I do NOT support AlvinxJeanette. This story WILL be SimonxJeanette. It was created in a night of anger and laughter respectively. Now that I've started it, there's no stopping. The second chapter has already begun. It was going to be a one-shot, but it was getting too long. I like detail. So read if you want. Enjoy hopefully. And review please!

I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks. Which is a bummer.

Seriously Unexpected

It started out innocent. Seriously. A test Alvin seriously needed to pass. An annoying brother who was peeved at him in that particular moment and would not assist. Nowhere else to turn. A friend who could never turn down another friend in need. Alvin thought nothing of it.

Until it hit him harder than anything else had in his entire life.

"Study on your own, Alvin. I'm tired of picking up your slack," Simon said firmly. He sat at his desk, pouring over his physics book.

"Oh, come on, bro. We can work through this. Together," Alvin said. So far his sweet-talk was not being as effective as he would have liked. "You can help me pass, and I can entertain you with jokes while we study. Ever heard the one about the aardvark?"

"Go away, Alvin," Simon said.

"Please, Simon? I need help here," Alvin said. He took to begging. His brother often broke down when it came to begging, but not always. Alvin hoped "not always" was not now.

This was a "not always" moment, though. Simon looked at his older brother who was on his knees, staring up at him with large eyes. The same eyes that earlier that week had a very mischievous look in them as they watched their latest prank unfold on an unsuspecting munk. Simon could still smell garlic on his fur and onion in his clothes. Being quarantined in the spare room for three days was not his idea of a good time. Normally, he would cave and allow Alvin the satisfaction of getting what he wants, but not this time. This time he will just have to fall on his face. He can't get away with everything.

"No." That was Simon's final answer. He turned back to his homework.

Alvin's face fell. That tone was unmistakable. The oldest chipmunk would not get his way.

"What do you expect me to do then?" Alvin burst out, getting to his feet.

"Get a different sucker to help you," Simon said.

"And what sucker genius do I know that would willingly help me?" Alvin asked, irritated.

Simon shrugged, completely disengaged emotionally from his brother's distress. "Dunno. You're popular. Pick someone."

"I said genius. I don't have any genius friends. I need at least a B to pass biology."

"Then I guess you're out of luck."

Alvin's hands dragged down his face. The frustration was evident in his rather childish way of stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him. He considered it justified since he was out of options.

Theodore couldn't help him. He would be struggling just as much as Alvin, but no doubt Simon would help him. Their youngest brother was too cute and friendly to turn down. Alvin's other friends were not biology kind of people. They had complained about the big test for the past week. It was too late to apply for a tutor through the school. He wouldn't bully a nerd into doing the work for him. He was nicer than that. Brittany wasn't an option. She was smart enough, but studying with her was never a good idea. They never got anything done. Getting on each other's nerves—their idea of flirting—was far too fun to fully concentrate on anything else. Eleanor wasn't in the class. Jeanette couldn't. She was...

Wait.

Why wouldn't she be able to tutor him? Alvin paused halfway down the steps, staring at the bottom step, trying to come up with a good reason as to why he couldn't waltz over to the Miller household right now and beg for her help. Jeanette was in his class. She was smart—genius smart. She was nice. Surely she would help him.

Theodore noticed Alvin frozen on the steps from his spot on the couch. He turned away from the TV and called to his brother in concern. "Uh, Alvin? Anything wrong?"

Alvin shook his head. "Huh? What? Oh, nothing. Actually, now that I think about it. Everything's about to get a lot better!" With that cryptic message, Alvin went down the rest of the steps and ran out the door, grabbing his backpack on the way out.

He jogged the couple blocks to the Miller residence. Thankfully football season kept him in good shape. He relished the appreciative looks he got from the female population at school. Sophomore year was turning out to be a beautiful year. Friends, girls, and now all passing grades.

When Alvin reached the intended house, he rang the doorbell. He only had to wait a few seconds before the door opened. Pretty little Eleanor opened the door. She looked up at Alvin with an unsurprised, yet pleasant look.

"Hi, Alvin. Good to see you," Eleanor greeted.

"Hey, Eleanor. I'm here to see—"

"Don't worry, I'm already on it. Brittany!" Eleanor called inside the house.

"No, no! Actually, I'm not here to see Brittany." Alvin's smile turned into a sheepish grin when Eleanor gave him a rather surprised look.

"You're not?"

