A/N:
It's up a day earlier than expected! :)
It's amazing how such a small idea can turn into such a big thing that I thought would never be possible! It's also amazing at how many people love this fanfic so much and at how you all give such positive feedback. Thank you once again. :)
OK, So this is the last update that you will see in awhile, for as you read this A/N and this chapter, I will not be on the internet, I will not be reading your reviews; I will be away for 2 weeks. But I will return on the 13th – 15th of August and I will read all those reviews that you will leave for me. :)
Oh! Just wanna clarify one thing! I'm actually writing "The Chipmunks" and "The Chipettes" in their Cartoon 80's-90's forms. But, you can imagine the characters in their CGI form if you wish; it's all entirely up to you!
OK, enough from me (For now. Lol) Let's get on with the chapter! :)
As promised, and early than planned, here is the next chapter for "It's All In Your Head, Alvin"!
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!
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"Girl I (girl I), Just wanna put it all aside (aside)
And focus on your body tonight (tonight)
Kiss you on your lips while I, Stroke your hair gently let's try, To flip the script tonight"
-Qwote
"I Don't Wanna Fight" by Qwote Ft. Trina
The room was silent, still but dark and gloomy as ever. And even though Alvin felt the presence that a light was on somewhere in the small room he was standing in (For he sensed that part of the room was lit but lightness), the darkness seemed to overthrow the lightness in one big swoop, covering up every smear of hope, happiness and love.
And in its wake was despair, sadness, anger and sorrow. Like the world wasn't alive, like the world was dead, everybody was dead. Like life wasn't worth living...like it was already too late to live. Like life was sucked up from the room and in its place was death, gory, inalterable and unavoidable, death.
Yes, the darkness was strong, pure strong, pure loathing, pure hungry, pure...sadness? Darkness can't be sad? Can it? And...no! Was there a glimmer of...love as well? No, that can't be right! Darkness doesn't love anything! It can't love! Darkness is Evil! And Evil is Darkness! Both are the same, and therefore, both mean the same thing!
But...there can't be any love in the world if there isn't any evil, no anger...no hate. And there can't be any love, no lightness in the world if there isn't any darkness, no evil. So...both had to exist. And if both existed, wouldn't that mean that both could feel the opposite of each other? Didn't that mean that someone evil could love? And could someone who love, hate? Wouldn't that mean that both are the same? Wouldn't that mean that darkness had to exist for lightness to exist? Did both depend on each other?
Your guess is as good as Alvin's.
But as Alvin looked down at the darkness, at the anger, the bottled up fear, confusion and sorrowness that Alvin could see down on the expressionless face on the small child before him, Alvin knew the answer straight away. And though Alvin couldn't see the answer, though he saw darkness, anger...pure hate, Alvin could sense...sadness...and...Was it love?...yes, love.
The darkness sat only, away from the other three forms that stood (or sat) on the other side of the room. The darkness looked as though it liked being on its own, liked it liked its own solitude and enjoyed being with its self. It didn't look like the social type and it didn't look like the caring nor loving type. It looked quite small in size, but was huge and powerful in emotion and stance.
But it also looked sad as well, Alvin could see. Lonely, and plenty of it. Like it actually wanted to talk to people, like it wanted to have a friend of some sort but, for some unknown reason, decide against that. Something was holding it back? What and why? And there was a huge powerful amount of despair and sorrow. Something had happened; something dreadful, something horrible. Something. And, maybe, that was why darkness wanted to be alone; afraid to get its heart broken, again? (Did it have a heart? Did it love?) It was painful inside, it was torture. But darkness lived through it. Every day was a living hell, and darkness walked through hell every day.
Lightness was afraid of darkness and because of that, both weren't friends; both didn't get on at all.
Lightness seemed to be happy, bright, hopeful and loving..
But there was nothing for darkness; no love, no hope, no friends, nothing. Darkness was completely and utterly, alone.
And Alvin felt pity for it, but one emotion was too huge; shock.
For the darkness, with all its strength and glory, for its anger, hate and fear was all in the eyes of a ten/eleven year old boy, sitting in a chair in front of him.
