Glad to see the positive reviews are already coming in with only two chapters XD thank you all!

So I've had fun adapting the personalities of the two brothers to suit how they feel towards one another, and the result is below! Hope it's to everyone's liking –

Enjoy!

The few days before spring passed much too quickly, in both brother's opinions.

They couldn't stand being in the same room together for very long; Alvin was slightly scared, and Simon felt like all eyes were on him: terrified.

Alvin had spent much of his time outside, at the park or just walking aimlessly around, hoping not to bump into anyone, and desperately trying to think; to make more sense of everything. That's all he wished for right now. For everything to make sense.

Meanwhile, Simon was falling into all the clichés that Alvin had come to know, and that wasn't a good sign. It meant Simon would keep attempting to grab Alvin's attention, or he'd stop completely and wait for Alvin to say, or do, something remotely encouraging so that Simon would accept the feelings and would be able to feel okay about them.

Alvin was up for neither.

Yet, the fact that spring was coming, Alvin couldn't help but feel that it was the exact same thing: he was forced to give Simon at least a little of what he wanted. Wasn't he? Forced to be "with" him.

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Simon didn't want to force anything on Alvin. He knew that when spring came, and he would undoubtedly have to deal with Alvin again, it would be awkward and Simon would feel much too strongly about it.

But, Simon didn't want to be completely sexual with Alvin. It wasn't like he wanted them to have sex, or something; that would be too weird. No, he just wanted there to be a spark: something amazing that would keep them both completely together throughout spring, and onwards.

I don't want to take advantage of Alvin... that's what I'm trying to say... I wish... I wish he'd just talk to me... before it gets awkward, before he might think he's forced... before I get hopeful.

Simon woke on this thought, the morning spring was starting. He supposed it was too late, now.

'Simon..?' A soft voice called him timidly.

Simon opened his eyes to the blurry form in front of him which he suspected was Alvin, by the amazing blue eyes. Simon had to blush: the last time I saw him like this we were in the shower together... oh, gods, am I dreaming?

'W-what is it, Alvin..?' He murmured, reaching for his glasses sleepily.

Alvin bit his lip and held the glasses away from Simon, knowing that he was less likely to be forceful without his glasses, at whatever Alvin had to say. Plus, there was something in Simon's eyes that let Alvin know so much more than what Simon was saying.

'Simon, it's spring...' Alvin began, 'I... I'm... scared.' He admitted, finding that it wasn't so hard to tell Simon that, somehow. 'How do I know... if... it's all innocent, Si, what if you... you l-lie to me, or something, and say that we have to go further than usual, and what if I – Simon, what if we –'

Simon blushed, slightly flattered, slightly defensive, still searching for his glasses with one hand. He replied with something real intelligent like "argh" and gave up the search for his glasses. 'A-Alvin, I...' he realised this was their first conversation in two days, 'I w-wouldn't do something like that...' he insisted, 'I... I don't want you... like that... I don't want to take a-advantage of you...' he went crimson at how he had no clue how to talk to Alvin. He wanted to say that he cared about him too much, that he would never dream of doing anything harmful or scarring to him.

Alvin slowly gave Simon his glasses back, figuring it was unfair, and he'd seen, now, the truth in those grey eyes. He did believe him, but all at once he didn't want to: that would mean that Simon was really... deeply... he was in love, and Alvin couldn't deal with that right now. He wished that all those feelings Simon held would just go away, and he didn't know how he could make them do that.

Supporting his ego, Alvin replied; 'Since when do you care about my feelings?' He watched as Simon fitted his glasses back on. 'I don't understand why you're like... this.'

Simon sat up against his pillow, a thoughtful look in his eyes. 'I – I have no clue, Alvin...' he agreed, realising that he was talking to Alvin about his crush on him and biting his lip nervously. 'I guess... I just... am.'

'Where do we start from, Simon?' Alvin asked, trying to throw away the awkward conversation of his own brother crushing on him. 'What will you have to do, and how often?'

Simon sighed and looked down. 'The truth is... I have no idea.' He confessed. 'It might be where we left off... or, it might be back to the start again...' he looked at Alvin. 'I suppose you'd prefer the second option..?'

Alvin nodded. 'I suppose you'd prefer the first?' He retorted. Simon almost flinched at how cold that was. Why the heck did he have an attraction to this guy?

Simon didn't answer. He wanted the first option, yes, but not for the desire to touch Alvin. He wanted it exactly where they'd left off; with all their feelings intact and their emotions unpredictable. The time when Alvin cared, and would be the one telling Simon he loved him. That option, to Simon, would be bliss.