"What is it?" Brittany came flouncing down the stairs, looking as put together as ever. When she saw Alvin she smiled. "Well, look who it is. Hello, Alvin."

"Hey, Brittany."

"So what is it this time? What do you want?" Brittany asked.

Alvin opened his mouth to speak, but Eleanor spoke before him. "He's not here to see you. Sorry, Brittany. I assumed too quickly."

"What?" Brittany looked as stunned as Eleanor had. "Then what are you here for?"

"Actually, I was hoping to talk to Jeanette," Alvin admitted.

The two sisters stared at him then at each other. They exchanged a few nonverbal signs before Eleanor opened the door further to allow Alvin in. Weird. This was the first time he felt awkward in this house.

"She's upstairs in her room," Brittany informed him.

"Thanks." Alvin headed up the stairs. When he passed Brittany, he lightly tugged on her pony tail.

"Hey!"

The chipmunk only laughed as he headed the rest of the way towards the third chipette's room. He knocked when he reached the intended door. It was only a second before he heard "Come in!" from inside. When he did, he saw Jeanette seated at her desk much like Simon was when Alvin had stormed out. After shaking off the sense of deja vu, Alvin quietly approached. Since Jeanette's back was to the door, she did not know it was Alvin who just came in.

"Hi there!" he exclaimed from right behind her.

The second eldest chipette gave a small squeak of surprise and jolted enough to knock a few papers onto the floor. When Jeanette finally turned, she came face to face with a grinning Alvin.

"Oh. Alvin. H-Hi. How are you?" Jeanette asked while trying to steady her heartbeat.

"I'm as awesome as always," Alvin answered confidently. He watched for a moment as Jeanette got to the floor and started picking up her papers. Alvin retrieved a few himself before handing them to the slightly flustered girl.

"Thanks," Jeanette said, taking the papers.

"No problem," Alvin said.

They stood there a moment in silence, avoiding eye contact.

"I think Brittany is in her room," Jeanette said helpfully. She turned away from Alvin and placed her papers back on her desk.

"Yeah, I know," Alvin said. "I'm not here for her."

"No?" Jeanette got the same surprised look her sisters had.

Alvin rolled his eyes. Was it really so surprising he didn't want to talk to Brittany for once? "No. I'm here to see you actually."

"M-Me?" Jeanette's features went from surprised to concerned. "Wh-What...Why? What do you need?"

"I was hoping you could help me with something. School stuff. The biology test is coming up, and I kinda need tutoring. A study-buddy if you will."

"Oh," Jeanette said. Not surprising. She was smart, she knew that, but having Alvin come to her for help with things like this was new. "Why not Simon? Or Brittany? They are also in the class and just as helpful."

"Heh heh. Yeah. About that...Simon's still mad at me for earlier," Alvin admitted. "Really he shouldn't be. It was hilarious."

Jeanette looked at the ground shyly before saying, "But he was the one that had to deal with the consequences, Alvin."

"Hey, so did I! I was grounded for three days. No TV, friends, or anything fun. We both suffered." By Jeanette's skeptical look, Alvin sighed. The look in her eyes made him feel guilty for the first time since the incident. "Ok, yeah. You're right. I might have gone a little too far, but now I'm really feeling the backlash. I need to pass this test with at least a B or I'll have no prayer of passing biology."

Jeanette still didn't look convinced. "What about Brittany? You two usually are good at studying together."

"You'd think so," Alvin laughed, "but it's kind of hard to get studying done when she's so easy to tease." When Jeanette didn't laugh, Alvin sighed. He ran his hands through the fur on the top of his head. "Listen, I'm not the easiest guy to be around sometimes. I make things hard for others, but I'm not bad. And I really could use a helping hand. Please, Jeanette? I need a friend. I'll...I'll take you out for ice cream as payment or take you to the next party I'm invited to. Just help me out here. I'd really appreciate it. Please."

Alvin didn't have to try and look pathetic. He was pathetic in that moment. It was that pathetic look that melted Jeanette's skeptical heart and had her smile.

"Ok, Alvin. I'll tutor you," she agreed.

"Really?" Jeanette nodded. Alvin's relief was so overwhelming that he dropped his backpack, picked up Jeanette, and swung her around in a suffocating hug. "You're the best!" Alvin exclaimed. At Jeanette's helpless squeak, Alvin released the suffering chipette. "Heh...whoops?"

"It's alright," Jeanette reassured him after gaining back her breath. There was another pause of awkward before Jeanette pushed up her glasses and asked, "Um, did you bring anything to study with?"

