Chapter 3: Life's a Party!
TWENTY MINUTES LATER!
As Simon drove along to his destination, he took pride in knowing that he has had his license for three months now. And so far the only one that passed for it out the three Seville siblings. Alvin still couldn't believe that he failed, as Simon thought about it, it made him realize even more of why he would be jealous of him. Simon kept driving down the street with a frown on his face. He hoped that this would be just a phase and that Alvin won't be mad at him forever.
Simon smiled once again as he started thinking about Theodore. His little brother decided not to get his license just yet. He wanted to wait until after graduation to try for it. Thinking about his sweet little brother always would remind him of childhood. 'It's good to know that some of us hadn't changed,' Simon thought.
Simon pulled up to a house full of parting teens. He turned off the engine and sat there for a bit. While absently watching the dancing silhouettes in the window, he knew exactly what kind of party this was. Even if he were still a drinker, Simon doubted that he'd go to this party. It didn't matter if he had been invited or not, his studies had to come first. Simon took a deep breath and got out of the car, he walked up to the door of the house and was about to knock. Just then two teens flung the door wide open and ran out, laughing, into the yard leaving a clear entrance for anyone to walk in. Simon shrugged and walked in the house. He got half way to the living room when three girls from one of his classes confronted him.
"Hay, Simon! You made it!" One of the girls shouted.
"Do you want to have a beer with us?" The one that stood in the middle asked as she started handing him a bottle.
"Ah, no thanks! I'm driving!" Simon replied waving his hand in front of them. The fact Simon has been dry from alcohol for almost a year and two months put a smile on his face.
"That's cool!" The third one said.
"You wouldn't have seen my brother anywhere by any chance, have you?" He asked them.
"Sure! He's somewhere in the kitchen.I think? Anyway, we gotta go, see ya!" The girl in the middle replied. And the three of them walked over to another group of teens that had just came in to join the party.
Simon walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and saw his brother; Alvin was drinking beer and talking to some of his friends on the football team. Just by looking at him, Simon could tell that he had gotten really drunk. He shook his head and smiled. 'Boy, is he going to have a nasty headache in the morning' he thought to himself.
"Alvin?" Simon called out trying to get his brother's attention. "Oh, Alvin?"
Slowly Alvin turned his head and glared. "What do *you* want?"
"Come on! Time to go home!" Simon said as he tried to take his brothers arm.
"Get away from me!!" Alvin spat. He immediately pulled back his arm before Simon could fully grasp it. Nearly falling back, Alvin then took two steps away from his brother. "You think you're so great! Don't you?"
"Alvin, what are you talking about?" Simon said even though he knew exactly what he meant.
"I'm talking about you showing off to the whhooollle world!! You and your precious songs.and your precious book.and your precious experiences from 'Founder's Island!!" Alvin slurred his speech while shaking the bottle of beer in Simon's face and accidentally spilling a few drops on his new navy blue jacket.
The drama that Alvin is now performing has now drawn up an audience in the kitchen. Trying to avoid a big scene in front of their classmates, Simon attempted to stay calm. He starts to wipe the beer off his jacket with a dish cloth he picked up from the counter. "Alvin, do you suppose we could talk about this later?" He whispered harshly to Alvin.
"No way! I want the whole world to know how I feel about your newfound popularity! And guess what! I'm going to follow in your footsteps!" He shouted then snickered to himself. "Oh yea, look at me! I can get drunk too! I'm going to be famous for being a party animal, then write a book about it!"
"Alvin, stop it! You're making an ass of yourself!" Simon snapped back as he threw the cloth back on the counter. He then thought back to when they were kids and how Alvin's stupidity would constantly get him into all kinds of trouble. He then gave his brother a crooked smile. "But then again, it's not like you're a stranger to absolute and total humiliation!" Simon kicked himself mentally for saying that, but he just couldn't resist.
Alvin noticed that all of his friends laughing at Simon's remark from the corner of his eye then turned to glare at his brother once more. "Ha, ha, ha! Veeerrrry funny! My brother, the comedian!"
"Alvin please, lets just go!" Simon sighed rolling his eyes upward.
"Oh sure! Now that your sober again you have gone back to your old boring, kill all the fun out of the party, self!"
Simon closed his eyes and counted to ten before looking up at his drunken brother again. He took a deep breathe before speaking. "Ok then. If you want to stay here and come home whenever you feel like it, that's fine. But don't expect me to bail you out when Dave realizes that you are drunk!" After that, Simon slowly turns around to head back outside.
It took only a moment for Alvin to realize what Simon meant by that. He instantly remembered what it was like for Simon that one night he went to Tom's and came back drunk around 2:30 in the morning. He then placed his unfinished bottle of beer on the counter and ran after Simon. "Hay, wait up Simon!"
