Okay, I think you've deserved enough waiting...
WAIT! I want you to count how many times you've smiled while reading this chapter, including the one you just did ;)
Dave Seville roughly hit his alarm clock. He sat up and looked out the window, it was a beautiful day for more swimming, fun, and relaxation. He smiled, knowing coming to this hotel for the weekend was a good idea. He stood up, glanced at the clock, then headed out into the hall. He thought it'd be best to get everyone up, since it was 9:30. He walked into the bedroom that held Jeanette and Eleanor. He barely stepped into the room, and nicely told them to get up, they didn't hesitate.
"Come on, Eleanor," Jeanette sweetly told her sister, "let's get ready to swim ag-" she stopped, rubbed her eyes, and slowly looked around, "Um, did Brittany get up before us?" the purple-clad chipette asked, surprised. Eleanor yawned, sat up, and also looked around.
"That's a huge shocker." the green-clad chipette joked. Jeanette giggled, slightly. The two chipettes headed out into the living room to search for their older sister.
Simon threw a pillow at Theodore to get up.
"Theo."
"Ugh, seriously, it's only like 5am!" he stuffed his face into into the pillow.
"Actually," Jeanette appeared, "It's 9:38am." she corrected. Eleanor sat next to Theodore, after he sat up, and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled and slightly blushed.
"Hey, um have you guys seen Brittany?" Jeanette stepped into the kitchen, she grabbed the plastic bowls and spoons, plus the cereal and milk, "She wasn't in our room." Simon furrowed a brow, as did Theo. Dave stepped out of the bathroom, wearing his dark blue and white swimming trunks.
"Okay, now that we're all up, why don't we- wait. Where's Alvin?" Dave questioned.
"He's probably asleep...still." Simon leaned back on the couch, not surprised. Jeanette came in with 5 bowls of cereal on a tray, and also agreed to Simon's assumption. Dave sighed,
"I'll go get him." their father announced. Dave wandered into the hall containing the King Size room. He hesitated before knocking, he just lightly opened the door instead. He took a few steps, but stopped. Brittany was nuzzled in Alvin's chest, wrapped in his arms. She was tightly gripping his shirt, (for once he slept with it on.)
Although Brittany had space issues, she seemed to be perfectly content being engulfed in Alvin's protecting arms. The red-clad's chin was placed perfectly on top of the auburn head, sleeping restfully. Their breaths weren't in sync, but flowed together smoothly. Dave felt shocked, then angry, then calm. He backed out of the room, shutting the door ever so quietly.
The father-like figure had never really been involved in his son's social life. Every now and then, Dave would hear about Alvin's girlfriends and how they were the "Cutest Couple Ever," but he never actually knew what was happening. When the Chipmunks hit Middle School, Alvin had always brought a lot of feminine friends over to "hang out." Dave pushed it aside and took it as his oldest son's "experiments" ;) As far as anything goes with Lucie, Dave just thought of her as "the next thing." But seeing Brittany with Alvin so connected, and associate with each other, it's just a load off. Dave continued into the hall, feeling considerate.
"Okay, Alvin...is sleeping, still," Dave didn't really know how to tell the rest, "And Brittany is-"
"With him?" Simon assumed, causing everyone else to get a giggle out of themselves. Dave snickered a bit himself.
"So are we going to chuckle, or are we going to swim?" Dave more or so suggested. Everyone agreed and continued to get ready. They were hoping that Alvin and Brittany would join in later, just to be sure...
"Brittany and Alvin,
We're at the water park, when you wake up
come find us around the Lagoon area.
-Jeanette"
That's just something Jeanette would do, she's warm hearted enough to make sure everything is perfect.
"Hey, you want a PEZ?" Simon asked his counterpart, holding out a Snoopy PEZ dispenser.
"Sure," Jeanette held out her opened hand, "Where did you get it?" she asked, sucking on the grape, rectangular treat.
"This? Oh, I won it at the arcade last night." Simon responded, "I chased down Alvin and convinced him to call your sister and apologize," he slipped on his azure, plaid T-shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, "When he was busy with that, I used the claw machine, and...won it." Simon wasn't sure why he was telling her everything, but he didn't mind talking to her. Neither did she.
"Well, I'm glad they're not arguing over something stupid anymore." Jeanette remarked. She threw a small bag over her shoulder. She wasn't planning on swimming, just relaxing in the sun. She was a little disappointed with her "new arrival," but she wasn't going to let that get in the way of her last weekend in California.
Dave, and the two green-clad chipmunk/chipette were already across the street, heading into the water park, before Simon and Jeanette had even got out of the lobby.
"I'll race you to the vertical drop slide." Jeanette challenged, once by the park.
"Racing? Really?" Simon asked, smiling. Jeanette didn't let him have an answer, she reached around his back and grabbed his small carrier bag, causing him to be pulled closer to her.
"You have to race me in order to retrieve your items." she waved the bag in his face. Simon wasn't surprised by this behavior, in fact he actually craved attention from her. He tried to grab his belongings, Jeanette pulled it back. In a flash, she dashed off, running to the entrance. Simon smiled rather childishly and chased after her.
9:54am
Within the King Size room, the sun peeked through the window, shining on the edge of the cottony, ebony covers, that were shuffled on a memory foam mattress. The heat from the rays were causing the black covers to feel intense with warmness. Alvin, who was uncomfortable with the change in temperature, mentally, roughly woke himself up from an amazing slumber. He lift his eyes open, and took a small breath through the nose, only to be reintroduced to a familiar scent of coconut butter and chlorine. Alvin remembered he had company in his presence.
His left arm was positioned around Brittany's waist, securely, as if he was catching her form falling. His other arm had her head resting softly on it. Both of her petite hands were grasping his crimson T-shirt, tightly. He gave a crooked smile. Oh God, how he just wanted to keep lying there and not do anything. He was content. Sadly, if he were to fall back asleep, Brittany would be the first to get up and ask a whole bunch of stupid questions. So, he had to do the last thing on his mind: wake her up. Actually, the last thing on his mind would be to take advantage of her, but he knows better ;) He sighed and hoped for the best.
"Hey," he whispered, desperately hoping she wouldn't get pissed, "psst, wake-up." To his surprise, she slowly fluttered her eyes open. Brittany released her grip form his shirt and lifted her head up.
"Sleep well?" she asked, halfway awake. She yawned and waited for a response.
"Yeah, actually I did," Alvin responded, "Guess what?"
"What?" Brittany stretched and sat up.
"I actually remembered last night." he joked. Brittany had to refresh her memory.
"Wow, that's soo fascinating!" sarcasm dripped from her mouth, "One problem, we didn't do anything." Alvin sat up, accidentally setting his hand near hers. This, as cliche as it sounds, caused sparks and what almost felt like a tingly sensation up her arm.
"We should've." Alvin remarked. Brittany faced him with a serious look.
"Alvin..." she begged.
