What's next for Alvin? How did the concussion unlock his new ability? Will he be able to remember everything he learned about physics? Or have to learn it all over again? Keep reading to find out!

Alvin's POV

I was back at school at last, and I realized just how messed up my sense of time was. So, you know how I told you that my siblings and next door neighbors were at school a day earlier? Turns out, they weren't. It was SATURDAY! Unless they were actually at school to like….set up for a dance or something. Although Britt was the only one on the dance committee.

Also, yesterday night was MONDAY night, not Sunday. That explains why Theo ran into my room saying everyone at school missed me. Boy, I sure was out of the loop…not that that's anything new. I was back on track now, at least. Who knows how long I would be.

School was very weird. I had a lot of gaps in my memory that just wouldn't fill. People kept reminding me how amazing I was in the soccer game, but I barely knew what happened at the game, aside from the life changing head injury. That may have been because I was legally blind for the game too. Gotta factor that in.

Simon leaned over to talk to me in class. "How're you doing? See any more weird visions?"

I nodded. "There was a couple this morning at breakfast and then one when I was getting out of Dave's car when he dropped us off."

He made a note on his notepad. "Visions recurring at random intervals with seemingly no pattern."

I rubbed the sleeves of my cyan hoodie and hugged myself. I had it on again, unzipped as usual to reveal my big yellow A and red shirt. "I wish I could understand them. It would be so cool if I could understand them."

"Understand what?" Eleanor popped into our conversation, unwanted.

I cringed. Did I want to tell her I gained mathy-science superpowers?

"Alvin keeps hallucinating physics equations in midair." Simon explained.

Eleanor's green eyes went wide. "Dude, what? Why?"

"W…We th…think it has to do with the concussion." I stammered.

The pigtailed girl gasped. "That can happen?"

Simon looked at the notes he'd taken on me. "Apparently."

"Don't tell Brittany." I begged. "If she finds out I'm going all nerdy again, she's gonna be crushed!"

"I won't tell her." Eleanor patted my head. The bump had gone down enough to wear my cap again, but it was still there and still tender.

I grimaced. "Ow!"

"But if you go all dictionary talk mode again, she's gonna find out anyway." The youngest Chipette reminded me.

"Pretty sure that's just the way he talks sometimes by default now." Simon nudged me.

I nodded. That was me. Weirdly eloquent, but also annoying. "In the interest of total candor and transparency, sometimes I can't help, you know, being loquacious." Which is a really fancy way of saying. Honestly, I am wordy as heck.

"That from the concussion too? Or the glasses?" Eleanor tilted her head.

"Neither." I answered, tapping my fingers on my desk. "I talked this way in my head for years, and also sometimes out loud, but mostly in my head."

Her green eyes studied me. "Whoah." Why did everyone wanna study me? I wasn't that different. Although, maybe to them I was.

Miss. Smith entered the classroom. "Good to see you, Alvin. How are you feeling?"

I didn't know how to answer that. I was feeling so much at once. Shame for my bad decision, intrigue toward my newfound skill, sorrow at my temporary? loss of a lot of my knowledge, happiness at finally being healed enough to see all my friends here…"I'm alright."

"Super." She dropped a giant stack of papers on my desk. "Here's all the homework you missed from Wednesday, Friday, and Monday." Wait? Wednesday? Ohhhh yeah. The day of the eye doctor appointment. Thursday was game day.

I groaned. At least Miss. Smith asked me if I was okay before doing this. Maybe she does care about my well-being. I got started immediately on the homework I knew I could do. I set the science and math aside. Maybe once I healed fully, I would be able to complete it. If not, Simon could probably do it for me.

At this point in my healing process, my brain wasn't as fuzzy. All that was still missing was science and math and chunks of Thursday leading up to the soccer game. Everything else was back. I could learn again. I could think up ideas again! I felt unstoppable!

The urge to learn is why I didn't go to lunch with the others. I met up in the library with Simon and Jeanette. I still hated how quiet that place was. But, I knew Si and Netta needed the quiet if they were gonna help me figure out the secrets behind my new physics powers.

We told Jeanette what had been happening to me. I had another crazy vision and drew what I saw around the room in Simon's notebook. After that, Simon actually explained what I was seeing.

"Measurements, angles, trajectory, velocity." He said. "It's fascinating stuff."