Darkness was his nephew, his brother's son, Simon's son.
The features were not hard to notice. Charles resembled Simon's facial feature's and had Simon's eyes. His dark brown fur camouflaged almost into his dark surrounding, a trait inherited by his father. He, noticabily, took Simon's short-sightedness and the pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of the boy's nose was all the evidence you needed.
Even the room screamed out "Simon's son"! What with all the scientific books that sat neatly in a bookcase, the computer in the corner of the room, the blue carpet and wallpaper which signalled Simon's favourite color, for fuck sake!
And the boy was smart, clever, and Alvin could tell from the vast vocabulary the boy had used. But, there was one thing Alvin couldn't trace down in Simon that his son possessed, no matter how hard Alvin searched into his brothers personality and history; the darkness.
Why was Simon's son so...hateful, so fearful...so sad, unloved? Why did his eyes scream out "I will kill you!" but his soul whimpered "Help me, please! Sir, please, help me!"? Why did he long to be near, but wanted to be away? Why did he say horrible things to the Lightness, but then looked as though he regretted it afterwards? What wrong with him? Why did hold so much hate?
Alvin didn't know, but he had a god theory. And one name rose up in his mind as an answer: Simon. Where was he now? Where was Alvin's brother now? Didn't he know that his son was in trouble? Didn't he care? Did he just abandon his son with Jeanette, wanting to get away and not wanting to hold any responsibility, now that he was old enough to take care of his life? Didn't he care at all!
Where are you?...
What are you doing!
Fuck Simon.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, BROTHER!...
Alvin received no response, but he didn't expect to get one, for no matter how loud Alvin yelled, no matter how many times he yelled, Simon would not reply his calls, did not appear out of the blue and hug Alvin...nothing.
Just emptiness and...Darkness.
It was pointless.
So why did he keep on shouting for him?
Pause.
No answer.
Alvin gaped down at Simon's son, the shock still not leaving his system.
Charles Seville appeared to have sensed that the atmosphere in the room had changed. The book that was up in front of him, blocking his face from the Ligthness, was now down on his lap. He looked over at the light side of the room, over at the three forms, over at his two cousins and the strange young man he stared down and gaped at him. Was the man mentally ill or something?
Charles stood and walked over to the light side of the room, over to the Lightness, an expressionless expression covering his face.
The chipmunk boy who looked like his father, Alvin's brother, stared up at Alvin. His expression was unemotional but as Alvin continued to stare and gape at him, the boy started to feel uncomfortable and his expression changed to one of indifference and annoyance. His nose scrunched up, his eyes glazed daggers and his ears peeked up.
"Why, pre tell, are you looking at me in such a way?" Charles asked in a stern voice, his arms folded, eyes on Alvin's face.
Alvin didn't answer; he just stared. But this did not satisfy Charles as a reasonable answer.
Suddenly, the mood in the small bedroom changed, yet again. Alvin could hear thunder noises? Was the room getting smaller and darker? A dangerous expression covered Charles face.
"Tell me," the darkness spoke in a dark, cold voice. It sounded nothing like the voice before.
The lightness sensed the change in the room and tensed up. A small paw grabbed hold of Alvin's paw, holding on to it as if Alvin's paw would protect it from harm.
"Please Niavl," The small scared voice of Little Suzie reached Alvin's ears. "Please answer, Charles,"
Alvin heard whimpering noises behind him, over by Charles bed. It was Joseph and he was saying something in a gurgle of fear.
Charles looked murderous. Charles is Simon's son. Little Suzie and Joseph were afraid of Charles.
And once all this clicked into place, Alvin shook his head.
And just before the darkness covered the room in more darkness, Alvin finally spoke:
"I was staring at you," Alvin started. "Because you resemble someone that I know...or used to know, I'm not sure,"
This seemed to calm the darkness down by a huge amount. Confusion was left, but darkness still lingered.
"No-one you know, I can assure you," was the dark reply. The dark boy glanced his eyes to the floor, not looking up at Alvin at all. "Anyone you may happen to know who even looks like me, is gone,"
"What do you mean?" Alvin asked slowly as he kneeled down to the darkness eye level, even though no eye contact was made. Alvin heard a small "Please," from Little Suzie and a "Don't" from Joseph.
