Chapter 5
Mistakes
Early next morning Alvin woke up. Opening his eyes he saw Jeanette sleeping as he sat up "Fuck, what am I gonna tell Jeanette" he reached over for his phone and texted Brittany. "You up yet?" Simon opened his eyes hearing the sound of Brittanys phone going off. "Who's texting Brit right now" Simon thought as he rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses. He reached over and leaned to grab her phone. As he was about to reach it Brittany made a sudden movement. "Wait Simon what are you doing? Why do I wanna check her phone? It's invasion of privacy dumb ass." he was really curious on who was texting Brittany. "Is my jealousy really getting to me? Or is it guilt?" He shook his head and went to lie back down on his pillow. "Jennette..."
No response came from Brittany, so Alvin decided to get up and shower to clear his head. Jeanette woke up to the sound of the shower running. Slowly yawning and rubbing her eyes she reached for her glasses. She leaned back on her pillow hitting something with her head. "Oww" she rubbed her head "Ugh Alvin" she looked over to see what it was. It was his phone. "That's strange why is he showering it's eight in the morning" she grabbed it and accidently opened his phone. "You up yet? BRITTANY? Why is he texting Brittany this early?" Jeanette suddenly got a bad feeling in her gut as her mind question why is he texting her sister so early. She shook her head and headed to the kitchen.
Alvin finished his shower and headed to his room and find it empty. "Jean? Babe? Where are you?" He called out. "In the kitchen Alvin" He headed to where he heard her voice and saw her. He smiled. "Hey babe good morning" he leaned in to kiss her and she pulled back. "What's wrong Jean?" She looked up at his eyes. "Why are you up so early?" "I don't know I just woke up a little while ago" she continued staring at him. "Why is she pissed?" "It's eight in the morning you're never awake this early" he raised an eyebrow. "I just woke up a while my body felt like waking up. What's wrong Jeanette?" they both stared at each other. Jeanette sighed and crossed her arms. "What?" Alvin said. "Why are you texting Brittany at this hour?" "What are you talking about?" Alvin gave her a nervous look. "Don't act dumb, Seville." she looked more serious now. "I was just wondering if she was awake that's all" she raised her eyebrow, not believing a word he said. "What? I told her yesterday I was going to text her today." "So is that why you're up so early? To text my sister? Right." she rolled her eyes at him. "Jeanette you're acting hella strange." "OH! I'M the one acting strange!" "Yes you are Jean." "Whatever, Alvin." Alvin got closer to her and tried to hug and kiss her "Babe..." She pushed him away roughly. "What's your problem Jeanette?!"
"Just... Ugh, nothing." she stomped back in her room and slammed the door closed. Alvin stood there confused on what happened. Jeanette opened the door and yelled "OH, BY THE WAY, NEXT TIME BE MORE CAREFUL WHERE YOU LEAVE YOUR PHONE!" and slammed the door shut again, locking it. "Aww, shit." Alvin figured out why she was upset. Alvin went up to the room's door and tried to open it. "Jean, babe. Open the door." "Go away, Alvin" "Why are you so upset?" she glared at the door. "You know why." "No, i don't. Open the door." "NO!" she yelled back. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, JEANETTE!" she gasped and looked at the door. "DON'T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, ASSHOLE!" she got up and unlocked the door, letting him in even though she was pissed at him. "You idiot, why are you texting my sister in the morning?" "Why are you mad over that, and how do you know?" She scoffed. "Because she's my sister, and you left your phone on my pillow." "AND?" "Alvin, she's your ex, what do you mean "and?" "Jeanette, you're acting crazy." "Oh, now I'm acting crazy. Okay, Alvin!" "You are, you're making this a big fucking deal babe." she sighed "Look, I don't want to argue." "Well, you started it." "Shut up, Alvin!" "No, what the fuck... He shook his head in anger and frustration. "You know what? Fuck this, I don't know what's gotten into you today, but i'm leaving the house for awhile." "Alvin, where are you going?" Alvin left the room and grabbed his keys "Don't worry about it!" he yelled as he walked out, slamming the door behind him. She stared out the window and began to cry "I'm sorry, Alvin. Please, come back… I'm so sorry..." she slowly sat down on the sofa, taking off her glasses and cried softly.
