Alvin chased after Brittany, she had just had a big fight with her sisters when they found Alvin and Brittany kissing.
"Brit!" he cried, "Come on, Brittany! Come back!"
"Did you see them, Alvin? How Eleanor was looking at me. She hated me!"
"Eleanor doesn't hate you, Brit. How could anyone hate you?"
"How? I don't know, Alvin," Brittany was crying by this point, "Maybe it's because I'm a slut!" She shouted, shooting a glare at Alvin.
"Don't do this Brit, it was going so well. I apologized for that," Alvin said, almost whispering.
"Don't do what, Alvin?" She yelled, the dark night began to fill with the sounds of rain, "Cry? Just because I'm the oldest means I have to be the strongest?"
"Yes!" Alvin said firmly, "Yes, Brit, you have to be strong. It isn't fair, I know it isn't. But you have to be strong, not just for Eleanor or Jeanette," he said, tears starting to squeeze out of his eyes also, "But for me, Brit. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Brittany took a step closer to him, the rain mixing with tears on her face, just making her cry more, "You'd get over it," she said softly, "You'd find someone else."
"Not anyone better then you."
"Alvin," Brittany said, her voice little more then a whisper being drowned in the rain, "I can't be brave. I can't be with my sisters hating me."
"Then I'll be brave enough for the both of us," he said, holding her shaking shoulders, "But I need your help to be brave Brit. I can't do it alone."
"It takes two to tango," Brittany said, sniffling, letting the rain run down her shoulders. She stepped closer to Alvin, letting him hold her and rock her, and comfort her. He was the one solid thing in this world drowned by rain. He was real, he loves her. And she loved him.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Jeanette and Eleanor were trying to calm themselves down. Thibking much the same thing as Brittany was.
"She hates me now," sniffled Jeanette, "I just know it."
"I'm the one she's angry at, Jean, not you… I have to apologize to you, Jean."
"What do you mean?" Jeanette's sobss were slowing down but she was scared to stop, if she stopped then Brittany wouldn't believe her and would get angrier.
"I shouldn't have started the whole mess. If I had kept to my damn self then Brittany wouldn't have gotten angry, she wouldn't have been interrupted by me, or you. You could've stayed with Simon."
"Ellie," Jeanette said, "You shouldn't be sorry. It isn't your fault. Si and I were done and would've come out a split second later. The same thing would've happened. You can't blame yourself."
"But I do, Jean," Eleanor pleaded for forgiveness. Jeanette knew how she got, she wouldn't stop feeling bad about herself until Jeanette accepted the apology.
"Thank you Eleanor. But we really should be apologizing to Brittany, right now, she seemed really torn up."
But they didn't move. Eleanor stared at the floor and Jeanette stared at the door. Both were hoping for the boys to come in and comfort them. Just as Eleanor had decided to get Theo, the door opened up and Brittany was standing there. A little wet and flustered but with a sincere look in her eye.
"Girls," she said. It was one word. But that one word carried so mich weight. Knowing that she had forgiven them and that she was apologizing in one word.
Eleanor ran forward and hugged her. Jeanette stood stalk still, awkward as always, until Brittany extended her hand out to Jeanette. Jeanette's lip quivered for a second, but then she was bawling, running into her sister's embrace, knowing that everything was ok between the three of them. But something had still changed. Brittany was with Alvin, Eleanor was with Theodore, Jeanette was with Simon. And they were all with each other. It was like a clock where every complex, moving piece fit together so perfectly.
except this clock would never break, it would always tell the right time, and it would always be there whenever somebody needed it.
While the girls were having their touching moment, Brittany and Alvin out in the rain, Ellie and Jean in the bedroom, Theodore decided to do what he knew, he started to get out a plate of cookies for everyone to eat while Simon found one of Brittany's sappy romance movies and popped it into the DVD player. When they were done, they would be happy.
Of course, they were happy when they made up, but a romantic evening always helped with a mew girlfriend