Munkin' To The Extreme
About This Story: Alvin is healing in the aftermath of a skateboarding accident. He also has trouble dealing with growing up, and with realizing he has changing feelings for his friend, Brittany. Age-wise they are 12. Contains awkward adolescent angst & drama, as well as mentions of puberty-related stuff throughout. I don't own any part of the Chipmunk franchise, just borrowing them from Nickelodeon, Janice Karman, & Ross Bagdasarian, their family, & their company.
About This Chapter: Rated PG-13(T) for male puberty issues, as well as other "lusty" thoughts, eluding to underaged sexual activity
Pairings: Alvin/Brittany
12. Need To Talk
Alvin's injury seemed to make his bedtime get earlier every night. Friday evening after showering and getting ready for bed, he was back in his bathrobe so he could recline in his bed with his feet up, his injury wrapped in a towel, and topped with the ice pack. He still wore his hat for now, only he had it turned backwards. This time, he actually decided to do some reading, and he was skimming through the famous book that Simon hunted down for him. Some of it read like a health textbook, but it included plenty of helpful charts, diagrams, and pictures. Some of the pictures were photographed, while others were drawn.
"Oh...what a 'lovely' picture..." Alvin often mumbled to himself as he turned a page. His eyes often went wide in surprise at some of them. "Really? That explains a lot..." Of course some others made him blush and look around the room to ensure he was alone, since the boys' bedroom door leading into the hallway was still cracked open. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe Theodore has seen and read this..."
He was skimming through one of the later chapters on sexually transmitted diseases, shuddering about the nightmares he knew those charts and pictures would give him, when his phone ringtone played. "Thank goodness..." He set the book aside and saw who the caller was before picking up. It was the general line from the Chipettes' treehouse.
"Hola, chica!" He answered. "What? No, this is not Theodore answering Alvin's phone, this is Alvin - that really hurts that you think I would ever make my baby brother my unpaid or underpaid personal secretary, Eleanor." He paused to hear her out. "So Brittany actually wants my opinion on her wardrobe for tomorrow's concert? Sure! Send her over!" He hung up as he heard a click.
"Wait a minute..." He paused, remembering something he just read in the book. He slapped his forehead and sighed, now feeling slammed for a different reason. "Is my voice cracking really that noticeable?" He picked up the mirror Brittany gave him in his right hand, while feeling his throat with his left hand to see if he had a noticeable Adam's apple yet, like Simon did. Yeah, kinda... He was also breaking out on his forehead - thank goodness for his bangs!
The knock at the patio door interrupted his thoughts. "It's open!" He responded, setting the mirror down on top of the book. He could hear a few approaching footsteps that sounded different from Brittany's usual footsteps.
"Hey, Boyfriend!" Brittany smiled as she entered the partition between his and Simon's beds. She was wearing a black trench-coat with a matching fedora. She strutted towards him a few steps, allowing her red stiletto high-heels to click on the floor, as though she were pretending it was a catwalk. Alvin also noticed at this point that Brittany was wearing lipstick in a darker shade of red than usual, matching her shoes. She used her right hand to twirl around a strand of the belt that was tied at the waist.
Alvin chuckled. "Work it, Girlfriend!" He said in a fruity accent. In his normal voice, he added, "I'm diggin' the 'Carmen SanDiego Look' on you! Maybe it will rain that day or be colder in the building."
"Good, 'cause I'm about to turn up the heat!" Brittany smiled as she untied the belt, shimmied out of the trench-coat, and hung it on the foot of Alvin's bed with the fedora. Underneath, she was wearing a red tank-top to match her shoes, which was tight like a bustier, and low-cut in a sweetheart neckline with loose spaghetti straps that couldn't decide whether they wanted to stay on or off her shoulders. The black skirt was really tight and short. About two inches of her midriff was visible, and she had a sparkly sticker near the top of her navel to look like a piercing.
All Alvin could do was stare at her with his eyes popping out of his head, and his mouth agape - and that was just the top half of him. At least this time he didn't feel pain on the bottom half, since he had the ice pack in place. And his legs were already up on the pillow, so his erection wasn't as obvious. "Uhh...wow...ohh..."