"I know, I know." he rolled his eyes, he was referring to how he's not supposed to "flirt with" or "tease" her. But, it was just too much fun. Obviously he knew it was wrong, but his cocky, determined attitude is what framed him, "So, I say we get some breakfast instead of wasting time around here." he suggested, fully standing up. He paced over to the table that held his belongings, then casually looked for a different set of clothes.
Brittany began to think quietly to herself. Her thoughts wandered to last night. The mood. The atmosphere. The boy-scratch that-chipmunk. She remembers Alvin confessing about knowing about their-actually her connection with him Thursday night. Brittany couldn't figure out how he knew, because during the time, he was practically stoned on candy! Another thing, why the hell isn't he rubbing it in her face? He was all up on her, and she let him do it. So where are all of his rude, meaningless, blackmail comments? She was stressing over something that to her is potentially known as "cheating."
Chills. Chills surrounded her. Brittany couldn't begin to imagine the thought of cheating on Jacobson with...Alvin? That's because she wouldn't. She completely rejected that thought. Her eyes began to wander around, soaking up the beauty of the King Size room. Eventually her eyes fell upon Alvin. He was still searching for a different outfit for the day. She gazed at him with consideration, actually trying to imagine herself with him. All of that went to a blur as soon as he began to take off his crimson T-shirt. She felt heat rise on her cheeks, but she couldn't look away.
Alvin could feel a set of eyes on him. He slowed down his pace and set his shirt down. He then, took his time finding another one. Brittany noticed that he wasn't that built, but he had structure, and a smooth stomach that probably had abs. Alvin smirked, he knew she was staring, probably thinking about his abs, (that he didn't have.) She never really stopped to look at him before. He was kinda cute.
"Like what you see?" her head snapped up. She could fell her face getting extremely hot.
"What?" was all she could respond with. Alvin let out a single, mouth-closed, laugh. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Would you prefer that I leave my shirt off?" he halfway joked. Brittany smiled, and gave him the "up & down" stare.
"If you want." she said, plainly, catching Alvin by surprise. He furrowed his eyebrows. Brittany got up and began to exit the room. He dashed in front of her.
"Wait, wait," he puzzled himself trying to pick something to say, "You don't care that my smooth, built, masculine, upper half of my body is showing?" he asked, getting full of himself.
"Nope." Brittany walked around him, containing herself. He re-stepped in front of her, with a more irritated look. Not as irritated as hers.
"Really? But, I'm sooooooooo-"
"Don't even continue." she put a hand up, cutting him off, leaving him there.
Alvin snaked his arm around Brittany's waist, before she could exit. He pulled her in front of him, bringing their bodies together as one. Brittany's heart beat faster than she could blink. She had rested her hands above his forearms, feeling his muscularity course through her veins. Alvin had slowly moved his hands down to her lower back, holding her petite body close to his. Brittany swallowed hard, finally looking into his sky blue eyes. He returned the glare by looking into her ice blue ones.
She hadn't noticed that the back of her knee was in contact with the King Size bed. Alvin gently, but forcefully pushed her down, so she was sitting eye level with his stomach. He moved his hands to her knees, kneeling down. Brittany was still looking into his eyes, but he was looking down, smirking.
"Brittany, you know we're friends, right?" he put emphasis on "friends." Brittany's hands felt clammy.
"Yeah..."
"Okay, then you can tell me anything." Alvin blurted. Brittany sighed, she was expecting something different.
"I...I know that." she stood up, but he pushed her right back down.
"Then you're not going anywhere, until you tell me what's wrong. And don't say that there's nothing...I know you better than that." he let a smile slap on his mouth, Brittany sighed dramatically.
"Fine. You're going to hate this." she warned. Alvin laced his fingers with hers.
"Try me."
10:44am
"Give it BACK!" Brittany screeched.
"NO!"
"Alvin!"
"Brittany!" Alvin mimicked. He ran around the kitchen table with a pink, Samsung, touchscreen in his pants. Yes, his PANTS! "If you want it, you gotta get it!" he winked. Brittany threw her arms on the table, blew her bangs out of her face, and sighed.
"You know what? I hope someone calls!" Brittany tried as a threat. Alvin had taken her phone when they were in the room. It goes along with all the things she confessed to him, like how she finds Jacobson totally attractive when he's wrong, or how she actually thought Alvin's body was "okay," (yeah right, she was drooling.) But the one confession is how she thinks she's obsessed with her phone. So, Alvin being Alvin thought it'd be fun by taking her phone and shoving it into his pants.
"C'mon Brit, the first step to handling your obsession is to take a break from it." Alvin teased, jumping over the back of the couch as she tried to reach for him, "So I'll just keep your precious, little, cellular device for a while." he stated devilishly, "Then, I'll continue trying to take over the world!" he joked.
"You're such a dumb ass!" Brittany climbed over the couch and pounced on the chipmunk, sending them down hard on the carpet, "Give. Me. My. Phone!" Brittany said in between each girly punch she could give him. Alvin was laughing too hard to care. Finally he gave up on "trying to get up," and let her continue going at him.
"Your little girly smacks are no match for me!" Alvin let out an evil laugh. She didn't care, she continued yelling and punching, "Okay, seriously. Stop." Alvin stated, in boredom.
"Fine, next approach." Brittany teased. She let out a breath from exhaustion, "But you asked for it." she finished. Alvin looked curious of what she had in mind. He raised and eyebrow, expectations low. Brittany placed both hands on the back of his neck, then slowly dropping them down to his bare chest, pushing him back onto the floor. He didn't try anything to stop her, in fact he looked at her with excitement, but showed calmness. She put on her best puppy dog face and poured her bottom lip, "Please, may I have my phone? I wont hurt you." she bit her lower lip. Alvin shrugged, if he hadn't been paying attention he could've sworn she was being seductive.
"You're pouting like a little girl, how much hurt could you put on me?" he laughed. Brittany's facial expressions went back to normal. She put on a new determined face, and just plain right sat on him, causing him to groan in pain, "Okay, never-mind."
"Seriously, no games. Just give me my phone." she sounded motherly-like.
"Hey, you're the one who pinned me down, why didn't you grab it a long time ago?" he questioned, "Is it me, or is this position getting extremely comfortable?" he sent a warm smile.
"There's no way in Hell that I'm reaching down your pants." she remarked.
"Okay, what about in heaven then?" he looked serious.
"Wow, a real comedian." Brittany removed her hands from his sweaty body. As she tried to get up, her and Alvin felt a vibration on their leg. She looked back at him and smirked, "I knew I was hot, but i didn't think you'd get that excited" she giggled. Alvin wasn't very happy. First of all, that comment was uncalled for, and second, the ringtone was all "happy, romantic, and cute," so it probably meant it was his now former best friend.
Brittany folded her arms and coughed. Alvin pouted, but retrieved the phone for her. Once she had it, she wiped it off offensively and answered it immediately.
"Hey, baby. Sorry it took me so long to answer." she reassured her boyfriend.
"It's fine. But, what were you doing? Knowing you, you'd always have your phone near you."
