They all sat in silence. How much time passed, they don't know. All the chipmunks and chipettes know is that things were never going to be the same again. Ever since Dave called the police on Chase's dad, the six felt a rush of relief, with a twinge of regret. They felt as if it was their fault that Chase has taken so much pain for so long. How were they supposed to live with that much guilt, or that kind of guilt? Ms. Miller explained that though they may feel bad about it now, in due time, they'll feel better, knowing they've done the right thing. 'So why do I feel like I've just killed someone' they asked themselves after the talk.
Weeks have passed, and nobody heard anything about Chase or what happened to him. The school received word of what happened to him, and informed their students. 'Great, pour more salt in our wounds' thought Simon, after receiving the message, 'well' he thought 'at least no one will know it was us who pretty much took away his whole life.' The Chipmunks thought their life couldn't feel any worse, but that was until rehearsals came. That was when Mr. Rochelle informed the students that the play, was called off. He explained that since Chase can no longer do his part, ant that it'll take forever for his replacement to catch up, 'that's what you get for using "Stupid Sheen"' thought Brittany, the show wouldn't be able to go on until the end of the school year, end of NEXT school year! So, there will be no end of school play. 'Can this day get any worse' thought the Chipmunks and Chipettes.
Unfortunately, it can. Upon arriving home, all the boys wanted to do was to get their mind off of what was happening, maybe with a few video games. "Boys" called Dave, as they were ascending the stairs to their room. 'So close' thought Alvin. The boys reached down stairs, to a very distraught looking Dave, his hair a mess, large bags under his eyes, and looking like he hasn't slept in about a week. "Dave, are you okay" asked Theodore, never seeing Dave in such a state. Dave sighed heavily, "I'm fine guys. I just wanted to tell you something." The boys gathered around Dave, Alvin standing by his side, Simon sitting in a nearby chair, and Theodore in Dave's lap. Dave sighed again, trying to find the right words for such a touchy subject for the boys. "Remember, when I called the police to help Chase?" The Chipmunks nodded. "Well, the police called me today. They thanked me for informing them about Chase and what was happening to him. They also said that his dad's been arrested, and found guilty today." Blank looks covered the boys' faces, not sure if this was good news or bad news. "Anyway, they said that since Chase doesn't have any other family in the state, he'll, be put in a foster home. Then, hopefully, he might be adopted by a kind family."
The boys were frozen. Chase was leaving his family? He'll be in a foster home for who know how long? He'll need to be adopted? The news struck them like a boulder, all of them were frozen in their spot. Everyone, except Alvin, stomping off into his room. "Alvin, you alright" asked Dave. How could he be: Alvin was pretty much responsible for taking Chase's life, and shattering it to pieces. How was he supposed to be alright with that? "Alvin, say something" said Dave. Alvin kept trotting off towards his room, ignoring Dave. "Alvin" growled Dave in warning. Still, Alvin trotted up the steps. When he reached his room, instead of just closing the door, he slammed it shut, rattling the whole house. And that's where he stayed, until the last week of school.
"What's been eating Alvin" asked Brittany, noticing the newfound cold state of said Chipmunk. "I'm not sure" replied Simon, "he's been like that since Dave got that call." "Well, it's starting to creep me out" replied Brittany. "Brittany" began Eleanor, only to be hushed by Brittany. "Don't even start Eleanor. He's been like that for about a month, and graduation is in a week. If he doesn't get back to normal soon, we can pretty much kiss our futures in music good-bye. And besides, don't act like you're not creped out by how he's acting." Brittany had a point. Ever since Alvin began acting like he has been, everyone has felt a wave of fear actually pass over them. None more so then Theodore, whose tried countless times to cheer him up. So far, all his efforts have been in vain. Everyone tried to bring back Alvin's better spirits. Everyone, that is, except Brittany. "I wish Alvin would get better" sighed Theodore, twittling with his food. "Me to" replied Simon. "Me three" said Eleanor. "Ditto" simply stated Jeanette. Brittany remained quiet, but inside, she's the one who wanted Alvin back the most.
The end of the day came, and everyone was gunning for the door. Everyone, except Alvin. All he could do was idly watch the world pass by, unknown and uncertain of any possible pleasantries. How could the world move on and act like nothing has happened? How could it be so blind to the truth that everywhere you go, all you will ever experience is pain, suffering, sadness, and misfortune? How could everyone act so happy and care-free when in actuality they hate the hand fate dealt them? And why the heck is Brittany dragging him into the boy's bathroom? As the two got in, Brittany moved a trash can over to block the door, trapping the two of them inside. "Okay, listen" started Brittany "this is getting ridiculous. You've been moping around for three months, and you haven't said a word to anyone about what's going on. Everyone's starting to worry about you, and your giving me the creeps. So, grow up, get over this thing, and SNAP OUT OF IT!" Alvin just stood there, not saying another word, his head leaned down, gazing at his feet. It was then that Brittany noticed something: Alvin wasn't wearing his signature red cap. In fact, as she recalled, the last time Alvin was seen with that cap on was the time Chase…stole…it…from…him. It all snapped into place then. "Alvin." Alvin simply turned away. Slowly, the auburn chipette placed a soft hand on his shoulder. "Alvin, it wasn't your fault. We didn't know Chase would have to move into a foster home. We didn't know that he'd be taken from his only family, and we don't know if we'll ever see him again." "Is there a point to this" asked Alvin sarcastically. 'Finally' thought Brittany, "yes there is. The point is that even though we don't feel like we did, we became a miracle for someone. We were like guardian angels. And if we should, and if I could, I would do it again." Alvin wasn't impressed. "Besides, it's not like we can make this whole thing into a show or something, like an after school special or a telethon. Heck, we should, but how are we going to make teaching people about violence into a concert? That'd be just stupid." "Yeah" muttered Alvin, "that would be…" suddenly, something hit him. "What'd you say" he simply asked. "What, the concert thing? I know, it's stupid, and it'll take forever to set up. Besides, whose going to perform, you and the guys, me and the girls?" Alvin stood there, his face totally unreadable. Then suddenly, he ran as fast as he can, knocking the trash can to the floor. All that was left of him was a cloud of dust where he stood. Then, suddenly, he reappeared in front of Brittany, taking both her hands in his. "By the way, if anyone asks, this was all my idea" was all he said, before kissing her and running off again, this time leaving a perfectly shaped outline of himself in the door. If he'd taken the time to be more accurate with his gratitude, he would have noticed that instead of the cheek, Alvin has kissed Brittany, on the lips. It was a short and brief kiss, but it was still on the lips. Standing there, touching the very lips that were touched by Alvin's, all Brittany could think about at that moment was simply 'he's back'. Then, since it was her first 'real' kiss, in fact, her first ever kiss, she fainted where she stood.