Yay! Good news- I came back with another awesome chapter. I'm also extending this into a five-part story. Woohoo! Bad news- now that I'm back from Ohio, I now have to go to a family reunion in Mississippi and after that, my aunt's wedding in Georgia (So romantic!). So if I don't upload anything soon, I'm really sorry. I will find time after school to upload (Yes. When I return, I will have to start high school). So just enjoy anything I upload today.

Part 2

The next three weeks were complete hell.

Theodore tried his hardest to keep his cool, following Brittany's constant orders and rants and lectures. Don't burp in front of the cheerleaders. Wear your hair this way and wear these clothes so you don't look like a total slob. Getting into certain sports doesn't make you too cool, but makes you cool enough to be recognized by a cheerleader. Don't pick at your teeth, touch your nose, sneeze, barf, fart, and so on. Trying to process and remember this information was like trying to juggle on a unicycle while baking a cake and singing the national anthem. It was virtually impossible.

Brittany wasn't doing any better. She was near pulling her hair out, she was so frustrated. Theodore asked so many questions, and he was so completely socially and physically inept. It was like he had no other skills than eating and cooking. She was going to be bopped to the bottom instead of the top if she didn't figure out anything to convince her friends and that Vanessa chick that Theo was some super-hot transfer student or something. How is he such an amazing singer but can't even hold a lacrosse stick the right way? It just went to show that not all guys were good at sports.

It was hard, but thanks to early-morning jogs around the park, a strict diet, enrollment into the school's under-appreciated volleyball team, and serious encouragement from friends and siblings alike, it was time for his debut appearance.

"Where the heck are they?" Brittany paced at the foot of the Chipmunks' stairs, checking her orchid-colored watch for the billionth time.

"I'm sure everything's fine, Britt," Eleanor said casually, playing Cooking Mama on her limited-edition green personalized Nintendo DS.

"But I sent them up there 90 minutes ago," Brittany replied, continuously pacing. "They should be down by now."

"Wow, you counted the minutes? I'm surprised, Britt," Jeanette teased, peeking at her over her glasses as she finished her science homework .

Brittany glared at her. "This is not the time for jokes, Netta. This is a matter of life and death. Both our social statuses are on the line here. If he doesn't ace this, he will be a social outcast, and I'll end up working in the drive-thru at McDonald's."

"Uh, yeah, I think I want fries with that," Eleanor joked, smirking behind the game.

Jeanette giggled, then continued chewing her already-gnawed pencil.

Brittany rolled her eyes and stared up the staircase in anticipation.

Alvin and Simon came downstairs, wide grins on their faces.

Brittany rushed to them, gripping Alvin's shirt. "Oh my God, what have you two done to him? Is he okay? Did everything fit? Is he nervous? Maybe I should go check on him…"

"Whoa, calm down. He's not dying," Alvin said, pulling Brittany off him.

"But he looks a lot better," Simon added eagerly.

Brittany noticed the grins on their faces and raised an eyebrow. "What are you two-"

"Come on down, Theo!" the two boys called to the top of the stairs.

As soon as he stepped out of the shadows, Brittany gasped.

She had never seen someone so… beautiful.

He came downstairs in the brown jacket, green t-shirt, and jeans that Brittany had gotten him on the shopping trip that she'd dragged him on. His hair was ruffled slightly. The look on his face said, I just rolled out of bed, but I still look hot (which, in this case, was pretty true, since Brittany had woken them up at 6:30 that morning to put his look together. Dave had left half an hour earlier than that to go to work). His face was thinner, and his shirt and jacket actually made him look more muscular than he actually was (though she made him do practically a hundred sit-ups a day to flatten out the excess weight in his stomach).

She didn't believe it could be done. She actually had serious doubts. But she had done it.

He was actually…hot.

Her sisters must've been thinking the same thing, because Jeanette unknowingly snapped the pencil in her mouth in half, and Eleanor didn't even notice that her steak was burning, even when Mama got mad.

The boys grinned proudly at their handiwork.

"So, whatcha think?" Alvin asked, putting an elbow on Theodore's shoulder.