"And I see it all in my head." I blinked a few times and the vision faded again. "Apparently I'm like…calculating the speed everyone and everything is moving too. This would be a real cool power, if I had my physics affinity back. Alas, I am not so lucky."

"Oh man." Jeanette opened her psychology book. "I hope you remember physics soon."

"Me too." I sighed, sitting at the library table. "If only Eleanor hadn't made me turn my brain off."

Simon typed into his laptop. "Can people actually see physics?" He was bombarded with random results. Although there was one that was interesting.

Jeanette beat him to it though, finding the same result in the psychology book.

"Jason Padgett." She said aloud with Simon echoing the same words only mere seconds later.

I didn't know how this guy was related to me or my ability. "Who is he?" I fidgeted with a pencil on the desk.

"He's a man who has the ability to see fractals…in everything." Jeanette gushed.

I blinked. "What's a fractal? It sounds familiar, but…." I tried to think as hard as I could, but nothing came to me.

"Repeating geometric patterns. Think something like a snowflake, but on a much larger scale." Simon explained.

I frowned. "I don't see fractals though. I see numbers, lines, squiggly bits, weird symbols, and all that jazz."

"Right." Jeanette smiled. "Jason's ability is unique to him, just like yours is unique to you."

My brother typed something else into his laptop. "It's how Jason got the ability that connects him to you."

I laughed. "Wait, wait, wait, are you sayin' he got hit on the head real hard and then suddenly saw geometry everywhere? Stuff that other people can't see?"

Both their faces were serious. They looked at me like I was suddenly the most interesting man on the planet.

CLICK! ZAPITY ZAP ZAP! "That is what you're saying. Isn't it?" I realized.

"Affirmative." Simon showed me the images on the laptop screen.

"Huh? So that's a fractal?" I scratched my head. "Beautiful design. But definitely not what I see."

"Jason Padgett cared little about anything beyond partying and chasing girls. Then, one fateful night changed him forever." The Chipette in the purple and blue ombré sweater read from her psychology textbook.

I felt my face getting hot. I was blushing. Dang it!

Simon chuckled. "Boy, he sounds familiar, doesn't he, Alvin?"

"Just keep reading." I groaned.

"He used to think math was stupid. He would say, "how can you use that in the real world?" My friend with the beautiful smile continued. It was fun seeing her get excited about all this stuff. Even though it was making me want to become a ghost and float away from the embarrassment.

"Wow. Sounds just like classic me!" I squeaked, trying to quell the embarrassment. I know Jeanette liked me being an open book, but I was very tempted to close the book on this convo. If only I wasn't so curious about how this all worked.

"He was attacked on the street walking home from a bar and wound up with a concussion. It altered his personality somewhat and gave him panic attacks, OCD and extreme paranoia." Jeanette read.

Simon looked at me. "Well, Alvin's had all that as long as I remember. Long before the concussions too."

I blinked. "Concussions? As in more than one? You mean the soccer game wasn't my first?"

Simon looked at Jeanette's psychology book as he talked to me. He never met my eyes, but I could tell he was irritated. "You're up to eight now. I've been counting."

"EIGHT?" Gosh, no wonder I was such a wreck. Aside from having ADHD mess with my memory, my brain had damaged itself and healed itself seven times and was working on time number eight."

"Yes. However, this is the first time it's seemed to affect you. Usually, you just bounce back to normal. I think Theo might be right about studying physics having triggered this new skill of yours." My brother reassured me.

I felt numb. Had I really hit my head hard enough to damage it, eight times? Minor damage, sure, but still damage!

"When he awoke one morning, he discovered the way he saw the world had changed. Everything looked like a retro videogame. Water looked like tangent lines. Things were pixelated." Jeanette was still reading about the guy who sounded oddly similar to me. "He said it was surprising, scary, confusing, and beautiful, all at the same time."

"I can relate." I said bitterly. "Although I'd rather see a retro videogame than floating numbers."

"No you wouldn't." Simon told me. "Jason can't turn his ability off. It's always on. Yours is recurring, but not constant."

"Whoopee." I muttered. "Which means it'll probably just switch off and on at the worst possible times." Given my luck, that was likely.

"Anyway…" Jeanette cleared her throat. "Jason didn't have the ability to explain what his new vision meant. He began drawing it. One day, a physicist…"

"Like Sheldon and Leonard and Raj?" I interrupted.

