Webweirdo332 = Congratulations. You're really improving on your stories, I give you that.

Chipmunksforlife = Haha, when I look at your profile picture I imagine 15 year old teenager instead of a 21 year old adult. I completely forgot you have a family. May your marriage stay true and forever. (Can I marry your daughter? Lol, jk).

mrbucktheweasel6 = Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the family of poets. Jessica, I'm impressed. That's a nice poem there. But Xanders isn't the good guy.

vote4coolige15 = Shhh... your telling the secret here. Hush, my child.

MunkyRob = I heard that song because a friend of mine said "One Thing" By one D sounded like "I Want It That Way". I listened to the latter, and... well... eargasm.

AxB love artist = Where have you been!?

Brittany's Point Of View (I'm back... again)

I'm being honest, I've never been so proud in my whole life. I've never missed a view of their performance. I kept my eyes on them, I never looked away. My head rested on Alvin's chest as we both watch the first performance of our children. Their voices harmonized perfectly, and I could've sworn I heard a hint of Alvin's voice as they sang. I'm so proud of them. And don't forget AJ's solo. I never knew he could tap on a guitar - even I can't do that. And the way he swayed around reminded me of Alvin when we were performing together. The way he jumped, crouched, and felt the song, it mirrored Alvin's style completely.

I must be the proudest mother ever lived. I watched them as they hopped off the stage and scurried towards me. As they went closer, I came out of my chair and crouched to meet them with open arms. Ally was the first one to reach me, hopping up and landing into my arms. I gave her a warm embrace as my paws caressed her soft fur. I nuzzled her cheeks, doing everything to express my pride.

"Ally, that was great! I'm so proud of all of you." I leaned back and kissed her forehead.

"Mommy, are you crying?" She asked me. I felt the fur on my cheeks slightly wet, and my eyes were a bit watery. How come I barely noticed that?

"I'm just so proud." I said, now noticing the drop coming out of my eye.

Ally's paw was held up as she took one finger and wiped the tear that was about to drop. "We have you to thank, mommy. You and daddy." I feel like I could just squeeze her to death in a loving embrace. My daughter noticing something that I think I never did? And she's thanking me for it? What did I do exactly? "If it wasn't for you, Alvin wouldn't have done that guitar thingy."

I raised an eyebrow in question. "Why?"

Ally let go of me and stepped aside, giving me a view towards her siblings. AJ was standing in the middle of Alienelle and Bryon, holding up his father's black electric guitar. I noticed the first string was hanging from the bridge and neck the guitar, completely snapped in half. Did the string snap during the solo?

"Do you remember what you always tell us, mommy?" Alienelle spoke up for them. "Get up quickly and no one will notice. AJ's string snapped during his... uh..."

"Solo." AJ spoke for her.

"Yeah, solo. And then he just turned to that tapping thingy and it was really awesome! You should have seen it, mommy!''

My eyes remained locked at my son's profile. I heard what Alienelle was saying, yes, her melodic voice isn't easy to ignore. My mouth was agape. "Wow, Alvin, did you really pull that off?" I asked. This guitar skill was too advance for a kid especially for someone who just started last week. But maybe it's in the genes, maybe he inherited from Alvin.

AJ smiled. His grin reminds me of Alvin's devilish one, the one he used to make when he was about to do a stupid stunt. "Dad taught me everything!"

My head turned to Alvin standing right behind me. I couldn't believe it. He taught our son how to play that good in just less than a week? Alvin's eyes met mine and his lips formed into a smile. The same smile I can never resist. "Alvin, did you really teach him that in less than a week?" I asked unbelievably.

"Yeah, but I didn't expect him to know what frets to press down when the first string breaks. And another thing, that's a Floyd Rose guitar. When one string breaks, the rest of the strings will also be out of tune." He too, had an expression of disbelief. "AJ, that was a great comeback. I didn't teach you how to save yourself when a Floyd Rose snaps."

I looked back at AJ. I couldn't believe what just happened. For some reason, AJ had a shy grin on his face as he crossed his legs as if he's going to say something a bit embarrassing. "Yeah, well... I kinda... you know... took dad's notebook from the music room. Everything was there! And mom's pictures too."

