Alvin's Point of View
"How could she ask me out?" I ranted to my brothers late the day after Brittany asked me out. Our date was later tonight, a Friday (Woo hoo!) and I was freaking out, "She hates me!" Me, Simon, and Theodore sat in out room, if you can call it that. Earlier in the year, Dave requested the Chipette's and our room be separated; he claimed that it was because we were getting older and could use the extra space, but I think it had more to do with Simon and Jeanette dating, so now we lived in the attic. It was a nice attic, but I was stuck in the corner of it, furthest away from the window which always had a nice breeze when we left it open. The attic wasn't dark, not since we got a light installed. We each had our own beds, mine of course cornered, Simon's was closest to the window, and Theodore was off to the side of the room.
"I don't understand why you're freaking out." Simon said and pushed his round, black-rimmed glasses up higher on his slightly-thinner-than-mine face, "Is this not what you wanted?" You finally have your chance with Brittany." I shook my head, wondering how Simon ever got a girlfriend before me. He just didn't understand them the way I do; did Jeanette know his deepest secrets?
"No! The guy always asks the girl out!" I explained.
"Why?" Theodore asked from his bed. I could swear he wasn't really interested, but he gave me a convincing look.
"Look at how I'm reacting!" I shot, "That's why!" Theodore's eyes went wide, I don't know if it was with fear or realization.
"Alvin, you should be glad she took initiative," Simon told me, "If she hadn't, I doubt you'd ever get your chance, especially with the way you're always around other girls." How offensive! Did he just say that if Brittany didn't take charge I never would have gotten a shot with her, the girl of my dreams?
"How could you say that?!" I yelled. I watched Theodore sink into his mattress and tried to calm down, he never liked us fighting.
"I think you're scared." Simon stated.
"What?!" I thought out loud. Scared? What did I have to be scared of? I'm Alvin! I don't get scared, especially by a girl! Simon, being the annoying brainiac that he was, seemed to be reading my mind somehow (How could he be that smart?) and spoke in a haughty manner as if he'd won this argument.
"I think you're scared that Brittany really likes you and that she wants a committed relationship like the one Jeanette and I have." He always liked to rub that in my face. Just because I thought he would never get a girlfriend, he thinks that he can brag about Jeanette to me and that was starting to tick me off.
"Why would she want to go out with me?" I asked and could sense the desperation in my own voice.
"Who's side are you on?" Simon questioned, "Brittany's or your own?" Before I could answer, my baby brother butted in.
"I think he's just nervous." He stated. Me nervous? Ha! That was so funny I forgot to laugh; I could perform in front of millions of people, some (most) being girls that would throw themselves at me, but there was something about Brittany, this one girl, that truly did make me have butterflies in my stomach. Was I really nervous over a date with the very pretty chipette?
"Alvin," Simon put his hand on my shoulder and spoke softly, "take the opportunity that you've been wanting. You like her, give it a shot. The worst that happens is you almost kill her again." Gee, thanks for the encouragement, Si. That did not make me feel better about myself. He was right, though, with all the girls out there waiting for me, here I stood in my room wanting only one, and she was in this house probably getting ready for our date. But why would she want me? What as it about me that she suddenly got all interested in? Could it be a trick? Or was Simon right like always? I started freaking out again over all the confusion and frantically ran around the room. Being the great brothers that they are, Simon and Theodore sat and watched as I tripped over my bed in the darkened corner of the attic.
"Guys," I whined, "my dates in an hour, what am I going to do?"
"You want this to work out, right?" I felt Simon was challenging me, waiting for to truly lose it and go psycho and admit what I really wanted.
"Yes." I muttered, "I would like to go out with Brittany."
"Then you'll have to really wow her on your date."
"Yeah," Theodore added, "make her feel special." Of course, just make her feel special like it was the easiest thing in the world. Theodore's innocence was really starting to get annoying, he tried his best to please everyone, but how on Earth was I supposed to make her feel special?
"Alvin," Simon said (hearing my name again was getting annoying too, it was like he had some kind of superiority over me), "instead of making the date all about you, make it about her." I was starting to get freaked out by how intuitive Simon was getting, it was like he had the superpower to read minds. I was honestly done arguing with them, they won (not that I'll ever admit it).
"Would you guys just help me get ready? I asked in a slight pleading tone, "Please?" Theodore was a sucker for sad eyes and I had him hooked on helping me immediately, Simon on the other paw wasn't so convinced, but after a log puppy dog look he gave in. "So what has to be changed?"
"Everything." My brothers said in unison and before I knew it, they pushed me down the ladder, out of our room, and dragged me into the bathroom sink. I struggled, but they had the numbers gain. One of them tore off my hoodie and the other pushed me down into the sink and closed the drain.
