Hello again!
It's been longer than I wanted it to be for this chapter to be put up, because every moment had to be perfect below and I kept re-reading. Good thing too, for a moment I'd put it in 1st person :P
I'm reporting now that this chapter has a rather heated Alvin/Brittany moment, but don't worry: pairing is not changing, so you know it'll turn out fine :D
But, this chapter's also cute... anyways, before I ruin everything –
Enjoy!
Walking very fast up the path, Alvin knocked on the door to the Miller's house quickly.
Jeanette answered it, her usual timid features welcoming Alvin. 'Oh, hi, Alvin.' She smiled a little.
Alvin nodded. 'Uhm, can I come in? I need to see Brit.' He was getting nervous, now. If he was stuck with Jeanette when his pain hit fully... he didn't quite want to think about it.
'Sure, I'll tell her you're here.' Jeanette left the door open while she went to get Brittany. Alvin briskly walked in, as though if he were fast it might make Brittany faster. Knowing that diva Chipette, she'd probably be doing her hair and make him wait fifteen minutes. But, Alvin didn't have fifteen minutes. He had hardly one.
Regardless to his previous thought, Brittany practically bolted into the living room, stopping short when she saw him.
'Alvin!' She exclaimed, smiling huge. Alvin nodded quickly.
'C-can we go somewhere private?' He requested. Brittany just nodded, without question, still smiling, and led Alvin to their now-deserted lounge room.
'What is it?' Brittany beamed.
Alvin didn't have time to worry about her actions towards himself. He didn't even have time to explain anything. 'Brittany, I need you to kiss me.'
Her smile only dropped a little, and remained cheerful. 'What..?' She chuckled. 'Why would you need me to kiss you? Or were you and Simon never a couple?'
Alvin groaned in frustration. He didn't have this time. He quickly pulled her in by her shoulders, unsurely letting his lips glide onto hers.
He breathed in a new scent, and savoured the soft texture of her lips, and how fragile she seemed to be compared to Simon. Wondering if this was enough for his Pain to be satisfied, Alvin let his tongue softly slide against her lips only to meet her own wet item. He didn't know if she even wanted this, but his bond to her felt satisfied.
He felt the bubbling sensation of his Pain hitting and dying, then it stayed put at a small twinge of pressure.
Alvin pulled back slowly, Brittany seemed reluctant to part from him and she moaned a little.
She had no clue what was going on, but the fact that Alvin had finally kissed her felt so good she knew she could no longer stand being apart from him for more than a day. She had her eyes closed to savour the moment, just in case that for some bizarre reason, Alvin only did this as a one-shot, not a long-term episode.
'Alvin...' She murmured, smiling giddily. 'I didn't think you'd come around...'
Alvin didn't quite know what she was talking about, but he tried to go with it. His Pain was still sitting there, stirring at that annoying low point.
'I had to see you,' Alvin lied, 'Simon and I... had a... fight, I guess, and I couldn't go to him anymore, I had no choice.' He felt so ashamed of his lies. He had a choice! He could've gone to Simon and apologized, and tried to fix everything! 'And I really wanted to see you, Brit...'
Brittany made a small giggling sound. 'I'm glad you did.' She insisted. 'I've been waiting for you.' She smiled almost seductively and wrapped her arms around Alvin's neck. 'I've been dreaming about this moment.'
Alvin took in a deep breath. 'I guess I have, too...' he admitted. Brittany caught Alvin's lips with her own and artfully kneaded them together, holding onto him tighter.
Alvin timidly put his hands on her hips and held her close as well. Brittany pushed their enclosed bodies against the sofa, making it so Alvin was pinned and couldn't get away.
Strange... she thought, I always thought he'd be in control in a sexual situation... to try and prove her point, she lowered Alvin on the couch and pinned him down underneath her. I guess he's just... shy...
Alvin almost yelled at Brittany. She was so slowly doing everything, it was hell teasing and Alvin didn't know why he hadn't already flipped their positions and ripped off her shirt. On thinking this, though, he moved one hand up her waist and down again, finding where the easiest way of taking it off was.