As soon as I heard the last part, I couldn't help but shift my view back to Alvin. He seemed to have his mouth agape as he looked at AJ. When he looked at me, he placed an awkward grin. I too, teased him with the same grin. "Oh, Alvie..." I used his nickname, the one I haven't used in years. "Is there something your not telling me?"

"Those pictures were awesome!" AJ spoke up again. Then suddenly, a fear hit me. What if those pictures were... you know... and what if it ruined his innocence? And the picture was me! "I've seen all the places. Mom at the beach, mom at the deck of this ship, mom posing like a model on a magazine wearing a red dress."

"Wait, wait... Alvin, was it the red notebook or the black notebook?" Alvin asked, having a hint of nervousness in his voice. I knew it. He's had pictures of me all along. Not just normal pictures, but 'those' pictures. Well, I can't say I have a problem with that.

"The black notebook. Why?" AJ answered.

I looked at Alvin again and caught him sighing in relief. "Oh." He placed an awkward smile again and looked at me. "That was close."

I stood up and faced Alvin, placing a paw on his shoulder. I gave him a seductive grin. "Oh, Alvin... don't tell me you have 'those' type of pictures of me."

I saw Alvin's face turning pink. Haha, my favourite colour. "I... uh... hehe,... please don't kill me."

Kill him? Why? Because of the pictures? I should be happy about them. It means he wants me and only me, no one else. I licked my lips seductively then wrapped my arms around him. "You know, if you really wanted me that bad, you could've just asked, you know..." I whispered closer to his ear, trying to draw my warmest breath. "I would have worked things out..." Seductively, I licked the outer part of his ear, feeling his soft, silky hair against my tongue. "...just for you."

"Because I didn't think you'd be in a mood."

"Not in a mood? That's a bad excuse, Alvin." I whispered close to his ear again, drawing warm breath. "I love mating with you. I'm always in a mood."

We pulled out of the hug, staring dreamily into each other's eyes. Oh, I'll never get enough of him. His eyes alone are enough to make me weak to my knees. "Naughty girl." Alvin teased me.

Yes, I am. Just for him, I'll be the naughtiest girl in the world. I'd do anything to please him. "Coming from the chipmunk who stole dirty pictures of his mate."

Alvin raised his paws in defence. "Guilty. But at least you're not mad at me.''

''I'm not mad." I leaned in and pecked him on the lips. I licked my lips, savouring his taste. "But I'm so going to be on top of you tonight. Any argument is invalid."

He shrugged. "Well, I guess that's fair."

"But how'd you get those pictures of me anyway?" I asked.

"Trust me, Brit, you don't want to know." He told me. Well, he did get those pictures of me. The question's not important. It's not like he took pictures of Jeanette or Eleanor.

"But you fantasized about it a few times before, didn't you?" I asked, grinning teasingly.

"Don't kill me." He said.

To be honest, I kind of like the fact that he fantasized about it. "Don't worry, I won't. But I'm still on top."

He smiled and chuckled for a moment before speaking again. "Oh, hey, would you like a drink?" He motioned to the human sized wine bottle and chipmunk sized wine glasses.

According to the label of the bottle, the wine had a little alcohol in its contents. But I'm not sure if I should drink. Should I really? I've never drunk anything alcoholic before. Maybe Alvin gave me some wine on our first date, but that was non-alcoholic. Is he trying to get me drunk so he can have his chance on me? Nah. Alvin would never do that. Even if he would, I wouldn't have any problem. I'm his mate and all.

But like I said, I've never drunk anything alcoholic before. What would Dave say if he sees me... tipsy? And what would the kids think of me? What would people think of me? I'm an alcoholic mother? Whoa, hold it. I'm not alcoholic. I've never drunk any beer or wine before.

But still, one glass won't hurt, right?

. . . . . . .

Alvin

It's been three hours after the kids' performance. Had to say, AJ's very talented. Tapping? Alvin learned that in less than a week, and so did he. But how to get up when the Black Beauty's (Alvin's Floyd Rose guitar's name) string breaks? He didn't teach him that. And it took him a month to figure out how to save himself in case the Black Beauty string breaks. And AJ learned it in less than a week! Well, not surprising. He DID read his notebook. The black notebook.

