New chapter! It might seem that I really have no life, with how often I update and all that, but there are other things in the works. I'm a little worried that this will be a very long project and extend my deadline that I have. I won't have computer access for the entire summer and I really need to finish this within the next month. But I can't rush the story and it just seems to keep getting bigger with chapters in between the start and the finish. See, this is what you get when you get into something major, and then start a grand fanfiction project.

Side note: I'm now up to page fifty on my word processor with this story. Haven't wrote this much since college!

What's the deal with all the silence? The boys all pretty much face-palmed. The two girls just stared at Jeanette. And Jeanette was occupying herself with the extremely fascinating hem of her skirt. And the entire room was just silence. But you could feel the tension building. The dam was about to burst. It was either Alvin who would go off on Jeanette for just blabbing. Or it was going to be Brittany, spewing love and admiration for her heroes or freaking out. But, drop by drop, the water behind the dam was building and the pressure would eventually be too much.

It was at this point that Simon had decided that he didn't want to face whatever was about to happen without his shirt. So, he pulled it on, keeping his eyes to himself and wincing at the burning pain in his side. But it did feel a little better, he had to admit. He just thought it was a shame he couldn't enjoy the bit of relief because of the three words his friend had spoken.

Time was ticking by. It now seemed to be getting harder and harder to say something. No one was looking at each other, but were just standing or sitting awkwardly, looking at anything and everything around the room but each other. But all were deep in thought.

The three boys were worried. Jeanette was thrown into the mix and had now let her sisters into it as well. They were now criminals. Evil-doers. Set on a path that would ultimately lead to jail with one wrong move. The boys were now responsible for not only their safety, but the girl's safety as well. There was also fear. They didn't know the girls well. Jeanette had proven herself to be somewhat trustworthy, but that seemed to be a glimmer in a line of possible deceit when she was in a situation where there seemed to be an insurmountable odd. Eleanor seemed to be a good girl, but she would probably try to interfere with their plans. She did seem to try and mother everyone that she cared about. And Brittany…Oh, Brittany. Gossip queen. That made Alvin sick to his stomach.

Alvin had to do something. His brothers were in danger. Simon was injured and Theodore…Alvin would rather die than see Theo in jail. Yes, they had all made a pact that night when he and Simon did what they did, that the three of them would be in this together. But Alvin would not stand for Theo being hurt. Not again. Not ever! Simon and Alvin had done too much with their lives to keep Theodore safe and had taken many hits to prevent Theodore from harm. Alvin glanced over at Simon. Simon was looking back at him. They both nodded to each other. They were thinking the same thing.

"Jeanette?" Simon started. Jeanette looked up and at Simon, a little surprised. She was seriously thinking that Brittany would be the one going off and breaking the silence. It only made sense to her, with the way that Brittany had been acting. Simon took a deep breath and swallowed hard. This was more difficult than he thought. "You don't need to hide it with silly stories. I thought you were better than this."

'What?' Jeanette's eyes grew wide.

"Listen, I'm sorry for all this. I really am. But I need to face whatever consequence is coming my way." He directed his eyes up at Brittany and put on a calm face. He needed her to believe this. But this was going to hurt. "You're right. I'm a no good, downright, dirty scoundrel. I tried to rob someone. They had a damn whistle and the Vigilante did this. I took advantage of Jeanette's kindness. Plan and simple."

"Simon!" Jeanette called out.

He gave her a cruel smile. "You really don't get it? You'll believe everything, won't you? What if I told you that I'm a purple space monkey? If I gave you any type of believable evidence, you'd believe that, right?"

She looked hurt. He felt his heart tearing. This was going to be a great loss, and that look in her eyes wasn't making the pain any easier. "But you…"

Simon got up from the bed and pulled something out from behind a stack of books. It was a knife. Alvin and Theodore moved away from him, Alvin looking fearful, and Brittany moved quickly in front of her sisters. "I think I told you we moved a lot, right?" Simon continued in a dark tone. "Dave believes in a lot of second chances. So thanks for patching this up. You really helped. And boys?" Simon directed himself at his brothers, pointing the knife at them and looking a tad bit menacing. "I think it's time you say goodbye to your little friends for good. I don't need to go back to ju-ve."

Tears welled up in her eyes. Jeanette thought frantically. She was right. She knew she was right. She saw the helmet. She touched it. He was so kind. So sorry. This had to be a trick. But Alvin and Theodore were scared. Alvin was actually trying to get in front of Simon, trying to convince Simon that no violence was necessary.