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TEN MINUTES LATER!
Both boys were quiet while they were driving home. Simon looked over and saw Alvin looking out his passenger side window. He is sitting in a slouching position with his right elbow leaning against the door. His arm is bent and has hand up in a fist that is resting under his chin. Simon figures that Alvin is still pretty upset because of everything that was happening with the Chipmunks fame. It is obvious that they needed to talk, and now seems a good of a time as any to try to get Alvin to understand.
"Alvin, I'm sorry that you are upset that I have been receiving most of the publicity from the media. That just is something that neither of us can control. Just like the time I had been kidnapped." Simon paused to take a breath in order for him to remain calm. "Those five years being on the Island and the first year being home for me had been like being in a nightmare. I'm still getting use to being home and coping with the loss of my friends. If only you knew how I felt all those years, the pain and the suffering, then maybe you won't be so jealous!"
"Jealous? You think I'm jealous?" Alvin laughed. "You have no idea what it was like for me those years when you were gone! Do you? I was devastated and lost all hope of ever seeing you again! I just didn't feel like doing anything anymore. I felt my life was ruined and it was no ones fault, but mine! As usual!"
Simon was looking at his drunken brother from the corner of his eye as he poured his heart out. He didn't want to interrupt; he figured that Alvin needed to say what he needed to say.
"And when you finally came back home to us, I thought everything would be back to the way it was. You'd be the genius to get the good grades, Theodore continue snacking and being his adorable self, and me.I would be the selfish, reckless one that would get us in all sorts of trouble!" Alvin started to cry. He started to remember what Tom told him at the park. "I'm such a rotten brother!"
"Why would you say that, Alvin?" Simon said with a hint of emotion, as he made a left hand turn down a street. He thought to himself and knew that if they were kids again, Simon would be thrilled to hear those words.
"Because.Tom had been right about me and I didn't want to admit it." Alvin said. "He told me that I used you and never cared about what you thought or wanted."
Simon felt as if he would break out in tears when he heard his friend's name, but still kept it calm. "What does that have to do with the present?" He said.
"Oh, come on Simon! You know as much as I do that we would fight almost all the time when we were kids. And sometimes Theodore would usually be caught in the middle of it. When you were taken from us I didn't feel like doing anything, because you were not going to be there to bail me out if I got into trouble. I depended on your wisdom and smarts to help me out of a jam. I was hoping that everything would go back to the way it was, but you changed.and it scared me. You didn't appear like my brother anymore, more like a stranger."
Simon's thoughts drifted back to the moments when he came home and the type of person he had become. The tears started to swell in his eyes as the emotion of all of this was starting to get to him. He swallowed a large lump that had formed in his throat before he spoke. "Is that why you are mad at me?"
Alvin pause for a bit, then realized he again was acting like a brat and it was really affecting Simon. "No! It's just me.acting like a selfish moron, as usual! I never expected that when we would go back to performing that you would win the spotlight. The Teen Magazines have declared you the 'cool' one now, and.that use to be my title. I feel so bad, it has been really eating me up inside this past year."
"You have no idea the type of person any of us can be until you are dragged away from your family and your life." Simon sniffed as he tried to control his emotions so he could drive with clear vision. "I started becoming a rebel toward everything I use to believe in. Without realizing it I brought that rebellious side back with me from that hellhole of an Island! Honestly, I have no excuse for the behaviour I had while being at home again. I really want to thank you for the love and support you have shown me and helping to remind me what it's like to be with the family again. And I really want to make it up to you any way I can!"
"Simon?" Alvin whispered.
"Yes, Alvin?" Simon said as he stopped at a Stop Sign and looked at his brother.
"I don't feel so good!"
Simon immediately noticed that his brother starting to look really pail. He knew what was going to happen next.
"Ah geez! Not in the car, Dave will kill us!"
Simon quickly made a right hand turn and pulled over to the side of the street. Then he reached over to the passenger side in order to help Alvin out of the car. Alvin took about two steps out of the door and with one hand leaning against the car; he bent over and spewed out the contents of alcohol from his stomach.
It was like a flash back for Simon. He started to remember the first time he'd gotten drunk with his friends and how he'd must of looked when he gotten sick in the bush. Simon began to slowly shake his head at himself from way back then, and at Alvin now.
As soon as Alvin felt he was done he staggered his way back into the car. "Feeling better?" Simon asked with a little smirk.
"Nuh huh!" Alvin managed to say while he slowly shook his head in a 'no' manner. When he sat back down in the passenger side of the car he leaned the seat back as far as it will go and prayed for death.
"If you think this is fun now, wait till you wake up in the morning!"