Yeah, the black notebook. Good thing he didn't take the red one. You do NOT want to know what's in the red notebook. Sure, it contained some tips on how to play a guitar, but sandwiched between it were pictures of Brittany... don't ask what kind. Don't worry, the pictures were Brittany's. Nothing from Jeanette or Eleanor, honest. Brittany's the only one who 'turns him on'. Where'd he get those pictures? Don't ask.

Yeah, so he kept pictures of his mate. So what? Everybody has their own secrets. And what's Brittany's secret? Let's say she's a bit too wild when she gets tipsy. She's had a couple of glass and now she's dancing like a model for an adult magazine on the dance floor.

Okay, so why again did he ask Brittany to drink a glass of wine? He doesn't know. But when she took a glass, she started coming back for more, and let's just say "Drunk" is an understatement for her. It's like she's out of this world and her actions now are inappropriate for children to watch.

Alvin sat on the table, observing Brittany as she made her move at the centre of the dance floor. He was lucky he allowed the kids to play outside or the they'd be asking him "What's wrong with mommy?" or "Is mom getting crazy?". This used to be a debut for the kids, and now look what's happening. Brittany's at the centre of the dance floor, wasted, dancing like a pro and she's got a few drunk people surrounding her whistling at her.

"Alvin, what did you do to my sister?" A voice called out from the other side of the table. Jeanette was glaring at him, Simon right beside her.

"I think she had a little too much tonight." Alvin answered.

"How much?"

"Uh..." He looked over to the bottle of wine and noticed it was nearly dry. He grinned shyly at Simon and Jeanette. "Uh... the whole bottle?"

Simon slapped his own face disappointedly. "Alvin, didn't you realize that's a human sized bottle? Four percent Alcohol content? Two small glasses are enough to get one chipmunk tipsy, and you let her take the whole bottle away?"

"Eleanor had two glasses!" Alvin argued.

"Hey, at least I'm not dancing like a maniac!" Eleanor glared. "Alvin, you better get my sister out of there before she embarrasses herself! I don't want my kids to see her like this! You better get her out of here before they come back or I'll break that bottle and shove the shards down your throat!"

Alvin raised his paws in defence. "Hey, easy! What's with you?"

Theodore held her back and looked at Alvin apologetically. "Sorry. It's her fourth glass. I'll make sure she doesn't drink any more." He apologized. "But I agree, Alvin. You better take her home before the kids see her."

"But what about our kids?"

"Don't worry, we'll take them home. Did you bring your car?"

"No."

"Here, take mine. It's in the back of the limo." Theodore took his keys from his pocket and tossed it to Alvin. He caught it without hardship.

"Thanks, Theo."

Making sure his keys were in his pocket, he stood up from his chair and walked cautiously to the dance floor. He knew Brittany was going to make a move on him, so he better be careful. As soon as he weaved through the crowd, Brittany was already on her knees, her position was definitely inappropriate. Alvin wanted to stay here and watch her do that, but with other people watching, it just didn't feel right. Shaking his arousal away, he walked closer to Brittany, ignoring the loud bang of the music against his ears.

As soon as Brittany got up from her inappropriate sitting position, she looked at him. Her eyes were quarters closed and her face was red. Okay, she's definitely drunk. Alvin walked closer to her, but before he could say anything Brittany spoke up first.

"Alvin!" Her voice was already slurred. "Come on, join me." She could smell the alcohol from her breath.

"No, Brittany, that's enough."

She pouted. "Oh, do I have to?" Again, she tried to seduce him. It nearly worked this time. "Maybe this'll change your mind." Without warning, Brittany opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against his lips, getting access into his mouth right away. Brittany excitedly licked the insides of his mouth like a dog drinking from a water bowl.

Alvin could taste the wine in her mouth. Her natural taste aroused him even more. He nearly kissed her back, but then he felt her paw going for his thighs. With people watching, that didn't feel right. He pulled away. "Brittany, okay, that's enough. You had your fun. I'm taking you home."