Darkness looked up finally and held an expression Alvin didn't think he would see; curiosity and confusion. But the mixed expression was soon replaced with a angry stare. The darkness moved away from Alvin, walked over to the dark side of the room, sat in the chair, picked up a book, and covered its face from the other forms.
"Nothing," Alvin heard from behind the book."Nothing at all. Just leave me, alone,"
But this just confused Alvin. And though something told him to do what was ordered by the boy, Alvin ignored it and did the opposite.
Alvin sighed and, with a beat heart, spoke.
"You look like your father, don't you?"
Silence.
And then a gasp from Little Suzie, a whimper from Joseph...
Charles put down the book he was reading, slowly. He looked at Alvin and spoke in a quiet, cold voice.
"Don't you comprehend?" he asked. "I said 'Leave me alone',"
And Alvin should have left him alone, he should leave the boy to read...but he didn't. He continued talking and he said the four words that would make the darkness go evil...
"You look like Simon,"
More silence. Dead erry silence.
Darkness covered the entire room in a swift move.
"Don't you ever say that name again!" Darkness roared as he stood up with such force that he almost toppled over the chair he was, previously, sitting in. The boy was by Alvin's legs in seconds, and despite the height difference, he continued to shout and scream: "Don't you ever say his name again!"
Darkness was fuming, darkness was evil, darkness was...in pain? Always in pain? Every day in pain? Living hell... Was sad? Alone? No love? Yes.
Darkness turned away and walked over to the other side of the room, put the book back up and continued to read as if nothing had happened and no-one else was in the room.
And Alvin said nothing. He had no response for Charles, nothing what so ever. Maybe Charles was right; maybe he should just let him be.
Alvin guessed he had spent two minutes in the room with Charles and his two cousins, Alvin's niece and nephew. And Alvin had only known Charles for only two minutes. And, despite that fact, he had already known a lot about him, about how much pain he was in, how sad, miserable and lonely he felt. About how he took all his pain on the people around him, wanting them to feel the same pain he felt. Oh, it was terrible. And all in two minutes.
Two minutes...
Why did that ring a bell?
Two minutes...
"If you are not in this room in two minutes, I will never speak to you,"
Shit.
Brittany was waiting for him in the other bedroom.
Of course; he came up here to speak to her, didn't he?
Shit.
Alvin looked down at his watch; he had spent just under two minutes in this room; it was time to leave.
Alvin took one more look at Charles and at the darkness that swirled and vibrated around him; this boy was in trouble of falling, and falling hard and Alvin wanted to save him. Alvin wanted to ask questions, to say things. But time was at the essence...he didn't have a choice.
Alvin bowed his head slightly to Charles, turned on his hell walked over to Joseph and Little Suzie (who accompanied her brother a few seconds ago) who both sat on the bed on the light side of the room, away from the darkness. Alvin kneeled down to their eye level and smiled gently. He pattered the heads.
"You not going, are you, Niavl?" Joseph asked with big green eyes.
"I have to," Alvin replied, hating the looks that covered their faces. "I've got to,"
"Please don't leave," Joseph pranced onto Alvin's front and hung onto his hoodie. "Don't leave us in the dark, please..."
Alvin looked down at the boy and contemplated his plead, but, with a guilty and heavy heart, Alvin picked up the frightened boy and placed by his sister.
"Don't worry, Joseph," Alvin said in a clam voice. "Your sister will be here for you,"
Joseph looked to Suzie, who beamed at her brother and nodded.
"I'm always here for you," she said, smiling.
"But, what about...him?" Joseph's eyes darted at the darkness.
"If you leave him alone, he won't talk to you," Alvin said as he stroked his nephew's fur. "He won't hurt you,"
"You promise?"
Promise.
Promise to make it all right...
Promise to return...
The same promise, the same words spoken by his own son...Little Alvie...
Another promise to make, to hold.
Alvin smiled. "I promise,"
Joseph smiled a little and tensed. Suzie hugged her brother for reassurance.