"This might sting a little." Simon stated and turned the faucet for the hot water. Burning liquid bombarded me and I started to scream, cursing that Simon should watch his back, "Oh calm down, it's just a shower." Now he was being a smartypants and I swore to myself that I would get him back, but right now, I was too focused on the water and as it filled up higher to my waist, I began to get used to the heat a little.
"Come on, guys, get me out!" I begged.
"Nope." Theodore simply said and poured in a bunch of liquid soap which landed both in the water and over my head, "Now scrub until you're clean." Looks like I had no choice, with a rag that Simon dropped in, I scrubbed with the soapy water in my soapy fur and rinsed by diving under.
"Don't forget your tail." Simon mocked, "And behind your ears."
"Shut up." I grumbled.
I looked pitiful. My fur was wet and matted and I smelled soapy, my brothers snickered behind me as I pouted. I was surprised the mirror I was looking through didn't crack. Was this really going to impress Brittany or were my brothers just pulling the wool over my eyes? I dried my fur roughly, trying to get every last cursed drop of water, but in the end, it was still damp. We hopped back up to our room where I found my clothing. I reached for my red hoodie with a yellow "A" on it, but Simon slapped my hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" He interrogated.
"Grabbing something to wear," I informed, "clothes tend to be classy for a date."
"This date is special, wear something nice." Simon walked over to my dresser and pulled it open; he grabbed my black jacket and red tie.
"That's for when I perform." I said.
"Well it's also the nicest thing you own." I was forced to spread my arms and sighed as my brother wrapped the jacket around me and nearly choked me with the tie.
"Simon, I swear, if you put make-up on me, I will strangle you." I mumbled.
"You might want to work on your attitude for your date." He replied, "Most girls aren't very interested in killers. And you should work on your table manners." He stared at me and squinted, "Hmm, one last touch." Suddenly I felt something cold and wet hit me from behind and afterwards the room filled with a strange odor.
"Ahh! What the heck was that?"
"Perfume," Theodore said, holding onto the bottle, "I got it from Dave's room."
"Perfume?!" I freaked.
"Relax," Simon attempted to calm me down, "It's cologne, perfume for guys." That didn't help, I still felt like a dress-up doll. I couldn't describe the scent, some kind of musky odor that did it's best to find it's way up my nose, cologne was strong. I checked the clock, fifteen minutes before my date with Brittany. This had better be worth it.
"What are you two going to converse about?" Simon asked.
"I don't know… The food? Us?" What did people usually talk about on first dates? I never actually got that far. The food would be a good start, Eleanor said she would cook the meal specially for us.
"You may need to practice that."
"What do you mean?" I said, getting suspicious as to what Simon had in store next.
"Have a seat." He pointed over to my bed and I did as I was told without argument, this torture would end soon enough, "Now, Theodore is going to pretend to be Brittany, and I want you to have a nice conversation with her."
"Are you insane?" I screeched already knowing the answer.
"How do you think I feel?" Theodore mumbled, "Alvin, you better be happy after this."
"Begin." Simon ordered.
"Um," I stuttered and stared at Theodore, "Brittany… You look really, um, nice?" I had to admit, Theodore played his part really well, he even got himself to blush and he spoke in a higher, girly voice.
"Oh, why thank you Alvin… Tee hee." Poor Theodore looked so uncomfortable, the exact way I felt, "Have you been working out?" He clenched his teeth and fists, "You… Look… Really… Good…"
"Okay, Simon, this is just unsettling!" I exclaimed and pushed Theodore away, "Brittany is much different than that!"
"I thought I did pretty well." My youngest brother piped up. I rolled my eyes and my heart sank when I saw the time; five minutes until my date.
"Wish me luck." I groaned and left the attic without waiting for a reply. As I stepped down the final stair of the ladder, I ran into Jeanette who had a goofy smile on her face.
"Rehearsing your date, are you?" She laughed and ran up the ladder. I ignored her and continued down the stairs.
"Easy, Alvin." I thought to myself, "Be a gentleman and everything will turn out fine." I hopped down each step and with each landing, the nauseating pain in my stomach got worse. How was I supposed to eat? I didn't have the best table manners and I was the exact opposite of hungry! I walked into the living room and met up with Brittany. She really did look beautiful; she wore the pink dress that Dave got her for her birthday and her hair was in it's soft ponytail. I was breathless. Her eyes were soft and her tail, fluffy.
"Ready?" She asked quietly. For once I was speechless and I could only nod which made her giggle. As I got closer to her, I could smell the perfume she wore and it reminded me of strawberries. We stepped into the kitchen, where our date would take place, and gasped at the well prepared meal Eleanor laid out.