~*Author's Note!*~

Sooo I gonna try to get into this whole "writing my own story" kind of thing. CUZ I'VE BEEN A MEMBER FOR HELLA YEARS AND NEVER WROTE ANYTHING. We'll see how it goes :D This story will be centered on Alvin and Brittany as solo artists..BIG TIME solo artists. I hope you all like this story! I don't really know, but let me know in a review! THAT WOULD MAKE ME SOOO HAPPY! Cuuuz its my first story 3

Disclaimer: I dont own AATC, but if I did...the fourth movie would've came out years ago!


~*Glamorous*~

Chapter 1

Only For a Moment

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He gently caressed my sides in a tight embrace as he brought his lips up higher above my neck and gently pressed them against my cheek. I squeezed him tighter not knowing how long the moment was going to last. Like any other time we were like this.

Together. Alone.

Without the constant demand of our presence for the paparazzi. Without the high pitched giggles of female fans screaming for him, begging for his attention and either shouting for me while secretly envying everything about me. Or attraction of the male ones trying to take pictures with him or attempting to creep their hands around me in hopes that I return the favor before getting pulled away by my bodyguards.

I love when we're like this. No interrupting managers banging on our movie trailers, interrupting backstage practices, or calling us at hotel suites trying to make us complete another record to make it precisely for how the record company, I mean *ahem*, the FANS want.

I sighed and returned the embrace, inhaling his deep, exotic manly scent while resting my head on his neck.

The flashing of cameras and people's voices grew louder outside of the walls we were secluded behind. We had just gotten out of the award ceremony and hid around a separated room that was used as a former secreted lounging area for the rich and famous. Alvin was awarded 3 International Music Awards, and I was awarded 1. Though it killed me on the inside bad enough because I worked just as hard as him. But, on the other hand, I was still just as famous as him. We had both risen to the very top and were now breaking all kinds of records, one of which was being the youngest A-List celebrities. Yes, we were famous now...but not like we were with my sisters and his brothers. We were both solo.

It had hurt Jeanette and Eleanor once they had both found out about my decision. At first Miss Miller didn't even want to hear it. I just couldn't stand to be in a girl group anymore. I had so many fresh ideas that I couldn't even take for myself because all of the recognition went to the 'group'. Song ideas went out the window because I had to share the entire song that I wrote with Jeanette and Eleanor. Or even the record company would take credit for it. If I had an outfit idea that I brought to our personal designers, my sisters had to wear my same outfit, but in a different color. Unless we were lucky to have the CEO of Versace or Chanel pay us a visit and surprise us with one of their high quality designer collection gowns. But they hadn't even wanted to do that anymore because 'the design should be worn to look like a million bucks on one girl, not look half priced on three girls.'

But it wasn't just the music either, I wanted to do movies too.

I was constantly being approached by producers and directors from Universal Studios to Disney. Steven Spielberg to James Cameron. All in love with my beauty and way to capture the audience's attention without even trying. But even then I was forced to turn them all down along with world class classic magazines because they didn't want my image to get too big and I, again, had to think of the group.

"But what will the girl's think?! Everything isn't always about you, Brittany!"

I nearly scoffed at the memory. But they all knew that was the last straw and I simply wasn't going to let opportunities keep passing me by.

Once I came to my decision, it was at our record company's annual dinner party that they gave to each artist and group each week up until New Years Day. Our group's dinner party was supposed to be the very last week prior, but had to be pushed back due to the weather. Miss Miller had been too sick to attend and the boys had had their feast a few weeks ago. So, while everyone ate, I stated that I had an announcement to make. The whole table grew silent as they waited patiently to hear what was on my mind. I looked the CEOs of the company directly in the eye and stated that I was gonna go start doing things my way. Alone.

No one said anything for a while.

They all couldn't believe the words that just came out of my mouth. I looked over at Jeanette and almost regretted my words. Her lavender glasses only made her look even more innocent as her violet, almost cerulean eyes looked at me with so much hurt. Eleanor was another story. She glared at me, completely enraged.

