Simon led Jeanette to her locker. "Simon." came Brittany's gentle call. She came up to them. "Jeanette, may I talk to your boyfriend for a second?" Jeanette smiled and pecked Simon's cheek, then left. Brittany stood in front of Simon, smiling knowingly.
"What now?" He asked, folding his arms.
"Tsk. Tsk, Simon. You should choose someone before this all catches up with you." She advised with a smile.
"What are you talking about? I'm still with Jeanette, as you can tell." Simon retorted.
"While sleeping with Alvin." She added, playing with her hair. "Seems you want the best of both worlds, doesn't it?"
"I love Jeanette." Simon insisted.
"Sure you do, while you're loving your brother. Face it Simon, you can't have both and you know it." She put her hand on her hip.
"What makes you so sure I can't choose?" He snapped.
"The fact that you haven't yet. Being with a sibling is a crime. Being with someone not related isn't. I would have guessed the logical, know-it-all one of your family would have thought things through before laying himself and his brother down." She raised an eyebrow, her knowing smile still in place.
"I-Uh..." He was at a loss for words as hers played in his mind. She was right, he hadn't thought this all through.
"And by the way, Simon." He met her eyes. "You really think sleeping with Alvin is doing him any good? We both know he wants you. And giving yourself to him isn't helping. He's getting used to having you, which instead of helping, you're making things worse." He blinked. "Before we had that fight, Simon, Alvin and I talked all the time. I'm guessing he's told you about his dreams." He nodded. "Yeah, he'd be better off with those."
"If you're so worried, why not talk to him?" Simon finally managed a complete thought.
"Actually, I plan to. But you're the one who needs advice. And I'm the only one who knows about you two." She stepped closer, lowering her voice darkly, her eyes glaring into his. "I refuse to let you continue cheating on Jeanette with Alvin. If you don't stop and choose, I'll let her know myself. Got it?" He nodded instinctively. She smiled brightly. "Nice talking to you." She giggled and left.
Simon shivered involuntarily and shook his head. That was freaky...Blinking, he went to his first class.
All through the day, Simon had a difficult time concentrating. Choosing one person shouldn't be this complicated. He loved Jeanette, and he loved Alvin. He would never hurt Jeanette intentionally, but being with Alvin was hurting her despite not knowing about it. Alvin needed him, Simon knew that. And Brittany was right, giving himself to Alvin wasn't helping him in the least. He really hadn't thought this all through. Why hadn't he realized that?
"Simon?" Jeanette's gentle whisper broke him free of his thoughts and he looked at her. "You've been spacey all day. Something bothering you?"
"Just thoughtful, that's all. Want to come with me to the library for a little bit after school?" He asked. She smiled and nodded. More time with Jeanette. Less time with Alvin...maybe this will help...He smiled back at her.
Alvin slid into the kitchen with his socks on his feet. He adjusted his shirt and jeans, looking in the fridge for a snack. He pulled out an apple and closed the fridge door. He bit down on it when he heard Dave pull up. Lunch break...He opened the door for Dave. "Hey Dave.." Alvin replied in a bored tone.
"Hey Alvin." Dave set his keys down and faced Alvin. "You appear in a good mood." Alvin blinked and shrugged, lifting his half eaten apple.
"Apples make me happy." He stated, then thought over his statement. He grinned widely and followed Dave into the kitchen. "Actually, melons do. They're big and juicy, and sweet as-"
"I get it, Alvin. Unfortunately." Alvin chuckled as Dave massaged his temples. Alvin sighed as he wished the statement he had made was true. But accepting that it wasn't was becoming more easy for him.
"So, how was work so far?" Alvin asked, finishing his apple and throwing the left over piece away.
"Same old." Dave stated. He looked to see Alvin gone. He rolled his eyes, he should have known, Alvin always did that. He smiled slightly and made himself something to eat.
After school, Simon and Jeanette made their way into the library. "The library's open till six, we have a couple of hours." Simon told her.
"I promised Ellie I'd help her and Theodore with some recipes, so I have to get home by five. Is that alright?" Simon smiled at her and nodded.
"Of course..." He said gently. He sighed gently and they sat down at a table.
****
Alvin heard Simon come inside at 5:17 and he went to watch his brother come upstairs. "Hey Si. What's wrong?" Alvin asked. Simon shook his head, bypassing Alvin and going into his room, closing the door behind him. He blinked, confused. There was a knock on the door and Alvin hurried downstairs to answer it. His face scrunched with disgust. "Who left this pile of trash on our doorstep?" He asked, staring into Brittany's light blue eyes.
"Ha ha. Very funny. Took you a few days to come up with that, didn't it Seville?" Brittany retorted.
"Ooh, nice one, Miller. What do you want?" Alvin asked, folding his arms. She looked over her nails.
"Oh, did you say something? I don't listen to bullshit." She remarked.
"But you just love hearing yourself talk. Isn't that ironic?" Alvin snapped. She glared. "Don't glare at me. It's my house you're at. You came here." She sighed.
