Hi again! Sorry for the long wait, but here's chapter 8!

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The weekend had passed quickly, and it was already Monday again. But one family didn't really awake when the alarm clock rang.

"Guys!" Dave yelled. "It's up now! We're gonna be late!"

Simon awoke immediately by Dave's voice. He glanced over at his clock. 7:45! Only fifteen minutes! Simon rushed over to his closet. He threw a clean, black t-shirt on, with black jeans.

"ALVIN!" Dave yelled again. "Get up!"

Simon just rolled his eyes. He walked up to his mirror and saw his brown, curly hair. It looked like a mess, but he didn't really care right now. Simon walked downstairs. The girls were already eating their breakfast.

"Morning Si" Jeanette smiled to him. Simon smiled again as an answer. When he looked over at the clock, he realized that they only had 8 minutes.

Alvin came downstairs with a tired expression planted on his face. "It's Sunday, what's the matters?" he grumbled.

Dave sighed. "No, it's Monday, Alvin! Take your schoolbags; I'm driving you guys this morning"

Alvin's eyes widened when Dave told him which day it was. "Monday?"

Dave glanced suspiciously at his oldest son. "Yes?" Alvin's mouth shaped like a 'O'. "What's the matter?"

"Uh.. Nothing! Well, if you don't think that un-finished math home works are a problem... Then nothing!" Alvin smiled exaggerated while he tried to act like he was innocent. Dave just sighed again, and pointed out to the car.

"We're driving now, let's go" he said, trying to stay calmly.

As they went inside the school, a lot of pupils were walking into their classes.

"What are we having now?" Brittany asked.

Jeanette fumbled in her schoolbag and took up a schedule. "P.E."

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. "I hate it. Who wants sport in the morning?"

"Not you" Alvin teased. Brittany repeated her 'ugh' again.

The sex teens were almost about to go, when one of the judges walked over to them. "Alvin and the chipmunks, right?" They nodded in agreement.

"I'm Mrs. Anderson, but you can call me Jane if you want to"

"Well, hey Jane!" Alvin said.

"I just wanted to say good luck" she smiled.

"Uh, thanks I guess?"

"Oh, here's a good tip; you'll have a better chance to win if all of you can have a solo" he said, as she placed her eyes at Simon. He blushed a little, and looked down at the ground.

"Of course!" Alvin cried. "We'll win!"

Mrs. Anderson nodded and made her way out of the school. Brittany smiled a waved to the lady. After she was out of her eyesight, Brittany turned around and slapped Alvin on his shoulder.

"Oww!" he cried. "What was that for?" Brittany glanced over at Simon, who occupied himself with Jeanette. She looked at Alvin again.

"You know we can't make Simon sing!" she hissed.

"Oh, you're right"

"What do we do?! We have to win!" she hissed.

"Wow. Calm down, Britt," Alvin looked over at Simon too, and then back at Brittany. "Maybe we could persuade him?"

"Yeah, right! Like we could" she muttered sarcastically.

Alvin coughed a bit, before he said "Britt, you're making it sounds like it's Simon's fault"

"What? No I'm not! But it's not my problem!" she said.

Her words made Alvin confused. "What? What do you mean with that?"

"I said: it's not my problem" she repeated.

"What's not your problem?" he asked.

Brittany sighed heavily. So loud that Alvin thought the other heard it.

"It is not my problem that you're brother is being so childish, that he can't even walk up on a stage alone!" she hissed.

Alvin opened his mouth. "Don't talk about him like that! He can't help it. What if you had anxiety?"

"Well, you see Alvin, I'm not having anxiety. I'm totally-"

"Brittany, just save it OK? Right now, I don't want to fight about him" he cut her off.

There was a silent between the two oldest, until someone said "You shouldn't"

Both turned around to see Simon looking a little ashamed down at the ground. "Sorry" he mumbled as he walked away.

"Well made, you two" Eleanor said sarcastically. Alvin and Brittany realized immediately that the four others had paid attention to their 'little' conservation.

Alvin rushed over to his walking, taller little brother. "No, Simon, we didn't mean it like that, it's just-"

"Sorry" Simon said again. "I know, we'll have a better chance to win if I didn't was... childish, as you two say it, but I-"

"Simon" Alvin cut him off. "This is not your fault, don't blame yourself, OK?" Alvin excepted his brother to answer, and as he didn't Alvin continued to speak. "We may do have a better chance, but if you don't want to, we won't make you."