"Nothing, I was..." she looked at Alvin, who was still sitting on the floor, "I was watching T.V." she lied. Alvin frowned and roughly stood up, purposely making a loud thud on the coffee table, "Anyway, why'd you call?" she ignored the thud.
"Because...I LOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE YYYOOUUU!" Jacobson sang. And exactly as he sang it, Alvin mouthed it perfectly.
"Aww, that's cute, I love you too." Brittany sat on the couch, twirling her hair. The red-clad was stomping in the kitchen, loudly setting all the ingredients for eggs down. He slammed the bowl, the drawer shut, the fridge, even the egg carton, "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow. Bye." Brittany hung up her phone, with a lovey dovey look on her face. But the second she stood up and saw Alvin, her face switched to disappointment.
"What gives?" she asked, approaching the island counter in front of him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was that Jacobson? I had not noticed." Alvin crushed an egg by chucking it into the glass bowl, yolk splattering everywhere on the counter.
"Yeah, actually it was. Now I'd like to know why you were in here sounding like an earthquake." she pressed.
"No reason," he smashed another egg, "but don't you think it's weird that, I don't know, he calls every time we..."
"We, what?" Brittany asked, though she already knew what it was.
"You know, when we...goof off." Alvin responded, feeling a little sick to his stomach. Plus, at the sight of the smashed eggs in front of him. Brittany didn't look very pleased at the statement.
"Hmm, I wonder why he calls, or why something magically interrupts us? Maybe because, oh I don't know...it's wrong!" she refolded her arms. Alvin's eyes widened and anger flowed through him, he slammed the whisk down on the counter, almost crushing his knuckles, also causing Brittany to jump.
"Wrong! How can you talk about wrong! Okay, so we have a few laughs here and there behind his back, how in the Hell is that wrong?"
"It's not. But from someone else's point of view it is. If someone were to watch us 'play,' they wouldn't be all like, 'oh, it's two friends!' No, they'd assume that we're-"
"What?" he interrupted, "Say it!" he spat, his voice raised in loudness.
"You know very well of what I'm talking about, so don't put me in this situation!" Brittany was leaning against the counter poking at his chest.
"Okay, little miss Bitchy Pants, you wanna start a fight, well here you go," Alvin was clutching to the counter, yelling to where you could probably hear it down the hall, "I think Jacobson is a dick. If you stick around with him, he'll only use you then get rid of you, just like he did with Stacie, Miranda, Tabitha, Courtney, and Pam." Brittany was surprised at this, but kept her grounds.
"They weren't even in the #15's, let alone 14, 13, 12, 11, or 10s! Jacobson only got with them because they were easy, and now he's looking for a challenge: Me!" she retorted, walking around the island counter to match with him.
"Oh, look. Brittany refers to The List for once. Don't you get it? He's using your spot in the #15s to gain higher numbers, so he can get more important girls." Alvin pointed out. Brittany was stunned, she brought her hands to her hips, not really prepared how to go with this.
"You don't think I'm important enough?" she asked, innocently. Alvin paused and relaxed, regretting what he said. Brittany annoyingly waited, tears already starting to show.
"T...that's not what I meant. I just meant that-"
"You know what? J...just forget it." she turned on her heel, away from the scene.
"Seriously," he caught up with her, "You're just gonna walk away? You know that's not what I mea-" Alvin was cut off, Brittany had sharply bitch slapped him across his left cheek.
"I know exactly what you fucking meant." she rubbed her hand on her arm to stop the stinging, "What happened to you?" she was holding back tears, "Jacobson is your best friend, and now...now you're just..." she wiped her eyes, Alvin was looking at the microwave, still in the position of being slapped, "Take me home." she finished before walking-running back to the King Size room, slamming it shut.
Alvin rubbed his head, massaging his temples. Why would he go that far? He sat on the couch and thought to himself. Why would he make up some dumb lie about Jacobson? He knew Brittany's boyfriend had dated lots of other girls, but he never used them. Maybe he said it out of anger, or frustration, yeah that's it! Frustration. WRONG! It was jealousy, and he knew it too.
Alvin had been jealous of Brittany for a lot of things, like when they were younger, she had boys asking her out during her and Alvin's relationship. It's true, boys would just randomly come up to Brit and coldly ask her out, just to tic him off. Well, that's how he saw it. All of this attention was making him feel like he didn't matter, so he came up with an excuse to break up with her.
His excuse was that Brittany was being too clingy and sticking to Alvin like a leach, when in reality, she wasn't. After he broke up with her, he heard that she cried for two days...he felt awful about it, but never came to her about that topic until two years later...
Flashback! (been a while since I've had one :))
Brittany Miller, 11 years old, 3 weeks into 6th grade/first year in Middle School.
Brittany was always the first one home, she'd get home around 3:10pm, but her sisters not until 5:00pm. Jeanette and Eleanor were in the after school program, apparently it helps when you're in high school. The chipette was watching reruns of her favorite, romantic, detective show: "Dreamlighting," which sadly, they show earlier in the day, but it also reminded her of Alvin, but she's had two years to shake it off. As she sat on the couch, avoiding homework, she heard steps on her porch, she didn't think much of it, so she just continued with her show.
Outside, stood a very nervous chipmunk. He was sweating on the way from the school to the Miller's. He had on old blue jeans, converses, a simple "buy at walmart" red T-shirt (modified with a yellow A that looked like lightning bolts,) a black and white plaid jacket, and of course his signature, red hat. He nervously raised his hand to the door bell, hesitated, then chose to push it. He took a huge breath and hoped for the best! A small, cute, pink-clad chipette opened the door, only to the fitting of her body.
"Alvin?" Brittany smiled. She wasn't really expecting him, but it was nice to her thoughts. The fact that she smiled, let Alvin feel less tense.
"Hey um, listen, can we talk?" he tried to get out. She could tell he was nervous.
"Yes, do you wanna come in?" she asked, in a peppy voice. She was expecting a "hello," but whatever, if he wants to get to the point...
"No, it wont take long, so can we just do it out-" he was interrupted by Brittany pulling him into the house, followed by giggling. Alvin smiled, he felt different around her, it was...nice. The pink-clad smiled sweetly at him.
"What was it that you wanted to talk about?" she asked, "If it's about our new homework assignments, I can't help you there. That's what Simon is for." she giggled.
"Well, it's not about school, it's-here, sit down," Alvin geared Brittany to her couch, where he noticed she was watching Dreamlighting...their old show. He took a few deep breaths, making Brittany concerned, "It's about us." Brittany's excited expression turned to confusion.
"Alvin, you ended 'us' two years ago, remember?"
"Yeah yeah, I know, but I'm talking about how it ended. I didn't like how I just plainly told you that you weren't for me, when you clearly are. I...I'm not saying that I want to get back together, I just wanted to let you know that what I did was-"
"Dumb, idiotic, stupid?" she interrupted, amused. Alvin looked at her, he could see how annoyed she was getting.
