W00T CHAPTER TWOOOOO

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Brittany—who was really Alvin—made her way down the street and let herself in to the Miller's house.

She smiled to herself. Ooh, I feel like a burglar, she thought. This is weird.

Eleanor came down the stairs and on her way by asked, "Hey, how was your trip to Alvin's." It didn't come out sounding like a question and was served with a wink. Brittany just stared.

"What?"

Eleanor stopped and took a few steps back. "You know." She winked again. "How was it?" She gave Brittany a kind of flirty smile.

Brittany shrugged. "I...it was uhm…whaaa…?"

Eleanor waved her off. "Whatever. You can just tell me later." She made her way to the kitchen.

That was weird, Alvin-in-Brittany's-body thought. But I've got to come up with a fake story about what happened at my house. What does she expect to hear?

He decided to play it safe and ran up to her room. Luckily, no one else was in there. "Okay," she said to herself while walking toward her bed, "I'll tell her and optionally Jeanette everything that happened before the body-switch if they ask me again. It usually takes me an hour and a half to finish my chores, so if I just steer clear of everyone for that amount of time, I can call Simon and get him to find…um...me so I can change back." She stopped at the bed. "This is harrrrd worrrrk," she whined. Then a hand went up to her mouth. "Oh my God, it's only been a couple minutes and I'm already thinking like her!" Involuntarily, she added to no one in particular, "I hope Alvin thinks my lip gloss is cute!" and giggled. The inner Alvin wanted to punch something. "What the HECK!" she yelled, spinning around and falling back onto the bed with a thump.

Well, a really big thump, because her head came in contact with a book lying on the bed.

"Ow," she said a little quietly because even though it had made a loud noise it didn't hurt very badly. She reached over and picked up the book. Brittany reading books? the inner Alvin thought. There's just no way.

She opened the book to a random page in the middle and caught the words, "Today at school…."

"This is her diary!" Brittany proclaimed loudly. She flinched at how emphatic that must have come out and hoped no one heard. To herself, she whispered, "This is my diary."

She sat up on her bed staring at the book for what seemed like forever while having a back and forth argument inside her head.

Should I open it?

Of course! Who KNOWS what dirty details and secrets could be inside!

But…it's an invasion of privacy.

Not when it's YOUR diary!

But it's NOT mine.

It is now!

Her fingers traced the outline of the cover, which was a blank lavender rectangle. The book was probably worth two bucks at Wal-Mart, which was a pointless fact to be thinking about, but she was trying to direct her mind away from opening the journal.

Finally, she said aloud and to herself: "Well, what she doesn't know won't kill her." And she opened to the last page.

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"Stupid…Alvin…always…being…dumb!"

Alvin muttered random curses between pushes as he vacuumed the carpet in the living room. It wasn't that difficult of a task; he had actually completely ridded the place of dirt five minutes before, but was stalling. The inner Brittany did not want to clean Alvin's room. Dishes, sure. Vacuuming? No problem. But cleaning…his…room….

Never.

Dave came in. "Alright, Alvin," he tried to say over the noise, "I think that's enough."

"Whaaaaaaat?" Alvin shouted even though he had heard what Dave said. "I can't hear you over the sound of me cleaning!"

He rolled his eyes and unplugged the vacuum.

"Nuts." Alvin covered his mouth. What did I just say? Brittany-in-Alvin's-body thought. Isn't that what Alvin always says? He shook his head as if that would clear it.

"Now, come on," Dave said. "I know you're just stalling because you don't want to clean your room, but it has to be done. If you had just finished it yesterday like I had asked, we wouldn't be having this problem, now would we?"

"We sure wouldn't…," Alvin muttered.

Dave dragged Alvin upstairs and shoved him into his room. It was spectacularly spotless except for the invisible rectangle around Alvin's bed, containing his filthy clothes, scattered homework, and assorted food items in various states of decomposition.

"Aw, come on, Dave," Alvin protested. "It's not that bad." And he meant it. This made Brittany cringe on the inside. Oh, God, I'm becoming Alvin!

Dave shut the door as he left. "Don't come out until it's spotless!"

The Brittany within Alvin would rather just jump out the window. But the job had to be done. Otherwise, how else was he supposed to get out of this room and back into the basement?

He took a deep breath. I'll take it nice and slow, he thought. I'll start with the easy stuff. The homework. Alvin doesn't need any of that anyway. And if he does…then whatever. He brought over the wastepaper basket from the corner of the room and picked up each piece of paper individually by a corner, dropping it delicately into the can.

"Ew…ew…ew…ew," he said with each piece.

Wait.

What was on that last piece of paper?

Alvin froze, and then reached back into the trashcan. He pulled out what looked to be halfway-done hand-written math notes. Alvin shook his head. "I can't believe he didn't just print them out like everyone else," he said to himself. Then he flipped it over.

Along with an assortment of other doodles, right in the center, a tiny, poorly drawn heart was crossed through multiple times. But the shape wasn't destroyed completely, and the center of the heart was still readable.

And in the center was her and Alvin's unmistakable initials.

Alvin couldn't stop staring at the small sketch, as if it were the meaning of life.

"No...flipping…way," he whispered. Then, louder, "There's just no way. I don't believe it. It's gotta be someone else."

But as much as the Brittany inside wanted to stifle her feelings, she couldn't. She forced her new body to rip the paper around the heart, only leaving the drawing. I was going to throw it away anyhow, she reasoned. The scraps dropped into the trash bin and Alvin pocketed the picture. He began to clear away paper quicker now, scanning each for any more hearts.

But there were none.

Cliffhanger ending? IDK haha I think that's a good place to end this chapter.

Sorry, but there's only going to be one more chapter. If you want, you can make your own version of body switching and stufff. I mean, no one's stopping you!

And I've already got it written, I'm just waiting for New Years so the update and publish dates will both be holidaysssss lol

Yeah I'm weird.