"What the hell makes you so special?!," Eleanor spoke with pure venom in her voice, "You think you're so much better than all of us! It's always Brittany this and Brittany that. It's been this way ever since we started the group!"

Everyone looked around and stared at us in shock. Some people were trying not to laugh as the tension was so thick. The CEOs and music producers didn't know what to do. The waiters and waitresses had slowly stopped pouring water and setting more appetizers down and had begun to do their jobs more slower, trying not to be noticed.

I stood up. Nobody was going to try and stop me from saying what was on my mind. I swallowed and tried not to let her words affect me. Sure I was spoiled and loved having my way with everything, but she just didn't understand.

I balled my fists and spoke with confidence, "I have plans Eleanor. Dreams way too big for this town and I need to give them a shot," I stared at her with determination, " You just don't unders-"

"No, YOU just don't understand", She interrupted, " You want everybody to do what you say and do things how you want them done!" Her elegant bun tied above her head was becoming unraveled with strands falling in front of her face and she let out the anger she had built up for years.

I fired back, "I just can't do it anymore. It's like I don't even have my own name! I mean the group isn't even called "Brittany and the Chipettes" , just "The Chipettes" and you both know I do a whole hell of a lot of more work than you both combined!"

Jeanette tried to reach out her arm and calm Eleanor but she swatted it away "See!, Eleanor shot and pointed at her, "There you go again! Me , me , me, thats all we ever hear out of you!"

"No! You guys take everything from me, " I roared, " you guys take my songs I write, my outfit ideas, and all of my individuality all for the stupid group."

"I HATE this stupid group!", I screamed.

Tears brimmed my eyes and nobody knew what to do. Both of us glared at each other with the utmost hate and everybody was afraid to move or speak. I was panting now and began to mutter in a soft voice "I'm leaving." I got up and took my bag and walked out of the building leaving all who attended shocked and stunned.

Ever since that day nobody spoke a word of what happened the next day and I was soon shocked to learn that Alvin was making his own moves as well. On the phone with him the next day, he stated that he had told his record company that he wanted to go solo too and nobody even argued. He never had to explain himself or anything. Simon and Theodore were too shocked and afraid to say something against it because it was evident that everything went to Alvin. The record company was completely in love with him and gave him anything wanted and did whatever he said. Even if it was behind Dave's back.

After the banquet, they led him into the heart of the record company and handed him documents to fill out and he became solo overnight.

All of that stuff is enough to make me want to hate Alvin. All of that recognition went to Alvin. Every song he wrote, what he wanted to do with the group, even the group included his name! Not to mention, he didn't even have his own limousine outside waiting for him.

Because his private helicopter was waiting on the other side of the arena.

I guess I shouldn't even be mad at him, I had a light pink private G6 my manager had purchased for me on my birthday of last year and that's where my limo was taking me to so I couldn't complain.

But the question still remains.

If I hated Alvin this much from his cocky smirk to his stupid attitude, why am I so desperate for his attention? I mean we were rivals and it has been almost a year since we both went solo and we're already the youngest and world-known hotshots, but I just feel so at home when I'm with him. Whenever we find time to hang out and we have to go, I pout because I don't want him to leave. Why do I constantly sneak over into his hotel bedroom so we can cuddle before the sun comes up? Why do I feel like bursting with excitement whenever he lowers his eyes at me, gives me a sexy smirk, looks me up and down and says "What's up, princess?"

I mean, we're best friends...but we're not supposed to be... this way.

What would our friends think?

What would our fans think?

What would our bosses think?

What would People magazine think?

Screaming and cars honking grew louder and I squeezed him tighter and he let out a soft groan. My limousine was outside and accompanied by a bevy of huge bodyguards along with my entourage that included my manager, back up singers, dancers, and few friends. They said to be out there by 11:30pm, it was 11:36pm.

"Alvin…" I breathed into his neck loving how warm his touch always was for me. My arms were wrapped around his neck. Locked and gently breathing softly.

"Hmm?" he replied into our hug while gently stroking my lower back and sides giving me a nice, relaxing feeling. He was leaning into my cheek trying to hear what I had to say.