"Rude much?" he asked. Brittany smirked,
"Look, you came over here to tell me something, so just get it over and done with." she smiled. Alvin couldn't take all this in. He wanted to tell her his idea, but she'd get confused..."Alvin, just be a man for once!"
"Okay," he breathed, "I...want to change how we broke up. I want everyone to think that...um, you broke up with me." Brittany wasn't sure why, but that idea sounded great, but a little too nice for Alvin Seville. The chipette leaned in,
"Why?" she asked, Alvin chuckled,
"Just do it, okay?" he ordered, with a kind smile pasted on his face. As she was thinking about the proposition, he couldn't help but look at her. She was wearing white sneakers with a mix between pink and purple laces, a jean skirt, and a long sleeved pink shirt with a white T-shirt under it. Her hair was still in her signature ponytail, with her messy bangs, hanging in front of her face. He noticed that she had started developing, along with a lot of other people in his grade :) Not even the two layers of shirts could hide her small, growing-
"Fine, I'll agree. Only if, we never talk about this again." Brittany blurted out. Alvin smiled childishly.
"Cool. So, um can I stay here and watch Dreamligh-"
"No." Brittany stood up and grabbed his arm, "Time for you to go." she dragged him to the door.
"Wait! Don't I get a goodbye?" he begged, taking a huge step around her. Brittany thought to herself for a moment. Eh, why not? :)
"Okay, how about a goodbye...and a kiss?" she offered. Alvin's face lit up.
"A kiss?" he leaned in, "Where?" he smirked.
"Lips."
"How long?" he asked, leaning farther.
"8 seconds."
"Tongue?" he leaned in even more, making her nervous.
"N...no."
"Whatever." Alvin pressed his lips against Brittany's, pushing her against the door. She closed her eyes in instant contact. Alvin placed one hand on her waist, (his favorite spot.) She then started counting immediately...
"1...2...3...4...the tip of his tongue slides into my mouth? What did I just say!...5...6...I play around with his tongue, barely...7...feeling disappointment...8...9 Crap!" Brittany pulled away from the kiss, with her eyes still closed. Alvin opens his, looking straight at her. And the second she opens her's, they both lean in and continue what should've happened the first time.
End of Flashback :)
Alvin erased the memory. After that day, they never kissed again. The reason he told everyone Brittany broke up with him, was for her own good. If people knew the truth, Brittany wouldn't get respect like she does now.
Alvin started to feel slightly sorry...I think it's time to apologize.
11:26am
Brittany lay face first, shoved in a pillow-that is now soaking wet from tears. She was still slightly pouting, but most of it was because she threw her phone at the wall. (don't worry, it's fine.)
"Why would he start hating Jacobson? Why did he bring all of his exes up? Doesn't he realize I'm upset already? Ugh!" Brittany punched the pillow she was lying on, pretending it was Alvin's face. As soon as she did it, she grabbed the pillow and hugged it, "Why didn't I just stay home?" The "fight" that just happened was only minor, the only thing magnifying it was the fact that Brittany was leaving in six days, so she'd assume she'd try and get on a good level with everyone before she left, "Does he not realize this is my last weekend here! He wont see me for a whole 4 weeks!" Brittany started to shed tears again. The other reason she was upset was because she had extremely mixed feelings about that arrogant, inconsiderate, playboy chipmunk.
Okay, so she's always known him. They don't get along, they fight, argue, disagree, ect. Everyone knows they aren't compatible. But, when they are getting along, it's like magic to her. She does admit that he's rude, obnoxious, vain, big headed, and sometimes a total asshole, but she knows that he's also understanding, a leader, sensitive, charming, and she has to admit...cute...okay, Hot!
"But we've already tried being together, it doesn't work!" Brittany again punched the pillow. She sat up and folded her arms, looking like an angry toddler, "What about Jacobson? We've been through so much. I...I love him. What about the time he-" she started crying again, "Why! I love Jacobson, but nothing really special has happened between us. Well, the time he tells me I'm sexy, hot, amazing, so I return by kissing him. So what's the fucking problem?" Brittany let out a scream, vibrating the whole room. This, Alvin heard.
The red-clad put his face in his hands, sighing.
"Maybe I'll let her cool down before apologizing," He sat back on the couch and almost turned on the T.V. "But! If I don't do it now, I wont do it later." he stood up and headed down the hall, "First things first, saying 'sorry' wont cut it this time."
Brittany heard a few knocks on the door, she almost jumped out of the bed. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed the pillow.
"Yeah...?" she let out, shakily.
"B...Brit? It's me, I know you're mad, a...and you shouldn't be. I...well...it's, it's just-ugh! Can I come in?" Alvin begged. Brittany smiled to the side, cheeks tear-stained, eyes sore, she was happy in an acute way at his attempt to saying sorry. But, it's going to take a lot to get an actual apology...and she's knows the perfect way.
"Should I let him suffer?" she asked herself in order to cheer herself up, "No? I thought so." she did her best not to tear up as she answered the door, she turned the doorknob and opened the door, only to her fitting. And there he was, standing there, looking sorry. Hmph! He'll have to prove it.
"Are you going to throw a vase at me?" he flinched. Brittany opened the door, fully.
"No. There's no vase." she rolled her eyes.
"Good. No knives, hair dryers, irons, brushes, mirrors, high heels, remotes, pencils, tamp-ah!" Brittany pulled him into the room to shut him up. She reached around him, shut the door, and locked it. When she let go of him, he took one good look at her. It was heartbreaking. She looked as if she lost a sibling, or another loved one. He couldn't of felt more sorry. But, like he said, he was going to prove it, "I know you hate me, but-"
"I don't hate you." she interrupted, not feeling moved by his attempt to start an apology. Alvin huffed, okay this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.
"Okay? I can see that you're pissed, but you should know that I'm not good with..."all this." he pleaded. Brittany gave a fake laugh, still not amused.
"Look, you obviously came in here to say sorry, so just do it." she snapped.
"That's what I'm trying to do! Just...just listen." he retorted.
"HA! Then do it, let me see what you've got." She leaned in closer, putting her plan into action, this time making him nervous. Again, if he didn't know any better, he would assume that she's...flirting? No, she wouldn't, she's pissed at him, right? Alvin coughed and tried again.
"You, um, you know that I never meant anything, a...about you, right? Or Jacobson, I...don't really know what happened, b...but I...I..." Alvin couldn't concentrate! Brittany was slowly moving her fingertips up his arm, and this time he knew she was being seductive. What the F**k!
"Aww, is my little Alvie having a hard time trying to come up with an excuse?" Brittany placed her fingertips on the back of his neck, sending chills down his spine. He had a nerve racking double take!
"My? Little? Alvie? Excuse?...Yours?" he raised an eyebrow, mouth open slightly. Brittany giggled and brought herself closer. She brought her soft, pink, delicate lips to his ear.
"Just say it." she whispered, followed by that same giggle. Okay was she not just Pissed Off? What is happening!...But almost automatically Alvin instantly apologized.
"I...I'm sorry." he barely got out. Brittany let her right hand travel through his hair, knocking off his cap.