"Uh…." The three girls didn't necessarily know how to answer the question. They were still gawking at the transformed boy in front of them.

Simon snickered. "Judging by the way they're drooling, I think we did a pretty good job."

Alvin nodded contently, smirking. "Yep, I would say so, too."

Brittany was the first one to snap out of it. "Please, Alvin. Like I would drool over my client. Especially your brother."

"Riiiight." Alvin rolled his eyes mischievously.

Theodore looked a little hurt by the comment, but tried to shake it off.

"Are you sure you didn't lock your brother in a closet somewhere and bring his hot second cousin or something?" Eleanor said faintly, still entranced.

"Yeah, 'cause he's really cute," Jeanette echoed, gazing at Theodore.

The two Chipmunks' smirks faded, feelings of insecurity taking over. Maybe they were a little too good…

"So, are you ready to go, Theo?" Brittany grabbed her purse and backpack off the floor and turned for the door.

"Britt?"

Brittany turned and saw Theodore coming toward her. She gently pushed her bangs out of her face. "What is it-"

She was interrupted by Theodore, who wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She found herself staring up at him. How did he get so tall?

"Thank you, Britt," Theodore whispered into her ear. "This means a lot to me. I really hope we're still good friends."

Brittany gave him a confused glare. "As opposed to…"

Theodore chuckled and pulled her closer to him.

"Theo…I…um…" Brittany found herself breathing in the light scent of his cologne (No doubt borrowed from Alvin) and feeling the gentle ridges of his now-sculpted chest that was covered by his shirt. He felt so warm, so strong, so…amazing….

"Okay, that's enough!" Brittany said shakily, pulling away from him and trying to shake a claustrophobic feeling that crept up her spine. The way he held her was way too close. "Let's just go, okay? I don't need to be late for school again." She grabbed Theodore's wrist and pulled him out the door.

The others followed them out the door.

As they left, Alvin leaned into Eleanor and whispered, "You really think he's that hot?"

Eleanor rolled her eyes and walked ahead.

"What?" he yelled, following her.

"Okay, this is your final test," Brittany said when they got to school. "Relax. This is not too bad. Just stick by me. If anyone does or says anything offending, don't do anything. Don't flinch, don't shake your fist, and don't even have the slightest temptation of flipping them off. Just keep going. Don't trip over you feet. I know you have coordination problems, but try not to take it out on your face, okay? Just stare straight ahead and look cool."

Theodore nodded automatically, and Brittany could tell that everything was trying to sink in.

"Here we go. Ready?"

Theodore nodded again, too fearful to speak.

Brittany took a deep breath and linked her arm through Theodore's. "One… Two…"

Instead of saying three, Brittany pushed the doors open and the two walked down the hall at the same time.

Everyone looked at Brittany, which was typical... but some did a double take on the guy that was next to her.

Especially the girls.

"OMG, who is that?"

"I don't know. Is he an exchange student or something?"

"Whoever he is, he is hot."

"I know, right? He's totally cute. He has to be from some other school."

Brittany smirked. It was definitely working. Students couldn't take their eyes off the couple.

As soon as they got to their lockers, the two burst into fits of giggles.

"That was a pretty awesome feeling," Theodore said, beaming.

"Yeah. Did you see those freshmen? They couldn't stop staring!" Brittany laughed.

Theodore stopped laughing and stared at her with affectionate eyes. "Yeah. I know the feeling…."

Brittany stopped too and noticed this, hoping he didn't mean what she thought he meant.

She blushed at the compliment, anyway, running her fingers through her hair in slight embarrassment. She smiled, and felt relief when he smiled back.

Something in his smile comforted her…

Brittany blinked. What was she doing? She scoffed, rolling her eyes to her locker and pretending to be busy with her locker combination. When she finally got it open after fumbling with it for a few minutes, she hid her burning face behind the locker door and unnervingly pulled her books out. What are you doing? You cannot flirt with him. Not after how far you've gone to dress him up for some other girl. He wants her, not you.

That last thought didn't do much to comfort her.