He kept thinking that this wasn't his job, that he was the one who was supposed to be consoled, not trying to be dominant, but Brittany seemed too... stall everything.
Just when Brittany started to smile, Alvin slid his hands under her shirt quickly, moving them upwards slowly but surely to meet an almost alien target for him.
Brittany broke their locked kiss and stared at Alvin thoughtfully. 'Alvin, what are you doing?' She enquired. 'We only just started. You haven't even asked me out yet.' She chuckled, 'that area's off-limits... you can't just touch me however you want.'
Alvin tilted his head at her, and moved his hands out from under her shirt. He shook his head and smiled.
'Okay...' he was about to ask her out, but a tiny voice told him to think about that.
It was the longest five-second argument he'd ever had:
That title is precious. The last person I said it to was the right person. This is probably just a spring phase.
But that means she won't help me, and that means I'll have to go to Simon... I don't want that.
Am I that heartless? If Simon heard that I was dating Brittany, and Brittany definatly would spill, it would crush him so bad. Try dealing with that. It's worse than asking him for relief.
But Brittany is my half-bond. Simon would understand –
He'd say that he understands. But he would be lying. Didn't it feel off, her being like that? Simon. That's the one person who does everything properly, and just for me. If I said "stop", he would. If I told Brittany to stop... she might not.
But Brittany should be my girlfriend. For one thing, it's legal! Simon and I could never go public.
Damnit, Alvin! Simon's worth it all! He's my better half! He's like the piece of the puzzle that completes me! I love him!
A strange realisation hit Alvin. He sat up on his elbows against the pillows, his mouth slightly open in absent thought. Brittany was waiting patiently.
Alvin opened and closed his mouth, unable to muster a line of thought together that seemed appropriate. Something inside him snapped, like a string tying him to dead weight was now broken. He looked at Brittany on top of him and there was no positive feeling. Nothing purred in content seeing her waiting and ready for him to ask her out, nothing made him smile at the fact that she was quite intimately on top of him. No voices were telling him to kiss her.
'You're right...' he breathed.
Brittany tilted her head, her smile fading. 'What?' She frowned.
'I have no right to touch you. We're not going out.' Alvin found himself relieved that he wasn't dating her. He smiled. 'We're not dating.'
Brittany looked so confused. 'Are... you... going to ask me?' She demanded softly, as though worried she was ruining the moment. But she felt so confused, and was impatiently waiting for Alvin to admit his feelings.
Alvin almost laughed. 'No.' He replied gleefully. 'No, I'm not.' He moved out from underneath her and stood. 'I gotta go. See you later, Brit!' With that, he ran out of her living room and out the front door.
He was in complete reprieve, walking briskly down the pavement of the girls' house, smiling and generally looking ready to skip all the way home. He knew exactly what he had to do, and he had to move fast.
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Simon wasn't at the park, like anyone suspected. He was in company, actually, and enjoying it, too.
Cruise turned out to be a really nice guy.
They were in Cruise's house, sitting in the living room - which was a nicely urban-furnished room, with beige carpet and warm wood running a thematic throughout – and Simon felt quite relieved to have company who didn't know about his problems, and who didn't know that he had feelings for his brother. For the past hour, he and Cruise had just talked about... normal things.
Simon learned that Cruise had never moved house before, and they'd lived in a more modern house earlier. He told Simon that he much preferred living nearer to nature, now, and here wasn't so heavily diminished of its urbanisation.
Simon also suspected that Cruise had taken a strong liking to someone on the street - which was amusing – by the way he talked about it.
'The... um, Miller's live in a nice house.' He said in a half-casual voice which Simon immediately picked up on.
Simon smiled and nodded. 'Yeah.' He replied, letting an awkward air hang, only because he wanted Cruise to evaluate. He was curious to figure out just who the new kid had taken an interest in.
'Are you good friends with, uh, Brittany?' Cruise finally spoke. Simon chuckled, instantly putting two and two together. Cruise was crushing on the eldest Chipette.
