Hurray for drabble number two! In no way related to the previous one. I won't give these a title or summary, but if necessary, I will add a rating and warning. As of now, there's no need for that. You all know these are Alvon so I'm not gonna bother with any heads up. I don't want any flames. I'm writing for me and if you all happen to like these, then that's a bonus.

Enjoy!

Simon jumped when Alvin barged into the room, following his entry with slamming the door so hard the room shook from the reverberation. "A little unnecessary, don't you think?" Simon inquired as he returned his gaze back to his textbook.

Alvin gave Simon a dirty look as he kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket onto his bed. It was quiet for a moment as Alvin got on his bed. He spent a few seconds angrily adjusting his pillow before settling against it, arms folded over his chest. "I give up," he announced.

"On what?" Simon prodded, scribbling down notes in his notebook as he read.

"On relationships. I quit."

Simon glanced at his older brother for a second before looking back down at his work. He tapped his pencil against his paper for a beat before letting out a breath. "You and Brittany break up again?"

Alvin looked over at Simon with narrowed eyes. "Yes, but it's not just her. It's all the relationships I've been in since I started dating."

Simon chuckled a bit at that. "Alvin, you've only dated a few girls. It'll take a while to find someone who complements your personality."

"If not Brittany, then who?"

Simon leaned further against his pillows and pondered the simple, yet complicated, question. "Well, for one, you're spontaneous, so maybe someone who thinks things through."

Alvin considered that quietly, still watching Simon.

"Or, since you tend to be emotional, you'd need someone more rational." Simon was back to skimming his book as he tossed out examples of a complementary personality for Alvin's.

Alvin soaked in this information as Simon drawled on. His heart picked up the pace as he felt his palms become clammy and his cheeks became flushed. "Simon?" he squeaked out.

Simon looked over at him, expression curious at the tone of voice.

"You do realize that..." Alvin paused to lick his lips, gaze darting away from Simon's. "You're using your own personality as an example of one that meshes well with mine..."

Simon's eyebrows furrowed as he went over what he'd been saying. After a moment, his own eyes widened and he looked back down at the book in his lap.

The silence that ensued was awkward and tense.