Alvin walked along Britney's side on the beach, nodding and occasionally looking up to meet her gaze.
"Alvin I've missed you, it's been lonely here without you."
Alvin smiled and looked up to her, was it getting warmer?
"I've missed you too, but I'm not going anywhere this time. I'm staying."
She crawled onto the tips of her toes, a sly grin on her face,
"I'm glad," She said, leaning in. Alvin couldn't believe what was happening, was this what he thought it was. It didn't matter, just go with it. Their faces were mere centimeters away, just…a little bit…closer and then-
A group of tiki dancers made their way out to the beach, interrupting Alvin and Britney. Alvin was so annoyed, but he kept his cool, smiling at the tiki dancers as they sang and spat fire. It was very impressive.
A man stepped out onto the beach with a flaming sword which he swallowed, Britney winced and accidentally bumped into Alvin's side, using it as an excuse to be close to him. Alvin felt a stab of pain in his chest, he clutched his ribs and quickly walked away from Britney.
"Alvin? What's wrong?" She asked, walking towards him.
"I'm fine, I just need to sleep, that's all."
She stopped and hesitated, "Oh…Okay…"
He trailed off into the resort and quickly slumped over into bed.
Britney angrily pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Jeanette,
"Jeanette you psycho bitch, I don't know what you're up to, but you'd better stop. Alvin's a mess and you're feeding into it."
Jeanette laughed,
"Please, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're full of shit and you know it, you're behind this somehow. I know Simon owns a magazine, I just don't know which one, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna turn a blind eye to your antics."
Jeanette gasped at Britney's harsh words, there was no way out of this and she knew it. Except maybe there was…
Britney heard Jeanette hang up on her, which confirmed all she needed to know. Jeanette had said so much without saying anything at all. Britney quickly approached one of the tiki dancers,
"Um, excuse me, sorry," she said.
"Oh yes?" He said, "Are you okay miss?"
"Yes, I'm fine, where is Alvin Seville staying?"
He pointed toward the resort and said,
"The resort over there, word on the street is he has the whole place booked out. Good luck finding him."
The tiki dancer went back to dancing and Britney hurried to the resort. She was greeted by the hotel manager,
"Britney? What are you doing here?"
"I need to find Alvin, what room is he in?"
"Uhhh, 207 I believe."
Britney nodded and quickly thanked her, then rushed to room 207. It was on the third floor. She rushed up the stairs three times until she came upon the door and knocked.
"Alvin?"
She could hear Alvin doing…something…was he…doing drugs?
"Shit," he said under his breath, "Britney what're you doing here?" He said louder this time.
"I'm coming in Alvin."
She opened the door to a sight she wished she hadn't seen. Alvin, with a rolled up dollar bill in his nose, and cocaine on the table. He was completely out of it.
"Britney…" He slurred, beginning to stand up, he was waddling like a penguin.
"Alvin, it's gonna be okay."
She rushed to his side and quickly caught him before he fell, and helped walk him to the bed. She laid him down and tucked him in, making sure he was on his side, so if he threw up he wouldn't choke.
"Goodnight Alvin," she said. She leaned down and left a peck on his forehead, and closed the door, leaving Alvin behind, but not the grief.