Brittany was taken aback. They were in grave danger. They were alone in a house with a knife-wielding maniac! Her little sister had gotten caught up with a crazy fruit-loop! But it started to make sense to her. He was too polite. Too by-the-books. It was a disguise to move around freely. It also made sense. Simon was the only one she had seen to get the better of Alvin, and the only reason that she had for that was that Alvin was afraid of Simon. And there was no way that he and his brothers would be the Vigilante. They were a selfish lot, at least, Alvin and Simon seemed to be. It was time to leave. Now.

The boys were beginning to wrestle with each other, Alvin trying to get the knife while attempting to calm Simon down, shouting for the girls to run for it. Theodore just stood in the corner with sad eyes, ready to cry. Eleanor wanted to comfort him. He was the object of a bullying older brother. But she couldn't. It would make things obviously worse. So Eleanor and Brittany did all that they could. They took a hold of a crying Jeanette and they ran from the house.

As soon as the door slammed, Alvin and Simon dropped their arms and looked at the floor. "Nice performance," Alvin mumbled, taking the fake knife that Simon had recently confiscated from Alvin and placing it in his pocket. He sat down with a sigh on the bed and Simon turned out his chair and did the same. Theodore didn't move from his spot.

"Why?" Theodore eventually whispered through tears and a sniffle.

The older boys just sighed. "Theo, please understand…" Simon began.

"Why!? They were our friends!"

"We have a good reason." Alvin put in.

"No! Why!? Why!? Why!? Why!?" Theodore sank to the floor and cried.

Simon got up and knelt down next to Theodore, putting an arm around him. "They can go to jail for this. It would have been better if Jeanette just didn't do anything from the first. So we need a reason for this," he indicated his wound. "One that would make them completely innocent."

Alvin followed Simon and put his arm around Theodore as well. "I know you liked Eleanor. I liked Brittany. And four-eyes seemed to get along great with Jeanette. But to keep you and them safe, we had to do that. Don't go near Eleanor anymore. And…be prepared. They could call the cops on Simon."

The only sound that filled the room was Theodore's sobs.

"Brittany, wait!"

"No! We're going to the police and we're going now!"

Brittany marched quickly down the street with Eleanor right next to her. Jeanette was in their wake, finding it hard to keep up with her shorter sisters. Her eyes had dried from the tears, but they were red from the crying. It was still a shock with how the boys had reacted, and it was even more so that Simon would say those things to her. He had been nothing but a gentlemen from the beginning.

Jeanette made another call to attempt Brittany from continue on. "Are you serious?" Brittany spat back. "Simon just threatened all of us. He's crazy! And you want to not go to the cops?" Brittany stopped short and turned on her sister, her eyes as fierce as ever. "You are just so stuck on the idea that they are the Vigilante. But you told us you only have a theory on their identity. Would the Vigilante behave like that?"

"Yes!" Jeanette exclaimed. "They are afraid. I found out the truth when I found Simon injured, dressed as Doc of the Vigilante, and then I just go and expose them. I don't know why they felt that they needed to go that far, but I know that they were afraid."

"Sure. And Simon said all those mean and hurtful things to you because of the act."

"Yes." Those words he said still hurt.

Eleanor went and gave Jeanette a hug, looking Jeanette in the eyes. "Netta, what just happened…Brittany's right. We need to report this. So many things make sense with this. Theodore never liked to oppose his brothers, especially Simon. Simon seems to keep them all away from everyone else. I can't tell you how many times Simon easily pulled Alvin and Theodore away. I've seen it in school. And they say that loners can turn out to be really bad. Aren't you Simon's only friend at school?"

Jeanette was wide-eyed. She opened her mouth but Brittany shushed her. "I know Alvin enough to be able to say that he will stand up to anyone. But Simon gets the better of him all the time. And I heard all about it. Simon is constantly creeping, watching people around him. All the girls are kind of worried about it. There is something not right about him. And now we know."

She was never once described as stubborn. But Jeanette saw what she saw and knew what she knew. Although her heart ached with recent events, there was no way that she could have imagined his pained expression, the jacket and the helmet, and the kind words that he said that night. Sure, she had to admit, his behavior was…out of the ordinary. But it wasn't criminal. There had to be a reason. She just couldn't think of it. "You can drag me there, but I won't be saying anything. And he didn't outright threaten us. He threatened his brothers. And we could have the police sent there, but that doesn't mean that Alvin and Theodore will give Simon up. And that's because they are the Vigilante!"

