Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks, the Chipettes, or anything associated with them.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Again, I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter. I was on vacation last week without access to a computer. Anyway, vacations over, so here's the next chapter! Enjoy everyone, and also, keep a look out for an update on The Squeakquel With A Twist! On with the story!

Chapter Seven: Hello and Goodbye

Brittany's Point of View:

Tears streamed down my face and my calve muscles burned like hell's fire as I ran down the streets of town, shoving different people out of my way with my arms. Every person I pushed yelled at me, grunted, or just completely ignored me. I didn't care about them, their needs, their problems, or their lives. At that moment, all I cared about was my world crumbling beneath me, making me feel as if I were falling into a deep and endless crevice.

There was only one thing knew for sure. All this pain I was feeling, all this anger building inside me, and all this regret for ever thinking change was possible; it was all because of him. That son of a bitch lied to me, making me think he really cared about me, but he never did.

What was worse, he showed me he never cared by making out with her, the slut, the skank, and the whore. Of all the stupid girls he could have kissed, it had to be Natalie. What the hell is his problem? Did he want me to hate him for life? Answer, duh, of course he did.

After running for God knows how long, I slowed down to a walk and turned the corner onto the next street. I made it to a small outdoor café with white round tables spread out everywhere. No longer able to feel my legs, I decided to take a seat at one of the tables and lay my head down, my arms circling around to conceal my face.

More salty tears flowed from my eyes, down my cheeks, and onto the tabletop. The image of Alvin and Natalie lip locked kept coming back to my mind, causing another slash to cross my chest and my heart. God, how could he do this to me? Me? His so called best friend? That ass played me like a violin and then smashed me to pieces. I will never forgive him for what he did to me…never.

I jolted from the tabletop when I heard loud music begin to play. I recognized the music playing. It was my ringtone, which meant someone was calling me. Wiping tears from my cheeks, I reached into my purse, which was still slung over my shoulder and pulled out my cell phone.

When I looked at the caller ID, I glowered at the screen and slammed the phone down onto the table. Alvin, the lying ass, was calling me. Why the hell was he calling me? Was he calling to tell me he wouldn't be able to hang out because he was "busy"? Hell, that sounds like something he would do.

When the music finally stopped, I felt relieved, but when a message tone sounded off, I felt nervous. He couldn't have left me a message. There was just no way. However, when I picked my phone back up, there it was. The little icon on the screen was as clear as day. Alvin had left me a message, but hell if I was going to listen to it. I wasn't going to make the same mistake like last time. After all, look what that did to me.

After quickly deleting the message, I threw the phone back into my purse, set my purse on the ground, and assumed the position I was in earlier, with my head on the table and my arms circling my head. One thought raced through my head.

I had to forget about Alvin. I was going to forget about him if it was the last thing I do. Alvin Seville, consider yourself forgotten and out my life for good. Goodbye and good riddens.

"Ahem, excuse me," I heard from above me.

Oh, great. This is just what I need. Not only was my heart completely broken, but also, someone was going to see me in my worst moment ever. This is just…peachy.

Stalling as much as possible, I slowly lifted my head from the table and quickly used my hand to wipe the fresh tears from my face. When I looked up that the stranger who had spoken to me, my breath got caught in my throat for a split second.

Standing in front of me, a very cute guy with dark brown hair and dark skin grinned down at me. Well, this is just perfect. Of all to people to start talking to me, why did it have to be such a hunk?

"Um, I'm sorry," he began to speak, "but I couldn't help but notice you here. You seem…upset about something."

Knowing my voice was probably in bad shape, I cleared my throat before speaking.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked a little hoarse, wiping more tears from my face.

"A little," the boy said, taking the seat opposite of me.

"Well, it's nothing anyone can really help me with. I'm sorry. I must look a mess."

"No, no. It's all right. I don't mind. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

Even though I didn't know who this boy was, he was somehow able to put a smile on my face.

"That's nice," I said kindly, "but I don't even know you."

"So?" he questioned. "That doesn't mean I'm not a good listener."

My smile grew wider when I heard him say that, and with a small sigh, I began telling him about my love problems. I told him how I was completely led on and completely dumped like last weeks trash. He didn't interrupt me once, only sat back in his seat and listened carefully to every word spoken.

When I finished speaking, we were both very quiet. I guess he was still absorbing my life story.