Brittany snapped him back to reality by touching his left shoulder. "Earth to Alvin? You're starting to drool, and I nearly rendered you catatonic, so I'm gonna take that as a compliment."
Alvin blinked. "It's just...wow, Britt, you look hot! You're gonna be awesome at the concert no matter what, but this will just knock it out of the park! To be honest, at first it hurt being bumped from a lead singer to a back-up." He smirked, "But now I know I'll be enjoying the best view ever - from right behind you!"
Brittany sat on the bed next to him, placing her feet out in front of her, crossing her legs at the knees in a lady-like manner. She smiled at him. "Yeah...At first I actually felt bad about that, too. I know in the past I used to dream about stealing your spotlight, but once Dave actually...decided on that move...I was a little worried about it coming between us, causing jealousy or something after we'd been getting along so well. I'm glad to know you don't have any hard feelings about it, Alvin." She placed her right hand on his left forearm.
Alvin chuckled and moved his left arm around her so that his hand rested on her shoulder - after the strap of her tank top slipped off again. "Brittany...you've worked hard for this, and I know you will give our fans what they love. If anyone takes my spotlight, I'm glad it's you. You're easier on the eyes - and the ears, for now. I'm not having a 'good voice day', and don't know how long this rough patch will last for me. I'll just focus on perfecting my lead guitar mojo for a while."
Brittany tilted her head to rest against his shoulder. "My sisters told me to think of it more like covering for you, like you have covered for us before, instead of like stealing your spotlight. But maybe at some future concert, after you get over your 'rough patch', you and I could sing a duet together or something."
"Awesome! I can't wait to 'duet'!" Alvin smirked, then added, "Sorry, I've been around Simon and Jeanette so long that their sense of humor is rubbing off on me. I deserve to be PUN-ished...there I go again." He groaned, but turned it into a smirk. "So, what are you gonna do? Take off your clothes so I relapse again and bleed out into my towel? What a way to go..."
This made Brittany laugh. "It's cool, Alvin. I think I'm a little young to become a widow, especially when I just barely got a cute boyfriend today. I'd rather keep you around." She was tired, so she just continued to rest on his shoulder. She found another thing she liked about Alvin - his hands. His fingers had become those of a guitarist, which explained their slight callousness. His left thumb rested on her shoulder, while his other fingers gently stroked her skin and strummed on the loose tank-top strap. She sighed happily, spellbound by the soft touch of his hand. Her right hand found its way around his back, resting on his side at waist-level. The fingers of her left hand gently stroked down Alvin's sternum until it found some fur to play with, at the point where the two sides of his robe crossed over.
He placed his right hand over her left hand and whispered in the smooth, deeper voice he found at some point yesterday evening, "Please don't stop! Oh, Brittany, that feels so good!"
Brittany looked up and met Alvin's gaze, she could tell his eyes were starting to droop, and his lips just looked so irresistible. "As long as you keep talking..." She whispered. "...I didn't realize your new voice was so...sexy." She leaned in, her lips just barely a quarter of an inch away from his, and he could already taste the "hot cherry" flavor in her lipstick.
"So, Alvin, how's the book coming? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, snicker, snicker." Theodore chuckled sarcastically as he and Simon silently entered the partitioned area in their pajamas, before either of them even knew they had female company. They both froze upon seeing Brittany.
"Oh...uh, Brittany...we didn't even know you were in here." Simon stammered nervously. He glanced over at Theodore to look at something besides Brittany dressed in a questionable outfit while snuggling in bed with Alvin.
Theodore looked frozen in shock for a moment, but then his eyes went wide, and he bent over, placing his hands on his knees. "Ohhh..." He exclaimed worriedly, and in a higher-pitched voice than usual.
Simon physically turned Theodore's chin away from Brittany and Alvin, towards his eyes instead. "Theo? Speak to me. Are you OK?" Simon also patted him on the back.
Theodore blinked for a moment at Simon, before he whispered, "Thanks, Simon. Uh...I think it's too late - she looks hot, but I'm starting to get a 'chill'. You know what I mean, Bro?"
Simon's eyes went wide at his little brother's words, with his hand frozen on Theodore's back.