Her sisters stared at her in utter disbelief. How could they convince Jeanette that she was not doing the right thing? And was it even worth attempting to report this to the police? Jeanette was right. Simon didn't threaten them. He was just insulting. And Jeanette had never been this stubborn. "You're making a big mistake," Brittany growled. The girls turned and went home.

Things were quiet the rest of the night. Eleanor was scared for Theodore. He seemed like an innocent victim at the hands of a totalitarian brother. Jeanette was under some sort of spell that Eleanor assumed was puppy love. Alvin seemed to be just barely handling the situation and Brittany was downright livid in a quiet way.

But Jeanette just stayed in her room the rest of the night. She didn't eat dinner. She didn't talk to anyone and ignored all the back-handed comments that her sisters gave her. All she did was cry. If she knew one thing about their visit, it was that Simon had just completely and efficiently cut off all connection between them. And that hurt the most.

She got proof of that the next day. Simon had come to school and her heart sank like lead in a river when she heard him request to sit next to a different person under the pretense of offering academic assistance. There were no glances. There were no comments. There was nothing. Their budding friendship was completely gone as if it never really existed.

The same could be said for Eleanor during the afternoon. Theodore stayed away from her. She tried to strike up conversation frequently with him, but he always moved away and wouldn't even look at her. His eyes were red and blood-shot, and he got a couple of jokes directed at him for possibly partying too hard, and he would just smile weakly at them. That friendship was also gone with the wind.

The only one who looked positively at the prospect of the removal of the Seville's from their lives was Brittany. She had the idea that she would never have to deal with Alvin again, and that made her quite ecstatic and she went to school with a song in her heart, which was a rare occurrence. She did change her tune, however, by lunch. Her day was missing something. It shouldn't have felt like that, though. She was asked out on a date by Darren again, caught up on some very juicy gossip, was complimented several times on her outfit, and actually did well on a test. It was a great day!

A day that was missing something. And she knew what it was. A mischievous smirk, little annoying prank, and an amusing little argument that would usually start up her day. Without knowing it, Alvin had become a part of her life, and it was a part that made her feel a little more complete. So the void was obvious when he would turn to the other girls and flirt with them instead, ignoring her to high heaven. What made that worse was that the other girls were rubbing it in her face that Alvin was no longer interested in her.

Brittany was walking down the hallway, her head held high and her face blank. She had just spotted Jeanette, but she looked so dejected and was obviously not paying attention to the point that she walked into a trashcan, knocking it over. Brittany was about to go over to Jeanette, but was distracted by something out of the corner of her eye. Alvin had just walked out of an intersecting hallway, whistling to himself. Looking back to Jeanette, Brittany saw that she was no longer there. Jeanette had scurried away from the scene of her humiliation.

In one afternoon, Jeanette had gone from feeling and acting a little more confident to being a completely lost cause. That boy had done it to her. There seemed to be a magic that the tall, weird, polite freak had over the people closest to him. Brittany bit her lip, turned her heels and went after Alvin. She caught up with him and yanked him unceremoniously into a doorway.

"What's your problem, Miller?" Alvin snapped, adjusting his shirt that she had knocked out of place. "Whatever it is, you better get over it. I gotta go." He tried to run for it in the coolest way he could obviously managed. Brittany pulled him back.

"We need to talk."

"Whatever it is, I don't need to hear it."

Brittany rolled her eyes and kept him in place. He glowered at her and she just ignored it. "Is it true?"

"What are you going on about?"

"Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Is your brother really a psycho?"

Alvin forced her hands off of him and just leaned in. "Why the hell are you asking me? You saw it yourself. So why didn't you do anything?"

Brittany just blinked. She didn't do anything. Simon was standing there with a knife, confessing his evil ways, and she just let it go. Why was that again? Because Jeanette said that he didn't threaten them. But he did threaten his brothers. So why didn't she do anything? Just because Jeanette told her that the police wouldn't believe her? Is that it? "I…don't know…" Brittany mumbled out at last. "We're confused, I guess."

Alvin huffed. "I don't have time for this." He tried to walk away.