'So, you'll just spring on me something and I wont know what's happening because you know all about this,' Alvin took a breath, 'and, not to mention, you have some stupid crush on me, so everything we do will be in your lust, and I won't be able to do anything about it, oh, and the fact that we're half-mates already just adds to how unfair this is on me, and I can't do anything about it. Simon, I don't want this.' Alvin frowned at Simon. 'I don't want any of this. I don't want to be bound to you.'

Simon flinched again. Damnit, he could hit Alvin.

'Alvin,' he replied as calmly as possible, in contrast to Alvin's enquiring look, 'that's not going to happen like that. My idiotic crush will not get in the way of you and the pain you'll be going through. And I promise, as soon as you say "it's gone", I'll get out of the room and leave you alone until the next one, and I will only start with the basics.' He promised everything darkly. 'And I don't want to be bound to you, either. But that's not going away, so get used to it.'

Alvin folded his arms and sat beside Simon. 'How do I know you're telling the truth?' He asked.

Simon rolled his eyes. Because I love you, said a voice in his head, but he couldn't exactly say that to Alvin. 'Because we're all we have this spring. No one else can help you, and...well...'

Alvin raised a brow. 'And no one else can help you?' He completed the sentence. 'Simon, seriously, everything I might do to you this spring will all be fake. Trust me on that.'

Simon sighed. 'I don't doubt it, Alvin. I've accepted that, I did last spring, before I actually did –'

'Simon, just stop telling me! I know you're lusting for me to agree with what you're feeling, and I know you want to call me a "lover", or something, but I'm your brother; it's wrong, and not going to happen. Even if it happened, if I somehow had feelings for you, I wouldn't want to act on them because it's gross! So why keep reminding me, Simon?' Alvin demanded.

Simon shook his head. Why do I like him..? He's such a douche... 'Look, Alvin, I've accepted that. Everything. So –'

'"So I don't need to worry",' Alvin finished for him. 'Yeah. Sure. You said that last spring, and it rebounded on yourself.'

Simon was starting to get impatient with Alvin. 'Alvin, if you can't bear to be around me, would you just leave the room? You don't need to be here, telling me off.' He told him. 'Why... why are you teasing me? Testing my attraction? Do you want to prove to yourself that you're just "oh so desirable" that even your own brother fell for you? It's like seduction, you talking about this and staying with me!'

Alvin gave Simon his best shocked look. 'I am not "teasing" you!' He half-yelled. 'That's something you need to keep to your fantasies!'

'Will you get off my bed?' Simon asked in a calmer voice.

Alvin raised a brow, scowling slightly. 'Why? All that yelling turning you on? Are you thinking of jumping me?' He retorted, again just as cruel.

Simon sat up straight, annoyed. 'Shut up, Alvin!' He ordered in that authoritative voice. 'Whatever you're trying to do, it's not working!'

'I'm trying to get you to stop crushing on me!' Alvin told him desperately.

'You know what, Alvin, it's doing the opposite!' Simon responded. It was kind of untrue, but he was still feeling something with Alvin sitting on his bed. 'So I think you're hot! So I like the way you are! So I miss the way you kissed me! Get over it, Alvin, 'cause it's your fault!'

Alvin groaned in annoyance and stood. 'Maybe if you actually showed something other than your own stubbornness last spring, I would have considered you!' He scowled and walked out of the room.

Simon only just realized the time: nine-thirty. He'd never slept that late. No wonder Theodore wasn't here; he'd be down making breakfast, probably, or eating it by now. What was thinking about Alvin doing to him? Even his sleep was being altered.

He breathed a bit heavier after that argument, not knowing how it got to such an extreme point, and not liking the way Alvin was taking his situation. If only he'd understand.

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Alvin muttered to himself aimlessly, just standing outside the room's door in the hallway.

Simon was really getting to him, and not attraction-wise. No. Alvin would remain defiant for as long as he wanted, and would never feel any attraction for that younger, blue-clad brother of his. He was that annoyed at him he couldn't even think quietly anymore, he had to let it all out, but he didn't know who could help him with that.

Certainly not Simon; maybe before their "conversation", but now Alvin couldn't bear being comforted by Simon. He refused to be consoled by him, refused to be the weaker one, now.

Then his pain hit.

So much fun to write, but I'm not sure why :D

Alvin's horrible to Simon. I wished I could kick him after all he yelled at Simon, after all Simon's going through...

Anyway, thanks for support! It keeps me on my toes every day to continue! School's over now, so writing will be a breeze!