I couldn't...I didn't want to...but…

"I have to go." I said quietly into his ear. He let out a long deep sigh and I almost felt guilty for telling him. He knows we never get to see each other for as much as we want to. We always have to hide. And sneak. And have little moments like this.

He lifted his head up and looked at me with his ocean cerulean eyes, "You sure?", he said, " you could just come with me." he gave me a cocky smile. I gazed up and met his eyes and nearly wanted to explode with excitement.

His eyes did that to me. I always got so caught up in looking at them that I nearly forget what I'm about to say. I swear on some days they were blue and on others, one would be blue and one would be kind of green. And then when he's sad or mad they tend to get darker, yet when he's happy, they swirl and make a beautiful combination of baby blue and deep dark ocean blues.

I knew I wanted more than anything to go with him. But, not with my life. I have my modeling contract, my movie deals, my album, music videos here and there, magazine cover photos right and left. I mean I'm a star. I'm a pop princess. I can't just high-tail it out of here whenever I feel like it. There's just so many things I need to do which is why I'm so glad Los Angeles has all of these opportunities for me.

It was hard work being 'In'. Nobody had the same level of fame I did.

"Ughh, its like I never get any peace!", I thought.

His chest was so tight in our embrace, almost numbing my breasts. I was quite developed for my age and Alvin seemed to notice which is probably why he was so pressed against me. I almost forgot where we were before I said, " Yes, I'm just so busy. I got these parts in a few movies, a lot of my music videos aren't finished, plus my interviews and not to mention my album", I let out a dramatic sigh, " I'm sorry Alvin, but the time just isn't right."

He looked down at me, "Aww, don't be sad Brit. Maybe when you have some free time we can cuddle again," he smirked emphasizing the word cuddle.

I playfully hit him. "Ugh!, I scoffed, "Dream on!" I was totally lying, I knew I wanted nothing more than to spray one of my sweet smelling soft perfumes on, take off all my clothes, and put on my silk satin nightgowns, throw my long wavy auburn hair up in a bun and make my way over his hotel suite where he'd be waiting with pajama pants and no shirt on in bed smirking at me and beckoning me over with his hand. Then we lay there all warm with my head on top of his chest and my leg wrapped around him gently caressing each other and talk about things we'd never tell anyone in public.

I loved those nights.

"Hey." He said running his hands through my waist length auburn curls looking at me. The limousine honked loud and the fans grew louder. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was 11:42pm. 'Crap', I thought.

"Y-yeah?...", I stammered and slowly looked up at him.

I didn't have time to respond before I was met with his lips pressed softly against mine. I opened my mouth a little wider and let him explore it so he could get a taste of my strawberry shortcake that I feasted on earlier while I experienced his caramel and cinnamon infused kiss. His tongue slowly glided all around making me moan softly in delight while I opened my eyes halfway at him and let him taste me.

This wasn't our first kiss. We, for the last few years, were stealing kisses in the bathroom when nobody was looking, behind the trees when we went to public school, and whenever we had ...times like this with nobody to interrupt us.

The limousine horn honked even louder and he let out an annoyed groan and broke our kiss with a loud smacking noise. I had to leave now, I couldn't keep everyone suspicious. I'm usually only about 5 minutes late, but never like this.

"I'm sorry Alvin, I gotta go", I said sadly, not wanting to leave his embrace. I hated doing this. He smiled and brought me closer to him in a deep embrace and gently kissed me on the cheek again. " Bye princess." he said and gave me one of his signature smirks. Before taking my hand and guiding me toward the back door. My limousine was to my left and his helicopter to our right.

I leaned toward him nervously looking down and the ground and slowly met his eyes, "Um...call me later", I sounded more like I was asking him instead of telling. He started walking toward the exit before nodding, "Yeap ", as he winked and strolled away from me towards where his team was waiting.

I sighed...and glanced at the door where he had just left out of and turned around. Now it was back to this glamourous mess... that was my life.


Soooo? This is the very first chapter I have ever written! EVER!

I hope you all liked it, if you did, drop me a line (review).

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