Brittany pulled him back again but the neck of his shirt. He snapped at her and tried to straighten out his clothes again. "Listen. If you need to talk to anyone, or if you need help, I…can do it. You can lean on me. I don't…" well, this was hard. "I don't know what it's like to have a brother like that, but it must be tough on you. I guess you do what you can to keep that jerk away from Theodore, right?"

"Brittany, you don't need…"

"I misjudged you, Alvin. This is the only place you can be yourself and I just thought, all this time that you were just…well, just…I'm sorry, alright? And I mean it. If you need help, I'm here."

Alvin just nodded his head slowly, shrugged off her hand, and walked away. She didn't want to stop him again and make him late for probably meeting with his horrible brother, but she had to watch him walk away. What she didn't realize was that Alvin was biting his lip and trying to keep his wits about him. She didn't say anything to the police yet, but it probably was a just a matter of time before she did.

It felt nice to have someone in his corner that wasn't his brothers, though.

Brittany had snuck out again. She kind of mentioned a date with some guy, but really didn't go into specifics. Ms. Miller was downstairs thinking that all her girls were home, but she was none-the-wiser to Brittany's nocturnal activities. Eleanor and Jeanette were home, however, and were actually in the same room with each other, waiting patiently for Brittany to come home.

Anxiously waiting.

She should have been home an hour ago, at least that was what Brittany implied. Perhaps she was having such a fun time that she forgot the time, or maybe she was taking her own sweet time returning to the house. A final idea was that Brittany had, once again, got into some sort of trouble. That was the option that her sisters were praying wasn't the one that had happened. But with Brittany's record, it was the most likely.

"She could have at least called," Jeanette mumbled. She felt like her hair was greying, although the girls were only juniors in high school. There was so much worry that she could just feel her hair losing its color.

Eleanor nodded in agreement. "Where did she say she was going?"

Jeanette shrugged her shoulders. The information that Brittany had given them was very vague and full of holes. That was completely indicative of a date, but that was just about all the information they could gather.

After another hour, the girls had enough. They decided to take leaf out of Brittany's book and to go look for her. Jeanette scribbled some sort of message for Brittany and left it in the room that had entirely too much pink in it and the two girls made their ways to Eleanor's room. There, they opened the window, put on their jackets, and, one at a time, climbed out on to the old lattice. It was the way that Brittany used to sneak out of the house and had been put there, probably, when the neighborhood was actually nice.

Once reaching the ground, Eleanor and Jeanette gathered themselves together and set off down the street. Jeanette couldn't help but wonder what the sudden change was that now caused them to feel the need to search the streets at night. They were doing dangerous things much more frequently than they ever had before. But something in her kept telling her it would be alright. The Vigilante was now watching over the streets.

'That's probably it. The Vigilante. I wonder if they are out tonight. I hope not. Simon…still doesn't look too good.'

Right as she finished her thought, she found herself staring down the wrong end of a knife.

There was trouble. Brittany heard the screams and knew instantly there was trouble. She ran forward, her heels making it a little difficult. She was just heading home from her date, trying to be quick about it knowing she was late, when she heard the screams. All Brittany could think was that this was the perfect end to a perfect night.

As she rounded a corner cautiously, her hand instinctively reached for her neck. But her whistle wasn't there. She looked down and around, but then it occurred to her. Darren had removed the whistle, telling her it was putting him out of the mood, and she left it with him after she stormed out when he wasn't understanding that no means no. She had no whistle. She glanced up.

Her eyes grew wide with horror. There, being muffled and at knife point, were her two little sisters. A group was trying to rob them, digging through their clothes for anything of value. Brittany had to do something! But she had learned the hard way that she couldn't fight. She needed help and she needed it soon, before things really went bad.

She turned on her heels, running down the street and looking for any sign of life. Bitterly, she cursed the fact that the city really quieted down once the sun had set. All the good people were tucked safely away from the wretched souls that wandered the night. There was no one. She felt like crying and her feet were killing her, but she kept on going.

A dark flash appeared up ahead. She didn't care who it was, she just called out as loudly as she could. Her voice cracked and her desperation was audible in her cry. The figure stopped and looked at her. But her moment of relief was short. It seemed to want to keep running away from her.

"My sisters! They're in trouble!" she cried out again, louder. The figure straightened up, seemed to debate about something, before making his way towards her. Then two other figures appeared behind him, all running as quickly as they could. She smiled at her luck. It was them. She turned and pointed down the street that she came to, shouting to them where her sisters were and they quickly ran with her before surpassing her.

