Hello everyone!

I am so sorry for the majorly long wait, and I know I shouldn't make excuses, but... 1. School is back on. 2. I lost my flashdrive, which kinda had the whole storyline for the Spring Trilogy, and for All Those Cliche's, so, I have been working on renuing them.

So, finally, I have a new chapter for you :D YAY

I wanted to make it longer, but I've got school tomorrow, and I had an hour before bed.

Enjoy!

It never occurred to either of the eldest Seville boys just how strange their love for one another was.

Jeanette was crushing on Simon; Brittany was damn near in love with Alvin; Theodore and Eleanor were as close as a couple their age should be; and even the new kid, Cruise, was starting to develop feelings for a chipette who seemed uninterested.

So, until a particularly sunny Saturday morning, it kind of hit Alvin.

He woke quite early because of the heat, and noticed Simon was still asleep in his blue-covered bed. Strange, actually. Simon had really slept in a lot more than usual, lately.

So, with nothing to do, Alvin simply lay on his back, blocking the thought of the heat from his mind. He looked over at Simon's sleeping form and a smile crept over his lips: Simon was so peaceful when he slept. Alvin always wondered if Simon even stopped thinking while he slept. That's all he seemed to do while awake.

Not that I'm complaining… Alvin told himself. He knew everything Simon did, he liked.

Still smiling fondly, Alvin rolled over to the other side of his bed and looked at Theodore. His smile became that of a caring one, not so much "proud-to-love" fond.

Though, soon, his smile slowly dropped.

It feels so weird, somehow… to love Simon like I do… He frowned and lay on his back. If I can love Simon like that, why didn't I ever feel something for Theodore? He cringed at the thought. There was something so off about thinking like that towards Theodore. So off Alvin had to quickly change the thought to Simon.

But, then, he thought why Simon? Isn't it – shouldn't it be just as gross? He imagined himself kissing Simon, on top of him and straddling his legs, but it only gave him pleasure.

Closing his eyes, now, Alvin imagined Brittany in Simon's place. Something in his body purred at the image. Obviously, his bond set that off.

Suddenly, it was so much harder to get back in the right mind about Simon. Alvin sat up in panic: his attraction to Simon was fading, and he didn't want that to happen. He tried again; tried to like the image of Simon, exposed and suggestive, but it only made him cringe.

Oh no… Alvin's eyes were wide in terror, no, no, no, I want to like Simon. I want to love him, and do everything to him that a young couple in love would want to do… no, I can't loose this…

He swung himself off his bed and ran over to Simon, shaking him awake.

Simon gave a small groan, but flickered his eyes open.

'Alvin..?' He murmured, 'What are you doing?'

'Simon…' Alvin bit his lip, 'I love you.' He almost choked it out, like something wasn't letting him say it.

Simon froze. 'Uhm…' he reached over and groped for his glasses, finding them and putting them on. 'Uh… w-why the sudden outburst?'

Alvin pressed his lips onto Simon's quickly. Something was telling him this was right. Most of him was saying it was wrong. He wrapped an arm around Simon's neck, and the other he used to rip back the blue bed's cover.

Still locked in a deep kiss, Alvin climbed on top of Simon, straddling him, desperately trying to feel that perfect wholeness he felt like usual.

Simon pushed Alvin away, but not off him, and studied his brother.

Alvin was still looking anxious, and he really wished Simon didn't have the need to figure out why he was doing this. Couldn't he just go along with it? What was wrong with him?

Maybe it's me… Alvin's eyes started to glaze.

'My gosh, Alvin, what's wrong?' Simon asked urgently, sitting up on his elbows. 'Alvin. Talk to me.'

Alvin shook his head. 'I don't know what to do, Simon…' he admitted, 'I think I… I'm…'

Simon waited, but Alvin had trailed off and showed no signs of continuing. 'Alvin, please, what is it?' Simon had a look in those grey eyes that told Alvin he was trustworthy and would do anything for him. 'Come on, Alvin… I'm your brother, a-and your boyfriend.' Simon blushed. 'You can tell me anything.'

Alvin slowly let himself nod. 'Simon, I'm not coping with being bonded to Brittany…' he told him with a heavy exhale. 'I… the thought of us together… intimately…' he closed his eyes, 'it's starting to… to make me sick…' he looked up again, to see Simon with a completely worried and understanding look.

'Alvin…' Simon cupped his brother's cheek, and Alvin shivered, 'if you think we need some time apart…' he couldn't finish, and dropped his hand.

What am I saying? Simon asked himself, am I seriously letting Alvin go? I don't want him to go!

'No, Simon.'

Alvin's words melted Simon to relief.

Alvin took a breath. 'I don't want us to be separated.' Alvin put a hand on Simon's chest and slowly spread his fingers and moved them around. 'I still love you. I still want you. I just…' he tried to find the right words, 'I guess it's like I can't… handle you, anymore.'