Before Simon could respond to Theodore, Dave walked into the partitioned area of the bedroom behind them. "Are you still up, Alvin? - Whoa, Brittany! How long have you been here?"
Brittany gasped in surprise, removing her hand from Alvin's chest as quickly and discreetly as possible. "Just barely ten minutes, Dave. I just wanted to tell Alvin goodnight, and show him an idea for our outfits for tomorrow's concert."
Dave had a nervous look on his face as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Yeah...about that... May I please have a word with you for a moment in my room, Brittany?" He pointed toward the door leading to the hallway.
"Dave, please go easy on her." Alvin begged. "I don't really want her to get in trouble for anything that we all clearly know was my fault."
Dave paused before leaving the partitioned area. "Which reminds me... Alvin, when I'm finished talking to Brittany, I need to talk to you, next." He spoke more calmly and firmly than he usually spoke when Alvin was in trouble.
"Uh, OK - I mean, yes, sir." Alvin stammered, not really knowing whether he should dread this talk or not. Dave sounded less angry than usual, but it was actually kinda scarier this way. Alvin looked at Brittany as she got up and started to follow Dave. "Oh, Brittany, don't forget your stuff."
"Uh, right." She snapped out of her trance to pick up her trench-coat and fedora at the foot of the bed. She turned around to face Alvin. "Uh, look, if one or both of us doesn't live through this - I'm sorry if I got you in trouble this time. So, I guess...goodnight, and good luck!"
"Thanks, Britt, same to you!" Alvin waved a little sadly as she disappeared.
Once Brittany and Dave left the room, Simon spoke up. "What on earth was that, Alvin?"
Alvin blinked in shock. "All she wanted to do was show me her outfit she picked for tomorrow's concert. I hope she isn't in too much trouble..." With a bit of a smirk, he added, "Pretty hot, huh?"
Simon glared at him, "Yeah..." Then he nodded in the direction of their baby brother. "Theodore sure thought so."
Alvin's jaw dropped. "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
Simon turned to Theodore to ask him, "Are you OK, Theo?"
Theodore stood fully upright and released a deep breath. "Whew! I think we appropriately nicknamed that a 'chill'! That actually was kinda chilly for all of me except the one part to where my entire blood supply just rushed. But, Simon, you were right that it didn't hurt, it just felt awkward and embarrassing. Alvin, I hope it doesn't mean I have feelings for your girlfriend, since I always thought I would get feelings like this for Eleanor first. I swear!"
Alvin smiled. "No, I don't blame you, Teddy-Boy. If it comes up later, I will say that you were picturing Eleanor in that outfit."
Theodore smiled and nodded, "I can live with that."
Alvin patted the side of his bed to invite Theodore to sit by him for a moment. He placed an arm around his little brother when he sat down. "Looks like someone's acorns are finally about to drop!" Theodore chuckled.
Simon walked around to the other side of Alvin's bed to sit there, but hesitated before sitting down.
Alvin chuckled, "It's OK, Simon, you know Brittany doesn't have cooties."
Simon sighed, "I know that. I'm just worried about sitting in any residual pheromones she may have left."
"Huh?" Both Alvin and Theodore looked at him in surprise.
Simon shook his head. "I don't want to smell like Brittany and cause you guys to fall in love with me, or be the third guy in this room to fall in love with her. I think at least one of us should keep a level head about her." He finally sat down next to Alvin, placing his arm around Alvin's shoulders. "Which reminds me...Alvin, I'm only saying this out of brotherly love for you and Brittany...but I hope you treat her right."
"Why wouldn't I?" Alvin asked.
Simon continued. "Because you are such a 'Middle School Casanova', Alvin. You see or meet a new girl, instantly fall head over heels in love with her, change to impress her or something, insisting she is your soulmate, only to soon forget about her and move on to the next girl who catches your eye. I mean...Brittany - as well as Jeanette and Eleanor - are like family to us, and they need to be treated as such. Please don't just use and discard her - or any of the Chipettes - like you do with other women."