Alvin took his backpack, unzipped it, and then proceeded to dump the entirety of its contents onto the floor. Jeanette stared at the mass of unorganized papers and books.

"This...may take some work," Jeanette said, more to herself then the lightly blushing chipmunk across from her.

Three hours. It took three hours for some semblance of sanity to come out of the insanity that was Alvin's organizational system and for the two to finally begin finding good starting points.

"I'm hungry," Alvin finally complained, falling back onto the floor. Glancing at the clock, the chipmunk noticed it was only fifteen minutes before supper would be served in the Seville household. "Let's break for food."

Jeanette picked up a stack of papers and tapped them on a book cover to make them straight. "That sounds nice. I agree." She did not stutter or waver when she answered. Three hours with the boisterous Alvin was enough to make Jeanette feel comfortable being around him alone again. It had been a while since it was just the two of them.

"What's on the menu for the Miller's tonight?" Alvin asked, glancing over at the shy chipette.

"Lasagna. Miss Miller makes that at least every two weeks."

"Sounds delicious," Alvin says. "Better than what Dave's got cookin' tonight. I saw the funny-looking vegetables in the fridge. Delicious my tail. He can't fool me."

Jeanette giggled. That caused Alvin to turn his attention to her. He smiled. She smiled back. He thought he was beginning to fear being incapable of making her laugh. She looked nice when she smiled. It opened her up.

"Sorry to hear that," Jeanette said. "Would...W-Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Yeah I would!" Alvin got to his feet. He gave a hand to Jeanette who took it and stood up. "Let's get going so we can go right back to studying."

"But...Alvin—we can't tonight."

Jeanette's words stop Alvin from opening the door. He turns back to her, confused. "What? Why not?"

"Today's Wednesday. And tonight, well...Simon usually stops by and we study together." Jeanette's blushing cheeks and shuffling feet make Alvin frown.

"Oh yeah. Crud." Alvin sauntered over, grabbed Jeanette's arm, and began leading her towards the door. "Well, no reason we can't have a good supper tonight! Can we study tomorrow night?"

"That would be fine," Jeanette said.

"Good! Then it's settled. Let's eat!"

After a quick call to Dave, Alvin was all set to eat with the Millers. Dinner was a pleasant event. There was plenty to talk about, and Miss Miller was more than happy to entertain her chipmunk guest. Alvin, always the charmer, had everyone laughing by the end of the meal. Eleanor and Brittany no longer looked at him funny thanks to their eavesdropping on his plea for Jeanette to tutor him. It made sense since Jeanette was sharp. Good, Alvin thought. He hated getting weird looks.

When dinner finished up, Alvin cleared his place and set the dishes in the sink. Jeanette was about to help with the dishes—it was her turn that night—but Miss Miller shooed her away.

"Go ahead and spend time with your friend," Miss Miller said, pushing the teen girl towards Alvin.

"Oh, he's not staying—" Jeanette began to say, but Alvin cut her off.

"Thanks Miss Miller!" Alvin said loudly, putting an arm around Jeanette and leading her towards the stairs. "I appreciate it."

"Anytime dear." Miss Miller waved to the two as they disappeared.

"But, Alvin—"

"Don't worry," Alvin said, heading towards Jeanette's room. "I'll leave as soon as Simon gets here. Until then, let's have some fun."

"F-Fun? Like what?" Jeanette looked nervous as she followed Alvin into her room. Truthfully, the eldest chipmunk made Jeanette nervous. She never knew what to expect.

Alvin noticed her unease. Has he really become that unpredictable? He didn't want Jeanette to be scared of him. So instead of suggesting they make paper airplanes and sending them around the house, he took a deck of cards he saw on one of Jeanette's many shelves. Books mostly took up that space, but a few nik naks were scattered around here and there.

"A game of cards?" Alvin said. He set himself down on the floor and waited for Jeanette to follow. She eventually did.

"What are we going to play?" she asked.

"I'm guessing you're not a poker player," Alvin said. Jeanette shook her head. Alvin smirked. "How's Go Fish sound?"

Jeanette smiled. "Lovely."

Three games later a knock on the door interrupted the two teens. Simon poked his head through the door.

"Jeanette? Hey. I—Alvin?" When Simon caught sight of his brother, the smile that was on his face immediately turned into a confused scowl. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, you told me to find some other sucker to help me study, and I did." He gulped when he thought about the implications of that phrase. "No offense, Jeanette. His words, not mine."

