Hello, it's been a while, but the schoolwork has had me really busy but it paid off. Sorry about the delay though. Here's chapter 12. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review! Thanks! :)
P.S. I own nothing, except for the story plot.
Monday night in Sydney. Gee, how time flies in Australia. A red-clad chipmunk sauntered casually down the dark streets in hope of finding some entertainment. He had to admit, it was getting kind of boring here and he'd only been here for a mere two days – maybe even three. But if there was one thing that did spice up his trip, it would have to be his pink-clad counterpart. She really brought out the emotion in him, and somehow - frustratingly - managed to succeed in receiving an apology from him. Alvin in his young-adulthood never really got in touch with his emotions, but whenever he was around her, for some reason, a sort of spark would ignite and set him off on a rampage of feelings he could not control. It was frustrating him like crazy, and so he decided to drown his sorrows in a quiet bar in downtown Sydney.
It was definitely quiet, for being in the centre of a city filled with tourists. He was the only person there, as far as he could see. Maybe a couple of groups sitting in booths, but that was about it. Soft, red and pink lighting lit the room and gave it a soothing romantic atmosphere. Gentle piano music filled the scene. Alvin wearily sat himself down on a bar stool and leaned across the bar. The sickly sweet smell of vanilla hit him again and put him in a trance. It reminded him of her... no. He had to forget about her. It was never going to happen. He rested his head on his hand and waved over the bartender.
"Waiter, get me tequila." He breathed in the air deeply and shuddered at the candied aroma. "And make it strong!"
The bartender nodded and began mixing away at the drinks. Oh how Alvin envied this stranger. This bartender had something, something that Alvin didn't – a job. A young adult, ready for the big world out there and what has Alvin done with his life? Absolutely nothing. If only he had listened to his brothers and stopped dwelling on the past.
"Waiter! Get me a tequila, and fast!" A high pitched, female voice called across the bar. Alvin jumped in surprise. He recognised that voice. Slowly, and begrudgingly, he turned his head to see who it was. Of course. And yet, she was beautiful. A real vision underneath those soft lights. Silky smooth auburn hair cascading down her back, baby blue eyes sparkling, a shimmering pink dress covering her slender figure. Alvin stared in awe, transfixed by the beauty. Could this possibly be the same woman he encountered the other day? Surely not...
"Here's your drink, sir." A cool, bubbling glass of tequila was set down before Alvin, a slice of lime wedged on its rim. It sure looked delicious. Alvin placed a hand on the cold glass until an agitated growl disrupted him.
"Are you kidding me, you serve that bum before me? Don't you know who I am? I am Brittany, former member of the Chipettes! I am famous!" Alvin turned to see the woman yelling at a perplexed bartender. He hopped off his stool and sidled over to her.
"I ain't no bum you know! Don't you know who I am?" He rested an elbow on the bar. "I'm Alvin Seville, former member of the Chipmunks."
"Ugh, it's you. What do you want?" Brittany scoffed, flipping her hair to one side.
"Oh, it's lovely to see you too Brittany. So, what brings you to this tranquil little bar?"
"I should ask you the same thing."
"Me? I'm on vacation. Why are you here on a Monday night?" Alvin took a sip from his drink.
"It's none of your business!" Brittany frowned and slammed her fist against the bar. "Waiter! Where the heck is my drink? I'm dying over here!"
"Oh, feisty! You should learn to control your temper Brittany." Alvin smirked as he pointed out Brittany's primary weakness. She whipped her head around to face him and scowled fiercely.
"That's it, I'm going." Brittany grabbed her purse and stormed over to the door, only to be stopped by Alvin's hand on her shoulder. She began to shake with fury. "Alvin! Don't touch me! You have no permission to tou-"
Her rants were interrupted by the sound of all but familiar song. The melody, that rhythm. It struck chords with both of them. The pink-clad chipette stood awkwardly, listening to the song that brought back so many memories of her past. She wanted to cringe as she recalled. This song was the very song that she had to sing in Washington with Alvin. Alvin froze at the very moment the music began to play. He felt the nostalgia creeping up on him again upon hearing the song he had to perform with his counterpart. Washington. Yes, he remembered that night. It was a concert to help save the eagles. He had reluctantly agreed to sing the song with Brittany, but he was all for the cause. Now, looking back, he was glad he sang it. Just remembering being with Brittany sent warm tingles down his back. His heart skipped several beats when he recalled her blue eyes shining with happiness as she sang with him on stage – singing was the one thing that made her happy.
Brittany watched Alvin listen to the music. She too remembered having to help save the eagles, and force herself to sing with Alvin. Yet, despite the off-stage drama, she always thought to herself that they shared a chemistry nobody could describe when they sang together. His passion and her passion crashed together on stage that night. Their love for music and singing blending together and creating something beautiful. It was one of those rare occasions she considered Alvin to be likeable... the way he smiled when he sang his little heart out, and took her hand as they belted out the beautiful ballad. It sent her into a spell she couldn't escape.