The scene Alvin saw made the room light up a bit.
Alvin opened up his arms and both siblings, both his niece and nephew, hugged him in a open embrace.
"Just remember," Alvin whispered into their ears. "Your daddy is always with you,"
Alvin let both children go, who both held onto each other by holding paws. He then stood and walked to the door, the room increasing in light as he walked further away from the darkness.
Alvin put a paw lingering, hovering over the door handle.
And just as Alvin left the darkness, he looked just over his shoulder and spoke in a quiet voice:
"Your daddy is always with you, Charles,"
He didn't bother to listen to the reply (He didn't know if there was a reply for that matter,). He just left, shutting the door behind him with a small "Thud", leaving his niece and nephews alone in the room, both lightness and darkness together, both silent.
"You're cutting it very fine, Alvin," Brittany said in a stern voice, her arms folded and her brown gorgeous eyes glaring angrily at Alvin. But Alvin didn't care that she was angry with him; at least she was glaring those gorgeous eyes at him. Hmm...he never actually realized how gorgeous her eyes were until this very night, until she looked at him when he arrived at Jeanette's house, crashing her hen night and her party in the process.
"Sorry," Alvin muttered, his eyes darting to the floor, realizing that he had been staring into Brittany's eyes and had felt the tension between them become uncomfortable. "I got...distracted,"
Silence.
"You met you nephews and niece," Brittany stated.
"Yes I did," Alvin replied.
By the look of things, Alvin had just arrived at the foot of the bedroom (Where Brittany instructed for Alvin to return in two minutes) just in the nick of time, for when Alvin arrived, barging the open, not bothering to knock, he found Brittany near the doorframe, readying herself to leave the room. Both Alvin and Brittany's noses touched when Alvin opened the door. Alvin was fortunate enough that his fur covered the flush that crept over his face.
Brittany also looked a little embarrassed when this event occurred (She coughed and looked away from Alvin's direction), but she quick brushed off the feeling and event and gestured for Alvin to enter the room; he obliged and entered the room.
The bedroom was decorated in a light purple color. The walls were decorated in a pattern of planets and stars. The floor was covered in a swirly pattern. A bed rested in the corner of the room by an open window, the moon shining into the room accompanied with many twinkly stars. A telescope stood by the window. A bookcase with many books stood near the purple covered bed. Books entitled "Brain Surgeon: The Do's And Don'ts"", "The Human Brain: Volume II" and "DR. Regret's Theory On The Brain" were just a few books that Alvin saw laid out on a desk next to the bookcase. A lamp stood on the desk and was on, giving the room light, creating shadows in the room. Accompanied with moon's midnight glow and the stars twinkling through the window, it was the only light source in the room. A green plant stood in the corner of the room next to a wardrobe. This bedroom, Alvin assumed, belonged to Jeanette.
A picture of a young Jeanette, Eleanor and Brittany stood on the bedside table; the picture appeared to be taken when the chipmunk sisters were in their teenage years. Alvin walked towards the picture and picked it up to have a better look. All girls were smiling and looked as though they were having a great time. In the background of the picture, Alvin could just make out the forms of his brothers as teenagers, both were squirting water at each other with water guns. But where was Alvin in the picture?
"I remember this picture," Alvin muttered, looking down at the picture, his back facing Brittany. "We all went to a water park on my sixteenth birthday,"
Brittany didn't say anything; there was just pure silence.
"I'm not in the picture, obviously, cause I took the picture," Alvin turned around and faced Brittany, the picture still clutched in his paws, wanting to read the emotion on her face, to see what she was thinking, to know that she heard him. Alvin saw nothing on her face.
"It was a great day," he sighed as he looked back down at the picture. "And I wanted to take a picture, to remember this moment, to let my friends remember this moment by giving you all copies of the picture, so even as we grew older, we could always look at this picture and remember the good old days, when things were just the way we liked it..."
The picture was now clutched in one of Alvin's paws, loosely. "Obviously," Alvin said in a dark voice. "I was wrong..."
No response at all...