'Not really.' Simon responded, smiling. 'We never really got along.' The bespectacled boy tilted his head. 'Why?'
'O-oh...' Cruise stammered slightly, 'I guess... I just... I'm trying to get to know all of you guys and...' he shrugged slightly, 'Brittany seems... well, she's really pretty.'
Simon nodded. 'Mmhm. That's always the first impression...' he trailed off a little, 'so, do you like her?' He knew this was a strange thing to ask in a casual conversation, but it was starting to amuse Simon that Brittany was the one who'd sparked an interest in the new boy.
'I guess... so...' Cruise admitted, looking at his hands. 'I mean, she seems nice...' he looked up at Simon, suddenly curious. 'Are you her ex, or something?' He asked.
Simon laughed. 'No way,' he promised, 'why do you say that?'
'When you said "that's always the first impression",' Cruise evaluated, 'and, I dunno, it just seems like you have some sort of grudge against her.'
Not used to being the one studied, Simon lost his collected composure, lost in thought for a moment.
Maybe I do have a grudge against her... well, she did ruin Alvin and I... she stole him away from me. I know, truly, she didn't mean to, but I'm... I'm jealous of her. She took something of mine that was precious, and she no longer wants to give it back.
'Huh.' Simon spoke slowly. He really admired the fact that Cruise basically just did to Simon what Simon had been doing to him a moment ago. 'I don't know...' Simon shrugged, 'she did something to me... and it was an accident, but... now she's accepted it and keeps going like he belongs to her.' Simon sighed, then on Cruise's demanding look, he realised what he'd said, 'I mean –'
'Who's "he"?' Cruise enquired. Simon was in shock at his slip-up.
He thought about lying, but if Cruise was a match for Simon at studying emotions, he wasn't so sure it was a smart idea. Plus, Cruise didn't know that it was a relationship that he was talking about.
Mouth already open, Simon stumbled out his words. 'My brother, A-Alvin.'
'Oh.' Cruise cracked a smile. 'For a second I thought you were saying you're gay.' He chuckled a bit and Simon kept back a strong blush.
'Yeah, um, Brittany...' Simon bit his lip. 'It's really a complicated story, a-and I don't really want to tell it.' He gave a short smile. Cruise nodded politely, and didn't stay on the subject.
'Are you mad at your brother, too?' Cruise asked slowly, detecting Simon's uncomfort. Simon noticed his eyes were the same colour as Alvin's: that pure blue. Only, Cruise was inquisitive and Alvin was mischievous, and right now, it was like you couldn't refuse to answer his questions.
Simon sighed. Am I..? He thought slowly. 'Kind of.' He decided. 'I mean... he...' Simon shook his head. 'It's complicated, but A-Alvin gave in too easily, and he did... well, he hurt me.'
Still in a locked gaze, Cruise nodded thoughtfully.
'Anyways, I-I'd better go,' Simon smiled quickly and stood, 'everyone thinks I'm at the park.' He let out a small chuckle at his deceit of his family.
Cruise gave a small laugh in agreement. 'Yeah, everyone else who lives here thinks I'm out doing errands for them.' He shook his head.
Simon smiled. He paused for a moment, then spoke up again. 'You should talk to Brittany.' He encouraged. 'She'd be glad for the attention.'
Cruise shook his head. 'I already tried it.' He insisted. 'She didn't seem interested.'
Simon shrugged. 'Be persistent.' He instructed. He turned and left, muttering, 'for both of us...' He turned back, quickly flashing a smile. 'Bye, Cruise. Thanks for... well, today.'
On the way home, Simon couldn't help but feel that there was a small ray of hope for he and Alvin if Cruise was falling for Brittany. All they needed was one kiss.
Almost jumping in surprise, Simon saw Alvin up ahead, running into the house with a wide smile. If anything, seeing Alvin happy was crushing Simon more. So he was okay with all this? Now Alvin was just being cruel.