"What are you sorry for?" she sent tingly sound waves through his ear. He could feel himself getting heated. He didn't answer right away, he didn't even know what to say. Brittany smiled and started to nibble at his ear. He couldn't control himself, he moaned slightly, although he was holding back. She asked him again, kissing his cheek and moving down to his neck.
"Everything..." he breathed out, followed by another moan. Brittany pushed herself closer to him,
"Hmm, can you be more specific?" she grabbed his hands and slid them to her lower back. Alvin was looking deeply into her eyes, wanting more. She bit her bottom lip and smiled. He tried to think about dead puppies, but it wasn't working! Brittany placed her lips just centimeters from his, "Do you want to go further?" she pierced lust through his eyes.
"I...I don't think we should do that." again Alvin's words weren't quite clear. Brittany's hands moved on top of his, pushing them down to her hips.
"Just tell me everything you're sorry for, then we'll see how far we go." she teased.
"Come on Alvin! This is Brittany! Not Lucie...wait! Lucie never did any of this anyway...Whatever! Just focus...don't get distracted!" he hesitated in his thoughts.
"Brittany, be cool. He'll apologize, then you don't have to do this ever again. God, how much will it take to crack this guy!" she mentally argued with herself.
"Um, maybe we could just...you know...have a snack or watch T.V., or something...o-other than this." he tried. Crap! Now what does she frickin' do!
"Or, you could just tell me what you're sorry for..." she pushed him back against the door, then teased him by doing her freaky, ear nibbly thing. :b Alvin couldn't comprehend what was happening. So, she hates him, then locks him in a bedroom, and seductively traps him in a tough situation...WOMEN! Fine! We'll just see what happens if he doesn't say anything. Brittany continuously trailed up and down his torso, looking for new spots to assume they're weak ones. She had to break him, "You're awfully quiet." she announced.
"And you're insane." Alvin just kept his hands in the same spot: resting on her hips. He had to admit, it's kinda cute how she- "No! Focus!"
"Alvin, I hate you for this." Brittany decided to get all "personal." She removed her hands from around his shoulders and behind his neck, then looked at him in a pout-y way. His terrified, skeptical look made her almost crack up. She took a deep breath and began to tug on her own drawstrings laced in her shorts. She noticed how big his eyes had gotten. Perfect!
"I'm sorry for taking your phone, I'm sorry for yelling at you, I'm sorry for lying about Jacobson, and I'm sorry for telling you you're not important-" he paused, "Fuck IT, just kiss her!"
"Ah Ha!" Brittany jumped back, startling Alvin.
"Ah Ha, what?" he asked, out of breath.
"Got'cha." she smiled, a victory face! Alvin's disappointment deserved an explanation. Brittany rolled her eyes, "I only did all of this to get an actual apology form you." she retied her drawstrings. Alvin furrowed both eyebrows, then his lips curve into an evil-like smile.
"So, all of 'that' was...fake?" he asked, followed by laughter. He grabbed Brittany's arm and pinned her against the wall, "You owe me." he was scary serious, but had a hoax trapped in his eyes. The chipette laughed out of nervousness.
"What do you mean, 'I owe you'?" she tried to loosen his grip, only to be pressed against his body.
"You know what I mean. You. Owe. Me" he smirked, enjoying his playfullness. Great, now she ticked him off. Ugh, this next question scared her the most. But he's right, she did owe him. He didn't really deserve that...
"Okay? What'd you have in mind?" she again tried to get out of his trap, he hugged her waist with his hands, grasping her shirt. She gasped and was pushed back, roughly. This ignited a flame in her sexual desire hormones.
"A date. You, me, alone." he looked straight into her eyes. She looked at him with disgust.
"Um, no. Are you crazy. That's out of the question." she pushed him back, not finding it funny anymore. He ran in front of her.
"Don't think of it as a date...think of it as two frenemies spending time together." he suggested. Brittany snorted, but smiled.
"I'd rather have you call it a date." she spat out.
"Great, see you tonight." he blurted, running out of the room.
"Hey, wait, no-I never agreed to it!" she hollered back, "Ugh! What did I just get myself into?"
11:43pm
Earlier that Saturday, Alvin and Brittany had caught up with everyone at the water park. They continued with their same routine. They even ran into Shay again. Bitch! Er-I mean...anyhoo...Alvin planned ideas for his and Brittany's date throughout the whole day. (Well actually they agreed not to call it a date, but they did agree that they did need to spend some time alone, to get...stuff off their chests.) He even got a little nervous about it. The fact that he'd actually get some alone time with her was kind to his fragile thoughts. He might even get to set things straight with her, maybe even tell her that he's had a crush on her for the past two years and a half.
The crush formed when they were at camp...
Flashback
"Hurry up!" Alvin tied his sneakers and waited on the porch to the girls cabin. It was after midnight and he was comfortably resting in a red sweatshirt with yellow letters that stitched "ALVIN" on the back, and regular black shorts, "seriously we're not going to a fashion show." Brittany opened the screen door, not disturbing the other girls.
"Shut up! Do you want to get in trouble?" she asked. He smirked and poked her stomach,
"No, but I'm glad I waited...you look hot." he complemented. All she was wearing was a small, white, skirt sash over pink booty shorts, a white belly shirt (that was see-through, showing her sports bra,) and a pink flower in her hair, pushing her side bangs back. She blushed at the comment.
"Are we going to talk about how hot I am, or are we going to ditch this train wreck?"
"That's the Brittany I'm looking for." he grabbed her hand and they headed towards the lake where the bonfire was held. When they arrived, Alvin pulled out the guitar he hid there earlier.
"You stole the camp's guitar?" Brittany asked, amused at his attempt to be romantic. Yeah, they broke up like 4 years ago, but he's always trying. Alvin threw the strap around his shoulder and started finding the right tune.
"Duh, you can't bring one here on your own, silly." he joked, "okay, let's see here...'Oh Brittany, you're sitting on a rock...listening to me sing about...socks! I love them, all the colors...Red, Green, and Blue! Except when...they stink..Peee ewww!" Alvin sang, way off key. But at least it brightened the mood.
"Okay, that sucked!" Brittany laughed out, holding her sides. Alvin set down the instrument and walked around the bonfire.
"Hey, I'm working on it," he sat next to his counterpart, "Just give it a few years, it'll catch on."
"Whatever!" she snapped, playfully pushing him off the rock. She giggled that same giggle...the one that she only lets out when she's flirting. Alvin rolled his eyes, stood up and ran over to the same tree that had held the guitar. He came back with a sack of various chocolates, graham crackers, and marshmallows. Brittany laughed again.
"You brought smores? Geez, what'd you do, hide the whole snack bar behind there?" she readjusted herself to let him back on the rock.