"Well, Theodore, I'm certainly…impressed," Amanda giggled later at cooking class, watching him whisk the batter and pour it into a cooking pan. "You're definitely one of the best of all my students.

Best-looking is what she means, Brittany thought bitterly as she watched all the females in class swoon over the new Theodore, having a very sudden interest in his cooking. Even the teacher flirted it up with him, gaping with overenthusiastic expressions on her face. She tried to have Theodore teach for the class, hoping that he would help with cutting onions and other things that involved standing close to him.

It was pathetic, and she was sure the burly football players were on her side as well. She could tell by the way that they gave Theodore threatening looks.

He didn't care. He seemed to be having the time of his life.

Brittany couldn't get out of that class fast enough. She was thoroughly disgusted, but she didn't know why. But whatever was riding up her pink skirt, it had better get out fast.

"Brittany?"

"WHAT?" Brittany lashed out. She realized that it was Theodore, and lowered her voice. "Oh. Hey, Theodore. What is it?"

"I was just wondering why you ran out like that." Theodore widened his eyes to show his concern. "You never do that unless you're really… well…pissed."

Brittany turned away from him, her nose defiantly in the air. Now was not the time to break down. "It's time to test your social skills at lunch. Come." She walked to the cafeteria entrance.

Theodore followed, not sure how this answered his question, but curious as to how this fit in with training.

"See those cheerleaders over there?" Brittany asked, pointing to a table that had a few juniors in their uniforms.

"Yes," Theodore answered, looking around for Vanessa.

"Try to get at least five phone numbers," Brittany said, gently pushing him along. "Remember what I taught you."

Theodore nodded, taking yoga breaths that Brittany showed him to calm his nerves, then casually strutted into the lunchroom.

Brittany noticed that the room had been reduced to only a few scattered murmurs. She snuck in, grabbing the usual chicken salad and fruit cup, but this time grabbing a regular Coke from the vending machine and even daring to get a Snickers bar as well.

She slid in next to Jeanette at their table and sneaked a peek at the table. "How do you think it's going so far?"

"Are you seriously going to eat that?" Alvin teased, pointing to the candy bar on her tray.

Brittany answered the question by unwrapping the Snickers and happily taking a bite. She moaned contently.

Alvin raised an eyebrow at her behavior. "You're crazy. You know that?"

"Thanks," Brittany replied, washing it down with the Coke.

Theodore came to the table wordlessly.

Brittany gave him a look. "What happened?"

He pulled out lipstick-stained napkins, colorful, torn pieces of paper, and even pulled both of the sleeves of his jacket up.

All had different numbers, all from different girls.

"Wow," Alvin said as he stared at the different numbers.

Brittany looked through the different materials and even examined the pink and purple Sharpie on his suntanned arms. "What did you do, throw yourself at them?"

"Everything but," Theodore chuckled, giving her a proud smile. "So, how did I do, my Beautifully Evil Mistress?"

Brittany grinned at the pet name. "I have to say, I'm pretty impressed, Theodore. You did well for your first test."

Theodore beamed. "Really? You think so? Do I have what it takes to woo Vanessa now?"

Brittany didn't want to answer that question. She didn't like thinking about the fact that Vanessa would be with him. For some reason, Britt didn't want to hand Theo over so easily…

"Britt?"

"Hmm?" she hummed, lost in thought.

"You okay?" Theodore asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

His touch mad her spine tingle, and she wiggled away from him to avoid the sensation. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. I-I… Excuse me…"

She ran out of the cafeteria, trying to get her thoughts together. She tried to catch her breath as she leaned on the door frame, panting. She could feel anxiety and uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. Was it her imagination…or was she just going insane?

She came out here all because she was uneasy about Vanessa and Theodore.

Brittany sighed. Where's a drink when you need one?

"Britt, what's wrong?" Theodore asked, coming out of the cafeteria. He stared at her with worry in his innocent green eyes.

She turned away from his gaze. "Nothing. Just needed some air. It was getting hot in there."

"Oh, okay," Theodore said solemnly, reaching out to her.

She withered away from him, even though secretly she appreciated that he cared.

"Hey, guys. What's up?"

Theodore froze and stammered.