It was after seeing Alvin moving around that Simon realised he'd lost track of the time at the Williams' household, and that Alvin's "pain" should have hit. The blue-clad chipmunk felt himself tearing up realising that Alvin had been running from the direction of the Miller's house, with that big, satisfied grin. Although he didn't want to believe it, he had to admit that it was the only way Alvin could be running around in full physical condition and not on the floor in pain. Brittany had satisfied his heat.
Like a punch in the gut, Simon felt like he was staggering the whole way to the house, his eyes glossy, but never leaking a tear.
He opened the front door and immediately made his way to the shared bedroom on the upper story. When he pushed the door open, Alvin was sitting on Simon's blue-covered bed, still smiling and looking at something in his hand.
'Simon!' He exclaimed, tucking away whatever it was in his pocket delicately, like it was fragile. 'Simon, I have to tell you something,'
Now Alvin's hiding things from me? Great. Simon rolled his eyes at his luck, but it had reached that point where he was starting to just get annoyed.
'Did you just come from Brittany's house?' He demanded, straight into it. Alvin's smile dropped at the tone. This wasn't what he wanted.
'I-I was there before, but then I –'
'You're "pain" has hit, hasn't it?' Simon gave Alvin a blank look, daring Alvin to keep looking so happy.
'Well, yeah, but –'
'And you got who to relieve you?'
Alvin's expression was purely panic and shock. 'I... Simon, i-it wasn't – I mean, I couldn't –'
'Brittany.' Simon answered for him. Alvin just hung his head. 'Alvin, I don't mind that you've lost interest in me, I knew it would happen. But did you even stop to think that it's probably a phase that you like Brittany? Did you even consider how I would feel? Or has your "caring" personality ever since this spring just been an act?' Simon didn't stop to wait for Alvin, although his older brother seemed to just soak up the comments. 'I expected you to let me know if you changed your mind and you wanted Brittany to do it instead of me.' Here he waited.
Now that it was quiet, Simon noticed Alvin's breathing was shaky.
Alvin was mortified. He'd mentally accepted all of these comments from himself, but hearing Simon scolding him was too much. He came here quickly hoping to make it up to Simon, and now his chance might be gone.
The eldest spoke in half a whisper. 'I... I did go t-to Brittany's...' he admitted slowly. 'A-and...' he faltered.
'Did you enjoy it?' Simon interjected sharply and sarcastically.
Like it was cold, Alvin shivered at the almost cruel question. 'S-Simon... I c-couldn't tell you...' he tried reasoning, 'you were so far away, and B-Brittany's is closer... so, I –'
'You couldn't help it.' Simon shook his head. He knew Alvin couldn't help it. It was his own fault that Alvin had to go to Brittany's, but he just didn't want to back down. 'I get that, Alvin.' He scoffed. 'I hope you enjoyed it.'
Alvin shook his head. 'Gosh, Si... nothing you can s-say will be worse than what I'm a-already telling m-myself.' Alvin looked up from underneath his signature cap, his cheeks streaked with a few tears. 'But... I regret it all.'
'Right.' Simon said sarcastically, 'All you could think about was me while Brittany was caressing you.'
Alvin blinked. He realised that that was all he was thinking about. 'Simon...' he murmured longingly, 'I wish I never had to do that.' He insisted with more power. 'I could never choose her over you.' Alvin smiled a little. 'I choose you, Simon.' He told him earnestly. 'I love you. I am truly in love with you.'
Simon melted. He sat beside Alvin and looked him in the eye. 'Alvin... you feel nothing towards Brittany?' He figured.
Alvin smiled and shook his head. 'It was like something broke. She was kissing me, and I was touching her, and all I thought about was how different – how wrong – everything seemed, and when we stopped kissing... something just... broke.' He wiped a tear away with his sleeve. 'And I left her house and went... somewhere else before coming home.'
Simon frowned. 'Where did you go?' He asked. Alvin smirked.
'Wouldn't you like to know?' He chuckled.
Simon smiled. 'L-look, Alvin, I still don't really understand what you're trying to say here.' He looked at his hands. 'You didn't enjoy Brittany fulfilling your heat?'
Alvin shrugged. 'I guess at some points, I did, but...' he shrugged slowly, 'I couldn't get you off my mind.' He'd forgotten his tears, and was completely content with just being in Simon's company again.