"Shhhh! There's also a dead body, don't tell anyone!" Alvin snorted and continued with the snacks. About 10 minutes later, he got into one of his "crazy, sugar highs" but it wasn't that bad, he's only 13 and a half. LOL
"So why...didn't you...bring...Jay?" Brittany asked, a mouth full of sweets. (Jay is Alvin's current girlfriend.) She's not very bright, but she's pretty with her petite face and long black hair. Alvin shrugged,
"She's too...'goody goody' for something like this, plus you're the only one who'd be up around this time." he chucked a rock into the lake, causing the moon to magnify the beauty in the ripples from the water.
"Well, I think you should've invited her, she probably wouldn't mind." Brittany suggested. Alvin looked at her curiously,
"What about you? Why didn't you invite your crush?" he chucked another rock, "Or is that spot still reserved for me?" he winked at her. She gagged,
"No, it's not. Plus, why do you assume I have a crush on someone anyway?"
"I'm not assuming, I just see you starin' at all these dudes, so I guessed you must like one of them." Alvin was now poking a stick in the fire. Brittany looked down at her bare feet, she loved the feeling of the sand between her toes, she could also feel the warmth of the fire on her face.
"I'm waiting for the right guy to come along, I don't wanna sound all gushy, but next year, in 8th grade, I'm going to find my match." she sounded determined. Alvin turned towards and smiled. He let out a fake yawn and wrapped his left arm around her shoulder,
"Fine, but just as long as no one gets in the way of our friendship, well 'frenemiship.'" he squished her against his face. She giggled and pushed him off.
"Believe me, that'll never happen." she took off in the shadows towards the lake, Alvin chased after her laughing in sync. Brittany ran a little ways into the water, but stopped at how cold it was. The red-clad wasn't far behind, when he approached, he snuck up behind her, lifting her up by her waist, "Ah, put me down!" she laughed hysterically. Alvin did as command: he dropped her in the water. Jerk! She quickly arose, tackling him and pulling them both down under. They both felt free beneath the lake, like all their problems exploded and traveled somewhere else.
Alvin was the first to come up, he pulled Brittany's forearm and balanced her to match his eye line. She blushed, although he couldn't see it. She attempted to push him back down, but her foot slipped on a mossy rock, sending them both down. Good thing they're in a shallow area. Alvin was securely holding her, while her arms were wrapped around his shoulders. He smiled at her, but she felt too awkward to do anything. He noticed that one piece of her bangs, dangling in front of her eyes. He chuckled slightly and moved it out of her face, this time actually seeing her heated cheeks.
He wanted to kiss her.
Brittany quickly stood up and wiped the mud and sand off of her arms.
"I'll race you back to camp!" she challenged. Alvin took that challenge in like crack and took an unfair head start. His heart pounding from running and from his new crush he'd developed.
End of Flashback
That was probably one of his favorite memories with Brittany. But, setting that aside, that chipette wasn't all that excited for their "date." In fact she even forced herself to complain to Jeanette about it.
"Ugh!" Brittany threw a small plush pillow at the armiore in the room she was supposed to sleep in.
"Calm down. He said so himself, you guys are just hanging out." Jeanette reassured. She had an interesting day, so she wasn't even that tired.
"No, don't you get it! I'm the one who called it a date, I can't go out with him! He'll, he'll make it too awkward, I...I gotta call it off, I can't do this!"
"Brittany, breathe, breathe!" Jeanette grabbed her sister's shoulders, "Just tell him the truth, tell him you think it's too weird. Plus, you guys are both seeing someone, so there, that's your excuse." Jeanette shrugged and sat on the bed, legs in a criss-cross apple sauce form.
"Fine, but there's one more problem I-"
"Knock, knock, knock!" a voice sang from the other side of the door.
"Oh, no! It's him! Go, go answer it." Brittany grabbed her sister and threw her at the door. Jeanette rolled her eyes and answered it politely.
"Yes, Alvin?" Jeanette's voice stayed in monotone, showing her not all that amused in this situation.
"Ah, yes, may I speak to you for a moment?" Alvin asked, grabbing Jeanette's arm. Brittany bit her lip, terrified of what he was telling her. A few moments later Jeanette returned with a puzzled face.
"Well, what'd he say?" Brittany jumped at the scene. Jeanette smiled, holding back laughter.
"I hate to tell you this, but...you have to go on a date with that boy."
"What! Why? What did he tell you?" Brittany's furious expression was quite entertaining.
"He told me what you did to him. How you..." Jeanette started to crack up, "Seduced him." she busted out laughing. Brittany folded her arms, "Seriously, why would you do that! And with Alvin? Wow, I hate to say this, but you're stuck with him." Jeanette couldn't control her laughter.
"OMFG! I...can't go out with him! And stop laughing! Just tell him I can't." Brittany begged. Jeanette wiped her tears of laughter.
"Sorry, I can't do that, face it, you owe him." she remarked, Brittany sighed.
"Okay, you're right-"
"I know." Jeanette interrupted. Brittany shot a glare at her sister.
"But one problem," Brittany was about to start, until she saw her sister climb under the covers, "Never-mind."
Brittany glanced at the clock, "11:56." Four minutes until the "date" officially began.
12:07
"We are going to get into soo much trouble!" Brittany whispered.
"Would you relax, it just takes practice." Alvin reassured.
"You know what? As soon as we're done here, I'm going to-"
"Shhhh!" Alvin interrupted. He reached his arm around the window and into a small opening. Brittany waited until she heard a small click, then slightly smiled.
They had snuck out into the hallway of the hotel and made their way down to the amazing indoor water park. It was supposed to be closed, but Alvin always knew his way around obstacles. When they made it inside, Alvin swore he could hear Brittany's teeth chattering.
"Why are you shaking?" he asked, setting his bag down on the nearest table, "Are you scared?" he smirked.
"N...no..." she folded her arms, "I'm just really excited." she lied on purpose.
"Well, could you be less excited, you look like you're going to piss yourself." he pulled down his sweat pants and took off his shirt, revealing the same swim trunks he had on earlier. Brittany hated herself for enjoying his "strip scene."
"Where's the restroom?" she asked, pulling out a wal-mart sack.
"Why?"
"Um, hello, you told me to bring my swimsuit at the last second, I didn't have time to change into it." she barked. Alvin let out a somewhat creeper laugh.
"That's okay, you don't need it." he checked her out, this time actually meaning it, "I'm just kidding," he lied, "You see those two totem poles?" he pointed to a far off distance, "Behind there is where you'll find the bathroom."
"Okay, thanks. I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Ha-ha! You're a woman, you mean an hour." he teased. The chipette stuck her tongue out at him and headed towards the restroom.
Once inside, she looked around and found herself amazed at how pretty it was. The doors to each stall was a different color, between blue, green, and purple. The sinks were so white, they looked brand new.
"No time to soak up this perfect design, lets just get this over with." she threw on the red and gold swimsuit, requested by Alvin, and tied her hair into a messy bun, with her bangs hanging out. She glanced in the mirror and smiled at how well she can throw herself together. She even applied a small amount of lip-gloss, just...because. When she was all ready, she opened the door-
"Hey."
"Jesus Christ, you scared the crap out of me!" Brittany shouted, holding her chest, at the sight of Alvin.