Simon swallowed. "Let's just go to P.E."

Out on the art course grass, the sun shined as it was a sunny day. After a rainy day yesterday, the grass was still a little wet. And smooth

"OK class, run three rounds around the grass field. After them, we'll divide you into two teams for kickball. Run!" their P.E. teacher, Mr. Garner said.

As the class ran and ran, someone accidently pushed Alvin. Alvin felt over at Jeanette, who then felt down in the wet grass. The person just ran further, without even to look at them.

"Alvin! What are you doing?" she cried, as she was soaked in the water mixed with mud.

"It wasn't me! I swear!" he said, holding his hands up to confess his innocence.

"Right..." she muttered as she stood up again. He sports gear was completely wet.

Alvin watched her run again. As he looked closer, he could see that Ryan was in front of Jeanette.

It was him! Alvin gritted his teeth.

"Seville! No breaks run!" Mr. Garner called, which made Alvin run again.

Later

"Jeanette it wasn't me, I swear," Alvin tried again, after P.E.

"OK, I believe you, but who was it then?"

"Ryan!"

"Well, that makes even more sense," she said.

Alvin sighed. He glanced over at Simon who hadn't said anything at all, before P.E. Alvin walked over to his little brother.

"Hey Si," he began awkwardly. "Sooo... How are you?"

Simon gave his brother a weird look. Alvin wouldn't normally ask about that. Simon shrugged as an answer. Alvin sighed to himself. Right now, he just wanted Simon to talk.

"Wanna sit together?" he tried again. Simon shrugged again. Alvin narrowed his eyes to himself. Why wouldn't he just answer with his voice? "What do you... Want for lunch?" For the third time, Simon shrugged and it began to annoy Alvin.

"Are you feeling bad or something?" This time Simon shook his head. 'stop asking' he thought.

Alvin couldn't really find any more questions. He walked closer to Simon with a smirk planted on his face. Simon tried to ignore his brother's density.

All of sudden, Alvin took his hands up to Simon's neck and started to tickle him. Simon started to laugh loudly, which caused the other's attention. Alvin smiled at his laughing brother, while he tickled him. He knew Simon was very, very ticklish.

"Alvin stop," Simon tried to say without laughing, but failed. Alvin smiled again to himself, and moved his hands to his brother's armpits. It caused Simon to laugh even louder. Simon tried to stop, it was nevertheless true a bit embarrassing for him to laugh loudly in the hallway, but he couldn't.

It made Alvin happy to see his brother smile, but when he saw that Simon almost was out of breath, he stopped. Simon tried to catch his breath, but was still laughing a bit.

"What was that for?" he asked. Alvin smiled.

"I don't know. I just wanted to"

"Let's go to lunch"

LATER AT HOME

Simon had just finished his home works, and was packing his schoolbag to the next day. Simon was relieved; he hadn't seen Ryan today. He didn't even notice him in P.E, not before Jeanette told them what happened and Alvin protested.

Simon glanced over at his piano. It was colored black in a shiny way. He walked up to it and sat on the chair. He raised the lid, and took a glance over the black and white keys. He ran his fingers over them, from the high tones to the low tones. He loved the sound, a clean, silent air with only the sound of piano playing.

Jeanette was about to knock at his door, when she heard Simon playing a very beautiful song.

Simon ran slightly his fingers over the keys so it created a clean tone of the beginning to the song 'Riverside'

Jeanette kept listening. She moved her ear closer to the door, and heard it fully.

Simon knew the song text so instead of only playing it, he started to sing:

Down by the river by the boats

Where everybody goes to be alone

Where you won't see any rising sun

Down to the river we will run

Jeanette was surprisingly shocked at Simon's voice. It was the first time in forever she had heard his voice solo. 'Oh, what a beautiful voice' she thought.

Alvin walked down in the hall to see Jeanette with the left side of her head, leaning against his brother's door. He walked up to her. "Hey, what are you-"

Alvin got cut off by Jeanette's hand. She put it on his mouth, so he would be quite.

"Hmm, whm am yuwm doim," Alvin tried to speak.

"Shhh," Jeanette shushed. Alvin gave her a confused look. But after Jeanette moved her ear against the door again, Alvin did the same and found out why he had to be quite.