"I don't know who those people are." Jeanette said, bluntly and sort of half-robotically.

Simon chuckled. "Yes, Alvin."

The Chipette continued to read. "Anyway, a physicist saw his drawings and urged him to take a math class. Through many classes, he developed the language to understand his new obsession with fractals." She closed the psychology book. "And that's the story. Jason has a rare condition called Acquired Savant Syndrome."

I chuckled.

"What's so funny?" She asked, flapping her hands. She does that sometimes. It's called stimming. It helps keep her grounded, but not in the way I'm usually grounded.

"The acronym spells a bad word." I chuckled. "A really bad word that means butt or donkey."

She groaned. "Alvin, focus!"

"I found something else interesting." Simon adjusted his round blue specs. They looked identical to Jeanette's adorable purple ones. Simon's glasses were far less adorable though. Odd how that works.

I leaned on the table, nibbling some crackers. "By all means, enlighten me!" I said in a way that was half genuine and half sarcastic.

"There is a theory that the brain subconsciously makes a bunch of mathematical calculations every day that we are simply not aware of. That's how we are able to have spatial awareness and reflexes. I'm thinking, in the case of Jason and Alvin, the subconscious ability was knocked INTO their conscious mind." Simon finished.

Wait! That made sense! "So everyone can "see physics" but they don't know it?"

"Essentially." His eyes were wide as saucers. "Incredible stuff."

It was great to finally know why I had this odd new power, but I was still feeling incomplete. "Think if I started reading about physics again, it would trigger the wave of understanding."

"Considering waves are a physics concept…." Simon winked at me. "I'd say, give it a shot."

Feeling confident, I borrowed Simon's Quantum Mechanics book and started to read chapter one. I didn't understand it at all. I was hopelessly confused. I shut the book and tried to blink back tears. I knew after lunch I had Miss. Smith's science class. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to go to physics class at the end of the day either. What would Doctor Wilson think? His best and brightest student was now cursed to see physics without understanding it. I was a freakin' joke.

"I take it that didn't work?" Jeanette saw my teary eyed face.

I shook my head. "I can't think about it. I want to think about it, but I can't access it. My brain built a wall between me and physics and I can't tear it down." I sighed. "Now what do I do?"

Simon looked through the notebook again. "You could show all these to Dr. Wilson and explain what happened. Maybe he'll help you make a class project out of them." He held up my equations and angles and whatnot.

"It's better than nothing." The Chipette in purple encouraged me.

"Yeah." I took the notebook. "Thanks for helping me, you guys. And sorry for worrying you with how obsessed I got with nerd stuff. That is my real personality…I think. Part of it, at least. But, instead of only listening to part of my personality, I think I'm gonna start listening to the whole thing." I walked out of the library with them next to me.

"Oh thank goodness." My brother in blue looked relieved. "Because I was worried you were going to give up everything that makes you….you, just to get better grades."

"And I didn't want to change you that much either." Jeanette said. "It's okay that you're impulsive. It drives who you are. I was only trying to help you channel it into a more…mature version of impulsive…ness." She shook her head. "Lost my train of thought. Sorry. I'm still thinking about how extraordinary the brain can be. Especially your brain."

I blushed. "Both of yours are pretty extraordinary too. Same with Ellie's and even Theo's. Britt's, well, she's gotta learn how to use hers."

"Alvin." Simon groaned as we entered the classroom. "Brittany is smart too. She's just highly specialized. Her intelligence is connected to a few areas of study, rather than a broad variety."

"Yeah." Jeanette giggled. "And she's got all the street smarts. She and Ellie got those and I have….well…mostly book smarts."

"If Britt's got intelligence, why does Eleanor say she's got the IQ of a breadstick?" I asked, taking my seat.

Simon rolled his eyes. "Because that's Eleanor's sense of humor."

"Ohhhh." I understood it now. Britt wasn't as dumb as a post when it came to everything. Only when it came to stuff like science. Stuff she wasn't interested in. Stuff that I used to hate as well….until I fell in love with it.

Boy, Simon was right about IQ score not accounting for everything. Maybe I should stop bragging so much about mine. Although, I am an Alvin and bragging is kinda what Alvins do, so I feel like maybe I'll just tone it down, you know, a tiny bit.