"Things have changed too much to remember any good from the past; everything is too fucked up to look back at "good times" and to remember everything you shared with your friends," Alvin could feel a lump forming in his throat; God, please. He didn't want to start crying in front of Brittany! That was the last thing he wanted!
But as he let his emotions flow freely, and as he expressed everything out to open, to Brittany, he couldn't control his body any more...
"Everything's gone to shit, fucked up. Everything is gone," He felt his voice crack, he felt tears beginning to flow down his cheeks...
Don't cry, Alvin Seville, you little pussy! Alvin thought, despite the fact that his hoodie was covering his head.
"Everything's gone wrong..."
And finally, after a minute of Alvin controlling the conversation, Brittany spoke:
"...And it's all your fault,"
She was right of course and Alvin knew she was. After all, he admitted that to himself. He knew how much he fucked up everything one's life's; he knew what he had caused, what he had done. So...why was it now dawning on him? Why was it now that his throat formed a lump, finding it hard to speak? Why did tears run down his face? Why did anger build up in his chest? Why did he feel like bricks were being thrown at him?
Because he had heard it from someone else's mouth?
Because it really was his fault?
Yes.
Anger built up in chest and this Alvin travelled down his arms and to his paws. He was holding the picture with both paws, his paws shaking the picture with so much angry, powerful, pain. He looked down at the picture, looked at the picture of smiling faces, as if they hadn't had a care in the world and that life was all full of joy; boy were they wrong! They were the happy times...they were...happy times...
SMASH!
The picture feel to the floor in a bundle of shattered glass, the picture itself covered in Alvin's tears. The "happy times" was there on the floor, shattered and destroyed. There was no "happy times", there never was...
"Don't you think I fucking know that, Brittany!" Alvin screamed as he looked at the girl with tear filled eyes, his voice full with pain and angry with belt up emotions he didn't know he was compressing. "Don't you think I know that I caused all this!" Alvin stretched his arms out wide and gestured to the room around him.
"What do you want me to say?" Alvin continued, his voice becoming hysterical, his arms limped down, his eyes darting at Brittany's with sorrow. "Do you want me to say that 'I was jerk'? Do you want me to say that 'I was a superficial jerk'? You want me to admit that I caused all this? Huh? What? Tell me!"
Brittany's face was emotionless. Her face said nothing, but her eyes were screaming out in pain and sadness...anger. She walked a little further towards Alvin.
"I want you to leave me, Alvin," Brittany said in an unreaderable voice. "I want you to give up on me and to leave me be,"
No. She...Brittany couldn't have allowed Alvin to talk to her just so she could say...that! No, there had to be some sort of a mistake! No...not give up...Alvin would never give up, never!
"No," Alvin said in an audioable whisper as he walked closer to the girl he loved and held her by her arms. "I'm not leaving you, again. I already did that once and look what it did,"
Alvin stared into Brittany's eyes and she stared back; God her eyes were beautiful, like two brown crystals sparkling in the moon's glow. He couldn't give up on her! One look into those eyes of crystals and he just wanted to fight for her, to never let go of her, to love her forever.
Alvin realized that he had a proper look of Brittany and he stunned at he he discovered...why didn't he see it before?
Maybe it was the light in the room, maybe it was his head, but, tonight on this very night, the night before she was going to get married, she looked more beautiful than Alvin could ever believe. Perhaps it was the stunning dress she was wearing, perhaps it was the make-up she had on her smooth face, more, maybe, perhaps she was always beautiful, and now that someone else would look at her beauty every day, now that the monster was going to have to himself, Alvin finally realized, noticed, never saw how beautiful, how glamorous she looked.
How could he have been so blind!
Silence.
Brittany pushed Alvin away, her posture going stern and angry.
"I'm getting married tomorrow, Alvin!" she screamed at him. "Have you forgotten that little piece of information?"
"No, I haven't," Alvin replied in a strong voice. "But I don't care. You don't belong with him, Brittany. His scum..."
"Rupert is the best thing that ever happened to me!"
That hurt. That hurt Alvin like a low blow, a punch to the heart.