Back at Simon's house, Simon was back in his lab just reminiscing and looking at his potion he drank the day before. "Why am I feeling this way for Jeanette..." he had a sudden urge to see her. He opened a drawer and pulled out an album Jeanette had made for them. He slapped the dust that was covered around the book. He was smiling and remembering each event in the photos. Meanwhile, Brittany woke up and checked her phone. "Alvin?" Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly opened the message and replied back. She looked and saw that Simon wasn't in bed with her. "Hmm?" She got up and walked to his lab and saw him looking at a book. Simon closed the book and opened his drawer setting it down when he felt someone staring at him and he looked over. "B-Brittany why d-didnt you knock?" He said as he got nervous and clumsy. "The door was open." she replied. "I-i-it was? I didn't e-e-even notice." he tried to hide the photo album but it fell and some pictures fell on the ground sliding to Brittany's feet. "Oh, damnit." thought Simon. Seconds felt like hours. Brittany reached over and grabbed the picture. "Care to explain these photos, Seville?" Shit. Last name… he thought. "Well? I'm waiting." Brittany said, tapping her foot in impatience and slow, steady burning anger. "T-those are just some old photos Jeanette and i took years ago swee… Sweetheart." he stammered out. "Here's what i think of your little album, you fucking asshole." She ripped the photo she held in half. "No!" he screamed. She grabbed the rest and with hysterical strength, she screamed and ripped the whole book in half. Simon was pissed. "You bitch!" he said as he slapped her. But he didn't realize what he had done until it was too late. That sent her over the edge. "SIMON SEVILLE! HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU?! MY SISTER! YOUR EX!" She was sobbing uncontrollably, so much so that whatever he tried to say, she cut him off. "Brittany, it's not what you-" "WHAT, IT'S NOT WHAT I THINK IT IS?! HUH?! IT'S EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING THINK!" Unexpectedly, she went from screaming at the top of her lungs to a barely audible whisper "But, then again... You never really put any thought into what i think..." her hand balled into a fist, and she punched him square in the jaw. The rest of his notes and experiments crashed to the floor as he fell, including his personality potion. His glasses were bent horribly out of shape. "Goddamnit… Ugh." he mumbled as he struggled to pick himself up, his mouth bled and he could've sworn she chipped or broken a tooth. He heard the door slam and tires skid out of the driveway, broken taillight and all. Two thousand one hundred and fifty pounds of metal and anger roared out into the street.
Alvin arrived at a bar, looking to drink away his troubles. "Hey, barkeep. Keep 'em comin'." Due to his strength and stamina, he was able to drink and not get too drunk. The bartender sighed as he handed him another glass. "Ya better slow down there, bud. Don't want a big burly dude like you starting shit in here." he said. "Ah, don't worry about me. Nobody will, a-anyway." he replied as he hiccuped. "I worry about you, Seville." a voice replied, the figure sat next to him. It was blurry, but he could vaguely make out the voice. His vision returned, and Brittany was there. Her knuckle was bruised and her cheeks puffy, as though she was crying. She had a hellish migraine headache. "Martini, please." she said, holding her head with her good hand. "Hey, miss. Watch him, will ya?" he asked as he handed her her drink. "Yeah, i will. Thanks." she said, taking the drink. Alvin laughed numbly, simply saying "Phone." "Photo album." she replied. "You didn't have to punch him, Brit." he said, rubbing her sore knuckle with the ice from her empty glass. She twitched at the feeling of it. "Emotion overcame me. Besides, he slapped me for ripping up the album, calling me a bitch." she said. "That's not like him. Hah, bet he's missing a few teeth, haha." he said. "I don't doubt it." she replied, giggling. "Since you're not hammered, you're driving." he waggled his keys in front of her. She chuckled. "Bastard." "Uh-huh, Dave raised the best one out of the three of us." he said, taking another shot while she took the keys as they left in a drunken and buzzed daze, paying for their drinks.
The doorbell rang at Simon's house. He groggily went to answer it. "Brittany i- Jeanette?" he said, surprised she was here. "H-hi, Simon. What happened to you?" she asked. He held the torn remnants of their treasured photo album. "Brittany found out about this, and, well… The results." he said, pointing to his face, mouth still bloody. "Oh, dear. Let's get you cleaned up. Come on, up we go." she helped him upstairs to the bathroom to wash off the blood. She put a band-aid on his mouth. "There, all better." she said, smiling. She eased him into bed. "If you want, i can stay." she offered. "I'd like that." he said. "Ok." She grabbed some blankets and pillows. "Where're you going?" he asked. "To the couch." he shook his head, and patted the space next to him. They stared into each other's eyes. And slowly kissed rubbing each other's backs taking off their clothes. "I love you" Simon groaned to her. "Simon, I love you too." moaning as their kiss session got more intense naked and kissing each other's necks. "I need you now Simon." "I've needed you ever since you left, Jeanette." She blushed and giggled. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled at each other. Soon after they held each other as they fell asleep, the taped up album at their side.
Alvin and Brittany went to a hotel, no way they'd go home, being pissed at their counterparts and all. Alvin staggered unsteadily to the bed before falling. "Shit." he said, laughing. Brittany laughed with him. "Get up, asshole." she helped him up. "You're the asshole." he replied. They flopped on the bed, the booze affected them. Alvin leaned over and kissed her. "Stop it Alvin." she giggled. Alvin laughed and continued to kiss her. Soon Alvin started kissing her neck. "Brittany..." Alvin and Brittany recovered and were now fully sober. She ripped off Alvin's shirt and looked at him. "Clothes off now, Seville." she ordered, giggling while looking at his pants. "Yes, Miller. As you wish." he said, chuckling. They were fully naked, kissing and getting passionate. "I love you Brittany" "I love you too, Alvin." then they were asleep. Hands clasped together.