At home, Alvin was contemplating what had happened earlier. He had lost his whole election. And it was all Jeanette's fault. How could she do this to him? He thought they were cool.
"I cannot BELIEVE Jeanette! She just ruined this whole thing for me!" He wallowed.
As Simon ignored him, the Chipettes decided to take the zipline into their room.
Alvin gave a dirty look at Jeanette as Brittany said, "Guess who just got sworn into office! I DID!"
"I'm not talking to you," Alvin said as he gave a mean glare to Jeanette. She started to reason.
"Alvin? I know your'e upset, but--"
"Upset! UPSET! Oh-ho, upset doesn't even begin to describe my infuriation with you! I am CROSS! I feel BELITTLED! I feel DISPEREGED against! I am FUMING! Grrrr..."
Eleanor looked impatient. "Okay, Alvin, Imma need you to chill. 'Kay?"
Simon, on the other hand, was impressed. "I never knew you had such an extensive vocabulary, Alvin," he said, smiling.
Jeanette looked pitiful. "Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but Brittany seemed more cut out for the job, you know?"
Alvin shook his head. "No, I DON'T know! That-that's why I ran SEPERATELY!"
"Well, it looks like you'll have to just deal with it," Britanny said, sucking her teeth.
Alvin was enraged. "The only reason YOU ran was because YOU KNEW I WAS RUNNING!!!"
Brittany put her hands up in the air. "Whoa! Slow your roll, because I had no idea you were running until you announced it!"
Alvin snorted. "Yeah, right. Just like how you didn't know those shoes Eleanor wanted for her birthday were on sale until you saw them in the bargain bin."
Theodore chuckled at this. Eleanor gave him a stern look. "It's not funny, Theo! Those shoes were the most important thing to me!"
Theodore blushed.
"Guys, calm down," said Jeanette sternly. I'm sure there's a way--"
"Who asked YOU to speak?!" Alvin snapped.
"HEY! Don't talk to my sister like that!" Shouted Brittany.
"I can talk to her however I WANT, little miss bossy boots!"
"GUYS!" Simon shouted. "C-come on, be reasonable!"
"Brittany, Jeanette, I want you out my room." Alvin pointed to the window.
"H-h-hold on, YOUR room? As in, this room belongs to you?" Said Simon, not without chuckling.
"And what happens if we don't go?" Eleanor asked, hands on her hips.
At that moment, a wave of fury went through Alvin. He remembered the events of both today and yesterday, and how sick he was of people not listening to him.
Alvin let out a cry of yell, then punched the wall.
Which made everyone jump.
"Get out!!!" he cried.
The chipettes hurried out of the room as quickly as they could, them never seeing Alvin get so angry.
"ALVINNN!!!" Simon yelled, as he pointed to the wall. Alvin had punched it so hard, there was now a hole.
"Now Alvin, you need to take a few deep breaths and relax, before we figure out this whole situation, okay?"
Alvin complied without hesitation. He took a few deep breaths, and felt calmer.
"I feel calm," he said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I just don't know what came over me! It was like I was being possessed by a demon or something!" Simon put a hand on his shoulder.
"Alvin, it's okay," he signaled, "We all get mad sometimes. We just need to control our anger."
"Sorry. And I-I can fix the wall. I think."
Simon stopped him. "Let ME fix the wall."
"Heh. Man, I'm SO mad! I was THIS close to winning and it all just goes down the drain! I blame Jeanette."
Simone looked offended by this. "Don't blame Jeanette! YOU should've had your priorities straight! And besides, I think you need to apologize."
"To who?" Alvin looked confused.
"The Chipettes," Simon said, glaring at him. "For scaring them."
Alvin shook his head. "Okay, I'll apologize to Eleanor and Jeanette, but if you so THINK that I'll apologize to that brat, then you've got another thing coming."
"Fine. Whatever," said Simon.
"I'll call them right now, on the phone!" He picked up the house phone, and dialed the number. It continued to ring, until someone picked up.
It was britt.
"Hello?" she spoke.
"Put your sisters on the phone, Brittany Miller," ordered Alvin.
"Fine. And don't you call me by my full name!" Brittany nagged.
"Just put them on the phone!"
He heard moments of noise and the voice of the other chipettes.
"On behalf of the Chipmunk residence, Simon and I, we would like to apologize for our unjust actions."
Simon jumped up. "Hold on, WE? WHO IS WE?!"
Jeanette giggled. "It's okay."
Eleanor shrugged. "I don't care."
Before hanging up, Alvin looks as he forgot something and put his mouth near the phone. "Oh, and don't think you're off the hook, Jeanette. I'm still mad!"
Jeanette rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Alvin."
Simon whispered into his ear, "Invite them over for dinner!"
Annoyed, Alvin whisper-yelled, "WHY?!"
"Because it's the polite thing to do," Simon said factually.
