Chapter 5: Crashing Down

Alvin eye's slowly opened, his whole body aching. He rubbed his temples, and looking around he realized he was sprawled out on his floor. He bit his lip, brows furrowing as he got deep in thought.

"Wh-what happened last night?" He questioned, asking himself. He thought back to the previous night, him walking into his house, to when he heard a knock on the door, then nothing. Had he fallen asleep, he didn't know. He felt a lump form in his throat, gagging. "Why don't I remember?"

Getting to his feet, he wiggled his toes. Silently, he crept toward his clock and in bright glowing emerald numbers they read six thirty…p.m.! Alvin's eyes bulged at the sight, chocking on his own thoughts. Holy…, I'm supposed to be at Food from Paradise soon! How did I sleep in so late, if I fell asleep so early? Or did I, am I missing something, Alvin wondered to himself. He bit his lip at the troubling questions, drawing blood in the process.

He scrambled into his bed room, throwing his clothes about. Finally he found it, his dark red tux that came with its own little black tie. He immediately threw his pajamas off, tossing them onto the floor hastily. Yanking on his suit, he tightened his tie. He looked down onto his watch, twenty five minutes; he could make it, right? Placing on white mud consumed sneaker, he jogged from his house, accidently leaving his door wide open, and someone crept in, chuckling to herself.

At Food from Paradise:

Alvin pulled into the driveway, jerking to a sudden stop. Checking himself in his rearview mirror, he licked his finger and wiped his brow. "Perfect, handsome as always, just handsome enough for hanging out with Britt!"

Suddenly two hands were placed on the side of his car. Poking her head in, Brittany batted her eyes. Her eyelashes were long and coated in eye-liner, her eye lids applied with a perfect amount of pink eyes shadow, and dark pink lipstick coated her lips. Brittany that witch, the words replayed in Alvin's mind. He shook his head, blinking. What the heck- where did that come from?

"O-oh, hey Brittany, what's up?" Alvin asked casually, takes his silver keys out from his car as they clanged together created what sounded like musical notes, nearly. He dropped them, and as he bent down, he felt fingers touch the back of his skull, causing pain to spread from that spot down. "OUCH!" He yelped out in pain.

"Sorry Alvin, but where did you get that huge gash on your head?" Brittany asked concerned, placing hands on her hips, "what did you do this time?"

"What gash? I have a gash on the back of my head, seriously?" Alvin said mostly to himself, but to Brittany as well. Placing a gentle finger in the same spot Brittany had, he felt pain seep down into his spine. He shuddered, blinking in confusion.

"Feel it? It's so wide, dried blood is all around it. Did you fall down the stairs or something?" Brittany questioned, her beautiful sky blue eyes raised in concern, giving him a worried glance.

"Um…err… so, what are we eating for dinner?"

"ALIIIIIIIIIVIN, you tell me right now." Brittany growled her foot tapping in anger. Alvin dug his nails into his palms as blood began to seep out. I don't want to worry her, but… how can I lie, about a gash without worrying her?

"Uh…, I honestly have no clue what happened." Alvin said heaving a sigh; he closed his eyes, trying to force his mind to show him, tell him what had happened to him, what he had done.

"Alvin, I'm asking you this once to tell me the truth, and what do I get? A lie! You haven't matured a bit!" Brittany sighed, biting her lip as her delicate stubby hands curled into fists, "I thought maybe you changed, but you didn't!"

"Honestly Britt! I'm not joking, last night I went home at four or something, and then nothing. I can't remember anything after that! Nothing, it's just…, blank." Alvin replied look at Brittany with pleading eyes. "You've gotta believe me!" Brittany pursed her lips, rubbing them together. Staring at Alvin intently, she gave him a cold glare.

"Alvin, if I find that you're lying I swear, when I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name!" Brittany replied coolly, her hardened face softening, "so, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I would never go on to be so low, that I'd lie about that, not even I would go so low, at least, I don't think I would." Alvin said absent minded, his face pale.

"Alvin, I'm concerned. Tell me, what do you remember…?" Brittany questioned, her face burning in worry, hoping that it would be that one, single night.