Theodore added, "I know I don't have as much experience in this as either of you guys - especially you, Alvin. But remember that the public is watching us. Not just the faceless paparazzi, but our fans, friends, and family members who love us. If things move too fast and furious or get too serious between you and Brittany, the press will hear about it and feed on that drama and negativity to where we'll lose our reputation as a family-friendly singing group. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want that. I want our family to stay and sing together. I've tried a solo career before, but didn't like how they tried to change me into something I'm not."
Alvin blinked. "Whoa... I certainly didn't expect such insights from you guys." He pulled both brothers into a sandwich-hug. "Thanks, guys. I love both of you. And I don't want drama to break up our band any more than I want puberty to break it up. Which reminds me...we are still planning on singing together after our voices change. Right?"
"Yeah, definitely!" Simon and Theodore both nodded.
"Or maybe we can even work something out before then." Simon thought out loud. When the others looked at him, he continued, "You know, it worked for 'The Brady Bunch'. We can keep thinking of something..."
Brittany didn't know what to expect as she entered Dave's room and sat on the bed, as Dave closed the door behind them. It was difficult to tell whether Dave was angry at this point. Was he going to yell at her? Was she in trouble? Was Alvin going to be in trouble?
Dave sighed and sat on the bed next to her. "Uh, sorry if I'm not good at these kinda father-daughter lectures, Brittany." He began. "And to be honest, I don't know whether you should be in trouble for this or not." He started rubbing the back of his neck again. "It's just...is this really your idea of an appropriate outfit to wear for a family-friendly concert?"
"I still don't see the big deal." Brittany began. "I'm covering more skin right now than I was this afternoon in my bathing suit."
Dave continued, "Your bathing suit is still in good taste, and it's fully appropriate for a pool party or the beach. But right now this ensemble is showing too much skin for a family-friendly concert. I mean, it looks more like you're on your way to a prostitute convention. Let's just say people will not be talking about your beautiful voice or your beautiful eyes after seeing you like this. They'll be wondering what kind of underwear you were wearing, or if you were wearing underwear. Please tell me you have something more appropriate in mind, not just for your sake, but for that of Jeanette and Eleanor. All of you are only twelve, I don't need people trying to put any moves on you that are illegal for minors, just because they thought you were already eighteen. And for the sake of my boys, who are also twelve, I'm not comfortable letting them spend time alone with girls who are dressed in an outfit that says, 'Go ahead, ravish me, I'm no virgin.' I really don't want them growing up thinking it's OK to treat women that way. I mean, this isn't you, Brittany, and it's certainly not Jeanette or Eleanor. What dad in his right mind would ever let his daughter leave the house dressed like that?"
Brittany placed her right hand on Dave's left hand. "I'm sorry, Dave. I don't know what I was thinking, especially dragging my sisters into this. I guess I've really started to like how Alvin has been checking me out or touching me."
Dave gave her a concerned look, "Are you telling me that by dressing like this, you were trying to seduce Alvin into...uh...petting you?"
She looked up at him with a guilty expression. "In a way...yeah." She sighed.
Dave sighed. "If this were just some random boy, I would still be worried for your sake, since I doubt he would know when to stop. If you were with him much longer, I might have come in to find that outfit in a pile on the floor. But since you were with my son Alvin, I'm worried for both of your sakes. I fear Alvin will think that it's OK for him to give in to his hormones and his base urges, and he'll become a 'player' before he's even a teenager. Pretty soon, his private life and his private parts will go public, and he'll grow up to be a male prostitute or a porn star. I still need to talk to him about many things... Anyway, I always thought you had more sense than that, Brittany. I am curious, are you and Alvin in a romantic relationship of any sort?"
"Well, to be honest..." Brittany began, "...yes. We decided today to try being boyfriend and girlfriend. Before that, I did think of him as more than just a friend. Are you mad? And now I guess you're gonna tell us we can't see each other again."
Dave placed his hand around Brittany's left shoulder, pulling her into a hug. "How could I ever enforce that when you guys live on the same lot, go to the same school, and sing together in concerts?" He chuckled. "I honestly used to wish the two of you could get along and coexist in peace. I should've been more careful about what I wished for. I mean, the two of you are practically step-siblings, so I can't prevent you from seeing each other. And I'm not opposed to you Chipettes having romantic relationships with my boys...someday. But remember that the public is watching you, so be careful for the sake of your professional careers, not to invite drama. And I know that it's also not possible to forbid you from ever touching each other. Just please promise me that when you do touch each other, you do your best to keep the blood flowing to the brains in his head, and away from the brains in his pants."