Jeanette shrugged. "No offense taken. This is not the first time I've been called a nerd."

"I didn't say—"

"No offense taken," Jeanette repeated. She gave him a small smile to show she felt no ill will towards him, even pushing past her reserved tendencies to pat him on the hand. "Honestly."

Alvin stared at her in concentration as she began picking up the cards. That was...the quickest he's ever been forgiven. No bad feelings after the apology, a true apology. Not the fake ones that Alvin and his brothers say to each other to please Dave until they cool down on their own and truly forgive, going back to their normal routine. Jeanette really just forgave him. No strings attached.

"Jeanette, can I talk to you a minute? In private?" Simon asked. Alvin then remembered his presence. He watched as Jeanette took Simon's offered hand then noticed the look on Jeanette's face. It was open again, like when Alvin had made her laugh earlier. Simon brought that out in her without even making her laugh, and she looked just as nice now as she did then.

"Sure, Simon. I'll be right back, Alvin," Jeanette said. She closed the door to her bedroom, leaving Alvin alone.

Alvin did what any person would do when another person wanted a private conversation—he eavesdropped. Quickly, he scrambled towards the door, stuck his ear to the door, and listened.

"—can't believe you're helping him out," Simon was saying. He didn't sound happy.

"He begged me. Really, it isn't so bad."

"Yeah, the same guy who made me smell like I just came from a garbage dump for three days."

"It wasn't so...ok, it was bad, but he needed my help. I wasn't about to turn him down when I was his only option."

Alvin heard Simon sigh. "You're too good-hearted. He deserves to fall on his face every now and then."

Jeanette giggled. Alvin imagined her open expression that came with her laughter. "Oh, I think karma will catch up to him some other way. P-Please don't feel that I went behind your back or anything. I didn't do this because I was insensitive to your pain. I only—"

"Wanted to help," Simon finished for her. Simon gave a half-humored laugh. "Yes, I know. I can't imagine you going behind anyone's back, Jeanette. At least not on purpose. As I said, you're too good-hearted."

"I-I'm glad you think so, Simon," Jeanette said quietly, so much so that Alvin almost missed it.

"I, ahem—I-I've always thought so."

Alvin felt like gagging at this exchange. He knew Jeanette was kind of a sap, but Simon too? Not to say he was shocked or anything. The shuffling of feet brought Alvin scrambling back to his place in the middle of the floor. He managed back into his casual demeanor when the door opened so they suspected nothing.

"Done with secret talk of the day?" Alvin asked. He didn't give either of them a chance to answer. He grabbed his backpack and began stuffing his things into it. Jeanette suddenly appeared by his side, placing her hand on his once more, stopping his moments with no force whatsoever.

"No, no. Not like that. Please don't ruin all our hard work," Jeanette pleaded. The way Alvin looked at her then had her moving away, flustered at her forwardness. "I-I-I mean, i-if you want to. I don't mean—I didn't want you to start on square one again. You had done so well this afternoon."

Alvin continued to stare. Maybe it was her encouragement, her quiet demeanor, or her innocent insistence—whatever it was, it made Alvin want to do as she says. He wanted to make her happy. Make her proud. This was vastly different than any of his other tutors. He never felt as much motivation to do well as he did with Jeanette all of the sudden.

"S-Sorry I intruded. Organize however you want." Jeanette felt uncomfortable at the silence, but she perked up when she saw Alvin carefully place each item in his bag by subject.

"It'll save us a lot of time when we start studying tomorrow," Alvin said to explain his odd behavior. "We are studying tomorrow, right?"

Jeanette nodded. "Yes."

"Right after school? I'll walk straight over here," Alvin said, suddenly needing to hear reassurance of meeting up with her again.

"Right after school is fine," Jeanette confirmed. "I'll see you then, Alvin."

"See you then," Alvin said. He got to his feet and headed for the door. He answered Simon's silent look of disapproval with a smirk and a clap on the shoulder. "Later bro. She's all yours, until tomorrow afternoon."

Alvin didn't see Simon's acidic stare or Jeanette's blush as he left.

Simon forced his eyes to stay on the page before him. The mathematics behind light fractions. Interesting as it was for the sharp chipmunk, something else was drawing his attention away from homework.