And he got exactly the same reaction as her.

Luckily, Simon didn't hear them and continued to sing:

When by the water we drink to the dregs

Look at the stones on the riverbed

I can tell from your eyes

You've never been by the riverside

"Woooow," was all Alvin could force to say. After many years, he finally heard he brother's clean voice. He could harshly remember Simon's voice from then, but he could still tell that it was changed. His voice was a little darker, and had a slight hoarseness that made it sounded perfect.

Down by the water the riverbed

Somebody calls you somebody says

swim with the current and float away

Down by the river every day

Alvin hurried to find his phone. He pressed the record button and took it to the keyhole for better sound.

"Alvin, don't," Jeanette whispered.

"No, I need it"

"Why?"

Alvin thought for a moment.

",Because I want to save this. Maybe I won't hear his voice in a long time again"

Jeanette sighed. "Fine" she whispered.

Alvin smiled. Not smirked, but smiled. "Now, be quite, I need to hear his voice"

Simon didn't thought about he wasn't alone in the house. But he also didn't thought that anyone could hear him. As he came to the chorus, he sang only a little bit louder:

Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep

And I don't know why I go the way

Down by the riverside

Simon ended the song just after the chorus. He sighed heavily to himself. He really liked that song.

"That was beautiful," Jeanette said, maybe a little too loud. Simon reacted at the sound.

Alvin and Jeanette looked at each other with widened eyes. "Run!" Alvin whispered, and then they ran into one of the nearest rooms; Brittany's.

Simon walked up and opened his door. He poked his hard out to see nothing but an empty hall. He could have sworn he heard somebody. Simon just shook his head and went into his own room again.

"What are you two doing?" Brittany asked, after someone ran into her room and slammed the door again. Alvin and Jeanette were almost out of breath.

"We heard him!" Jeanette cheered.

"What?"

"I said we heard him" she repeated.

"...What?" Brittany asked again.

"Simon!" Alvin shouted, hoping she would understand.

"...You heard Simon?"

"Yes!"

"...Aaaaaand?"

Alvin sighed. "We heard Simon sing!" they both cried.

Brittany seemed to understand it now. "Oh you did?" she asked. She sounded happy, but not as much as Alvin and Jeanette did.

"Here," Alvin handed Brittany his black IPhone, and played what he had recorded. Brittany listened carefully.

"Hey, that sounds good," she agreed. Alvin nodded.

"Yes, it does. I mean how can someone hide such a strong voice?"

"Alvin, remember his stage fright" Jeanette pointed out.

"Oh, right" he said. "Let's show Theo and Ellie!" Alvin walked up to the door, but Jeanette grabbed his arm.

"Alvin, what do you think Simon would say, if he found out that we... kinda... were spying on him?"

Alvin thought about it for a moment. "Don't worry, he won't find out. And then, it can't be that bad, can it?" he asked.

Jeanette shrugged.

"Let's show 'em!" Brittany cut in.

IN THE LIVING ROOM

Theodore and Eleanor were sitting and watching television.

"Guys!" Alvin called, as he walked over to them.

"Hi there" Eleanor said.

"You have to listen to this" Alvin said again, as he found his phone.

Theodore made himself sitting up even more. "What is it?"

Alvin smiled. "We heard Simon sing," he said.

Theodore gasped slightly. "You did?" he asked, joyful. Alvin nodded, as he pressed the play button.

Theodore smiled at the sound. "That is... Amazing! he cheered. Alvin nodded again. "But... Why is the screen black?"

"You know, we heard it from the outside," Jeanette said, feeling a little guilty.

"Isn't that a little rude?" Eleanor asked.

Alvin shrugged. Before he replied, they heard someone familiar.

"You recorded me?" Simon's voice said. Alvin turned around to see his slightly angry, but embarrassed brother.

"Simon, uhh"

"You recorded me?!" he yelled this time.

"No... I mean yes, but we-"

"Why did you record it!? So you could laugh at it?"

"Simon, don't be paranoid," Alvin said. He could see that tears were trying to come out from Simon's eyes.

Alvin was about to say something more, when Simon quickly turned around and stormed up stairs. The sound of a slammed door could get heard down in the living room.

Oh! They finally heard him sing! What will happen next?

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