Simon unsurely smiled, and, thinking it was the right moment, he leaned in towards Alvin slowly.
Abruptly, Alvin stood, defence in his eyes. Simon immediately blushed at the rejection.
'Sorry.' Alvin said quickly. He closed his eyes tight. 'I had this scene played out completely.' He opened his eyes again and reached into his pocket, pulling out the fragile item and hiding it behind his back. He took a deep breath and continued. 'Uh... this is awkward, 'cause... you're... well... my first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first love. And, hopefully my first,' he kind of waited for Simon to get the idea, but Simon chuckled, wanting to tease him.
'Your first what?' He mused.
Alvin bit his lip. 'You know what.' He chided. 'Don't make me spell it out.'
'Sorry, what are you talking about?' Simon tilted his head, a sarcastic smile telling Alvin that he wasn't going to just let him take the easy way.
'Okay! I want you to be my first...' Alvin shook his head, closing his eyes. Why was it so awkward to say it directly? He'd suggested it enough times to Simon before. 'I hope you'll be my first...' he sighed and frowned at Simon. 'I guess I want you and I to have sex and for it to be my first time.' He stated quickly, inhaling and gathering a cheerful composure again. 'Anyways, so I –'
'Alvin?' Theodore then entered the room. 'Oh, hi Simon.' He smiled at his older brothers.
Alvin's face fell. 'Hey, Theo.' He greeted. Simon gave him a small cheery wave.
'A-are you guys making up? I heard fighting...' Theodore studied his brothers' positions. He gazed curiously at the item Alvin was holding behind his back, still shielded from Simon. 'Alvin, why do you have a –'
'Theo!' Alvin cut across quickly, blushing at the near ruin of the whole point. 'It's... um...' he bit his lip, then looked at Simon for help, but Simon was just smiling in amusement.
'What've you got, Alvin?' He asked. 'You still haven't showed me.'
Alvin looked from one brother to the other, starting to get desperate. 'Theodore, can you please leave me to make up with Simon? You do want us to stop fighting, don't you?' He challenged. Theodore shifted his gaze from the thing in Alvin's hands to his brothers.
'Okay... I'll go. I do want you to get along again...' The youngest turned and started for the door. Alvin sighed in relief. 'But I don't know why you need a rose to do it.'
The bedroom door closed as Alvin's face went bright red.
The eldest couldn't muster the courage to look at Simon and see if he'd heard what Theodore said. He just looked to the side and held the small item out of sight.
'Alvin..?' Simon called slowly. Inwardly, Simon was truly flattered. A rose? The gesture was enough to make him forgive Alvin completely.
Still embarrassed, Alvin forgot why he even had the nerve to do this for Simon in the first place. What would buying him that solve? Alvin turned slowly to face Simon, not knowing what to expect. His breathing continued more normally when he saw a light smile playing at Simon's lips. It wasn't sarcastic, it wasn't a smirk, and it wasn't quite joy...
Alvin closed his eyes and sighed, revealing the single red rose. 'I... don't know why... but... I wanted to do something... for you... and this is what came to mind...' he couldn't keep Simon's gaze. 'I know it's a little... cliché, but...' he held out the rose to Simon, staring at a vacant space somewhere in-between the rose and the floor. 'It meant something.'
Simon was basically blushing. He took the rose slowly and carefully, and Alvin kind of flinched.
'It means something to me, too, Alvin.' Simon promised. Alvin looked up finally at his brother. Simon had that smile. It was grateful, and Alvin felt his worry fading.
Alvin recited what he remembered was on the card after he'd bought the flower. '"The red rose symbols love, lust, and passion; a single red rose carries all the perfect ways to say I love you, forgive me."'
You know, this would have made a good Valentine story, now that I think of it... Anywho, I'll be sure to get straight into the next chapter, and it's time to warn you guys that this story's coming to a close pretty soon, but it's got a good six chapters left in it XD ...next chapter should be up soon, I sorely hope...
Thanks for all the support!