"His...a...MONSTER!" Alvin screamed, the feeling of despair growing in his chest, the feeling of emptiness filling out. His voice raised in volume, his eyes grew huge and wet. "Can't you see that! Why can't you fucking see that, Brittany! He wants to hurt you..."
"Ruppie Mogouhan loves me!"
"No he does-"
Stunned silence filled the air. Did….did Alvin just hear right? Did he just hear that name come out of Brittany's mouth? Did she just refer to the monster with the name of his best friend from when he was a teenager! No…but that would mean that…..no! No, fucking no! NO, no, no, no, no, no, no no, no! Please, God, no…..
Yes.
"What?" Alvin asked, in a stunned voice, unaware that he had said a word.
"Ruppie Mogouhan, your best friend, my fiancé, I love him," And Brittany looked at Alvin square in the face. On the surface, her eyes said "Ha! Looks whose talking now1" But deep down, Alvin saw a little girl screaming "Help me, Alvin!"
No, this was a nightmare! This was all a freaking nightmare, and Alvin wanted to wake up! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Nothing…emptiness….darkness was laughing at him. Fuck.
Alvin couldn't believe it; after all the time he spent with him. After all that fighting to protect Brittany, after all the time spending to fight for her love, and this is what happens! He fails, miserably! His best friend wins; he finally gets Brittany.
But why didn't Alvin see it before. Of course…Rupert….Ruppie….duh! Why didn't he see that clear connection! It was right there screaming at him in the face and he didn't see it! But…did Ruppie know that Alvin was his best friend? Did he know that he was Alvin Seville? If Ruppie did know, that would make a lot of sense; for one, it would explain why he wanted to get rid of Alvin. If Alvin was out of the way, Rupiie would do anything to Brittany and she would belong to him, and Alvin could do nothing. It would also explain why Ruppie looked at him in weird ways when he saw Alvin, like he saw a ghost or something, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing, why he looked like he wanted to kill Alvin. Yes, it made a heel of a lot of sense.
Brittany was marrying Alvin's ex-best friend.
It took awhile for Alvin to find his voice.
"You're…marrying my ex-best….friend?" Alvin choked out, eyes wide.
"Yes," Brittany replied in a simple voice. "You didn't know it was him, did you?"
Silence.
"Your reaction says it all, Alvin," Brittany continued. "You didn't know who Rupert was until I just told you,"
But Alvin didn't reply to what she said….
"You're marrying my ex-best friend!" he shouted, angrily, not understanding what she was doing. "I thought you were smarter than this, Brittany!"
"He loves me, Alvin!" Brittany screamed back, coming a bit closer to Alvin. The room seemed to go shrink in size and the temperature rose. "I knew he had a crush on me when I was a teenager. I've known for a very long time. And I knew that you were stopping him from getting any way close to me, like you were trying to protect me or something…."
So, Brittany didn't know that Alvin loves her? But, did she know that he knew that she loves him?
"When you left me," Brittany looked down at the floor. "I had no-one, not a shoulder to cry on. But Ruppie came along; he was always there but you was always getting in the way," She looked back up, tears were sparkling all over her face. "He told me that he loves me. I didn't know if I should believe him, but I gave him a shot to see what his love was worth. I feel in love with him and I discovered that his love was true. But I was stupid to think otherwise; I mean, he showed me his love when he made love to me on the night of his house party he threw back when we were teenagers…."
Of course! How could Alvin forget! The main reason he wanted to speak to Brittany; the night of Ruppie's house party! The truth about what happened between himself and Brittany, the conception of a bay which would soon become a little boy, Little Alvie…wait, did she just say Ruppie and her "made love" that night? He must have heard wrong, surely!
"You and Ruppie did what!" Alvin exclaimed, assuming he did hear right.
"You heard me!" Brittany replied back. "He and I made love that night, that night of his house party…."
"No!" Alvin shouted, not understanding what Brittany was saying; why was she saying such things? "You and he didn't make love!"
"Yes we did!" Brittany shouted. "I remember that night….it was magical. He was so caring and loving and so….perfect,"
"Yes,"
"No….wait, what did you say?" Alvin assumed that Brittany must have thought that Alvin was going to disagree with her, for her face was a picture of shock; her eyes were wide and he mouth was a gape a bit.
