Warning: This chapter has part with a religious theme.

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Sevilles and Millers

The four children were sitting on the couch, slowly eating their cookies. They had given up pretending to watch the television in front of them a while ago. Dave and Miss Miller just sat by the phone, trying to start a conversation every now and then. The news was the only thing that could be heard in the house, but the reporters were talking about dead birds. No one, not even Alvin, dared to say it was boring and turned it off. They were not going to risk any valuable piece of information.

"I miss them." Theodore said randomly. Alvin tried to think of a comeback, but could not.

"Me too." he responded. The others nodded in agreement. The silence swept over once again, but was broken when the phone rang. The kids jumped from their spots and rushed over to the source of the noise.

"Hello?" Dave asked. The loss of his son and (extremely-close-to-being-a) daughter had really taking a toll on him. Dark bags could be found under his eyes due to lack of sleep. He had not changed his clothes since the day Simon went missing, nor did he take a shower. But those problems would come later. Right now, he needed to find his son.

"What?" Dave's smile began to drop, earning disappointed faces from the people surrounding him. "Of course I don't want to buy your ghost hunting kit! Why the hell would I?" Dave slammed the phone back onto the wall. He did not normally curse, but he was frustrated.

""It's going to be alright David." Miss Miller wiped away the few salty tears that Dave permitted to pass. "We'll find Jeanette and Simon soon enough." Despite the fact that her smile was genuine, even a fool could see her hopes were beginning to fade too.

Everyone went back to there usual positions. Well, everyone except for Alvin. He walked upstairs into his room and sat near his huge window. The stars shone brightly, and the moons pale glow dimly lit the room. Alvin looked at a picture hanging up on the wall. It was of Cookie Chomper III's funeral. He and his brothers were hysterical, and Dave was desperately attempting to calm them down. However, no matter what he did, the boys did not calm down. After about a half an hour later, when he was about to give up, Dave had told them something. What was it again?

'When times are tough, pray.'

Alvin bit his lip. He hadn't prayed in years. Oh well, here goes nothing.

"H-H-Hey God," he started, "it's me, Alvin. I know I don't talk to you as much as I should. I guess I just sorta... forgot. And I'm sorry. I guess I can try to pray more often." Alvin sighed. ""Remember one time we spoke, when I asked for someone to adopt us? Or when I asked for Dave to get the job he had always wanted? And you answered them? Well, I do. You have given me so much, and I feel so loved. I feel so greedy asking for more. I really do. But, I was wondering if you could do one more favor for me.'' Alvin felt a few tears slide down his cheeks. "I was wondering... if you could bring Simon and Jeanette home for me. Not just me, for everyone. Just the thought of losing them is enough, but to actually have them missing is unbearable. So please, if your listening, can you do that for me? Can you bring my brother home?" With that, Alvin burst into tears. Not one thought of his "machoness" came to mind. He needed to let it out.

Downstairs, Brittany was growing very worried. Where was Alvin? Normally she wouldn't be this worried, but with two missing chipmunks, it was hard not to freak out because she couldn't find him. Brittany didn't even think of telling Dave about her concerns. The poor man had already lost one son. If she told Miss Miller, she was bound to tell Dave. Brittany frantically looked around, tears starting to well up.

'Why do I care? It's Alvin I'm looking for!' she thought. However, Brittany knew the answer to that. By the time she was on the verge of hysteria, she heard sobs coming from the boys' room. Why didn't she look there? Wasting no time, Brittany ran into the room, relieved and shocked at what she had found.

"W-W-Why Simon?" Alvin cried. Was this really Alvin? The Alvin Seville? Never in her life had she seen Alvin cry before. "W-Why could't it have been me? Or Brittany?" Brittany put a hand on her hip in anger. All sympathy she had for him a few moments ago was gone.

"Excuse me?" Alvin turned around and blushed in embarrassment. Brittany stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, glaring at Alvin.

"Sorry Britt." he whispered. She rolled her eyes at him. Alvin resumed his crying and Brittany stood there, helpless. A few awkward minutes passed, and Brittany decided to try to help her friend. She slowly walked over to him and put her arms around Alvin. He jumped a little from the contact, but did not refuse. Brittany just stared at him. Never in her life had she saw Alvin crying.

"I want him back so much!" Alvin yelled into Brittany's chest. She stroked his back.

"How do you think I feel? My sister is gone too." she said softly. Alvin looked up at her with glassy eyes.

"Yeah, I guess your right." He slowly switched positions, and was now leaning against the window with Brittany facing towards him. "I just wish I could have said sorry for all the times I was mean to him. Seriously, who knew he would change like that? It's probably my faulty he's missing!"

"Alvin, you know it isn't your fault! Sometimes, fate is cruel to us."

Alvin sighed. "Yea, but now, I regret every single rude thing I've said to him. And the pranks. And the times when I stole his homework. And the-"

"Alvin stop!" Brittany interrupted. "Your making me feel guilty too." Alvin smiled sadly.

"Sorry Britt." he said. Brittany arched an eyebrow. "What?"

"Okay, first you said I was right. Then you said sorry. For the second time! Our siblings missing must have done something to your mind." Brittany playfully said before giggling.

"Ha ha ha ha, so funny." For the first time in ages, the two were acting like their normal selves and almost completely forgot about the mess around them.

"I'm so glad you agree with me!" Brittany teased. They joked around for a little while longer until Miss Miller called them down for supper. They both realized that as long as they had each other, they could make it through this tough time.

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End of Season 1! Okay, yea, it's short, and I'm not gonna lie. I have so many frikin tests that I want to die. In fact, I should be studying now but I felt bad. Some Pmed me (who wishes to remain anonymous) told me I was writing the wrong use of Ciao. Thank you for pointing that out, seeing as I never noticed it before. Oh well.

"The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory." -Unknown

Chow!