Friday Morning

It was alright, he supposed. Worse things had happened to Alvin Seville before. Well, maybe not, but certainly worser things could have happened.

Did it suck getting dumped? Absolutely. He'd never seen a dumping that was liked by both parties. Even if the one who got dumped wanted to break-up, they still would've liked to do the dumping. It always sucked to get broken-up with: oh? am I not good enough for you?

But was Alvin petrified? Not at all. He and Brittany had broken up many times before, and they came back every time. It honestly didn't even feel like a break-up, just a fight.

So did it suck? Yes. But was it the end for him? No.

At least that's what Alvin had mistakenly thought.

That day, they fought after school over the stupidest thing, like so many fights seem to go. Brittany claimed it was Alvin's fault, and Alvin claimed it was Brittany's fault. In reality, it was neither of their faults. Or it was both of their faults, depending on your interpretation.

It was just one of those things that happen where no one could control the outcome. So in that way, it wasn't their fault. Yet they let the fight continue to where it did, so it was their faults.


Flashback to Thursday Evening

Alvin had needed to borrow a textbook to complete his homework. It was assigned at the beginning of the week, the due date being Friday, but Alvin hadn't had a chance to get to it yet, and it was Thursday evening. Well, that's what he tried to convince Brittany.

He had already asked Simon and Theodore, but both already had their assignment complete, so there was no need to make their backpacks heavier by carrying their textbooks home. Alvin knew Simon and Jeanette did their homework together, and he assumed Theodore and Eleanor did the same, so he was left with one chipmunk: Brittany.

And if Brittany was anything like him, which she was, she would be doing her homework also today, meaning she had the textbook. As long as she wasn't too similar to Alvin as in she forgot it at school too.

So when he went to the chipettes' house, he was excited to see the textbook on the table with the homework completed. Then, a genius plan struck his mind: he could save himself the trouble if he could just copy Brittany's paper!

Brittany, however, was no fan of his "genius" idea. "You can't copy it! It's written response, do you know how obvious that'll be?!"

"So?" Alvin shrugged, "I'll just change up some words."

"Heck no! Your vocabulary's not even big enough!"

"Oh, c'mon, Brit! You're just gonna leave your boyfriend on the hook like this?"

Brittany rolled her eyes: if he was anyone else—a friend, a colleague, a brother, a cousin—she wouldn't do it. Yet they were dating, at least on paper, so she supposed she did have an obligation to him.

"Fine," she said as she threw—quite literally threw—the textbook at Alvin, "but I better see it again before school starts."

"Why do you doubt me so?"

And to be fair, she did see it the next day, just not in the condition she had expected.


Flashback to late Thursday Night

"You did what?"

"I did nothing!"

Brittany crossed her arms. "Then why does my textbook—which, if I may add, was in perfect condition—now have crippled pages...with some of them being clearly ripped out?!"

"That is not my fault," Alvin defended himself. "Dave sent me to do my homework, so I took it in the backyard, right?"

"Okay, but that don't explain this."

"Well now if you let me finish, you'd know that Dave finished making dinner and I went inside to eat. Next thing I know, it's pouring rain outside!"

Brittany rolled her eyes and gave a half-hearted laugh. "Oh my Lord, Alvin, how irresponsible are you?! Leaving a book—which, if you don't know, is made of paper—outside in the rain? Oh yeah, genius idea!"

"As soon as I realized it was raining, Brittany, I tell you this: I ran as quickly as possible out the back door—getting my clothes wet in the process—to get the textbook for you."

"Still don't change the fact that you ruined my book!"

"Chill, Brittany. If anyone's at fault here, it's you!" he proclaimed.

"Me?!"

"Yeah, if you'd let me just have a look at your homework, I could've avoided having to take the textbook home with me!"

"No no no, Alvin," she said, shaking her finger. "If you would've done your homework—or at least remember to take home your textbook—you would've never needed to come here begging for mine."

"Well I'm sorry for having spent so much time with you this week that I hadn't the chance to complete my homework!"

"Oh, so you're telling me that you played no video games at all?"

"Regardless," Alvin continued, "I forgot my textbook because I was talking to you after school."

"Oh great, so somehow you're pinning this on me?"

"No! Well maybe a little, but all I'm trying to say is that you can't blame me!"

"No, Alvin, I think you're right. It's completely my fault," Brittany admitted. "It's my fault…for trusting you enough with that textbook!"

She yelled, "All you do is misplace things! You never take responsibility for anything that is your fault! I don't even know why I'm still with you! You know what? It's my fault for even dating you in the first place!"

"Brittany," Alvin groaned. "Why must you do this?"

But the door was slammed in his face.


Back to Present Time

Alvin was certain that everything would be alright between him and Brittany. Even though they might not show it, he knew they still cared about each other. They were fated to be together: I mean, c'mon, look how similar they are. And it wasn't even a full-out break-up! They'd get over it within a few days, if not hours.

But all those other times—all those other fights—there was never a new chipmunk who would mess everything up. Until now.