The movement out of the corner of Simon's eye made him glance toward the chipette to his right. Jeanette had finished skimming through the desired passage in her physics book and had grabbed a piece of paper and pencil to write down the desired information. The pleased look on her face from understanding the difficult material was what kept Simon's gaze on her. He didn't even realize he was staring until she looked over at him and smiled.

Simon blushed, nodded rather sporadically, and turned back to his book. Ok, no more, the blue-clad chipmunk told himself. The beautiful chipette became a bigger distraction as of late. Simon has caught himself observing her more and more often, sometimes without even consciously thinking about it.

"Simon."

"Yes?" Simon answered immediately to Jeanette's voice.

Jeanette moved closer towards the chipmunk. Simon was aware of each of her movements that brought her near. He caught a whiff of her scent as she leaned towards him. It wasn't until she put a paper in front of him that he took his attention away from her.

"Have you worked through this question yet? I can't seem to finish it off," Jeanette said.

"Oh. Not yet." No. Simon realized he was three problems behind Jeanette in their physics homework they were working through. When did he become so slow?

When did Jeanette become so fascinating? Simon's brain offered helpfully.

Never mind that. Now was his chance to catch up...and show off a little. Why not? He was smart. He may use it to impress the pretty girl beside him.

"I'd be happy to look through it, though," Simon said, taking the paper from her. "I'm sure we can figure this out."

This was why they studied together every Wednesday. Although Jeanette was a "whizz" as her sisters called her, she was not at the level in the sciences that Simon was. Likewise, Simon did not have the passion and understanding of literature that Jeanette thrived with, though he did not suffer with grades by any means. They balanced one another.

Simon and Jeanette worked through the problem in half the time most other students would. Jeanette thanked Simon then went back to her work. Simon went back to his...until Jeanette brushed a stray bit of hair out of her face, and Simon's eyes were riveted once more.

It is not a well-kept secret that Simon liked Jeanette. His brothers often called him out on it, sometimes so dangerously close to Jeanette that the second eldest chipmunk feared her hearing their taunting. Simon was the most reserved in his relationship with his counterpart. Theodore was always open with Eleanor. Alvin and Brittany fought and flirted enough to make anyone's head spin. Him and Jeanette? They quietly enjoyed one another's company, sticking by one another. Truth be told, Simon adored her. He always admired her, but that has grown since they hit high school. She was beautiful, caring, loyal, trusting, smart...his admiration of her equaled that of his admiration for knowledge.

But he couldn't tell her that. Not yet. He hadn't even asked her out. Confessing his feelings would be skipping a few steps. However, in order to get to that step, he would need to ask her out. Yet Simon likes the delicate balance they had going. It was nice. Serene. Pleasant. Jeanette was one of the few people that could make him calm.

Maybe that's why the thought of Alvin monopolizing her time annoyed him. It certainly couldn't be because he was jealous. Seriously, her and Alvin? That's a laugh. Still, Alvin had a way of working his way into anyone's heart. He had charm. Not to mention he was only hanging out with her because she was willing to help him study, and he knows that Jeanette is important to him. Two blows against Simon are two victories for Alvin. Alvin played hard-ball.

A knock on the door brought Simon out of his thoughts. Miss Miller entered the room, two bowls in hand.

"Hello, children!" she practically sang in her boisterous voice. "I thought you two darlings could use a snack break. Always studying." Miss Miller clucked and shook her head. "Ice cream can fix that. Enjoy it and talk about something other than the next test."

"Thanks!" Jeanette chimed, taking her bowl.

"Thank you, Miss Miller." Simon gave his thanks while accepting his bowl. Yum, vanilla with chocolate syrup.

After the mother figure left (with the door still open halfway because of Miss Miller's rules that any male company should be entertained within easy view of other family members), Simon and Jeanette set aside their homework to instead work on eating their treat.

"That was nice of her," Simon said.

"That's Miss Miller," Jeanette said. "She's something wonderful."

"I concur," Simon agreed.

They continued eating while discussing subjects other than school. The newest topic was that of the new addition to the prehistoric era exhibit in the local museum.

"I can't wait to see it," Jeanette said. She began stirring her ice cream, smoothing it down to a fine mixture—looking similar to a milkshake.

"It will no doubt prove to be an enlightening and interesting experience," Simon said. He took a bite of his treat.

"I'm just sad I can't see it on its opening day. The newness of it would emphasize its brilliance."

"Why can't you see it?" Simon asked.

Jeanette shrugged. "I was unable to get someone to take my shift at the library. I'll just go the next weekend."

