snapped harshly.

"I-I don't know what y-y-you're talking a-about," Jeanette stammered, taking a step back. "I think I love Simon, too," Charlene said, smirking. Oh, how I could very much manipulate her. "W-What?" Jeanette asked, looking back at Charlene in shock. "That's right. I love Simon Seville, and he likes me, and you'll never, ever, ever be his girlfriend, understood?" Charlene responded. "No, I can do what I want, and he can do what he wants!" Jeanette said.

Brittany had been awake for a few minutes now as she listened to the confrontation. Her recorder was on, recording every word exchanged between the two girls. "And he wants me. Give up already, brat," Charlene said sharply, pushing Jeanette down. "Ouch, hey!" Jeanette shouted. "What's going on here?" Eleanor asked as she got off of the ground. Charlene turned to her innocently. "Jeanette tripped and I was just trying to help her up, but she got all defensive," she said, giving Eleanor big, fake-watery eyes and a trembling bottom lip. "Save the kindergarten act for Alvin, you liar," Eleanor replied, giving Jeanette a hand, "I saw the whole confrontation." "If the boys hear one word about this you will both be dead, understood?" Charlene snapped. Jeanette glared. "Fine, as long as you leave us alone. Otherwise, we're going to tell them," Eleanor said. Charlene, Eleanor, and Jeanette all shook paws and parted, and Brittany stopped recording.

Hmm, well, I made no deal. I'll tell Alvin about this later. Brittany smirked at her thought and pretended to stir, rubbing her eyes and groaning. "W-Where are we?" she asked in fake confusion. "By the land here I'd guess Oklahoma," Jeanette commented like nothing had happened. "Oklahoma?" a voice questioned. Everyone turned to see Alvin pulling himself up. Theodore and Simon were getting up as well. "The gang's alive, I don't know about Amalie," Simon said, examining her, "She's breathing." "We'd better get going here, let's just leave her. I found this map when I woke up," Alvin said. He pulled out a map of the United States and saw that like Connecticut, Oklahoma was circled. "They may have a base here," he said. "Hmm, yeah," Theodore agreed.

"I say that you should flip that map over," Brittany told Alvin. Alvin flipped it over to see the page divided by a line. On one side was a map from the airport in Connecticut to the base. On the other, there was a map from a forest to another base. "Well, we're right outside of a forest now," Jeanette said slowly. Was this meant to be a purpose crashing? The thought plagued her mind.

"Which way is north, Simon? That's the way we go to the base," Alvin said. Simon pulled a chipmunk-sized compass from his pocket. "North is if we all turned to the left. We have to go through the entire forest and navigate through a lot of things, Alvin," he answered. "Well, then, what are we waiting for? Someone to come and bomb us or whisk us away or separate us? Come on guys, let's go!" he said. "Be careful Alvin," Theodore said as he watched his brother begin to bolt off. "Alvin, wait for us before you do something stupid!" Brittany called to her counterpart, smiling slightly.

Charlene took note of her actions. What had she and Alvin talked about? A slightly angered look passed over her face as she watched Brittany follow Alvin inside of the forest. She decided to tail her at a safe distance and slipped inside of the heavily wooded area, unnoticed by the other four who were planning amongst themselves how to get there. She could hear Alvin and Brittany's running come to a halt and quickly dashed behind a tree.

"Alvin, I need to tell you something," Brittany said, urgency sounding in her voice. "What?" Alvin asked. "It's something about Charlene," Brittany told him quietly, looking around. Charlene's face drained of color. "What? What happened to Charlene? What'd she do?" "Seeing as you've been friends for so long and she's your ex, this may be hard to believe. But Charlene said some things to Jeanette and Eleanor and I managed to get a recording. This is when we woke up after the plane crash," Brittany said. Charlene's fists curled. Of course. The oldest sister, the one interested in my Alvie, is the one I forgot to look out for. Brittany played the tape to Alvin. His amber eyes widened.

"She couldn't have said that, she's too sweet of a person." "Ask Jeanette or Eleanor; they wouldn't lie to you on something this serious." "Britt...if you're telling me the truth…kiss me, on the lips. There's something you'd never do," Alvin said. Brittany closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and pressed her lips against Alvin's. Electricity rocketed through her body. One kiss was all he asked for – just a simple, meaningless thing to prove a point. But oh, how this was so much more. Alvin kissed back just as passionately as his counterpart. All the while, Charlene watched them, blood boiling over.

"Brittany, Alvin, hello," she finally said, stepping out of the shadows. Brittany gasped and looked at Alvin. "Charlene, hey there," the russet-furred chipmunk said uneasily, looking at his ex-girlfriend. He dared to stare her in the eye. "So, anything found out lately about this mission?" Charlene asked him in an accusing tone.

"Not a thing," Alvin said back fiercely and defiantly, knowing fully now that Charlene had been there to hear Brittany play the tape and explain everything to him. "Oh really? Any tape recorders found around? Maybe like the one Brittany has?" Charlene asked again. Brittany showed no signs of holding the tape recorder. "You heard everything!" Brittany shouted, "You little eavesdropper! How dare you!"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," Charlene snapped at her, taking a few steps forward. She whipped out her gun in a flash, and the bullet drove right into Brittany's neck.

Brittany woke up in the rubble sweating. "Oh my gosh…only a nightmare, only a nightmare. Charlene couldn't possibly be that nasty." "Britt, you okay?" It was Alvin kneeling beside her, one paw resting on her shoulder. "Brittany, you look shaken, is something wrong?" "Just a nightmare, Alvin…a really weird nightmare…," she answered, face pale. "Do you want to tell me what it was about?" Brittany shook her head.

"I can't…it just hits me. I'll tell you when the time is right."


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