"Believe it or not, I came here to talk to you." She reluctantly said. Alvin stared at her, then laughed. "Hey! Shut it, Seville! It's not funny!" She snapped.
"It is to!" Alvin laughed. He waited till he calmed down to chuckling. "You're telling me, you came here to insult me?" He asked, still chuckling.
"No! Idiot!" She snapped. Alvin smirked, arching an eyebrow. "OK, insulting you is just entertaining." He rolled his eyes. "But I really wanted to talk to you. Please?" She said with genuine honesty. Alvin sighed.
"Fine. Out here?" He asked. She nodded. "Hang on, let me get my shoes, I'll be right back." She nodded and turned to sit on the step.
Alvin slipped on his shoes when Simon came into his room. "Who's at the door?" Simon asked.
"Brittany. She wants to talk to me." Alvin said standing up and looking at Simon. "You look like you've got a lot on your mind. What's up?" Alvin asked. Simon shook his head and Alvin shrugged. "Alright then. I'll be out front for a bit." Simon nodded and went into his room as Alvin headed downstairs.
"Took you long enough." Brittany stated as he shut the door behind him, sitting next to her.
"Watch it, remember, you wanted to talk to me. I'm perfectly fine imagining you dead." Alvin snapped. She rolled her eyes. "So talk. What do you want?" She let out a breath.
"I really am sorry about announcing you being gay. Oh and slapping me, totally not necessary." She added. Alvin sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Yes it was. Face it Britt, you're a bitch." She glared at him.
"Last time I checked, I'm a Chipette." She snapped.
"When was that, a minute ago?" Alvin snapped back. Brittany stood.
"Ugh! Forget it!" She moved to leave but Alvin stopped her.
"Alright. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. Just calm down and tell me what you came here to tell me, OK?" She nodded and they both sat back down.
Alvin. Jeanette. Alvin. Jeanette. What the hell? I shouldn't have to decide. Alvin's my brother. Jeanette's my girlfriend. Why isn't it easy? Simon sighed in frustration. If Brittany tells Jeanette, and I stop helping Alvin, I won't have anyone. But I just can't see why it's so damn difficult! Simon covered his face with his pillow.
"Simon!" Alvin's voice startled Simon and he sat up, resting his pillow on his lap. "Why didn't you tell me Brittany knew?!" Alvin demanded. Simon shrugged and set his pillow back in it's spot, laying back. "Don't shrug it off! Did you tell her or something?!"
"No! Of course not!" Simon exclaimed.
"Then how did she know?!" Alvin snapped.
"Because she could tell. Apparently I make it obvious when I've slept with someone..." Simon answered. Alvin rolled his eyes and chuckled. He sat next to Simon. Simon sat up and crossed his legs, staring at Alvin.
"What?" Alvin asked. Simon shook his head. "No, it's something. Tell me what it is."
"Nothing." Simon insisted.
"Liar. Tell me." Alvin persisted. Simon sighed. "If it's about me, I suggest you think twice."
"And what if it is? You threatening me?" Simon demanded.
"Like hell I am!" Alvin snapped. Simon glared at him.
"I'm not sleeping with you anymore." Simon told him in a level tone. Alvin rolled his eyes.
"Good. I don't want you to sleep with me anyway." Alvin said with a shrug, feeling internally upset.
"Good." Simon stated.
"Good." Alvin repeated.
"Good!" Simon snapped.
"Great!" Alvin countered.
"Awesome!" Simon retorted.
"Super!" Alvin remarked.
"Fantastic!" Simon shouted.
"Ecstatic!" Alvin snapped.
"Wonderful!" Simon countered.
"Insane!" Alvin retorted.
"Unbelievable!" Simon snapped, pressing his forehead to Alvin's, pushing lightly.
"Unimaginable!" Alvin pushed back.
"Exhilarating!" Simon pushed. Alvin scowled and stood.
"Cheater! Using words I don't know!" Simon laughed at him. "Shut up! It ain't funny!" Alvin snapped.
"It is to!" Simon laughed. Alvin growled and hit him with his pillow. "Ow!" Simon laughed. Alvin smacked him in the face.
"You want me to hit you harder?" Alvin asked. Simon's laughter eased down and he looked at Alvin.
"No, actually I'd rather not be hit either way." He snatched his pillow back. "Especially by you." Alvin chuckled and took the pillow and hit Simon on the head.
"You know you want me to." Simon took the pillow.
"Not really." Alvin sat across from him, an eyebrow arched. "You didn't mean, with the pillow, did you?" Simon asked, blushing brightly. Alvin smiled and shook his head no. "Alvin, I just told you I'm not sleeping with you anymore. It's not helping you."
"Says who?" Alvin demanded, moving ever so slightly closer to Simon.
"I say so. And it's true. So, no I'm not sleeping with you. And besides, you said 'good.'" Simon replied.
"Besides that, I haven't slept with you yet." Alvin stated. Simon shook his head in confusion. "Do I need to get literal?" Alvin asked. He sighed. "Alright. You slept with me. But I haven't slept with you. Get it?" Simon nodded. "So, I haven't slept with you yet. So technically, you're not sleeping with me tonight." Simon's jaw fell.