"Yes," Alvin repeated, and he stepped closer to her. "You did make love. Yes, it was magical," And Alvin walked closer to Brittany, closing the distance between them.
"But the only problem is, it wasn't with Ruppie," Alvin almost whispered. Brittany started into his eyes. "You made love to me,"
There was a few seconds of silence (more on Brittany's part) but that was soon disrupted when Brittany screamed and pushed Alvin back with a great force. Alvin almost tumbled to the floor but he held his balance just in the nick of time.
"Why are you saying that!" Brittany screamed, fresh new tears falling down from her face. "Why are you being so cruel! I know what happened that night. It was with Ruppie, and when I woke up the next day, he was in bed sleeping next to me,"
Shit. Alvin started to doubt himself; maybe he didn't sleep with Brittany after all. Maybe it was all in his head…but….that weird sort of out of body dream he experienced! He was drunk, yes, but it implied that he and Brittany….did it. Maybe he implied wrong? No! He and Brittany did make love, they did! But…Ruppie could have done it after Alvin had finished…
NO.
Alvin and Brittany did make love and he was sure of that. Al he had to do was take one look at Brittany's son to know that he, Alvin, was the father. There was no way on earth that that….monster, his ex-best friend, was the father of the sweet chipmunk boy! For fuck sake, the boy is a chipmunk! It would only make sense that Alvin is the father!
But…just because Alvin did do it with Brittany first, didn't mean Ruppie didn't do it with Brittany afterwards; Alvin was still unsure about that part….
Suddenly, Brittany ran at Alvin and grabbed hold of his hoodie. She then started to hit him over and over again, crying as she did so.
"No!" She whimpered. "It wasn't you! It was Ruppie, my love….Not you!" Hit after hit.
"Never you…I….Oh….Please…..No….Little Alvie," Brittany was about to hit again but Alvin stopped her before the impact on his chest. He grabbed both of her paws and looked at her in the eyes.
"Brit-Brittany," Alvin croaked out, tears running down his cheeks. Fuck it! Who cares if she saw him cry like a pussy! Who gives a crap! It was all worth it in the end…. "You imagine your son. You remember the image of Little Alvie…..do you see him?"
Brittany just stared, unblinkingly.
"Do you see!" And Alvin jolted her in a fury of strength. Her eyes widened a little and they screamed "What is wrong with you!" He tried to calm down, realizing that emotions were taking over; if he wasn't careful, he would become something even worse than the monster….
"Do you have the image of Little Alvie in your mind's eye?" Alvin asked in a a calmer tone. Brittany closed her eyes and after a few moments, she nodded, quickly.
"Now you open your eyes and look at me," She did what Alvin asked of her. "Now you tell me, you look at me in the eyes…." Alvin looked at Brittany's gorgeous eyes. "….And you tell me that he isn't my son,"
And it was the longest pause, the longest silence that Alvin had ever felt with her. It was so tense, so strong and powerful, and just by holding her, just feeling her fur made his skin tingle, made his heart flutter.
And soon, it ended. A small "No," escaped through Brittany's mouth. Alvin looked into her eyes and saw her soul, saw a little girl whimper "No,"…..
"Yes," Alvin whispered back. "And you know it's true,"
"I…you…can't…." Brittany was not making no coherent sense; she looked lost, trapped, scared. No….
"Tell me that you didn't name Little Alvin after his father," Alvin continued as he lightly held onto either side of her face and continued to look into her sparkling eyes. "
Tell me that you don't whisper my name every night you put our son to sleep," Alvin could feel his eyes burning with tears. Fuck.
"Tell me that you didn't tell our son about me," Alvin had to whisper now; his throat was killing him. "Tell me that you don't tell him wonderful things about me. Go ahead. Tell me,"
But Brittany told Alvin nothing; she didn't tell him a word. She merely looked up at Alvin in fear and in shock, afraid, probably, of what he was going to say next.
"How do you-?" She started to ask, but Alvin answered her unfinished question for her.
"I met him," Alvin answered simply, quietly, sadly. "Our son told me everything. I know..."