"Well, that's a crying shame," he finally said.

As the words slipped out of his out, I wasn't sure whether he was talking about me. After all, my story was pretty pathetic.

"I mean for this guy you're talking about," he continued. "In my opinion, it was his loss. He missed out on a very cool girl."

Those words really touched me, and my smile grew so big, my cheeks began to ache from smiling so much.

"I'm Colin by the way," he said as he stretched out his arm towards me.

I stared at his hand for a long time before I decided to take it in my own. His skin was really soft against my own, and instead of giving me a normal, every day handshake, he surprised me by kissing my hand gently. His lips were also very soft, and I felt a small chill go down my spine.

After kissing my hand, he looked up at me, and I noticed that his eyes were a deep chocolate brown color. I felt my cheeks burn as I stared into his eyes. Wow, he was so cute.

"It's nice to meet you…" Colin said.

"Oh, um, Brittany," I answered breaking out of the trance I was under.

"Brittany," he repeated. "That's a beautiful name, and you know what they say; A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

Unable to control myself, a giggle escaped my lips as the blush in my cheeks turned darker. Wow, I never thought another guy could to this to me. The only guy who could ever make me giggle or blush was…him. Oh, why was I thinking about him? Forget him, forget him, forget him.

"Thank you," I said sincerely.

"You're welcome," Colin responded with a nod. "Even at a bad time, I know a pretty girl when I see one."

"Well, that's sweet of you. You know, I don't think I've seen you in town before."

"Oh, yeah. I just moved here, which means I'm new around this place."

I watched as the corners of his mouth stretch wider into a huge smile. His teeth were really radiant as the sun shined down on us.

"I was actually hoping someone could show me around," Colin continued. "Would you mind giving me a tour?"

"Me?" I asked surprised.

Colin's only response was a slow nod as he stood up from his seat. He walked over towards me and extended his hand.

"Yes, Miss Brittany," he chivalrously answered. "I would be honored if I were escorted by such a lovely lady."

In that instant, all I could do was stare at the handsome boy in front of me. There was something about him that I really liked, but for some reason, I just couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was the fact that he was someone other than him. Of course, any guy other than Alvin would have been great.

If there was one thing I knew, Colin was definitely the perfect solution to my problems. I needed to move on, and I believed Colin could help me do just that.

Without a second thought, I placed my hand into Colin's and stood from my seat, grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder.

"I'd love to show you around, Mister Colin," I smiled.

Just as Colin and I began walking away from the café, familiar music played again, and I knew I was getting another call. Reaching into my purse and pulling out my cell phone, I immediately threw it back deep into my purse when I realized he was calling me again.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Colin asked me curiously.

"Oh, no," I said, looping my arm around his. "It's no one important."

With that said, we continued on our way down the street.

Alvin's Point of View:

Making my way through the entire town, my calves burning from running so fast, I searched for her. My heart raced and ached as I relived the memory of Brittany's wet and tear stricken face. This was by far the worst thing that has happened to me. God, I have really done it this time.

Damn bitch, Natalie. If she had never shown up at the park, Brittany and I could be having fun right now. We could have been feeding the ducks by the pond. We could have been taking a walk through the park, talking about putting the past behind us.

Most of all, we could have been cuddled close together watching the sunset into the horizon. I could have held her close to me and whispered how much I loved her in her ear. I could have stared right into those perfect icy blue eyes and thought how the moment couldn't have been more perfect.

But no, here I was, chasing desperately after the girl I loved and trying to explain to her what really happened at the park. I needed to find her and soon. I just hope I'm not too late.

Slowing down to a walk, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Brittany's number, hoping to hear the sweet sound of her voice. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

After the tone sounded off, I spoke as clearly and slowly as I could.

"Brittany," I began, "you don't understand. What happened at the park, it just happened. I never wanted that slut to kiss me. She practically threw herself onto me. Brittany, please pick up. I need to tell something important, something I should have told you a long time ago…please."

With my last plea, I closed my phone, praying that she would receive it and call back. However, hope of hearing from her was very slim. I wouldn't be surprised if I never saw her again.

As the thought ran through my mind, I hadn't even realized I had made it back to my neighborhood. The pain in my legs became unbearable, and I decided to have a seat on the sidewalk. Trying again, I called Brittany and got her voicemail. This time, I didn't leave a message.