One rounded the corner that she had been too afraid to do and she could instantly hear the fight breaking out. The other two went in different directions. One climbed the wall easily to get on to the roof of the nearest building while the other seemed to go down around the other building. Her legs were heavy as she tried to keep up with them, her heels clacking against the pavement and her lungs begging for breath. She stopped at the corner.

Two of the group were already down. But there seemed to be two others. Her sisters, upon seeing her, ran to Brittany and huddled behind her. And all three watched the fight.

One of the dark heroes made a swing to the nearest one, but the other assailant seemed to be much quicker and held on quickly to his arm. The assailant made a couple of quick jabs to the hero's stomach, causing out a strange, synthesized scream of pain. The hero pulled them both into the shadows.

The third assailant came flying out of the shadows a moment later, landing unconscious on the ground. The last perpetrator stood still, holding his knife in his hand, looking around to see where his attacker would be coming from. He didn't expect to be hit from behind. A few well-placed hits and he was on the ground in pain, before getting up to his feet quickly and running away past the girls. Then the three heroes emerged together.

They looked over at the girls and the girls looked at them. Jeanette could see it. The tallest one was holding his side where he took some hits. She frowned.

The sound of sirens echoed through the street. Someone had heard the noise and called the cops. The boys looked towards the sound and then back behind them. They seemed to be at a loss for where they needed to go. They probably weren't very familiar with this part of the city. Brittany could see it and she wasn't going to have it.

"C'mon!" she ran to them, grabbed one of their hands, and pulled him with her. They were hesitant, but the increasing sirens were making options much more limited. They had to get out of the area, and so they followed the girls.

The girls knew this neighborhood like the back of their hands. They had played all over this place as children and each hole in the fence or small, back alley, were second nature to them. Brittany had no idea where she was leading these boys, but she instinctively drew them with her, her sisters following behind them all. Every once in a while, the boys would tell her that they were alright now, but she was too pumped up. She was too into her own thoughts of leading them away from the police and to the only safe haven she knew. Before she realized it, they were all standing in Eleanor's room.

Cook-y looked around out the window with Doc right behind him, still holding his side. Captain was just standing there, looking nervous. "Any sign?"

Doc and Cook-y both sighed. "Yea."

Captain just nodded and the two boys backed away from the window. The police tried to follow them again. They looked at the girls. Jeanette was visibly out of breath along with Brittany and Eleanor, being the most athletic of the girls, was rubbing Brittany's back. "What happened Brittany?" She asked quietly.

"I should ask you that! What were you doing out so late? If I didn't stop by, you would have been…I am so mad at you two!"

"Us? You were the one who was late! We went out to look for you. Where did you go? Why didn't you call us?"

Brittany looked taken back. She had forgotten her cell phone in her anger. She took it out of her purse and looked at it. There were missed phone calls from her sisters on it. Her face fell. "Oh. Sorry. Darren…no means no. Okay girls? If you get a date, no means no."

Jeanette sank to the floor sadly and Eleanor just shook her head. After a few seconds, the girls moved for a group hug, all apologizing to each other. The boys just gave each other glances while occasionally still checking out the window for the police. Cook-y started and yanked the other two down quickly. The girls looked up at them and then out the window. Cops were driving by the houses, shining their search light. But the police car passed quickly.

"Get off me," a synthesized voice groaned.

"Sorry," another replied. Cook-y moved off of Doc and Doc rubbed his side. Jeanette's eyes grew wide. Doc took a couple of hits. She saw them. To his right side. She walked carefully over to them and all three snapped their heads up.

She sighed. This wasn't going to end very well, she could see it. "You need help."

"No, he doesn't. Thanks for leading us all the way here, but we're leaving." It was Captain.

The three boys stood up and checked out the window again.

"The cops are still out there."

"We can manage."

"We brought you here on purpose. We know it was wrong."

"Stop interfering."

Slowly the boys were each preparing to go down.

"We can help you!"

"We were fine on our own before the Trouble Sisters."

Back to what the day started out as. The three boys ignoring them. Simon ignoring Jeanette. They were so difficult. Did all boys act like this? She didn't understand it. She was already a part of this, and there was no way they were going to convince her she was crazy. They kept doing so much. Saving her and her sisters time and time again. Giving everyone a sense of security. Giving everyone strength to fight back on their own. And these boys, when they needed help, just pushed everyone away.