Alvin let out a groan as Simon pulled out onto the road and headed for home.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER!
As Simon drove along to his destination, he took pride in knowing that he has had his license for three months now. And so far the only one that passed for it out the three Seville siblings. Alvin still couldn't believe that he failed, as Simon thought about it, it made him realize even more of why he would be jealous of him. Simon kept driving down the street with a frown on his face. He hoped that this would be just a phase and that Alvin won't be mad at him forever.
Simon smiled once again as he started thinking about Theodore. His little brother decided not to get his license just yet. He wanted to wait until after graduation to try for it. Thinking about his sweet little brother always would remind him of childhood. 'It's good to know that some of us hadn't changed,' Simon thought.
Simon pulled up to a house full of parting teens. He turned off the engine and sat there for a bit. While absently watching the dancing silhouettes in the window, he knew exactly what kind of party this was. Even if he were still a drinker, Simon doubted that he'd go to this party. It didn't matter if he had been invited or not, his studies had to come first. Simon took a deep breath and got out of the car, he walked up to the door of the house and was about to knock. Just then two teens flung the door wide open and ran out, laughing, into the yard leaving a clear entrance for anyone to walk in. Simon shrugged and walked in the house. He got half way to the living room when three girls from one of his classes confronted him.
"Hay, Simon! You made it!" One of the girls shouted.
"Do you want to have a beer with us?" The one that stood in the middle asked as she started handing him a bottle.
"Ah, no thanks! I'm driving!" Simon replied waving his hand in front of them. The fact Simon has been dry from alcohol for almost a year and two months put a smile on his face.
"That's cool!" The third one said.
"You wouldn't have seen my brother anywhere by any chance, have you?" He asked them.
"Sure! He's somewhere in the kitchen.I think? Anyway, we gotta go, see ya!" The girl in the middle replied. And the three of them walked over to another group of teens that had just came in to join the party.
Simon walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and saw his brother; Alvin was drinking beer and talking to some of his friends on the football team. Just by looking at him, Simon could tell that he had gotten really drunk. He shook his head and smiled. 'Boy, is he going to have a nasty headache in the morning' he thought to himself.
"Alvin?" Simon called out trying to get his brother's attention. "Oh, Alvin?"
Slowly Alvin turned his head and glared. "What do *you* want?"
"Come on! Time to go home!" Simon said as he tried to take his brothers arm.
"Get away from me!!" Alvin spat. He immediately pulled back his arm before Simon could fully grasp it. Nearly falling back, Alvin then took two steps away from his brother. "You think you're so great! Don't you?"
"Alvin, what are you talking about?" Simon said even though he knew exactly what he meant.
"I'm talking about you showing off to the whhooollle world!! You and your precious songs.and your precious book.and your precious experiences from 'Founder's Island!!" Alvin slurred his speech while shaking the bottle of beer in Simon's face and accidentally spilling a few drops on his new navy blue jacket.
The drama that Alvin is now performing has now drawn up an audience in the kitchen. Trying to avoid a big scene in front of their classmates, Simon attempted to stay calm. He starts to wipe the beer off his jacket with a dish cloth he picked up from the counter. "Alvin, do you suppose we could talk about this later?" He whispered harshly to Alvin.
"No way! I want the whole world to know how I feel about your newfound popularity! And guess what! I'm going to follow in your footsteps!" He shouted then snickered to himself. "Oh yea, look at me! I can get drunk too! I'm going to be famous for being a party animal, then write a book about it!"
"Alvin, stop it! You're making an ass of yourself!" Simon snapped back as he threw the cloth back on the counter. He then thought back to when they were kids and how Alvin's stupidity would constantly get him into all kinds of trouble. He then gave his brother a crooked smile. "But then again, it's not like you're a stranger to absolute and total humiliation!" Simon kicked himself mentally for saying that, but he just couldn't resist.
Alvin noticed that all of his friends laughing at Simon's remark from the corner of his eye then turned to glare at his brother once more. "Ha, ha, ha! Veeerrrry funny! My brother, the comedian!"
"Alvin please, lets just go!" Simon sighed rolling his eyes upward.
"Oh sure! Now that your sober again you have gone back to your old boring, kill all the fun out of the party, self!"
Simon closed his eyes and counted to ten before looking up at his drunken brother again. He took a deep breathe before speaking. "Ok then. If you want to stay here and come home whenever you feel like it, that's fine. But don't expect me to bail you out when Dave realizes that you are drunk!" After that, Simon slowly turns around to head back outside.
It took only a moment for Alvin to realize what Simon meant by that. He instantly remembered what it was like for Simon that one night he went to Tom's and came back drunk around 2:30 in the morning. He then placed his unfinished bottle of beer on the counter and ran after Simon. "Hay, wait up Simon!"