"Sorry," he once again checked her out, but with out her aware of it this time, "So are you ready for the big surprise?" he asked, widening his eyes to seem enthused about it. Brittany glanced at his hands to make sure there was no squirt gun or water balloon.
"Why? What is it?" she questioned, backing up. Alvin laughed and intertwined his fingers with hers.
"Come on, I'll show you." he led her quite a ways over to an electricity box, making her feel concerned.
"So, this is what you wanted to show me?" she asked, testing his skills. He rolled his sky blue eyes and opened the box.
"See that red button?" he pointed to a medium sized button that was a lighter shade of red than his shorts, "Push it." he dared. Brittany freaked out,
"I don't think so." she responded, stepping back.
"No, seriously, just push it. Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise." he pulled her closer. She relaxed, took a deep breath and pushed the red button with her palm. To her surprise, nothing happened, but when she turned around...The whole indoor water park had darkened and everything was wrapped in neon colored lights. Even the water in each section had changing colors. Brittany smiled and felt like a kid at an amusement park.
"It's beautiful." she let out after a sigh. Alvin's heart beat faster and faster, he grabbed her hand, once again intertwining their fingers.
"You're beautiful." he wanted to say soo bad, but! He was here to have fun, not be all sappy...So...Let's get this party started!
The two of them started in the swimming area, jumping of the diving boards together. And there being no life guard-meant no rules! They had small races in the mini whirl pool that had flashing neon lights within it. It was like living inside of a disco ball! Alvin found access to an opened fridge with various sweets and different mixtures of...yes Alcohol.
"Alvin, what is that?" Brittany slid off the underwater ledge and over to the edge of the pool.
"It's just...well I honestly don't know...why? You wouldn't want one, would you?" he raised one eyebrow, waving it in her face.
"No, and I don't think you should have one either," she warned, "Swimming and alcohol...not a good combo."
"Ugh, you're such a party pooper!" he set the drink aside, she laughed.
"What party? It's just us, remember?" she playfully reminded. He slid into the water, pulling her closer to him.
"Oh yeah...I forgot about our date." he whispered the last word. Brittany didn't mind being soo close to him, she even wrapped her right arm around his shoulder.
"Who said it was a date?" she asked, curious for his typical response.
"No one," he surprised her, "but we can still make it one." he swam out into the deep end, towards the ladder, "Let's go, I need to show you one last thing before we leave." He wade in the water for her to catch up. He grabbed her waist and helped her up and out, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
"Where are we headed?" she asked, excitement filled her words. Alvin looked-no he gazed at her, he was just glad she agreed to this secret "date."
"Up there." he pointed to a ginormous, green water slide. It looked like a jigsaw horror chamber. It was just too high!
"O...okay." Brittany again felt his hand creep up her side, she didn't really know how to respond, so she just kept to herself.
"Are you ready?" Alvin leaped back into the pool, swimming over to the entrance doors of the slides. Brittany walked around instead.
At the Top
"Is it a date yet?" Alvin asked, creeping up on a terrified chipette, she was grabbing the bar tighter than anything she's ever squeezed before, knowing it's the only thing protecting her from falling 50ft and cracking her head.
"Maybe, it you don't make me go on this." she begged, pulling herself into him. Alvin scoffed,
"Brittany, there's nothing to be afraid of, I'll be right there with you."
"But the rules sign says one person maximum." she nodded over to the sign. Alvin walked over to the slide, along with a floaty, and reached out for her hand.
"What rules?"
Next thing she knew, she was sitting on Alvin's lap, holding her breath, eyes closed the whole time.
"Ready?"
"No..." she panicked.
"Yeah..."
"No!" she argued.
"Yes, here we go." he stretched out his words to make it more dramatic.
"No, Alvin! If you push us-"
"I'm pushing us!" he sang.
"Wait, no-"
"Yes!" he pushed them off.
The first thing that came up was a huge drop off, scaring the shiznit out of them both! Then various turns in the pitch black tube. All of a sudden the tube becomes see through so you can see how high you are off the ground. After that, it's just a speedway to the bottom...
The two teenagers were spit out of the water slide, making a huge splash. All you hear is Alvin's laughter and a coughing chipette. The red-clad swam underwater over to the side of the pool that looks like a beach floor. He pulled himself up and relaxed on his back. Brittany, who finally got all of the water out of her lungs, swam over to meet him.
She made it to the ledge, grabbed Alvin's shorts and pulled herself on top of him. He was confused at first, but she pushed him down before he could think. She sat on his stomach, pulling herself down, so their lips practically touched. Brittany let her left hand run through his hair...all was good until she roughly tugged it, a chunk of it wrapped in a fist, still attached to his scalp.
"Don't ever make me do that again." she roughly pulled her hand away. Alvin was still laughing, but agreed to not make her go down the slide again. Brittany's anger turned to mush, she loved teasing him, she might as well make it her new hobby, "Hey are you ticklish?" she bat her eyelashes.
"What? You know very well that I'm ticklish, so why do ask-ah!" she started tickling his stomach, making him jolt up.
"I ask to give a warning, stupid!" she fired back, struggling to keep him under her. He was laughing hysterically, it's been a while since they've done this, so he kind of missed it. But with every tickle war comes a counter attack! Alvin pinched Brittany's arm, giving him a chance to flip positions, "That's not fair!" she put up a fight at being defeated. Both of their hands were locked with each others, but pushing in opposite directions, like fighting an angry pull. Alvin locked his torso in place, leaning forward and licking Brittany's face, "What the fuck is with you and the licking!" she giggled, she wiped her face, letting herself be defeated. Alvin pinned her back on the fake beach floor, breathing heavily.
"My tongue is my secret weapon," he stuck it out at her, "Doesn't matter anyway, I would've won without it."
"Really, you think so?" she questioned.
"I don't think, I know so." he winked. The chipette sat up, matching his eye line.
"Just a question...why are you always on top?" she concentrated on his eyes.
"Why are you always on the bottom." he asked.
"Why don't you answer my questions?" she gave him an expecting look.
"Why do you ask them?" he answered with another question.
"Why do you ask that?" she teased. He brought himself closer, pushing her back down,
"Because..." he looked at her with lust, desire, causing friction between the two.
"U...um, I'll race you o...over to that waterfall." Brittany chirped up, ruining the mood. Alvin looked around and saw a manufactured waterfall that still looked amazing, it probably looked even better from behind it. He turned back, standing, helping the chipette to her feet,
"You're on, the last one behind it, has to admit that it's a date." he announced, jumping into the water. Brittany looked towards the ceiling,
"Why me!" she joked, then dived into the rippling pool waves.
Beneath the water, the colors, the pressure-Brittany felt free, unharmed, safe. She felt like nothing else mattered anymore, everything washed away, leaving nothing but positive thoughts. But, with every positive, there has to be a negative. Thoughts about her tour flowed through, making her worry about the problems she'll face in New York, sure it's not the first time she's been there, but it's the longest she'll ever be gone without feeling some kind of relation to being home. She wont have anything but Miss. Miller and her sisters. Yeah, that's great, but what about her friends, boyfriend? What about school, The List? Okay, maybe she's over reacting, but you can't blame her.
