ALRIGHT GUYS, WE'RE BACK! I'LL BE HONEST WHEN I SAY I'M NOT EXACLTY THRILLED WITH THE LAST CHAPTER, BUT I NEEDED TO GET IT OUT SO I CAN GET STARTED ON THIS. NOW IS WHERE WE GET TO THE HEART OF THE STORY, WE'RE GONNA GET TO WHAT YOU GUYS ARE HERE FOR. WE ARE GOING TO START REALTIONSHIP BUILDING NOW, WHO IS EXCITED? I AM! PLEASE REMEMEBER TO REVIEW!

ALVIN'S POV

I'm stunned…

The fur all over my body is standing up in a way I've never felt before…

"Hey Brittany, thanks for coming!" Dave said.

"No problem Dave, anytime!" Brittany replied.

My brothers greeted her as well, and she responded accordingly.

I was still paralyzed by her mere presence…

My eyes glossed over her figure, her beautiful face, those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes, and that soft, luscious auburn fur… She had the body of an angel, even more than I realized. I must've been staring for at least five or six seconds, because she eventually looked at me and asked "Alvin? Alvin? Are you okay?"

I shuddered, somewhat embarrassed that she caught me staring at her (probably along with everyone else), "Oh, hey Britt… Yeah I'm fine thanks for asking. How was your t-trip?" I asked attempting to make small talk.

Brittany smiled at me and said "It was great Alvin, thank you so much for asking."

I looked at her with a slight little shy grin, "Well I'm glad to hear that, I assume you're the mystery person that Dave asked to come work with me on my solo?"

"Yup, looks like you can't even last a month without me Alvin…" she said in a playful, yet condescending tone. Dave looked at me and gave a subtle wink.

We both have big egos and are full of pride and competitiveness, so comments like that are expected.

"Well Brittany, I'll have you know that this last month has been the best month of my life." I lied, not allowing her to stain my pride or feel superior. Deep down, it was horrible, I missed her greatly and I am internally thrilled. This is just the game that me and her have played for a while now, and I honestly want it to stop, but I can't let her win.

Brittany gave me and evil grin and said, "Oh yeah? So perhaps I should get going then hmmm?"

My eyes immediately widened, "Oh no Brittany, that won't be necessary…"

Damn, she won.

Dave spoke up, "Alright you two, enough with the nonsense. Here is what I want everyone to do. Simon, Theodore, I want you two to spend time today with Carl for some touch ups on your vocals. Alvin, you already know what you have to do… Brittany will obviously be working with you."

"Sounds like a plan, let's get down to Carl Theo!" Simon said.

"Yeah let's go!" Theodore replied.

"Sounds like a plan Dave." I said in a nervous tone.

Me and Brittany are gonna be alone for hours possibly, oh boy, I hope I don't embarrass myself….

BRITTANY'S POV.

Oh my, it's great to see my dreamy chipmunk again. He walked over to me without really making eye contact. I examined his signature red hoodie with the golden "A", still the same one that Dave had made for him. It really fit him well, the golden A matched his sexy golden-auburn eyes. I looked closely at his soft, brown fur. Every part of his being is pulling me in, like a magnet. When Dave called and asked me to come here, I was so excited. I didn't even care that I was a little tired from our flight back home, I wanted to see Alvin so bad. I've liked him for a very long time, regardless of our arguments (which has mostly been flirting in my opinion) I've always held a special place in my heart for him. His daring and wild personality, coupled with his great wit and good lucks have always driven me nuts.

Alvin and I began walking to the recording booth as he continued to make small talk, "Wow Britt, I really l-love that shirt you're wearing, it looks g-great on you."

I blushed at his comment, "Thanks Al, I'd compliment you but you're wearing the same thing you always wear…"

Alvin looked down at the red and yellow garment, "Well I have five of these hoodies, so you can tell that I love them."