'B-but…' Simon countered against himself, 'aren't you… how can you still be attracted to me? Shouldn't Brittany have taken over?'

'I'm not…' Alvin inhaled, 'no offense, but I don't think I'm attracted to you. I just know, now, what I'm missing without you, and I want to love you, but imagining us… sexually… is gross. Now.' Alvin smiled at Simon's pout. 'And as for Brittany, I think that that'll come into play later. For now, I just want to focus on you.' Alvin put his other hand on Simon's chest and he rubbed the blue fabric suggestively rough. 'Can we tell Brittany to leave me alone?' He continued thoughtfully. 'I don't want her there, teasing my "mating instincts"…'

Simon nodded. 'You can try…' he was finding it hard to develop intelligent sentences with Alvin caressing him. 'A-Alvin, w-what are you doing..? Theo's in the room…'

Immediately, Alvin stopped. In truth, he was waiting for a reason to stop, but he didn't want to admit it even to himself.

He reluctantly leant down and whispered huskily, 'Maybe later..?'

Simon's breath hitched. 'Alvin…' he whispered back, 'I told you, we're not going to have sex…' he blushed at his own words. Alvin felt his stomach flip, in nerves and slight disgust.

'We're not..?' He countered, keeping in the hopeful tone and letting out the seductive one.

'Especially with you like this.' Simon agreed. 'Wait…' he smiled slightly. 'You can do that, right?' He added teasingly.

Alvin growled and sat up properly, hands on Simon's chest again, but now for support.

Where's my Pain when I need it..? Alvin asked himself in annoyance. Usually, after that, Alvin would have liked the feeling of Simon touching him, and everything that came with it.

Trying not to jump with the opportunity, Alvin got off Simon a little too casually and walked over to his own bed.

Simon stared at Alvin thoughtfully. What was going on in his older brother's little world?

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Cruise was on his way to the Miller's house.

After checking again and again that he had the address right, he'd spent about half an hour trying to work up a good look for himself, but remembering to be casual, and then the next ten minutes convincing himself he should go.

Finally, he'd shut himself up and left his house. No one would care he was gone.

Now regretting this decision, Cruise slowly approached the white fence and the gate which, eventually, he would walk through and officially become a visitor.

He shook his head again at his over thinking and walked through the gate. Immediately, he thought about turning back, but like a sign from above, the girl with blonde hair already saw him.

Eleanor… he taught himself. So, now pressured, he walked up to the front door and knocked.

'Coming!' Two voices spoke in unison.

'Brittany, it's –'

'It's probably Alvin, come to confess his love.' The second girl wore a smirk in her voice.

Cruise's confidence dropped even more.

'Urgh, you're getting seriously annoying…' Eleanor's voice floated back to where she'd seen Cruise and the door opened.

'Oh –' Brittany flashed a smile.

Cruise blushed. 'Hi.' He greeted. 'Um…' he lost his train of thought. What? He asked himself, did you really just plan on showing up and having a good chat, then telling her you might really like her? Smooth. Real smooth.

'Do… you want to come in?' Brittany motioned inside.

'O-oh… uh… no.' Cruise tried to figure out where this was going. 'I just wanted t-to… make sure… I knew… where you guys… uh… lived, I guess.' He smiled his lie away.

Brittany leaned against the doorframe with an amused smile, and a hand on her hip. 'Well, yes, you found us.' She replied. 'How are you liking it here?'

'Yeah…' Cruise rubbed his neck nervously. 'It's… much better than my old street, with all the old people in it…' He answered.

Brittany now folded her arms, still amused. She knew he liked her. 'Yeah… my guardian's pretty old. Miss Miller. She's the greatest. How come you don't like old people?' She was laughing on the inside.

'Oh, it's n-not that,' Cruise stammered, 'it's just… those guys were…'

Brittany giggled. 'Don't strain yourself, I'm just teasing.' She smiled earnestly.

Cruise was slightly taken aback. 'Oh…' he trailed off. 'A-anyways…' he stepped back. 'I'd better be going…' he tilted his head towards his house. 'I… want to go… to the Seville's.' He smiled sheepishly and turned, starting to walk away. He stopped. 'By the way,' he turned back, 'you're really pretty.'

Brittany couldn't help but beam at the compliment. 'You're not too bad yourself, Cruise.' She turned and walked inside. 'Not too bad at all.'

So, I suppose now you can see, Cruise is added for Brittany's benifit, and also to add a little twist later on ;)

And, to those many people who are asking: yes. Alvin and Simon will have sex in this story. When? I dunno. I'll see how it flows when I finish recreating the plotline.

Thanks - again - for the support! Much appreciated, and I am hoping for a new chapter in under a week!