I slept through Miss. Smith's science class. Honestly, I needed it. For writing class, I wrote, well, this tale about how I felt when I got my concussion. Pretty cool idea, huh? When it was time for art class, I was handed a Get Well Soon card from Vanessa.

"Missed you at the comic book club." She told me sweetly. I hadn't attended on Friday due to the concussion. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and flashed an encouraging smile. "Besides the glasses being permanent now, I'm pretty good. Most of my memories are back to their…usual scatteredness."

"I love the shoes. Are those new?" She pointed down at my rainbow sneakers. I'd worn them to school without thinking about it. I think I'll start wearing them all the time. I don't need to be Albert at school, but I like the shoes and jacket. And, as I mentioned before, Albert is me. I wish I had something better to call him than Albert though. Maybe someday.

"They are, yeah. Brand new." I took them off and showed them to her in more detail. "I designed them myself."

Vanessa picked up the shoes, which looked absolutely tiny in her hands. "Wow. You are quite an artist."

"Just an artist currently. The genius part is dormant." I tried to make light of the situation.

She took her seat next to me. "I heard. Jeanette told me. And Eleanor said that you have superpowers now."

"Kinda." I laughed. "More like super pain in the butt, but kinda cool powers."

Jeanette shuffled into the art room and took her seat next to me on the opposite side of Vanessa. "Any luck yet?"

I tapped my head lightly with my finger. "Nope. I had a couple more visions during writing class though."

I paged through Simon's notebook, which was full of my scribbly recollections of my new abilities. I still dreaded telling Dr. Wilson that I'd lost the understanding I'd worked so hard to keep hold on.

"It'll come. Just be patient." The Chipette winked. "Remember our training."

I nodded.

"So have you done your pastel landscapes yet?" Vanessa asked, taking out her cylinder shaped container of pastels.

Maybe someday I'll have enough money to buy my own art supplies instead of using the ones from school. "I made mine of a solar system." I said proudly, showing the design I had completed on Tuesday last week.

Jeanette rubbed her chin, then she fidgeted with the butterfly barrette in her hair. "Does a solar system count as a landscape?" She wondered.

I shrugged. "I dunno. I just drew the first thing I thought of, BUT, and this is the important part, I didn't add ANY ALIENS, no matter how much I wanted to."

Jeanette showed us her landscape. "I created a mountain with a river running beside it." Her midnight orbs (eyes) sparkled. "I love mountains."

"I drew a rainforest scene." The human girl with the awesome legwarmers showed us her pastel painting.

The Chipette in purple admired the art pieces. "I love the rainforest too. And outer space, of course."

"Really cool!" I commented. "Both of yours look splendiferous!"

Vanessa laughed. "That's not a word, but thanks."

I chuckled too. "Blame the concussion." I squeaked. Nah, the real reason I said that was because "splendid" sounded far too nerdy. I was tryin' to balance cool and nerdy. I wish I had a good S word to use as a catchphrase. I really like the S sound. S for Seville!

The art teacher walked by and picked up my shoes from the top of the shared art table. "These are very nice, but let's keep them on the floor, please." She brushed some dirt off the table.

I chuckled again. "Oops."

Art class went great. We presented our landscapes and I think I got a passing grade. My teacher said that my choice was very "outside the box." That's pretty much my thing. Loads of outside the box thinking.

Halfway through art class, my weird physics visions turned back on and invaded my sight. They were still on at the end of class. This was one of the longer, uh, what did Simon call it? Episodes? Yeah, episodes. But this was PERFECT! I called up Simon on my phone as soon as art class was over.

"Simon, do you wanna watch my presentation in Dr. Wilson's class?" I asked.

He sighed. "Yes, but, I have biology class."

Oh drat. So much for that idea, unless…"Can you stay for 5 minutes before biology class starts?"

"Did you get your knowledge back?" He questioned, sounding hopeful.

"No, not yet." I said, looking at all the glowing cyan numbers in my vision. "But, I have an idea for my presentation!"

Another sigh. "Alvin, I don't know…"

"Pleeeeeeease." I begged. "It would mean the world to me to have you there."

"Oh, alright. I'll be there." Simon hung up the phone.

I scrambled across the school from the art room, to Dr. Wilson's classroom. The cyan glowing physics equations would not leave me alone. Which was good, because my plan depended on them. Boy, it felt good to plan things again. I missed scheming. Not that this was technically "scheming." It was just close.