"Who on Earth thinks of sex like that?!" Simon demanded. Alvin shrugged.
"I do, clearly. And you're supposed to be the logical one. Pfft!" Alvin waved it off.
"You're insane if you think I'm letting you-! No way! You've lost your mind!" Simon exclaimed, sitting up straighter.
Alvin chuckled. "Relax, Simon." He stated, moving closer to his freaked out brother.
"Relax?! You've got to be kidding me!" Simon shouted. He used his feet to keep Alvin at a distance. Alvin rolled his eyes and moved Simon's feet, crawling between his legs. He made him lay down by pulling on his legs. "Oh, so now you want to rape me?" Simon accused.
"If it helps me get what I want, then yeah. But give it a few minutes, it won't be forced." Alvin answered seductively. Simon rolled his eyes, blushing.
"What makes you so sure?" Simon demanded. Alvin thought about this, and smiled.
"I learned from you. That's what." Simon sighed. "You should feel good about that."
"Right now, I feel violated." Alvin chuckled.
"Well, I'll finally get to see if you'll like being subdued." He said, confident that he'll have Simon glad things worked out this way. My turn to be in charge...He smirked at that thought.
Theodore arrived home an hour later, starved. It was funny, because he and Eleanor always taste-tested their food, if it was good, it was gone. And it was very good. But the long, five minute walk, had him hungry again. As he boiled some eggs, he decided to go see what Simon was doing, plus, he needed some extra help on his homework. As he neared Simon's room, he heard some odd noises. Curious, he pressed his ear to the door.
"Oh...Alvin..." he heard Simon moan. Theodore gasped and backed away from the door. Alvin!? All the blood in Theodore's body filled his face. His brothers were?! With each other?! Maybe her heard wrong...He went back to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. He opened it slowly and very little. Peeking in, he had heard right. He couldn't see past the blanket that covered their lower bodies, but they were indeed having sex. Theodore closed the door back and leaned against the wall, feeling lightheaded.
Well, there goes my appetite...Theodore thought. He heard another moan come from Simon and he covered his mouth. How can they do that? He wanted to leave, but his legs had gone weak, and he couldn't move. Well I know how, but how?! And with each other!
"Mm...see, I told you you'd like it..." He heard Alvin say in a voice too deep for a Chipmunk's. Theodore was sure he'd be sick. He urged his legs to move, but he didn't get anywhere. There was an increase in the noise, and Simon's moans increased as well. Theodore plugged his ears, but it didn't help. Struggling to stand, he scurried downstairs, threw away his eggs and ran out of the house.
"Theodore? What are you doing back?" Eleanor asked as she let him in. "You look sick."
"You have no idea!" Theodore exclaimed. Eleanor made him sit down and gave him a glass of water.
"What happened?" She asked.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Theodore said after drinking half the glass. Eleanor huffed and folded her arms.
"Try me." She stated. Theodore looked at her.
****
"I knew you'd like it." Alvin said as he redressed another hour later. Simon remained laying down as he watched Alvin.
"Aw, shut up." Simon snapped.
"Mm, seems like someone didn't get hit hard enough." Alvin stated, folding his arms over his shirtless chest. "I'm still capable to pound you, might wanna watch yourself, Si." He forewarned with a smirk. Simon rolled his eyes and laid on his side.
"I'm tired." Simon finally said. Alvin smiled and sat next to him.
"And who's fault is that?" He asked gently.
"Yours." Simon answered, closing his eyes. Alvin chuckled.
"Maybe so, but you had a hard time keeping up with me, so you used up quite a bit of energy." Alvin informed him.
"Which leads back to it being your fault." Simon countered easily. Alvin scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that." Simon nodded. Alvin put on his shirt. "Dave should be home soon." He said.
"I know..." He answered, looking at Alvin. Alvin smiled. "I'm still not sleeping with you..." Alvin sat on his knees by Simon's bed.
"How long do you think that statement will last?" Alvin asked.
"Until you really do rape me." Simon said in a neutral tone.
"Oh, so until tomorrow night?" Alvin asked with a chuckle. Simon shrugged and closed his eyes. Alvin stood and left his brother's room, closing the door gently.
Jeanette gasped at Eleanor and Theodore's news. "You guys can't be serious. Simon's not even gay. How could he sleep with Alvin?"
"Jeanette, I saw them with my own, virgin eyes! I'll never unsee that!" Theodore exclaimed.
"Jeanette, I didn't believe it either, but Theodore even heard them!" Eleanor shivered involuntarily.
"So, you're telling me, Simon's cheating on me?" Jeanette asked with sad disbelief.
"Yes," Eleanor and Theodore said in unison, "with Alvin."
Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh ooh no no! Now everyone, minus Dave, from the whole gang knows! Now what? I have no clue! But I'll update real soon, just remember to review!!! Dooo it! Dooo it! Do it NOW! LOL, please and thank you!
-BrittanySeville18