Brittany pursed her lips. "Hey, V."

"Is he going to be okay?" Vanessa asked Brittany, staring at them with a sweet smile on her face. She pointed at Theodore, who was still babbling.

Brittany gave her a tight smile. "He's fine. He's just a little…startled." As soon as she said "startled," she elbowed Theodore to stop him from gawking.

"Oh." Vanessa nodded, eyeing Theodore like a lion would size up a gazelle. "Well, I didn't think that Theodore was the…popular type."

Brittany smiled pridefully, putting an arm around the still-gawking and blushing Chipmunk. "Yep. He's my little protégé. I'm molding him into the popular image."

Vanessa grinned at him. "Yeah, I think you did a pretty good job."

Brittany gave her a wide false grin.

"Can I have a minute alone with Theodore for a sec?"

Brittany faltered a little, but stepped back into the cafeteria reluctantly, going back to her table.

"What's with you?" Alvin asked, noticing the discomfort on her face.

"Nothing," she lied, gnawing the Snickers on her tray sadly.

Jeanette reached out to her melancholy sister, but Brittany pulled away. She didn't need the sympathy.

She waited for Theodore to come, severely hoping that he would turn her down. Just in case V asked him out.

Which she wouldn't.

She hoped.

Her hope wasn't enough, because almost automatically Theodore came back to the table with an ear-to-ear grin, a bright pink lipstick stain on his left cheek, and a neatly folded, violet-colored Post-It clutched in his hand.

Brittany felt the urge to vomit that bite of Snickers she just took. "Don't tell me…"

"She told me to call her tonight and ask what time I should pick her up for the movies," Theodore said in an excited voice.

The whole table cheered. Except for one particular Chipette...

"Way to go, Theo," Jeanette said.

"That's awesome, Theodore!" Eleanor chirped.

"That's really great," Simon agreed.

"Awesome, dude!" Alvin encouraged, slapping Theodore on the back. "Congrats on your first date with a real girl."

Theodore knit his brows. "As opposed to…"

"Hey! I was his first girlfriend," Eleanor said, looking at Alvin offensively. "Are you saying I'm not a real girl?"

Alvin blushed, starting to babble, flustered. "Well… it's not like… I just meant… uh…"

Eleanor gave him a look that said, Just drop it, but we'll talk about it later.

Alvin gladly shut himself up.

As they all congratulated Theodore, Brittany sank lower in her chair, a scowl settling on her face. She knew she should be happy for him, but couldn't bring herself to be glad. In fact, she was a little angry at him for taking it. What was so great about that underdeveloped sophomore anyway? She knew she had better curves than her. She knew she was better than her in all areas, especially cheerleading. How dare she make a move on him. How dare she even think about him. Why couldn't she get the message that he was hers…?

Brittany blinked. That last one had caught her a little off guard. But it didn't matter anyway. That sophomore already had him wrapped around her finger, anyway. He shouldn't matter, anyway. He was just some junior lowlife-turned-Abercrombie hottie. An old friend she helped out of the goodness of her heart. That's all. Nothing else.

Unless…

"Brittany? Are you sure you're okay? You look a little out of it."

Brittany looked up at Theodore, who was still standing next to her with his wide eyes and stretched torso… "Yeah, I'm fine. And I'm really happy for you, Theo. Really, I am."

Theodore smiled at her genuinely. "Thanks, Britt."

Brittany mustered up the most authentic smile she could. "No problem, Theo."

They kept their eyes on each other until Theodore reluctantly went to his seat next to Simon.

Brittany watched him a little while longer, then looked away and realized that her Snickers was gone. She snuck away to the vending machine to get another one.

Man, Britt's falling pretty hard for Theo. I really hope they end up together. Oh, wait. I wrote this.

Will they end up together? Will Brittany drown herself in comfort food first? Will I have a great time at my events next week?

To be continued...

(I hate when TV programs do that. Did they not already tell us in commercials that the episode was going to be into two parts already? Almost as annoying as when they announce a winner after the commercial break. Okay, now I must be boring you. Review while I'm away! Click if you love Snickers!)