Closing my phone, I brought my legs close to my chest and hugged them tightly. All I could think about was Brittany. Her face, her eyes, hair auburn hair, and her sweet voice kept racing through my brain. She was such an incredible. All I ever wanted was her, and it only took me until yesterday to figure that out. What couldn't I have learned sooner? Maybe, by now, we would have been together. Damn it, I wish she were here right now so I could tell her how sorry and stupid I am.

"You're so funny," I heard a giggly voice say from a distance.

That's weird. I'm thinking about Brittany so much, I'm starting to hear her voice. However, when I heard that giggle again, the giggle I heard so many times before, I couldn't deny it. It was Brittany! She was here!

I unraveled from my curled up position and looked down the other side of the street. There she was, Brittany, the most beautiful girl in the world. Her hair bounced as she walked on the sidewalk, and she was wearing red, my favorite color. Wow, I never knew such a beauty could exist.

It was then that I realized she wasn't alone. She was walking with some brown haired guy I had never seen before, with her arms looped around his. Who the hell was the stiff? Why was Brittany with him?

Quickly standing up, I knew I had to talk to Brittany, right then and right there. I didn't care if she was hanging out with someone else. She had to know the truth.

"Brittany!" I shouted trying to get her attention.

As she looked over in my direction, her serene outlook turned into the stare of death. Fire burned in her eyes, telling me to get the hell out of here, but I wasn't going to leave until I told her the truth.

Making my way over to her, I noticed that she didn't stop her walking pace. In fact, she sped up and looked forward. That wasn't going to stop me. I ran after her and eventually stopped right in front of her and her new friend.

"Brittany, stop, please," I begged.

"Look pal, you're kind of in the way," the guy said, "so if you don't mind, move."

"Hey buddy, this doesn't concern you," I glared at him before turning to Brittany. "Brittany, I need to talk to you."

"I have nothing to say to you," Brittany hissed.

"Brittany, please, just give me one minute."

Brittany continued to give me the death stare but eventually toward the new guy and said, "Wait here."

Then, we walked away only a couple of feet, and I turned to look at her face to face. She had her arms crossed over her chest as if she were either waiting for me to speak or thinking about what she was going to say. Well, it was now or never.

"Brittany, listen…" I began.

"No, you listen," she yelled cutting me off. "Nothing you can say can change what I saw at the park, Alvin. You locked lips with that little…little whore, and you made everything perfectly clear for me. You obviously didn't mean a single word you said to me over the phone. You led me on, and you lied to me."

"I didn't…"

"No! I don't want to hear anymore of your bull crap. In fact, I never want to see you again. I don't want to have anything to do with you. I don't want you in my life. I don't need you in my life."

My jaw dropped as I listened to Brittany's angry rant. I can't believe she would think I didn't care. I meant every word I said. I would never lie to her. Now, my best friend, my love, my…everything was telling me to leave…for good this time. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be.

"Brittany…" I choked.

"You're not good for me, Alvin," she said, acid spilling out of her words. "I can't trust you anymore. I thought you were different…but I was wrong. Now, if you'll excuse me, Colin's waiting for me."

Brittany turned away from me and started walking away from me.

"No, don't Brittany," I screamed out to her. "Please, you're my best friend…"

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, how much I wanted her to be mine…but…I had suddenly lost my voice. I couldn't fine the right words to tell her.

Then, I noticed that Brittany had stopped walking. Did I finally get to her? Is she going to come back to me? Please Brittany, come back.

"Goodbye, Alvin," she said almost inaudibly.

Those two little simple words cut deeply into my heart. I could feel my heart bleed out love for her as I watched her walk back to the boy named Colin. No, this isn't happening! This wasn't supposed to happen! No, no, no!

When I looked over at the dark haired boy, Colin, and saw him smirking at me, letting me know it was too late for me, and it was his turn now. Seeing him smirk like that sent a rush of rage throughout my body. I didn't even know the jerk and I already hated him for taking my life away.

As Brittany and Colin faded into the distance, I could feel my eyes water up at the brim. Was I crying? I had never cried once in my life, but I never had a reason to, until now. I placed my fingers on my eyes to wipe the tears away, but it didn't work. The tears just kept coming. That's when it truly hit me.

Brittany, my heart and soul, was gone. She was really gone…forever.