Brittany wrapped Alvin in an embrace and blew seductively on his ear. "Oh, Alvin, you're so romantic. Oh yes, please take me home. I need a hot chipmunk with me now."

"Brittany! Stop it!" Alvin said, but she didn't seem to hear him.

"Mate with me."

"Brittany, I am so not in a mood for this right now! I'm so taking you home before you make a fool out of yourself!"

"Yes, take me home."

Alvin just rolled his eyes as he walked Brittany out of the crowd. God, she was already staggering hard. It was hard to keep her from falling. Alvin said goodbye to his brothers once more before heading towards the door. Alvin held Brittany as they walked along the hall, passing the side of the ship. In the meantime, Brittany kept saying inappropriate things and it wasn't easy to shut her up.

"Brittany, that's it, you're never going to a party ever again."

"You're still taking me home, right?" Her voice was slur. "It's worth it."

The sun was already down. The sky's already black, and there were stars everywhere. Even the clouds can't hide the moon's glow. Tonight's a full moon, and that must be the reason why Brittany's aroused. She's acting like she's in heat, but that's just the premature heat that goes out every full moon. The waters were calm, and the waves could be heard. By the time they got out of the ship, the limousine was already outside and waiting. The chauffeur opened the trunk and took Theodore's car, setting it down.

With a word of acknowledgement, Alvin reached for the key and opened the passenger's door, letting Brittany slip in. But before he could close the door, Brittany's seductive face looked at him with a smile. It took everything in him to resist her. "Oh, so we're doing it in Theodore's car." She licked her lips. "Alvin, you're a naughty munk."

"Can't it, Brittany. We're going home. You're drunk."

''Oh, come on. I'm still sober." That, in fact, wasn't true.

"No you're not. And you're never drinking again. Ever." Alvin said as he gently closed the door and slipped into the passenger's side.

. . . . . . .

Jeremy

Okay, it's official. Ryan's insane! He doesn't want to simply kidnap a son of Alvin, but he wants to keep him barely alive! Tonight, he's been planning about it. He's going to take them tonight. And what's worst is Xanders's with him!

Glancing at his watch, it's nearly 9 o' clock, and the chipmunks are going to come home very soon. Ryan's plan was full proof, and there's nothing stopping it. He knew the chauffeur has a gun, every chauffeur has. And now, the gang is scattered around the street, hiding in different dark alleys. It was him, Ryan, and Xanders.

Ryan and Xanders want their revenge, but he doesn't want to take part of this. He doesn't want to hurt those innocent creatures. Criminy, they're just kids! They barely know Ryan exists!

No, he can't take part of this. He won't. He'll end up in jail or worst. But what can he do? Ryan's their leader. They stand up for him and Xanders, and if it wasn't for him, they'd be living in the streets.

His phone rang and he quickly reached for his pocket. Looking at the caller's I.D., it was Ryan. The heck does he wants now? Pressing the call button, he placed the phone against his ear.

"What?" He asked.

"Xan said he saw a green car about the size of an RC heading for this street. But there's only that rat and his girlfriend. If they pass here, kick them off the road. If possible, knock that rat's lights out and take her girlfriend." With that, Ryan hang up.

He thought for a while, he barely noticed his phone falling to the ground. His hands found its way to his face, touching it slightly. If Ryan thinks this is easy, then the scars on his face must've healed. He still remembers the blood the came out of his face when Alvin scratched him multiple times for taking Brittany.

He sighed. He can't do this. He can't and he won't. But what about himself? Live in the streets? He's already living a life of crime, so why not? Criminy, this is all Ryan's fault. The expulsion, the scars on his face, the chipmunks hating him, it's all his fault. If he hadn't taken Brittany in the first place, Alvin never would have scratched all of them. They never would have gotten suspended. The Department of Education never would've found out about their actions and they never would have been expelled.

This is his fault. This is all Ryan's fault.

Reaching for his phone from the ground, he tried to remember his number. Luckily, he remembered his number like the back of his hand. How could he forget? He was the one who signed their expulsion papers, his number was written on the documents, and he never forgot it. He dialled his number, his finger reluctantly pressing the call button.

The ringtone beeped for a few minutes before someone finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, good evening. Is this Dave Seville?"