"Two weeks from now." Simon mulled over the thought. Him, Jeanette, and a museum. Maybe he should offer to accompany her. Not a date technically. They have gone to events like this before as friends. However, this time Simon could treat it like a pre-date. That would certainly help him to sort through a few of these odd feelings he cannot shake...not that he really wants to shake them. They are both torturous and pleasant.

Before Simon could speak, though, Jeanette addressed him. "You'll have to let me know how it is opening day. Spare no details."

"Oh. A-Alright. I'll do that." Simon contemplated whether or not to ask now, but asking to see the museum again with her would most certainly point out his feelings towards her. He didn't want that yet...right? Boy, this was difficult. He was making it difficult. Jeanette wasn't a math problem. She was a person. He needed to stop trying to solve each issue. The opportunity to ask her out would come eventually.

Jeanette took another bite of her ice cream. Simon watched without consciously realizing he was staring. It wasn't until she asked him a question again that he was brought back down to earth.

"Pardon?" Simon asked, slightly embarrassed to be caught out-of-mind once more.

"I asked if you wanted to see the brochure," Jeanette repeated. The chipette got up from the floor and walked towards her desk. After a bit of searching, she found it under a small stack of books. "Here it is! I want to show you what it said about—eek!"

Jeanette had been so absorbed in the brochure that she forgot about watching where her feet went. The floor was scattered with books and papers. One physics book was all it took to unbalance her.

The light squeal of the chipette had Simon on his feet, arms out. He managed to save Jeanette, but not without consequences to them both. Jeanette's ice cream bowl hit both her and Simon. Half her ice cream was down Simon's shirt and the other have was on Jeanette's face.

Jeanette quickly regained her footing. She touched her now creamy face and then turned her horrified gaze to Simon's shirt. The pale color contrasted greatly against the deep blue.

"O-Oh, Simon. I-I-I'm so sorry. I d-didn't meant to—here, I'll get a rag. Or we could wash it if that doesn't work...I'm very sorry, Simon," Jeanette said as she frantically moved. She set down her ice cream and headed for the door. However, she was abruptly stopped. Simon had yet to let go of her arms. Jeanette looked at him, puzzled.

Simon smiled at her to assure the flustered girl that everything was alright. Also, he didn't want her to leave just yet...she was cute when she was frazzled. "It's fine, Jeanette. No real harm done. Just a little detergent and vinegar, and it will be out in a snap."

"A-Are you sure? I can get Miss Miller to—"

"It really is fine, Jeanette," Simon assured again. That's when he realized the hold he had on her arm had slid down to her hand. He quickly pulled away before she noticed. "B-Besides, you're the one who looks like they could use a wash."

Jeanette went from concern to relief rather quickly. She brought a hand up to her face and touched the sticky substance that trailed down her cheek. She laughed lightly at her predicament. Simon chuckled with her. That turned into a decent amount of laughter. That laughter turned into full-blown hilarity when Jeanette took a bit of the ice cream on her face and put it on Simon's nose.

When the laughter began to die down, Simon looked over at Jeanette once more. Her amused expression, her shining eyes, her endearing personality all shone through as the chipmunk watched her.

It was in that moment that Simon was certain he would ask her out. Not tonight—not covered in ice cream. But he would. He most definitely would. With that decision came a sense of certainty and exhilaration that he only ever felt when on stage performing.

Later that evening, Simon returned with a complete turn-around in attitude from earlier that day. Both Alvin and Theodore knew immediately what it was. Spending time with Jeanette always perked up the second oldest chipmunk. He has never directly spoke of his feelings for his counterpart, but it has been obvious since their first meeting.

Alvin rolled his eyes when he heard his brother's slight humming (and smelled the out-of-place smell of chocolate ice cream) as he walked by where Alvin and Theodore were chilling on the couch. Could his brother be any more transparent? Of course, Simon would say the same for him. Alvin and Brittany continued their flirtatious, fitful sort-of relationship, but sometimes it really made Alvin tired. Again, that's part of the reason he asked for Jeanette's help instead of his counterpart's.

And Theodore...Theodore and Eleanor were adorable together. They never formally dated, but they were basically together nonetheless. No one ever bother the youngest siblings about it since they were always sweet with one another and sweet with their siblings. No ill will whatsoever. However, when it came to Simon and Alvin, they would poke and prod one another verbally about each other's somewhat relationships.

Tonight, however, Alvin didn't feel like it. He felt like he should brood, so he did.