Addressing the anonymous review for the previous chapter: NO, Alvin is NOT younger than Simon. I dislike being asked questions about my stories through guest reviews because I can't click "reply" in my email and answer those questions. I'm going to give any of my followers who still think Alvin is younger than Simon a YouTube title to look up proof that Alvin is indeed the oldest of the Chipmunks. This is for the classic version of them, the one I base their designs off of in my stories. Here's the title (type it as shown): Solitude(Proof that Alvin is the Oldest)

Please watch it and take it for what it is: confirmation. Now that that is done, please read and enjoy drabble seven.

School, how Simon loved it. He was at his locker, switching out his books and notebooks for his next class when he felt a few people approach him. Glancing up, Simon sighed as he shut his locker. His daily tormentors, one of the few reasons he disliked school.

"What do you want now, Jimmy?" Simon deadpanned, glancing at his watch impatiently.

"Ouch, I'm hurt, Simon. I always look forward to running into you during the day." Jimmy feigned hurt, his cronies behind him snickering on cue.

"I'm gonna be late for class. If you'll let me pass." Simon tried to squeeze past the four students surrounding him. Jimmy, not having it, shoved Simon back against his locker and knocking his school supplies from his hands.

Simon grimaced briefly before glaring defiantly at his bullies.

"Hey!" Alvin's voice reached them shortly before he was forcing himself in front of Simon, blocking him as well as he could considering he was slightly shorter. "You touch him again, you're gonna regret it."

Simon glanced at Alvin, eyes wide and jaw slightly ajar. Alvin stood with his back straight and hands in fists at his sides. His blue eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched as he silently dared Jimmy and his lackeys to try something, anything.

Silence for several seconds before Jimmy scoffed and backed off, his followers giving dirty looks to the brothers as they trailed behind him.

It took a few more seconds for the rigidity to drain from Alvin's body. He turned to Simon, eyes immediately looking him over for injuries. "You okay, Si?"

Having recovered from his bout of shock, Simon smiled. "I'm alright. Thanks for that. You always did have a crazy impact on people. It's fascinating to watch."

Alvin's eyes brightened as he grinned, taking Simon's breath away in the process. "Yeah, well, I got your back, Si. Always."

Simon blinked a few times before hastily grabbing his forgotten books and notebooks from the floor. Straightening up, he kept his gaze downcast as he fidgetted with his book. "I appreciate it. A lot," Simon assured.

Alvin smiled wider as he watched Simon's cheeks flush. "Come on, I'll walk with you to class." He guided Simon away from his locker by tugging gently on his elbow and they began walking. Simon glanced at Alvin and caught his grin before he mirrored it back.