"I'm not going to stop. I won't. You can trust me! You can trust my sisters. We won't do anything to hurt you. I'm sorry that I told them. But you don't know them like I do. Give them a chance. Like the chance that you gave me. We want to help and you know we've wanted to help from day one. Please...". The boys were leaving. "Simon!"

He had his hand on the window frame and was looking like the first one to go down. He stopped and looked over at Jeanette. Her eyes were glossy. He had given so much pain to her in such a small amount of time, all because he was too weak to say no in the first place. His actions put his brothers in danger and made Theodore miserable. He stood up straight and sighed.

'You're really going along with this?' Alvin's voice crackled in his ear. Simon looked over at Alvin.

"They aren't going to give in," Simon replied in the radio. It was how they communicated with each other during fights, without anyone else hearing them do so.

'Brittany is.'

'Eleanor, too,' Theodore put in sadly.

Simon shook his head. "No, they are just put off from the Seville's right now. Not the Vigilante. It's only a matter of time. Tonight shows that they won't back off. Instead of bringing us to their house, insisting it, actually, they could have just brought us elsewhere."

The three boys shared a look. Brittany and Eleanor were straight up confused and Jeanette was just waiting patiently. 'Man, she probably is the most annoying among them,' Alvin continued the conversation, pointing at Jeanette.

Simon smiled a little. "She's just eager."

'What about…getting them in trouble?' Theodore asked.

Both of the older brothers sighed at the same time. 'They already are. Best we can do for them is to keep our traps shut if we get caught.' Alvin was not happy. 'So, the vote?'

'In,' Theodore replied, looking over at Eleanor who was whispering to Brittany. He really missed her and wasn't ashamed to admit it.

'Out,' Alvin snapped. He thought they were doing just fine on their own.

Simon undid the straps on his helmet and yanked it off his head. "In." He looked over at his brothers with a raised eyebrow.

Jeanette grinned wide as she looked at Simon digging through his pockets for his glasses. He set them on his face and looked at the two girls. Alvin and Theodore followed Simon's lead and took of their own helmets. As soon as his was off, Theodore jumped over to Eleanor and gave her a huge hug. Alvin just rolled his eyes and grumbled angrily.

Eleanor was surprised. She hugged Theodore back and looked up at him and then at the other two brothers. For a moment things didn't make sense. But she knew what she saw. The Vigilante had saved her and Jeanette, again, and they brought them back here. The next thing she knew, Theodore and the other Seville's were in her room.

The shock was too great for Brittany. She stood wide-eyed and just pointed at Simon, her mouth opened, then she pointed at Alvin, and then Theodore, and then back to Alvin. Jeanette merely giggled at her behavior. Brittany couldn't make heads or tails of anything. Finally, she closed her mouth, stood up straight, and then crossed her arms. "I want explanations and I want them now," she demanded.

"We were going to tell you, Brittany. Just not in this lifetime," Alvin smirked out, watching Brittany get red in the face. Ah, he missed this. He had to admit that.

"Now, before things get out of hand here," Simon started, putting his palms up in a manner that indicated for everyone to settle down.

"I don't want to hear anything from you, you psycho!" Brittany stamped her foot.

"Brittany! Ms. Miller is sleeping. Do you want her to come up here?" Jeanette chastised. Just as she said that, they heard a voice from downstairs.

"Girls! What are you doing up? It's a school night."

Automatically, the girls replied innocently. "Yes, Ms. Miller."

They all just stood still and looked towards the door. The boys were nervous that they would get caught, and the girls as well. They never had boys in their rooms before. Ms. Miller never allowed it. Brittany composed herself and sat down on Eleanor's bed. She shook her head in disbelief. Theodore had finally let go of Eleanor and went to stand next to his brothers. Eleanor sat next to Brittany. It was obvious she wanted to hear everything as well.

Alvin chuckled. "Who's up for a nice game of checkers?"

"Can it, Seville."

The boys nodded and all six teens stretched out quietly in Eleanor's room. It was already a long night and it was about to get longer. Alvin sarcastically muttered out, "Gather 'round, kiddies, for story time," before the boys began their tale.

Well, I want to thank a very special someone. It's because of that one person that this chapter even came into existence. I was going to let the girls find out completely at the Seville house, but this seemed so much better, and it is all thanks to you! (You know who you are.) Up next, I don't know! I can't figure out if I should go into a backstory with the boys or just continue forward with the story. I don't know if you guys really want to read a backstory. *shrugs* Let's see how it goes, first