She looked at the man who stood before her now. His smile was still perfect and the touch of his hand- no! She couldn't think like this! This was the same Alvin who took her heart and smashed it into a million pieces! All the scheming, all the tricks, all the hurt. How could she possibly forgive him for all of that? If she forgave him, everything would change for the worst, she just knew it. She couldn't set herself up for that pain anymore. Brittany blinked back tears and turned on her heel, but as she did, her ankle gave way and made her come crashing down to the floor. This was it. She was going to be humiliated for life, in front of Alvin. She braced herself for the hard, concrete floor, but a soft pair of hands grabbed her back and before she knew it, she was resting in the arms of Alvin. He caught her.
"I've got you, Britt." He looked so calm and cool. But Brittany could sense a hint of fear and worry in his eyes. They were in an awkward situation. Alvin was bent over, holding Brittany in his arms, not moving. The pair locked eyes. Love lifts us up where we belong. Brittany felt herself beginning to soften at the sight of her red-clad counterpart. He just saved her from falling. Alvin Seville just saved her. How could any of this be real? Maybe she was being a little too harsh with this man. Oh but the irreparable damage- She felt dizzy. She wanted to forget Alvin, but when she was in his arms, arms that helped her, she just... couldn't. For, who was it that comforted her when she got scammed out of her money by the scheming Uncle Harry? Who was it that confided in her when they were stranded on that awful island? Who was it that helped the Chipettes find their fame after a first encounter at a hotel? And, who was it that helped her and her sisters find a loving home with Miss Miller? Alvin. It was all Alvin.
This was too difficult. Brittany quickly had to change the subject.
"This is my last week in Australia," Brittany said, breaking the eye contact. Alvin almost immediately let her go and stood back astonished.
"Y-you what?" He scratched the back of his head and raised an eyebrow.
"I-I'm leaving on Thursday. I'm applying for a modelling career in France."
Alvin's heart smashed all at once. How could she do this? He could have sworn that things were going fine - he hoped that things were fine, but now they were thousands of miles apart. Just as it always has been. He sighed as he fixed his cap.
"Do you really have to go? Or are you just saying that to get me out of your hair?"
"I'm not making it up! In case you haven't noticed, I don't speak the language of lies, unlike some people!"
"Hey! Are you saying I lie all the time?" Alvin was indignant.
"Maybe I am. What're you going to do about it?" Brittany rested a hand on her hip, the tone of her voice suggesting a challenge.
"I do not lie!" Alvin's fists balled up in fury.
"Yes you do. I've known you for years, Alvin."
"Yeah, well I've known you for years too and you have the same capabilities to lie through your teeth!"
"I don't care Alvin. I'm leaving, for good."
"Why? Why are you leaving Australia? I mean, I-I- France?"
"Yes, and I already told you, I have a career waiting for me over there." The chipette clenched her jaw, holding back as much as she could. He was really starting to grate on her nerves.
"But I don't understand!"
"I'm ruined Alvin!" Brittany shouted at him, revealing all. As she stared intensely into her counterpart's wide eyes, she took a shaky breath. "My life is a mess! I've tried and tried but I got nothing. No record company would take me. No interviews for the big modelling agencies. Alvin, I could barely hold down a job at a supermarket! Ever since I came here, my life has been on a downhill spiral. But now, I've got this wonderful opportunity in France, and you're not going to take this from me, so I'm leaving."
Brittany headed for the shady exit, as Alvin watched sadly. Those dreaded feelings of guilt came crashing their way into Alvin's head again. This was my fault. Those four toxic words kept repeating themselves in his head. He had to do something. He had to stop her! He couldn't let her leave again.
"Brittany wait! You won't leave! It's all lies! I know you! Please! Don't go!" He looked into her eyes, hoping that she would stay and everything could be patched up, but she swallowed hard and clenched her eyes shut.
"I'm sorry Alvin. I have to go," Brittany whispered, taking once last glance at Alvin before she exited the room. The red-clad chipmunk stood in the centre of the room, pained. He couldn't believe it. Abandoned again. If he could turn back the hands of time, he'd leap for the chance in a heartbeat. Change everything so that Brittany wouldn't have to ever leave him, change everything so that he wouldn't be standing in the middle of a lonely bar. A lump formed in his throat as tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. He said sorry, he pleaded with her. He even thought he stood a chance. But this is what it has come to. She's left him.
"I didn't even get to tell you that I..."He sharply inhaled, the remnants of tequila on his tongue tasting awful. "That I love you."
Did anyone notice the episode I was talking about in this chapter? If not it was called "The Chipmunks Go To Washington" and it is my favourite episode! If you remember then you'll also remember the duet they sang. If not, Google it!
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Peace, love and COOKIES! ~ MissSteph22 x :)
