Ok guys, go with me on this. This story's about Alvin and Brittany, correct. Yet here we are in our 6th chapter and your thinking "Where the heck is Alvin?" I'm trying to hurry it along as quickly as possible. XD This story was actually supposed to have Brittany and Stephen together by the end of the 2nd chapter. Yet I didn't get to do it till the 5th because I had to elaborate on their relationship a little more. So I did. lol. But still time kinda skips a bit. There were context clues but apparently not enough because some of you don't know. So my bad. XD So now it's been months since that night at the party. It was a back to school party and now we're at the football homecoming which is usually in the winter. Get it?

Purple and blue lights were scattered throughout the spacious gym. The room was filled to capacity with a mass of bodies. A slow rhythm and blues beat echoed off the gym walls engulfing the students in its music. It was the Homecoming at Phillip Brew High and the place was abuzz with commotion.

In the center of the floor, Brittany and Stephen stood together… His arms circling her waist, her arms draped around his neck… their bodies slowly swaying to the song. They both seemed to be caught in deep thought, capturing the bliss of the moment and sealing it in.

"How'd I wind up with someone as great as you?" Stephen whispered.

The ends of Brittany's mouth turned up slightly.

"Just lucky I guess..." Brittany murmured, her eyes cascading down to the shiny linoleum floor.

She was trying to enjoy herself... truly she was... but there was something wrong. Something that caused shivers to creep down her spine and make her hands clammy. Her mind kept drifting... and although she knew without a doubt she was dancing with one of best looking guys in the entire school... something was wrong.

Stephen Allen was everything a girl could want. He had a golden tan and perfect skin ... there were little dimples in the sides of his cheeks... and you could get lost in his eyes ;which were this exciting gold with specks of rusty brown. He smiled all the time... this perfect, full, smile that could make any girl's heart rush. When he smiled, when he laughed… it made you want to do so as well…

He held the door open for her all the time, and was constantly pulling out her chair. He held Brittany's hand wherever they went and was never afraid to tell his friends about their relationship... he almost seemed to brag when he said it. His arms would wrap around her shoulder when she was cold. And he always insisted on paying whenever they went anywhere.

This seemed great. She must be crazy to not see the beauty and natural luck she had, right? But Brittany couldn't help but think that something was missing. Sure he was nice... and good looking... and thoughtful... and yeah, they had great chemistry... he made her grin and giggle... and she felt like a princess when she was with him... but...

He never got jealous. They never argued. He was never late. He called every night. He carried her books to class. He bought everything and refused to make her pay. He kissed her hand in public and made her blush. He whispered beautiful thoughts in her ear when they were close. He never got mad when she had to cancel their plans even just to hang out with her friends. He sometimes stayed after school to just watch her cheerleading practices and always committed on how great she was. He was always there for her… whenever she needed him. They didn't always need to talk… sometimes… they'd just walk. He smiled and looked at her like she was his everything.

And…

She hated it.

She kept expecting him to slip up and make a mistake... but he didn't... and when he did... before she could even think of what to yell at him... he was sliding an arm around her waist... whispering an apology into her waiting ear... offering to make it up to her. She wanted to be angry... it was like she was almost looking for a mistake in their relationship now... she actually tried to start fights... but nothing...

What was wrong with her?

It was strange, but the more seamless HE proved to be… the more enraged SHE became. Brittany wanted to scream. No one was that textbook perfect. No one. Why couldn't there just be one thing wrong with him? Just one?

A secret obsession? Depression? A hot temper? A hidden past? A fixated ex-girlfriend? She'd even settle for bad breath at this point. But there was nothing! And do you know what the worst part was?

She couldn't even get mad at him.

He was Stephen Allen. Your stomach did somersaults every time he looked at you. Your heart melted when he smiled. Your brain turned to mush when he spoke. And even if you did managed to keep all those feelings at bay… How could Brittany ever be mad at a guy for doing exactly what he supposed to? How could she be angry at a guy for getting right what so many other boys got wrong? How could she yell at a guy for actually having manners?