Oh my god he is the cutest thing ever. We continued to walk down the hallway which had various album covers on the walls, one of which being the boy's first album (My favorite album ever… don't tell anyone, but I think "Get You Goin'" is an amazing song). I honestly really love this studio, Dave and Ian have been doing great work since they buried the hatchet and rekindled their friendship. The more I look at Alvin, the more I notice something. He is walking with his head down and he looks like his mind is racing, the usual confidence that he carries himself with is missing. He seems timid and nervous; I don't think I have ever seen him like this. Is it me? Am I making him nervous? Does he maybe have, feelings for me?

ALVIN'S POV.

I'm in such a fog. I've known Brittany for years now and have spoken to her a million times, but how come now it feels like I'm meeting her for the first time again. I've never been this nervous around anyone, especially Brittany. As the two of us approached the recording booth, I began shaking, like literally shaking all over. I could barely sing this song before, now with Brittany here, how am I supposed to do it? The more I think about it, the worse it gets. If I can't do it alone, that's fine, but if I embarrass myself in front of her, I'm going to completely destroy my chances of getting her to like me. There is way too much pressure right now.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door to the recording studio open, instantly I was hit with a wave of nerves. The butterflies in my stomach began to flutter around more than ever. I used to be such a confident singer, but this one damn song has ruined everything for me. I used to love coming into the studio to record, this room used to be the happiest place in the world for me, my home, but now it's all been crushed. The sound engineer was waiting at the soundboard and finally cued me that all systems were a go. It was time for me to start…

BRITTANY'S POV.

I sat down in a seat outside the recording booth, watching Alvin get ready to begin, he looks so dejected, something I have never really seen from him. His normal confidence is gone, his eyes look so empty, like he doesn't want to be in there. I have never seen Alvin like this, it's kind of scary to be honest. It's almost as if something is keeping him down. I hate seeing him like this.

"Alright Alvin, I believe in you, you're gonna hit it outta the park this time!" the sound engineer said, attempting to encourage Alvin.

"I hope so, ready when you are…"

"Alright, we're ready on this side, let's go!"

Alvin shut his eyes for a second, looked down, looked back up again, and then started singing.

"When the singers gone,

Let the song go on,

It's a fine line between the darkness and the dawn,

They say in the darkest night there's a light beyond….

And they ending always comes at last, endings always come to fast, they come too fast and they pass to slow

I love you…. And that's all,

That's really all I knoooww-"

Alvin's voice cracked and he struggled to reach his note on the last verse.

He hung his head down,

"Same part every time, I was doing so well…" he said in an upset and angry voice.

I feel horrible, he was doing so well and it's such a beautiful song. I cannot bear to watch him struggle like this. He started up again and, but he kept losing it on that same part. After four or five attempts I could see any remaining confidence he had was diminished to almost nothing. It was time for me to go in and help.

ALVIN'S POV.

I'm so close to giving up, I can't hit the note, I can't hold out the verse, and I'm embarrassing myself in front of Brittany. I feel ashamed. I don't know if I even want to do this anymore.

"Don't worry Alvin, you're really close! Keep trying!" the sound engineer said encouragingly.

I didn't respond and just hung my head. I needed a few minutes to think, but I also want to try and get this done. I've never felt so, powerless.

Wait, what was that? The door just opened. I looked up and saw Brittany approaching me. Is she coming to ridicule me or make fun of me?

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Go on, say it Britt… You win, you're better than I am." I've never admitted defeat like that, it hurt.

Brittany looked at me in a way I have never really seen, she looked like a caring mother or sister. "No Alvin, I'm not. Don't say things like that, you're a phenomenal singer. I want to try and help you. First of all, I haven't even heard the whole song yet, but it's beautiful. The lyrics are meaningful and very well written. This song is yet another example of Dave's brilliance as a songwriter and there is no one better than you to sing his songs. I bet it's about Claire."

She has no idea.

Dave didn't write this song.

This song is not about Claire.

This is my moment.

I looked Brittany straight in the eyes and told her "Dave didn't write this song, and it isn't about Claire."

