Sorry for the bit of delayed update! I've been extremely busy but, yeah.

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Chapter 3

"Alvin! You have to!" Simon yelled, on his knees, his hands folded together.

"I can't Simon! You're crazy! Completely insane!" Alvin yelled back, his arms crossed at his chest, looking in the opposite direction of Simon.

"Alvin, please. Give her a chance! You know deep inside that you want to go!"

This only made Alvin sigh, "Yeah, so what. Even if I wanted to go, I have no reason to. Brittany doesn't like me." He dropped his arms and collapsed on the couch overdramatically.

Simon shook his head and stood up, sitting next to Alvin.

"You know that isn't true, Alvin. Besides, you'll never know unless you try."

Alvin shrugged and looked at the floor. A million thoughts were rushing through his mind all at once. If he did go, then what would he wear? How should he do his hair? Should he bring her flowers or chocolates? What if she really didn't like him? Then what would he do?

"...Are you positive?" Alvin asked.

Simon placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, reassuringly, "Of course."

Alvin finally glanced over at Simon and sighed, replying, "Fine. ...I'll go. But on one condition."

Simon couldn't help but grin, "Sure, what is it?"

"You... have to help me pick out something to wear." Alvin brushed. Was he really asking Simon for fashion advice?

It must have been the end of the world.

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Jeanette scrambled through her closet, throwing clothes in every direction. She didn't know what to wear on her "date with Simon".

It seemed as if everyone was having that problem.

There was a loud squeak as the bedroom door opened, Brittany walking in. Her eyes widened as she noticed Jeanette's clothes scattered all over the floor.

"Jeanette! WHAT are you doing?! If you want to make a mess, keep it on your side of the room!"

Jeanette only shook her head, never turning around to face Brittany, "I'm sorry Brittany! I'm just in a rush. I have a date with Simon in 1 hour and I have no clue what to wear!"

Brittany's jaw suddenly dropped as she ran over to Jeanette, "You have a date with Simon?!"

Jeanette blushed and giggled, pushing her hair behind her ear, "Yes, I do. He asked me last night on the phone."

Brittany gasped and began helping Jeanette tear through her closet, "You need to wear something bright, short, and..." She laughed, "Something to inhance your breast size."

Jeanette gave Brittany a slow burn, a small blush filled her cheeks, "Brittany, you aren't helping." This only made Brittany laugh even more though.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. But you still need something bright and sparkly!"

"I have nothing bright and spar-"

Brittany quickly cut Jeanette off in mid-sentence, "No need to thank me. I think I have the perfect outfit for you." She grinned at Jeanette before turning to walk towards her own closet. Jeanette stood quietly for a moment before Brittany walked back over to her, holding a short, very light pink and white dress. The bottom of the dress was lace, which was under a poofy white part. The top of the dress had to be the prettiest, though. Even Jeanette thought so, and Jeanette wasn't too fond of pink.

It was a soft material, light pink, and lacey. The front was laced like a corsette would be.

"I wore this to the Bon Voyage Middle School dance last year. I was complimented everywhere I walked! And, yeah, even though it was quite expensive..." She nodded and smiled, "I think that you deserve this for your first real date."

Jeanette stared at the dress for a couple of minutes, then finally agreed with Brittany to wear it.

"I'll be right back." Jeanette said, taking the dress and heading to the bathroom to put it on.

Brittany smiled, "Alright."

But now Brittany was alone.

And all she could think was, this isn't fair. Brittany wasn't a horrible person. She didn't deserve to not have love. She let out a long sigh and layed back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Slowly, very slowly, her eyes closed, and she could no longer control her mind.

It was a dark, foggy night. There was a deserted playground; well, almost. Brittany sat alone, swinging on the single swing. Nothing was visible to her. There was only darkness as she looked foward. The only sounds that could be heard were the light breathing of a lonely chipette, and the high-pitched squeak of an old, broken swing. "There's no one." She whispered to herself, her eyes filling with tears. Brittany pushed her hair out of her face and then clenched hard onto the metal chains holding the swing onto it's unsteady base. Then, suddenly, there was another noise. Another voice. A whisper. "You're never alone. I'm always with you." Brittany's eyes only widened, the tears falling harder. She glanced around, her heart pounding in her chest. "Who's there!?" She called out. There was no answer. But Brittany wasn't frightened. The voice was peaceful, and warmed her heart. She closed her eyes, but as she did, a figure began walking towards her. It was too dark to see who or what it was. But, Brittany could sense their pressence. She couldn't seem to open her eyes though. "Brittany," The voice whispered again, "I'll never leave you. I love you, Brittany." Brittany still couldn't open her eyes; but that voice. The voice was so familiar. ...Alvin? No, it couldn't be. She had to, she had to open her eyes. Brittany slowly began lifting her eyelids, but her vision was blurry from the gathered tears in her eyes. "Your makeup, it's running." The voice talked again. Brittany still couldn't tell, until they reached out their hand- Brittany's eyes widened again as Alvin wiped her eyes, a small smile on his face. He slowly leaned in and gave Brittany a soft kiss on her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. "Oh, Brittany. Brittany...Brittany..." He kept repeating her name. Why? "Brittany...Brittany..." ...

"Brittany? Are you awake?" Jeanette wondered, softly nudging her sister. Brittany suddenly shot upwards, sitting up on her bed. Her eyes were red and puffy as she turned to look at Jeanette. It had all been a dream? But it felt so real...

"Oh, uh, sorry Jeanette. I.. dozed off."

Jeanette seemed worried, "Are you okay?"

Brittany slowly nodded and rubbed her head, standing up, "Yeah fine." She took a double take as she noticed Jeanette in her dress. She grinned.

Jeanette slightly blushed, "Do I look good?"

Brittany chuckled and nodded again, "You look amazing, Jeanette."

Jeanette shrugged, still blushing, "Well, I had to safety pin the top so it would fit. Because, well, ...heh."

Brittany shook her head, laughing, "Oh, Jeanette." She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of light pink ballet flats that matched perfect with the dress.

"I would have given you heels, but I wouldn't want you to embaress yourself on your first date."

Jeanette quickly walked over to Brittany and slipped on the shoes. All that was left was her hair and her make-up. Brittany stared long and hard at Jeanette, then finally smiled, "Follow me. It's time to enchance your beauty even more!"

They both started making their way towards the bathroom. Brittany tried to stay happy and cheerful on the outside, but she truthfully couldn't stop thinking about her dream. It had to mean something, it had to.

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End Chapter 3

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