The tour thought was scribbled out of her mind, next was an image of Jacobson. She thought about him a lot, but she never felt any different around him. Yes, he was attractive and a big sweetheart, but what was there? What was it that he had that she was attracted to? Maybe it was the fact that someone loved her? She loved him, right? Of course, but what does that even mean? L-o-v-e? Love? She loved a lot of things; people. She loves her sisters, Miss. Miller, Jacobson...Lucie!
Images of Lucie flashed through her delicate mind. God, Lucie. She's always been there for Brittany, ever since this school year started, they've done everything together. They just have too much in common. They do everything, talking, shopping, homework, ect. If you didn't already know them, you would assume that they're sisters! Although, even sisters have opposites, negative, positive, whatever it is, there's always some red light in between any relationship, whether it be brother, sister, mother, father, or in a romantic way like...well like how Brittany noticed that first spark between Lucie and Alvin...ALVIN!
An imaginary hurricane washed Lucie away, slapping tens of thousands of pictures of Alvin. Every image was different, from the first time they met, to the most recent activity they did. Alvin Seville, who would've thought that he'd be Brittany's first boyfriend. She had a crush on him the moment she saw him. Okay, so they've had ups and downs...who hasn't? They've just had more than the average person-correction...couple. :) But damn...when she's around him, she swears he brings out the best in her. Its like he pulls the happiness right out of her smile and spreads it around like butter. Not only that, he knows how to make her feel special, how to make her feel like she's the only one with him in a crowded room, he knows Brittany more than anyone...and why shouldn't he? He's always on her mind, sometimes she even forgets that she's dreaming about him at night. She loves...yes LOVES his smile, his laugh, his cockiness, his eyes, his body, his "I'm too lazy to get up" whine, his stupid old cap, his singing, his talents, his yellow A, his charming good looks! Him in general!
A smile crept onto her lips, all of the pictures in her mind slowly began to float away...leaving her satisfied. Nothing else matters to her now, not the tour, Jacobson, Lucie, The List...anything...The one thing that did pop into her mind was Alv-air...Air,she needs that!
Brittany felt a tug at her arm, then a rush of water on her body. Alvin had pulled her up through the waterfall, a panicky expression slapped on his face.
"Jesus, are you okay? You were under there for like ever!" he pulled her into a hug. Surprisingly, Brittany was fine, she didn't feel the need to cough or anything...she felt...safe.
"Yeah, I'm fine...how long was I under?" she used Alvin's forearm to stand up, gaining her balance.
"About 6 minutes," he was breathing irregularly, "You, um...you really scared me." he admitted. She looked at him, shocked.
"I did?" she smirked at him.
"Well, yeah, I don't want you going all...dead on me." he joked. She giggled. But it was the one giggle she gives when she's flirting...he hadn't heard that in ages, "So, um, now that you're fine..." he took a step closer, "I won our little race thingy, soo...say it..." he pushed, smirking. Brittany threw her hands up in defeat...
"Fine, it's a date." she giggled again. Alvin threw his fist up,
"Haha, I knew it!" he did an extremely unattractive dance, it was still amusing, though. Brittany smiled, but felt it fade as she stared at him. She started reminiscing about her images that flashed in her mind as she was under water. Did she really admit to not caring about her tour, Lucie...or even Jacobson? Well obviously she did, other wise she wouldn't be thinking about it. What bothered her the most was how she thought about Alvin so much, even realizing that she still may have...feelings? For him? No, no way! Alvin? Her Alvin! Well, considering that she said "her Alvin," definitely said something!
Alvin was admiring the scene, observing the beauty behind the waterfall. It really was gorgeous!
"It sucks that everything here is man-made...oh, wait maybe that plant isn't...wait! No, it's plastic." he chuckled at his small joke. He was expecting that cute giggle from Brittany, but when he glanced at her she was star-struck gazing at him. He smiled and nodded for her to come near him, "Did you hear what I said about the plastic plant?" he pointed to it when she came by him. Brittany looked at the plant, only briefly, then refocused her gaze on Alvin, staring hungrily into his eyes. He looked back, questionably, "Brit? You okay?" he waved a hand in her face.
The chipette moved closer to her counterpart, making him walk backwards, until he finally reached the wet, mossy looking, stone wall. She felt her cheeks rise in temperature, along with the rest of her body. The chipmunk was curious to what she was planning. Brittany stepped in front of him, placing both hands on his chest, feeling the hot, sweaty-ness, or maybe it was the water...whatever!
"Um, are you oka-"
Brittany smashed her lips down on Alvin's, embracing every touch. She closed her eyes, savoring every second. Alvin's eyes were open, until he relaxed and let them seal shut. She moved her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in, deeper. Alvin couldn't control himself, he cracked, placing his arms completely around her ever-so-perfect waist, matching their bodies. They both found a rhythm to sync their lips into. Their lips fit like the last puzzle piece in the jigsaw puzzle.
She wanted more, so did he. Alvin let his tongue slip out of his mouth and onto the bottom lip of his counterpart. She let it slide in, matching a similar wet item. They both explored each other's mouths, learning and educating themselves about new places. This is nothing like they've ever felt before...finally being together as one...not two people being put together, but actually merging into one item.
Brittany softly moaned every time Alvin moved his hands all across her back, he went deeper every time he heard her whimper. The chipette ruffled his hair, feeling its softness travel through her fingers. Although she wanted this to last forever, she could feel common sense coursing through her veins. Brittany slowed her pace, hoping Alvin would get the clue, which he did.
They both took their time at stopping, but eventually it ceased. The chipette retrieved her wet item from the opposite mouth and returned it to her own. She slowly let her lips fall from his, making a "click" sound. She kept her eyes closed, he opened his instantly. Brittany wasn't prepared to find out what would happen if she opened her eyes, revealing the icy, blue color that surrounded them, to match with his sky blue orbs.
It may be past 1:30am, and Alvin's extremely tired...But this...this he will never forget...
First of all, WOW! 12,024 words!(including author notes!) That is my record, YAY!
Second, I'm am sooooooooooo SORRY! It took me like forever to upload, i was just extremely busy with everything that's going on in my life-No, I'm lying...i suffered from the most severe case of WRITER"S BLOCK known to man! Plus, i just wanted this chapter to be SUPER special, so i took all this time to make it amazing for you!
i hope u liked it...i did...
Third, I'm especially sorry for making 'munkedupjoe213' wait soooo long...Sorry about that.
Fourth, i told you to count how many times you smiled...how many did you? i don't even know how many times for me, i guess i did once...i never stopped from the beginning! Okay, whatevers...now the question...
""OMG! What was your favorite part(s) through the whole thing?""
See you chipmunkie fans next time, for "Chapter 11: Saying Goodbye" (Don't worry, it's not the end...far from it!)
ToOdLeS!