I skidded in the door and ran right into Dr. Wilson's leg. My glasses fell off from the impact, but I picked them up and put them back on. "Dr. Wilson, hey. Good to see ya!" I ran to his desk. "Can I stand up here?" I asked. "I need a good view of the whole classroom."

"Why of course. And thank you for asking, young scholar." This time, I didn't mind being called a scholar. I'm used to it now, I suppose.

He watched as I climbed up to the top of the desk and started to sketch into Simon's notebook. Here was my plan. It's a really good plan. Are you ready for this?

Okay, so, I quickly sketched a landscape drawing of the entire classroom. It was crude, because it was sketched so fast, but it got the job done. Then, I took out a cyan gel pen that Jeanette had leant to me and I recorded all the glowing physics craziness I saw in the room. I may not have known what any of it meant, yet somewhere, deep deep inside my healing brain…I DID know.

I finished the sketch and showed Dr. Wilson. "What do you think of this? Will this work as my "physics of everyday things" project?"

"I'd say so." His smile gleamed. "You completely understood the assignment."

I laughed inside my head. No, I didn't. Not at all. At least, not on the surface.

And because Jeanette had been on my case about being more open and honest, I didn't try to hide what happened to me. When Simon arrived, most of the class was there. Dr. Wilson let me present first, cuz, let's face it, I'm kinda his favorite. I told the entire story about my accident and my new ability and, well, everything. Then, Simon swooped in to explain all the physics stuff I'd drawn for me. I'm so glad I can count on him. Best bro ever!

"…as you can see, Alvin's calculations and measurements are scary accurate." My brother finished. "And we predict, eventually, once his brain has fully healed, he'll be able to understand what this new ability is telling him. But, until that time comes, I'm always happy to translate."

The whole class clapped. I cheered and tried to lift Simon into the air, which ended with us both on the floor. He helped me up and we both took a bow.

"Well, I'm off to biology class now. If I hurry, I'll only be about 3 minutes late." He smiled at me. "You owe me, bigtime."

"I owe ya my life, dude." I responded.

I watched a bunch of the other presentations as they explained their take on the project. As I was watching, something amazing happened. The physics visions cleared up, so I could focus on what they were saying. And by the tenth presentation, it all came rushing back! Finally! I know it was less than a week, but it felt like forever!

Matter, angles, force, momentum, the laws, the theories, the principles! They were all right at home again, in my mind, exactly where they belonged. The wall separating us had crumbled! We were reunited and it felt AWESOME! I felt AWESOME!

Once the presentations concluded, I stayed after class with Dr. Wilson, as I tended to do. He gave me the assignments I missed and I gave him the best news ever. "Simon was right! It came back! It all came back! I'm the ultimate physics kid again!" I grinned. "It's so good to have it back."

"I can imagine it would be. Although, I must say, you handled the presentation very well, even without it." Dr. Wilson replied. "You're good at dealing with adversity."

"Well, my family helped a lot." I admitted. "Without them, I probably wouldn't have followed the doctor's instructions." I scrunched my nose as I realized something else. "I think they saved my brain."

"You should thank them." He said, patting my cap gently.

I nodded. "Yeah. I should." And that's exactly what I set out to do.

At home, I called everyone into the living room for a family meeting. It wasn't an intervention this time. It was for a completely different reason.

"Thanks for, you know, helping me recover from the concussion." I told Dave, my brothers, and the Chipettes. "And thanks for being so worried about me too, you know, when I was going all full-nerd mode."

"Happy to help." Theodore squeaked.

Simon nodded. "Always."

Jeanette was laying sideways in one of the comfy chairs. "Singing with you was very fun."

"You should sing more often." Brittany added. "And do a duet or two with me!"

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Alvin." Dave breathed a sigh of relief. "I may not always know what's going on with you, but I will try my best to protect you."

"You were never a scapegoat, kiddo." Eleanor fist bumped me. "Sorry if you felt like one."

"I will try not to always suspect you when things go wrong." My dad blew my mind by saying that. "But you have to prove that you can be responsible. Okay?"

I wagged my tail as I stood on the coffee table. "You have my word! Mr. Responsible has entered the building!"

Brittany pouted. She wasn't happy with my decision. "I thought you were going to quit the whole nerd thing."