She missed Alvin.

That was the only explanation. Every time she spoke to Stephen… every time they were close enough for him to lean in, whispering a secret in her ear. Every time he held open a door for her, waving her into a room. Every SINGLE time he paid her the slightest compliment.

It reminded her of Alvin.

She missed the way he always showed up late for EVERYTHING. She missed that sparkle that dawned in his deep blue eyes and the mischievous smile that played on his lips when he was up to something. She'd resist at first… groaning in frustration when Alvin would even suggested doing anything out of the ordinary but Brittany always gave in. And then after an entire day packed with memories to last a lifetime there was that look of his. She missed that look that slipped across his face when he knew his plan had gone awry… when he knew he'd messed up… His eyes would be wide with shock, hands fidgeting with anxiety, brain already scheming with an excuse. Those wild excuses…

She missed fighting with him… those stupid things he'd say that always got her blood boiling. They'd be yelling and screaming, full throttle… crying out in the middle of the street… none of them willing to back down. Only stopping once both were out of breath, neither able to come up with another insult or threat to carry across to the other. Brittany would turn away, marching quickly to her house. Just as she reach the door Alvin would break into a sprint, calling after her… She'd stop for a moment, glaring back at him. Then BAM, she'd slam the door in his face when he tried to apologize.

That's what made them… them. They could have the most outrageous arguments over absolutely nothing and pretty soon they'd forget what started the fight in the first place. She liked challenging him just to see what he'd do next. It kept things interesting.

But when she was with Stephen…

It wasn't that he wasn't interesting… because he was… just in a different way. He was calm were Alvin was outrageous. He was perplexed where Alvin was… silly. They both made her laugh. They both made her smile. They both caused butterflies to dance in her stomach. She liked Stephen… so if that was true… why couldn't she get Alvin off her mind?

Stephen looked down at Brittany, carefully. Sadness crept across his face at a sluggish pace, his brows furrowed in concern. This was supposed to be great. This was their special night. She seemed so happy just moments ago… so…

"What's wrong, Brittany?" Stephen asked after a while.

Brittany looked up at him; her ocean blue eyes locking with his sunlit gold. Brittany swallowed. "I don't know." she answered honestly.

"Anything I can help with?" Stephen offered her.

"I- I don't know." Her voice croaked. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Stephen repeated. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because…" Brittany murmured. "I'm confused."

"About what?"

Brittany took in a deep breath. "A new cheerleading routine." she answered. "I don't know if I can pull it off."

Stephen laughed. "Is that all? I thought- I mean…" Stephen cleared his throat. "I know you'll figure it out."

"Hopefully…"Brittany murmured; her voice trailing off. "I'm just not sure about it anymore."

"Maybe going with an old routine that you already know well would work better then." Stephen said.

"But what if that doesn't work out either? Just because you know it well doesn't mean things will turn out perfectly."

"Sometimes you have to take that risk" Stephen answered simply. "Then again… if it was me… I'd go with a new routine"

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Doing something just because it's boring and safe never really appealed to me."

"Just because it's old doesn't mean it's boring" Brittany snapped. "Sometimes old can mean funny and amazing and-"

"Are we still talking about a cheerleading routine?" Stephen asked her.

Brittany slammed her eyes shut, the florescent lights suddenly becoming too bright…Her mind swimming with dizziness. This was getting too confusing.

Brittany snatched her hand away. "I- I need to get out of here" she told Stephen, quickly hurrying away.

Stephen stood there, dazed and confused for a moment before breaking into a run. "Tell me what's going on." Stephen called out. He easily caught up to her, reaching forward and grasping her arm in his hand. "Right. Now."

Brittany watched him for a moment; big, blue, and wide-eyed. She took in his straight, stern lips; the apples of his cheeks growing summer pink, his eyes; narrowing with concern. A smile slowly formed on her lips.