"Well, I remember the chipettes, the chipmunks, you're marrying Theo, Lil, Edith, Jack, Dave, Clair, Toby, Julie-," Alvin began, listing the names off his list from the back of his jumbled mind.

"Alvin, skip who you remember."

"Will, fine, jeez. Anyway, I remember the ages from 3-15, then that day when we were… shipwrecked? That's fuzzy, not that bad. Then I remember everything from 16-19, except the week after Lil and I were visiting her sister and brother Edith and Jack. Then I remember everything until yesterday night from four 'till six thirty." Alvin said, looking up into Brittany's eyes.

"Alvin, you poor thing, I should get you to the hospital, I won't let you walk around like that Alvin, that isn't good!" Brittany said, grabbing his arm and pulling him into her own dark pink jeep.

"Britt, not the pink one, I dislike pink, still." Alvin whined, his mouth in a tight line.

"Alvin, stop complaining. Here are the rules, no buts, ifs, whys, and buts. Got it? Good." Brittany said, placing her hand on the coal color steering wheel as she began to drive steadily. Alvin collected his memories, and then sighed. The worst thing of all was that he was supposed to be catching with Britt, not going into a hospital.

"Brittany, I'm fine I swear. Nothing is wrong!" Alvin pleaded, glancing at her with a secret smile. Around her, he felt all bubbly inside, and his insides thawed out ever since he saw her again, but his heart was still a bit on the gloom side. Why would she marry Theodore?

"You are far from fine Alvin, when you mysteriously end up with a gash, and don't remember certain things in your life, you go to the doc, because, it just isn't normal Alvin. So stop complaining or I'll throw you out the window, and then you'll have more things to worry about."

"Stop threatening me!" Alvin hissed, his eyes burning with anger.

"Then you stop yelling at me!" Brittany hissed back, her voice full of hate.

"I AM NOT YELLING, SHUT YOUR YAP!" Alvin shouted his eyes lit up like a burning fire. Brittany's two orbs, which stayed on the road in front of her, became lit with sadness.

"You're a jerk!" Brittany shouted back, giving him a strong glare. Hatred filled her eyes as she stared at him intently, he stared back. Turning her gaze back to the road, she heaved a saddened sigh.

"I'm not the jerk, you are!" Alvin said back, the gash on his head began to sting again, pain rushing from his scalp. It traveled down his spine like sudden jolt of electricity, and he shuddered. He tried to stop the pain, but he couldn't. Nothing could stop it, and his aching heart certainly didn't help.

"You are a moron!"

"Look Britt, I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have yelled but, you were being annoying." Alvin sighed, giving her an apologetic look. Brittany's eyes only seemed to harden like rocks, locked on the road. The hum of silence buzzed in the car, nothing more than was said for a long time. To Alvin, it felt like days. He swallowed, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat, but it was stuck, as if clinging to the sides. Finally, a girly high pitched voice broke into the silence like a knife slicing a cake.

"You're terrible at apologizing I hope you know," Brittany began with a slight giggle, "but I'll try to find it in my heart to forgive you."

"Oh gee, thanks." Alvin replied sarcastically, with a sudden roll of his eyes. Brittany's eyes left the road completely, giving him a glare, her face fuming in rage.

"I'M SICK OF YOU BEING A SMARTY PANTS, ALVIN! CAN'T YOU SEE I-," But before another word was spoken, the car screeched to a stop, the throbbing pain in Alvin's temples and gash took over his skull as his eyes began to close. The car crashed into another, the glass scattered. Reaching for Brittany's hand, she smiled at him wearily, "Alvin," She whispered, "I'm glad you're here." She closed her eyes, her head falling gently onto the wheel of the car; Alvin smiled to, before he passed out cold.

Author's Note: I hope this chapter was interesting, I certainly think it was!

Questions to think about: Will Alvin and Brittany be okay? How snuck into Alvin's house?

Promises for the next chapter: The next chapter is a surprise, but I do promise it'll be interesting.

Thanks too: The people who have read and reviewed my last chapter, love you! (In a friend like way, heehee.)