"Au contraire." I responded. "I'm still half nerd. In fact, I might even be about 60% nerd now." I grinned.

Britt slumped her shoulders. "Don't tell me…"

"Ohoho! I am BACK, baby!" I looked directly at Simon. "Quiz me!"

"On?" He asked.

I jumped off the coffee table and to the arm of the chair he was sitting on. "Anything! It's all here! My brain is SAVED!"

He thought of something to ask and then smirked. "What states that you can either know how fast a particle is moving OR where it is, but not both?"

"Heisenburger's Uncertainty principle." I said, jumping up to the back of the chair.

Simon chuckled. "Close enough." He climbed up on the back of the chair and hugged me. "It's good to have you back."

"Yeah." Brittany sounded hollow. I sensed she didn't think it was good. "Anyway, I've got to go. Lots of stuff to do and a closet to re-organize."

"I should head out too." Eleanor jumped out of the chair and stretched. "I'm exhausted."

Her sister in pink teased her. "You just want to go home and admire the championship trophy."

"Nuh uh!" Eleanor teased back. "That's on my schedule for tomorrow. I can't do it with you spraying your disgusting perfume everywhere."

Cue a dramatic gasp as Britt reached the door. "My perfume smells BEAUTIFUL! Better than your stinky gym bag."

"I'll make you wear my gym bag on your head if you come near me with that perfume." Those were the last words we heard from Eleanor, before she was out the door.

With the two of them gone, Dave was the next to head out. "I'm going to get dinner ready."

"What are we having, Dave?" Theo asked, clutching his backpack clip sized Talking Teddy toy in his hands. He has SO many versions of that dang bear.

Our dad smiled, which isn't something he does often. At least, not at me. "We're having lasagna. Veggie lasagna for you, and regular lasagna for the rest of us."

"Mmmmm. Lasagna." My baby bro replied.

I chuckled. "You sound like Homer Simpson."

"Nuh uh!" Theo said defensively, before scratching his head. "Who's he?"

"Seriously?" I facepalmed. "You guys have to start reading TV tropes."

"Oh, speaking of TV tropes, I just realized my new physics powers are sorta like the ones that JJ on No Ordinary Family has." I slid off the back of the chair and jumped to the couch. "Isn't that cool?"

"You watch a lot of TV." Simon ruffled my hair. "Hey, is your physics vision on right now?"

"Not currently. I'll let you know when it turns on." I jumped onto the arm of the chair Jeanette was sitting in.

Simon looked at me. "Careful."

I stopped balancing on the arm of the chair and instead sat down next to Jeanette, who was now sitting up in the chair instead of laying down.

"Oh yeah. Wouldn't wanna hurt myself again." I put an arm around Jeanette.

"You really are different." Theodore said, looking up at me.

I got bored of sitting still real quickly and carefully hopped down from the chair, to pace along on the floor. "I'm completely different and exactly the same at the same time." I exclaimed. "It's weird, it's freaky, but I kinda love it. I'm mature-er now, Simon." I pulled him out of the chair to join me on the floor. "I know I always used to say I was before, but now I actually am! Before I went out on that football field…."

"Soccer field." Jeanette corrected me.

I continued my monologue. "Right, right, soccer field. Before I went out there, risking my life doing dangerous stuff. I actually tried really hard to stop myself. If not for Ellie coming in and pushing me, I may have backed out. Isn't that EXCITING!? I'm finally developing that survival instinct thing you talk about!"

Simon was astonished. "Wow. That's uhhh….that's great, Alvin."

I hugged myself in my cyan hoodie. "I know it's great! It FEELS great!" I always wanted more control over my thoughts. The impulsive nature could stay, because it keeps me exciting, but I wanted to be able to protect myself when my family and friends weren't around to help me out!

My brother in the royal blue sweater looked from me, to Jeanette, then back to me. "Maybe hanging out with Jeanette so much HAS helped you."

"Duh!" I threw my arms out theatrically. "That's what she's been trying to tell you!"

Jeanette climbed down from the chair to join us. "Kind of, yeah. He's come a long way in a short time, but he's still got a long way left to go."

"I think he can go all the way!" Theodore interjected.

I thought I could too. I wasn't gonna stop tweaking my personality until I was EXACTLY who I wanted to be. Who I was meant to be.