Brittany giggled. "You're kind of cute when you get angry"

Stephen was unwavering. "Brittany…" he warned.

Her facial expression changed almost immediately."Nothing!" she exclaimed suddenly. "It's nothing! " Brittany cried, snatching her arm away.

"It doesn't sound like nothing." Stephen said firmly.

"But it is." Brittany persisted. "Can't you just drop it?"

"Not if it's bothering you like this." Stephen told her. "What's the matter? For real this time"

Brittany pursed her lips.

She couldn't just tell her boyfriend on the night of the school dance, in the middle of the gym, when he was obviously so happy, that she was thinking about Alvin. That she was wondering why Stephen wasn't more like Alvin. How she didn't understand why she couldn't just let him go. She knew Stephen was really understanding but she knew there was no way he'd just be alright with that.

"You can tell me anything." Stephen told her.

"No." Brittany breathed. "I can't"

Stephen looked taken back for a moment. He eyed the chipmunk, uncertainty creeping onto his features.

"There ARE things I'm not going to tell you." Brittany said firmly.

"But I don't get why. I thought-"

"That's exactly why. You wouldn't get it. So can we please just… drop it?" she asked again.

"Is that wha t you want me to do?"

"Yes. Yeah, it is."

"Fine" Stephen said, he heaved a heavy breath. "Consider it dropped."

They were silent for a moment, staring at each other indefinitely. Her eyes daring him to say something, his pleading for her to retract her words... He finally turned away from her, slowly shaking his head. She watched him as he sighed, raking his fingers through his blonde locks.

"What do you want from me!?" Stephen asked, his voice rising. "Just tell me!"

Her eyes locked with his. "What?" Brittany exclaimed. "Nothing"

"Brittany!!" Stephen cried. "I'm not HIM!"

Brittany gaped at his words, too stunned to speak. Her breath caught in her throat. It didn't take her long to figure out who Stephen was talking about. Alvin. Was she that easy to read? Had he really figured out what she had been doing… what she had been feeling?

"I can try all I want but I'll never be HIM." Stephen continued. "And I don't want to be."

Brittany stammered. "I never asked you-"

"Like hell you didn't!!" Stephen shot back. "Don't lie to me, Brittany. I can't stand liars."

Brittany eyes fell to the floor.

"I'm crazy about you, Brittany." Stephen sighed. "But I can't keep going on with you… doing this. I want this to work. But if you only choose me because he wasn't there-"

"No. I mean… we're only together because me and Alvin broke up but-"Brittany stumbled, struggling to find the right words. "That doesn't change how I feel about you. You're amazing. I love you."

A lump formed in Brittany's throat, her eyes widening along with his. She hadn't meant to say that. The last part. Why had it come out like that? She liked Stephen. That's what she'd meant to say. I like you. But the wrong letters had just stumbled out like word vomit.

And now that they were out there…

"You do?" Stephen questioned.

How was she supposed to get them back in?

Brittany opened her mouth to say something… anything… but not words came out. Her lips fumbled to shape words, make sounds but for once, Brittany Miller was speechless. Stephen threw his arms around her, pulling her forward into what should have been a warm, comforting hug.

"I love you too!" Stephen exclaimed. He pulled away to look at her. "For a second I thought you were going to tell me you still had feeling for your ex-boyfriend!" He said with a laugh.

Brittany smiled too, nervous laughter seeping out.

She swallowed.

And as confusing as things just got… they were about to get a lot worse.

Ok, So that didn't have Alvin in it either. But I mean... HELLO? Can you tell he's about to show up. :D I really wanted him in this chapter especially since its kinda short but I really felt there should be a chapter break in between this and what happens next. And I CANNOT wait to get to this next chapter either so I promise I won't take my time in writing it. The only reason why this one took as long as it did is because I usually don't get my best ideas till twilight hours and my brother kept interrupting my writing time.

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