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TEN MINUTES LATER!
Both boys were quiet while they were driving home. Simon looked over and saw Alvin looking out his passenger side window. He is sitting in a slouching position with his right elbow leaning against the door. His arm is bent and has hand up in a fist that is resting under his chin. Simon figures that Alvin is still pretty upset because of everything that was happening with the Chipmunks fame. It is obvious that they needed to talk, and now seems a good of a time as any to try to get Alvin to understand.
"Alvin, I'm sorry that you are upset that I have been receiving most of the publicity from the media. That just is something that neither of us can control. Just like the time I had been kidnapped." Simon paused to take a breath in order for him to remain calm. "Those five years being on the Island and the first year being home for me had been like being in a nightmare. I'm still getting use to being home and coping with the loss of my friends. If only you knew how I felt all those years, the pain and the suffering, then maybe you won't be so jealous!"
"Jealous? You think I'm jealous?" Alvin laughed. "You have no idea what it was like for me those years when you were gone! Do you? I was devastated and lost all hope of ever seeing you again! I just didn't feel like doing anything anymore. I felt my life was ruined and it was no ones fault, but mine! As usual!"
Simon was looking at his drunken brother from the corner of his eye as he poured his heart out. He didn't want to interrupt; he figured that Alvin needed to say what he needed to say.
"And when you finally came back home to us, I thought everything would be back to the way it was. You'd be the genius to get the good grades, Theodore continue snacking and being his adorable self, and me.I would be the selfish, reckless one that would get us in all sorts of trouble!" Alvin started to cry. He started to remember what Tom told him at the park. "I'm such a rotten brother!"
"Why would you say that, Alvin?" Simon said with a hint of emotion, as he made a left hand turn down a street. He thought to himself and knew that if they were kids again, Simon would be thrilled to hear those words.
"Because.Tom had been right about me and I didn't want to admit it." Alvin said. "He told me that I used you and never cared about what you thought or wanted."
Simon felt as if he would break out in tears when he heard his friend's name, but still kept it calm. "What does that have to do with the present?" He said.
"Oh, come on Simon! You know as much as I do that we would fight almost all the time when we were kids. And sometimes Theodore would usually be caught in the middle of it. When you were taken from us I didn't feel like doing anything, because you were not going to be there to bail me out if I got into trouble. I depended on your wisdom and smarts to help me out of a jam. I was hoping that everything would go back to the way it was, but you changed.and it scared me. You didn't appear like my brother anymore, more like a stranger."
Simon's thoughts drifted back to the moments when he came home and the type of person he had become. The tears started to swell in his eyes as the emotion of all of this was starting to get to him. He swallowed a large lump that had formed in his throat before he spoke. "Is that why you are mad at me?"
Alvin pause for a bit, then realized he again was acting like a brat and it was really affecting Simon. "No! It's just me.acting like a selfish moron, as usual! I never expected that when we would go back to performing that you would win the spotlight. The Teen Magazines have declared you the 'cool' one now, and.that use to be my title. I feel so bad, it has been really eating me up inside this past year."
"You have no idea the type of person any of us can be until you are dragged away from your family and your life." Simon sniffed as he tried to control his emotions so he could drive with clear vision. "I started becoming a rebel toward everything I use to believe in. Without realizing it I brought that rebellious side back with me from that hellhole of an Island! Honestly, I have no excuse for the behaviour I had while being at home again. I really want to thank you for the love and support you have shown me and helping to remind me what it's like to be with the family again. And I really want to make it up to you any way I can!"
"Simon?" Alvin whispered.
"Yes, Alvin?" Simon said as he stopped at a Stop Sign and looked at his brother.
"I don't feel so good!"
Simon immediately noticed that his brother starting to look really pail. He knew what was going to happen next.
"Ah geez! Not in the car, Dave will kill us!"
Simon quickly made a right hand turn and pulled over to the side of the street. Then he reached over to the passenger side in order to help Alvin out of the car. Alvin took about two steps out of the door and with one hand leaning against the car; he bent over and spewed out the contents of alcohol from his stomach.
It was like a flash back for Simon. He started to remember the first time he'd gotten drunk with his friends and how he'd must of looked when he gotten sick in the bush. Simon began to slowly shake his head at himself from way back then, and at Alvin now.
As soon as Alvin felt he was done he staggered his way back into the car. "Feeling better?" Simon asked with a little smirk.
"Nuh huh!" Alvin managed to say while he slowly shook his head in a 'no' manner. When he sat back down in the passenger side of the car he leaned the seat back as far as it will go and prayed for death.
"If you think this is fun now, wait till you wake up in the morning!"
Alvin let out a groan as Simon pulled out onto the road and headed for home.