My vision filled rapidly with the glowing equations again and this time, for the very first time since my ability manifested, I knew what everything meant! "It's so….beautiful." I was moved by it. I wished I could share it with Simon. I knew he really wanted a power like this. If only there was a way to let him see what I was seeing. Maybe he'd invent a way, someday.

"Simon,…" Theodore tugged at my arm, trying to snap me out of my mathematical trance. "It's happening again."

"Alvin, buddy, you good?" Simon asked.

Crazy weird being able to calculate how tall each of my brothers were in comparison to each other without having to measure them. My brain handled the measurements for me. And the angles! Gosh, this was gonna help me so much in sports! If only it had a controllable on/off toggle.

I snapped myself back to reality, but the visions were still everywhere. "I'm good. I'm good. It is, uh, still gonna take a while to get used to that."

"You'll get there." Jeanette put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I had an idea. "Hey, Simon, run around the room."

"Uh, okay." He started to run and my new powers got to work feeding me all the info there was about his movement.

"Ohoho! Sweeeet! I can calculate how fast you're going." I exclaimed. I loved this power!

He smiled at me, and slowed his pace by a little bit. "How fast am I going?"

"15 miles per hour." I said. "But as soon as I distracted ya, it dropped to 12 miles per hour."

Theo stuck his Talking Teddy backpack clip in his pocket. "That's not very fast, is it?"

"Incredible!" Jeanette flapped her hands.

Simon got a smirk on his face. At least I think it was a smirk. I could probably calculate the slope of his smirk, but I was too busy thinking about the other stimuli. "Wish you hadn't calculated that, Alvin." I heard my younger bro say.

"Why?" I tried to figure out which way Simon had gone.

Turns out, he was behind me! He attacked me with tickles "Because now you don't know where I am! Haha!"

"Hey! Haha!" I laughed.

Netta burst into a fit of giggles.

The only one not joining the giggle party was Theo. "I don't get it."

"It's a physics thing." The adorable Chipette in purple squeaked.

My baby bro looked irritated. "Yeah, I know that much."

I took my cap off my head and tossed it up in the air, watching the glowing parabolic arc as it completed the journey back to my hand. This was too much fun!

And then, the glowing cyan equations and angles and whatnot vanished as quickly as they'd appeared. "Aw man. Well, show's over."

"We didn't see anything though." Theodore reminded me.

"Show's over for me." I corrected.

Simon wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's still a remarkable ability."

"Remarkably unreliable." I smiled. "Kinda like me."

Jeanette returned to the treehouse and then we all had some DELICIOUS lasagna with Dave. I prefer that to the copious amounts of salad. Let me tell you, Dave's lasagna is legendary. I could eat that stuff for days without getting sick of it. Okay, that's probably a lie. I prefer variety. It is the spice of life, as the saying goes.

Later that night, I was organizing my books, by which I mean just stacking them vertically by my bed. I wonder if Simon would let me borrow part of his bookshelf. Eh, that's probably pushing it.

Anyhulahoop, as I was doing this, I got a text from Eleanor. [Heads up. I told Britt about your physics powers.]

Drat! Curse you, pigtailed demon child! She usually is really good at keeping secrets too. I think she told Britt on purpose.

"WHAT!?" I heard Brittany scream angrily. "THIS IS GOING TO MAKE HIM 10 TIMES MORE ANNOYING!"

I sighed. She would have to come to terms with me being a nerdy dude sometime. It's not like I wasn't still fun! As soon as I was allowed to be on sports teams again, I was gonna join them all! With my new ability, I would be one of the best players. I was already getting more accustomed to focusing only on the equations I care about. Although the entire vision itself was spectacular, like an art project.

Unfortunately, physics hallucinations weren't the only hallucinations that would haunt me the rest of my life. I learned this that very same night, while I was in the bathroom, trying to get used to seeing my face with glasses. I was staring into the mirror and making funny faces. Then, I looked away from it. When I looked back, that's when it happened.

I was looking at my face without the glasses. The Alvin in the mirror didn't have the cyan jacket and red T shirt on either. He had my old red hoodie. I was trying to figure out what in tarnation was possibly going on, when he started TALKING to me!

"Yooo hooo, bucko. Remember me? I'm cool, suave, handsome, totally awesome. You know, the kind of guy you used to be." He taunted.