Brittany chuckled as she returned the hug. "Thanks, Dave. And don't worry, I do have a more family-friendly and more tasteful outfit idea for the concert."
Dave smiled. "Glad to hear it, Brittany. I really needed to have this kinda talk with you, since you should remember that you are the girl in the relationship, and you often set the pace and drive the relationship. Just please don't go too fast or crazy. I'd tell you that even if you weren't a celebrity, because I love you like a daughter, and I want you to be careful with Alvin for the sake of our family, and for the sake of your own life. I trust you in some ways more than I trust Alvin, even though I love Alvin very much. I hope you know and remember that I love all six of you so very much, and that you feel comfortable telling me anything."
Brittany stood up on the bed to hug Dave around the neck and give him a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, too, Dave. You're the best dad ever!"
He returned the hug and the kiss on the cheek. As he helped Brittany get down from his bed and heard the high-heels click rather loudly on the floor, he added, "I would understand if you wanted to take off your shoes to walk down the hall and out through the boys' bedroom more quietly, just in case any of them are asleep."
"Right." She kicked off her shoes to carry them, while she wore the trench-coat and fedora. She tip-toed out of Dave's room and down the hall, while Dave followed.
Dave knocked on the boys' bedroom door, before leading Brittany inside and out through the patio door. He saw her safely to the door of the treehouse before he closed the patio door and headed past the partitioned area to his boys' beds. All three of them appeared to be sleeping. Dave moved to check on Simon, smoothing his bangs out of his face and planting a kiss on the side of his head. "Sleep well, Simon. No matter how grown up you get, you'll always be my son." He whispered.
He moved to check on Alvin, who was sleeping on his back with his head turned sideways, still wearing his cap turned backwards. His feet were still elevated up on the throw pillow under the covers. Dave chuckled to himself as he removed Alvin's hat to hang it on the headboard. He stroked Alvin's bangs before planting a kiss on his head. He noticed the book was on Alvin's nightstand before moving on to Theodore. "We can talk tomorrow morning, Alvin, but I'll let you sleep for now, son." He whispered.
Theodore was curled up on his side, sucking on his thumb. Dave smiled as he stroked his youngest son's bangs to leave him a goodnight kiss. "Something tells me it won't be easy for me when you grow up, since you'll always be my baby boy, Theodore. Goodnight, my son." He whispered as he left the room.
A/N: The book is actually more of a generic combination of every textbook or other health-related book I have ever seen on the subject, also somewhat made-up, which is why the actual title is never mentioned. I sort of wish I knew of an all-inclusive book on the subject that kids that age wouldn't mind reading, and that I could've known about it before I needed it. Theodore has often been Alvin's unpaid or underpaid personal secretary in episodes like "Talking Teddy", "Simon For President", etc. The reference to the "bad voice day" and the "lead guitar mojo" is from the episode "Mojo Missing" (where I first thought, instead of saying "Looks like someone lost his mojo", that Brittany was gonna say "Looks like someone's acorns are about to drop", even though it would've changed the rating of the show). The talk about the "duet" is from Brittany's nightmare in the episode "Al-Brittina". The "acorns" reference is from "Chipwrecked". Alvin's pattern of being a "Middle School Casanova" is from various episodes like "Tattle-Tail", "Baby Whisperer", "Kiss Conspiracy", etc. Theodore's solo career was in "Li'l T". "The Brady Bunch" worked Peter's voice cracking into their song "Time To Change" from one of their episodes, as well as their movies from the 1990s. Also, Simon has a microphone-like device they can use from "Slipping Through My Fingers". What angsty-adolescent drama would be complete without the daddy-daughter "you're not leaving the house dressed like that, young lady" talk? I know the story isn't about Dave, but I wanted to include plenty of his thoughts as a reminder that adolescence is crazy for parents as well as kids.
