A/N-I am so super sorry for the long wait and I thank you all for waiting so patiently. I tried to make this chapter longer to make up for the wait but like the last one...it could be suckish XD. I would like to thank everyone who sent a review ^_^

I stared at Alvin in shock. Not only because of his words but me...Simon Seville... the person who knew more words than anyone..was at a lost

for them.

"Yeah, I said it." Alvin said adverting his eyes downward. "I want to be more like you."

"Alvin I-"

"Simon, you are like... the best person ever. When we are on stage at times I notice just how good you are at both singing and dancing... it seems the crowd cheers louder for only you. I'm sure that even Theo like you better... everyone does. You're so smart and nice and considerate and... I'm none of the above..."

"Don't say that about yourself Alvin..it isnt true." I stepped closer to him wanting to comfort him. Hesitantly, I put one hand on his shoulder. Seeing that he didnt jerk away,

I figured that I was headed in the right direction. "Sure sometimes you can be rude...and bossy... and ignorant...and cocky... and selfish...and sometimes you don't smell the best and-"

"I get the point." He snapped.

"Right well..." I coughed. "What I'm trying to say is, your a good person. Although sometimes it doesnt show I know you can be nice. You always look out for me and Theo and... to be honest, I am actually kind of jealous of you myself." Those last six words came out before I had a chance to stop them. Since Alvin had not responded I decided to keep going. "And I'm also sure that our fans love all of us the same. So does Theodore. I don't want you to change in any kind of way Alvin...you are perfect just the way you are in my eyes."

Alvin turned and looked at me, a smile on his face. "Y-you really feel that way Simon?"

I nodded. "Your Alvin and your awesome...just the way you are."

Alvin looked at me and then smiled. "Thanks Simon...and...I'm sorry."

"No...I'm sorry, I should'nt have hit you earlier."

"I shouldnt have said all those mean things...I didn't mean them."

"I know Alvin It's okay..."

We stood there in a slightly ackward silence for quite abit.

"So...um..." Alvin began. "Uh...should we hug?"

"I'm not really much of a hugger Alvin, you know that." I replied.

"Aww c'mon Simon." He said spreading his arms.

I turned away chuckling slightly. "No thanks."

"Are you really going to leave me standing here like a total loser?" He asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hmm... oh, alright. Just this once." I said looking back at him.

He smiled again and then hugged me. I hugged back in a slightly uncomfortable mannor. It wasn't that I didn't want to hug him...I felt uncomfortable because he was holding me so... tightly. Maybe it was just in my imagination.

"Umm...Alvin?"

"Yea?"

"You...can let go now you know."

"Oh?...Oh! Right umm...s-sorry." He said quickly letting me go with a blush.

I smoothed out my shirt and reajusted my glasses. "Now It's all wrinkled. Thanks alot Alvin."

"Gosh Simon, your such a priss." He said folding his arms.

"How's that?"

"I mean, I just noticed that whenever your shirt or like anything else has like one wrinkle you go beserk."

"Wha-? I do not!"

"You do so. Jeez your such a neat freak."

"Just because I don't like my side of the room a collasal mess like yours that doesn't make me a neat freak!"

"My side of the room is not a collasal mess!"

"You just don't notice because I'm always cleaning it!"

"Well, maybe I dont want you cleaning it!" He said glaring at me.

I looked away. It was amazing how we could make up and then be fighting again ten seconds later. I decided that maybe if I didnt reply, I could just stop an unnesesary fight.

"Alvin... why do we fight all the time?"

He looked at me in slight shock. "Simon?"

"Why are we constantly fighting? It's just... rediculous. I don't like to fight with you Alvin. Your my brother."

"Well...I don't like fighting with you either. And...I don't know why we fight all the time. Half of the time we stay mad at each other for weeks and I cant even rememebr why."

I looked at him. "...Well... how about we try to stop."

"Is it really that simple?"

I chuckled. "I'm not sure. For a start, why don't we try having a conversation without trying to rip eachothers fur off."

He laughed and sat down on Dave's bed. "Sure Simon...Sure."

I sat beside him and the room once again filled with ackward silence.

"Drinking a bottle of hotsauce or wearing a purple wig to one of our concerts?" Alvin asked.

I looked back at him and couldn't help but smile at the game that we ued to always play, but have not played in I don't know how long. "Considering the fact that drinking that much hotsauce could cause major damage to internal organs, I'd say wearing the wig."

Alvin laughed.

"Hmm...alright, Theo's cooking or mine?"

"Well, considering the fact that Theodores cooking is awesome" He said mocking me from before. "And no offense but..."

"Alvin, what are you saying?" I asked fighting back a laugh.

"Simon your cooking sucks." He said laughing.

"That's so mean Alvin!" I laughed whacking him with a pillow.

He grabbed another pillow and whacked me right back causing my glasses to become crooked. I gripped my pillow tightly and smacked him hard again.

Alvin then stood. "So your challenging the pillow master to a fight huh Seville?"

I stood also. "Forgive me, but I think it is you that is challenging me."

He raised it high above his head. "So, what if I am?"

"Bring it on Seville."

And then we were at it. Doing what in my book was one of the most immature things in the world, and yet, it was so much fun. I missed times like this when Alvin and I had fun together all the time. Though we were different we were still the best of friends. And times like this also reminded me that we still were. Out of the blue, Alvin smacked me so hard with the pillow that I went flying back onto the bed. Before I knew what was happening, Alvin sat on my stomach and held down my hands, pinning me to the bed. We were both laughing and giggling the entire time.

"Well, I geuss I win." He said looking down at me.

"A wise man such as myself can admit defeat."

"Simon, you suck at pillow fighting." He said leaning abit closer. "Just like old times huh?"

"Yea..." I agreed looking up at him. "Just like old times."

"I really miss having fun like this with you Simon."

"I do too Alvin...alot."

"We should hang out abit more often."

"I agree. Who knows, I might even touter you when you start failing." I chuckled.

"I'm insulted that you have no kind of faith in me Simon." He said looking away.

I laughed. "Come on Al, you know I was kidding."

Alvin then looked down at me and got so close that our faces were less than an inch away. "Simon... I uh...can I tell you something?"

I could feel all the heat in my body rush to my face."A-Alvin?"

As I looked at him I could notice that his face was turing red as well. "Well... I... I..."

I stared up at him in confusion, also beggining to wonder why he had not yet let me go. "Alvin?"

He didn't reply.

I looked at him.

He leaned closer.

I didn't turn away.

He leaned closer.

I stared into his eyes.

He leaned closer.

Our lips met.

A/N-Like I said, The chapter is like way suckish so...tell me what you think and I'm open for suggestions for chapter five which will be up when I get... Okay, I want ten more reviews. (I need motivation people XD) Till next time. (Btw, do you think it seemed rushed?)