I was tired. This wasn't something I wanted to handle right before bed. "Leave me alone. I can't handle a hallucination right now." Gosh, I was crazy. I'd lost my mind.

Classic Alvin wouldn't take no for an answer. "Well, you better listen up, buster, because the clock is tickin'."

I gave him my sternest expression. "What do you want?"

He pointed a finger at me from his spot in the mirror. "I want you to get your keister out of that physics class. Now, chop chop. Or I'm gonna come out of this mirror and drag you out." He threatened me! My reflection was actually THREATENING me. "Neither of us wants that. I'm not even sure it's physically possible. But you would be the expert on that, wouldn't ya? Future science prodigy?"

I closed my eyes, hoping that would get rid of him. "It's not physically possible. You're a figment of my imagination intensified by my addled brain."

"Whatever." He had my attitude times like five. "Point is, dude, I'm part of you. I'm getting smaller and smaller every day. You know it. I know it. Everyone can see it. Unless you start listening to me, I'm gonna disappear…forever." Wait, was that true? Would the old me vanish entirely? Did he have to in order for the new me to be fully realized?

Did I want that? I DID NOT! "I don't want that. What do I do?" I asked, now prepared to listen to him.

"Ditch science! Party hard! Screw the rules! Be YOU again! Like Britt said!" Okay, maybe I didn't want to listen to him. Why was this so CONFUSING!?

I adjusted my red glasses because they were slipping. They do that a lot. "I can't."

Classic was desperate now. I felt bad for the guy. "Why not? Don't you care what happens to me? Don't you love me?"

"Yes! I love you! But…people change. Jeanette said…" I squeaked, before he cut me off.

He pounded on the mirror. Hard. "You have to stop listening to Jeanette!" He begged. That wasn't an option. I needed her to guide me on my quest of self-betterment.

"I don't want to think about this right now!" I fumed. "Look, man, I need ya. I promise I'll figure this out. Just stop bothering me!" It had been a LONG day.

Classic huffed angrily. "Have it your way. When your new ego dies like the old one, don't come cryin' to me! Hmph!" He vanished from the mirror, leaving me staring at my new and much geekier looking face.

Well, now I was gonna have to deal with that too. Instead of a voice in my head, now he could actually be seen EVERYWHERE. I wondered if the nerdy voice from my head had a corporeal-looking hallucination form too. Ah, the concussion giveth and the concussion taketh away. Hello superpowers, goodbye what was left of my sanity.

The next day, before school, I decided I needed some of that good ol musical medicine to help me with the changes I was facing. Dave got the call my new glasses prescription was in, so I'd be facing another eye doctor appointment after school. I wasn't thrilled, but it was gonna be nice to properly see instead of everything being kinda fuzzy all the time.

I browsed through my dad's collection of antique records to find the perfect one to listen to. That song Theo sang to me popped back into my head, so as I was searching through the records, I started to sing it absentmindedly. It did help lift my mood.

"I'm gonna soak up the sun

I'm gonna tell everyone to lighten up

I'm gonna tell 'em that I've got no one to blame

For every time I feel lame I'm looking up

I'm gonna soak up the sun

I got my 45 on

So I can rock on"

I picked out an Elvis record and sat down in Dave's easy chair, listening to the music and hoping that from here on out, things would turn around for me. Thinking back, since the day I set foot in Dr. Wilson's physics class, it had been a wild ride. New surprises around every corner. Some were good, some not so good. But, I'm gonna take what Theo said to heart. Try and focus on all the good things. My life is extraordinary.

That's a wrap on this story! It did wind up being only 4 chapters!

Jason Padgett is a real guy and his story is INCREDIBLE! I highly recommend looking him up. He's probably the closest thing there is to a real life Alvin 2.0.

I'm REALLY hyped to write the next story. The head of the universe (Janice, she created the Alvinnn! show after all) is very annoyed at Alvin. She's like "The concussion didn't knock all the science out of him! What do we do now!?" The answer? Well, you'll find out in story 6!

Story 6 will also be extremely Alvinette heavy. I hope you enjoyed this crazy tale. I did a lot of research for it. It was a real project. It was super fun adapting it into a fic format! I got to expand on so much! I'm gonna stop rambling now.

When we return, Alvin's life continues to be flipped upside down in ways he doesn't expect. Will he survive? Uh, duh, it's Alvin!