"Uh... so... you guys want dinner? Er-I mean, do you guys want to come over for dinner?"
"Sure!" exclaimed Jeanette. "We'll be right over!"
A click was heard and the call was over.
"Any other requests, Dad?" Alvin said sarcastically to Simon.
"Sorry. I was just making sure you handled that correctly."
"Are you saying that I am incapable of fixing situations?" Alvin said.
"No, I'm saying that you don't know how to stop adding fuel to fire when your are given a problem." Simon stated.
"Of course. You know, cause those don't mean the same thing."
"Not really," Simon shrugged.
"Let's go down and tell Dave that they're coming. Unfortunately, I have a long night ahead of me."
"Why?" asked Theodore.
Alvin chuckled. "Oh, Theodore. Sweet, innocent Theodore. Be lucky you don't have to deal with a complete diva during the best years of your life."
All three of the chipmunks scurried downstairs, and to their suprise, the chipettes were already there.
"Wow. Jeanette wasn't kidding when she said they'll be right over," Alvin said to himself. "Or did we really waste all that time bantering?"
"Talk about late," Brittany snorted. "Some people have no punctuality."
Alvin growled and took his seat, across from her. He wanted to look at anything BUT Brittany, but for some reason, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
"Can I have a salad, Dave?" asked Brittany.
"Sure, Brittany," said Dave.
Alvin sighed as he took at teeny bite out of his meal. Brittany took a look at his plate, and decided to comment on it, much to his dismay.
"Look at all that junk food!" she said. "Alvin, you're like, SO unhealthy. I can't IMAGINE YOU being our class president."
"Okay, Brittany, I get it!" replied Alvin, defeated. "I didn't win class president! You don't have to rub in! And this, is just who I am! What I eat!" He did have to agree the portions of food on his plate were a little extreme, but it wasn't like he was gonna eat it all. "I'd rather eat this junk than LEAVES for dinner!"
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Oh, so original. Besides, salad is what keeps me in shape. You, in the other hand, don't have that problem."
Alvin looked at himself. He wasn't as robust as Theodore, but he also, by no means, was nowhere near as skinny as Simon. Or tall, for that matter. His stomach was sorta sticking out, but what's to expect when you're a chipmunk?
"Again, this is just who I am. Nothing I can do about it."
"You could eat healthier," said Jeanette.
"Yeah. That's a lotta food. I doubt you're gonna eat all that junk," added Eleanor.
Oh, for crying out- look who's talking!
"Why do you care, anyway? Let's just eat." said Alvin to Eleanor.
I'm not even hungry, Alvin thought. I shouldn't have taken all this food. I'm gonna get sick.
After a few minutes, Alvin was caught picking at his food.
"What's wrong?" smirked Brittany. "Realized I was right?"
"Uh, no, I was just uh..." Alvin said, his mind scrambling for an excuse.
"Just leave me alone!" he exclaimed.
'I can't finish this.'
"Oh, so I WAS right!"
Alvin looked confused. Then he realized he just said his thought out loud.
"You know, Alvin, I actually feel sorry for you. You lost the election, you get yelled at every day by Dave, your teachers, and your friends, you get horrible grades, you get bullied by Derek, you're practically good at nothing, and yet, there isn't a single time where you can prove me wrong."
"First of all, Brittany Miller, I only lost the election by ONE VOTE. I don't get yelled at every day by everyone, and I get horrible grades because school is too hard. I fight back when I get bullied by Derek, I'm good at almost everything, and I just proved you wrong five times."
Alvin and Brittany continued to throw dirty looks at each other for the entirety of dinner.
Theodore decided to heal the tension by asking, "So, Brittany, what are you going to do now that you're the new class president?"
"Probably turn the whole school into a spa," Alvin chuckled to himself.
"Actually, I was going to make a few drastic changes to our school environment. I want to implement a system where students can actually seem happy to come to school and learn!"
Simon was impressed. "Wow! I'm impressed!" See?
"If I was president, I'd do the same thing. Anyone would, Simon!" exclaimed Alvin.
"But you're NOT president, Alvin," stated Brittany.
'Don't remind me.' Tears started to garner in his eyes for the millionth time today. He pulled his hat over his head.
'Thank goodness for this hat,' he thought. 'If not for it, someone would suspect that I was--'
"Are you CRYING?" Brittany exclaimed with shock, looking like she wants to smile.
"No, if you must know, Britt, there is something in my eye that is REALLY bothering me." A tear came down his other cheek. "BOTH my eyes, I mean."
"Do you want me to check it out?" asked Dave, worriedly.
"No, but can I just be excused?" he asked Dave.
"O-okay, then. I'll be up to check on you later." he answered.
Alvin pushed out his chair and ran to his room.
"He was DEFINITELY crying," both Brittany and Eleanor said simultaneously.