Brittany looked surprised, "Well Alvin, who wrote it then?"

"I did Brittany, I wrote this song. This song is about you."

Brittany's surprised look was now even more intense, she was frozen.

Oh no, she must hate me. What have I done? She probably thinks I'm a creep!

"Britt? Is everything alright? If you don't like that I'll have the whole song scrapped, all of it!"

She said nothing, she just began slowly walking towards me.

I began to panic, what is she doing? Is she mad?

She was now standing directly in front of me, I was trying to talk but nothing came out. Everything was becoming a little blurry. I began to feel something warm; this warm feeling was encircling me in a way. I realized that the warm feeling was Brittany. She was… embracing me. I'm shocked, the girl that has been going through my head constantly for the last few weeks now is, hugging me. I tentatively returned her embrace, slowly putting my arms around her. I've never felt happier in my life.

"Alvin," she said, seemingly holding back tears, "that is so sweet and so kind."

"Well Brittany, I really do have feelings for you. The lyrics are an accurate representation of my feelings. For months, I poured these raw emotions into this song. At first, I didn't even understand it, but once I fully accepted what I was feeling, I knew I wanted it to be perfect. That's why I'm so hard on myself while recording it, it has to be perfect, because it's for you"

BRITTANY'S POV.

I didn't know how to feel.

I didn't think Alvin had it in him to say something like that. He really does like me, and he just melted my heart. That had to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, and it came from the boy who I've been dreaming of for months now. He wrote an entire song, about me. He wrote the most beautiful song I've ever heard, and it was about me. I felt warm and fuzzy all over, and I felt even better when he put his arms around me.

I looked into his golden-brown eyes, they looked right back at me with intensity.

"You really mean that Alvin?" I asked, part of me still couldn't believe he poured out his feelings for me.

He looked at me and with a warm smile he said, "I do Britt, I've never felt this strong about something before, I know this feeling is real.

I never thought he would say any of those words to me. Alvin has swallowed his pride and admitted his love for me, now it's time for me to do the same.

"Alvin, I've been feeling the same way for awhile too. While me and my sisters were away, I spent a lot of time thinking about you. I missed you a lot and honestly, after all of this time, I was getting nervous that you might not feel the same way."

Alvin grinned at me and said "C'mon Brittany, you know I had to keep you on your toes…" He followed that up with a cute wink.

Before me and Alvin had any chance to continue this beautiful moment, Dave walked in.

"Hey guys, any progress on the song?" Dave asked.

Alvin looked at me, then at the sound engineer, then at Dave, almost as if he forgot that he had to record.

"We're working on it Dave, I think I'm getting closer, plus I suddenly feel a little better." Alvin said, smiling at me at the end of it.

Dave nodded his head "Well that's good news, lets try and get this done today. We don't really have much of a choice."'

Alvin smiled, "On it Dave!". He seemed so much more confident now. I'm a lot happier now, knowing that he feels the same way about me as I do about him.

I just know Alvin was going to do it now, I just had the feeling.

"Okay Alvin, I'm gonna head to the other side of the glass, I think you're gonna get it this time!"

"Thank you so much Brittany for your, uh, help! I think I got this!" He said with a big smile.

Dave, the sound engineer, and I sat at the soundboard as I watched Alvin standing at the microphone. He looks like a new person, and I couldn't be any happier for him. Alvin began singing, immediately sounding better than he did before. Not to say he was bad at all before, because for the majority of the piece he was fine, but you can tell his spirits are high now. Alvin began to get closer to the part that was giving him trouble, the part he had to hit and hold out. Dave looked nervous, but I believed.

"I love you, and that's all,

That's really all I knooowwwwww! It's all I know…"

Dave nearly jumped out of his seat, "You did it Alvin! Awesome job, it sounds great!"

Alvin was fired up, he took the sheet music that was sitting on the table near him and threw it in the air while yelling, "OH YEAH! LOOK OUT WORLD, ALVIN'S BACK!"

He's so happy, and so am I.