Alvin was holding Brittany, she was holding him. He stared into her gorgeous eyes and she stared right back. A tingly feeling chorused through Alvin's body; he wondered if she felt it too. She had to...
"Y-You...You know?" Brittany asked in a quiet voice.
Alvin nodded. "I know everything. I know what you said about me, what you think and feel. I read your letters,"
Brittany looked at anywhere but at Alvin. "You weren't supposed to read that," she whispered.
"But I did," Alvin replied. "And I know and..." Alvin lifted Brittany's face. And emotion of pure sorrow, of longing, of...pain, stared at Alvin in the face. "...You also know as well what that letter said. So tell me, please Brittany. Admit what you said to me,"
Brittany's lip trembled; Alvin brushed a claw over her lips; he felt electricity. Her eyes said "Alvin...", her body, trembling under Alvin's touch.
"I-I can't," She looked down.
Alvin sighed and finally took off his hoodie.
"I made a lot of promises to people," Alvin spoke in a dark voice. It got Brittany's attention and she was looking at him. "I promised I would make things right again. I promised I would make it better. But I can only do that if you admit what you said..."
Brittany was lost and trapped...trapped with the monster...wanting to be found by Alvin...
She darted her eyes to the floor and whispered in a broken voice "I-I...c-can't do-do it,"
Alvin gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. He held onto either side of her face with a gentle touch. His heart was pounding, his soul was light and fluffy, he felt the pressure building, his love growing...he had to say it! He wanted to say it! This was it; it was now or never! She had to know how he felt about her!
He made a promise to make it all right...
"Then I'll say it for you," He leaned forward and whispered into her ear in a loving voice: "I love you,"
Alvin looked back at Brittany and saw her eyes twinkle with a mixture of shock and...delight. It was the last thing he saw before he planted a soft passionate kiss on her firm lips...
Alvin and Brittany were both kissing...
A/N:
Dun! Dun! DUUUNNNN!
At last!
They both finally kiss! Took them long enough! Lol
Yes, chapter was filled with Alvin/Brittany love!
And if you can't tell, we are in fact getting closer and closer to seeing a certain character again...I'm not gonna tell you who! That would spoil the surprise!
Oh and the lyrics to the song this is based on, is implied that the kiss will lead on to further...Er..."Things" lol
And they both finally have their confrontation! :)
OK, So this chapter was a little hard to write. The first part is about Simon's son and Little Suzie and Joseph and how they react to Charles. I didn't want to dwindle to long in this part, but I did other do it. If your wondering if we're gonna see Charles again, I can tell you that we will...hopefully. Second part was Alvin/Brittany confrontation; boy was this dramatic! I had to fit so may stuff into one conversation. I didn't want to other do it and make it long, otherwise it would be a mess. I think I levelled it just right without making it choppy and long. :)
So, what will happen between Alvin and Brittany now? Will Brittany marry Alvin's ex-best friend? (Didn't you guys see that connection between "Rupie" and "Rupert"?) What about Alvin's promises? Will he keep them all?
Please review and tell me what you think!
Reviews will be treated with love and care! :)
As said before, I will be gone for two weeks. So it would be a nice surprise to see my Inbox filled with Review alerts for this story when I return home!
Reply to "Zach":
Hey!
Thanks for the quick reply to my last message.
From what you say, you are indeed correct, but this is possibly down to my own doing. This is where I sometimes wish that I could write the whole story out, then go over it, change some details and make it as good as I can; this is one of them. I would go back and change those details to suit the story better.
Let's just say that I wrote Little Alvie's age wrong and what Brittany said was a little incorrect.
But even if I kept the details the way they are, would that be even weird than what has already happened to Alvin? I mean, his old house was in the hands of crazy squirrels and then they disappeared and Alvin heard their voices in his head? And he hears his brother's voice in his head? And the creepiness and emptiness of the town? Doesn't that all seem a bit weird?
Damn. I'm giving too much away!
Anyway, I thank you for pointing these things out to me.
Thank you! :)
Well, I guess this is goodbye from me! I'll see you all again in time...
Until next time, my awesome readers and reviewers! :)
