Author: AlvinNBrittney PM
Alvin and Brittney are 15 and 16 years old. Will they ever tell each other their feelings toward one another? Rated T - Just in case!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,810 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 10-02-09 - Published: 11-30-08 - id: 4687730
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Author's Note: SO SORRY it has been an eternity since I last updated, but I do intend to finish this story. Please comment!
Brittany sat cross legged on her bed as she slowly brushed her silky-burnett hair.
Brittany let out a yawn. She placed her brush down on her bed as she picked up her coffee that sat on her night stand. She usually did not drink coffee, in fact she rather hated it, but this morning was an exception. She held the cup to her lips and let the brown liquid slide down her throat in a gulp. Her face cringed for a minute and then subsided. She place the cup back in its place and continued to comb her soft hair.
The pink -cladded chipette was nothing near a morning person. She would never in her life wake up early on any day, especially on a Saturday. In fact, it took quiet some persuasion from her siblings and foster mom to get her up on regular school days. She had gotten up at 7am in order to get herself ready for the long day she had with her well-known rival. This is what made the situation more unusual. Why should she care what Alvin thought of her appearance? She'd known the chipmunk for a big potion of her life, so what made him to special? Though being one of the most popular kids in school, she did have a reputation to keep. If she were to sleep in and not prep herself, a certain prideful chipmunk could blab gossip about how 'unfashionable' she was. Though again, it could be that she really did care what Alvin thought. But if this was the case, not even Brittany had admitted it to herself.
Satisfied, the chipette placed her brush back on her night stand and gulped down the rest of her coffee. With a sigh, she looked at her clock. It read 7:40am.
"just enough time to eat breakfast."
Brittany picked out a pink ribbon from her makeup bag and pulled her hair into her usual ponytail. She could now hear pots and pans rattling downstairs. At that, the polished-chipette knew Eleanor had started cooking breakfast. The green-cladded chipette was a very devoted person. She was always the one looking out for the family and she always knew what to say when you needed cheering up. This was a great help, since Miss Miller was getting up in those years.
Though Brittany was nowhere as good as a cook as Eleanor, she decided to go down and help her get breakfast ready. It would help her get her mind off of the day ahead. That would be if Eleanor let her. Brittany had once helped Eleanor cook dinner, and they all ended up sick for three days.
Brittany grabbed her empty cup started to leave when her cell phone rang. She picked up her purse and pulled her vibrating phone out. She read the calling ID. It was Kevin. Kevin was the most popular guy in school. Being popular herself, Brittany had acquaintances with him. They occasionally would hang out and talk to each other. They even went out once. Quickly, she answered the phone.
"Hello." Brittany said casually.
"Hey Brittany, it's Kevin..."
Alvin looked across from him to see Simon across in the drivers seat with his hand on him.
"Alvin we are at the Millers....you fell asleep."
"Ah, what?" the drowsy chipmunk replied.
Rolling his eyes, Simon pulled Alvin's earphones out of his ears.
"Hey! Give me back my iP'-"
Simon handed back Alvin his iPod. "I said we are at the Millers!"
Not wanting to have to wait for a worthless answer, Simon pulled the keys from the ignition and headed for the door.
Alvin rubbed his head, still sitting in the passenger seat, wondering how he managed to fall asleep on less than 5 minute trip down the road. With a sigh, he pulled his backpack from the back seat and opened the door.
The red-cladded chipmunk shivered as his body entered the cold morning wind. He pulled his jacket closer to his body and made his way to his day of toucher.
The warm house greeted Alvin as he entered through the door. The smell of bacon and eggs met his hungry nose as he entered the living room. He pulled off his coat and dumped it, with his book bag on the couch. Not having any breakfast that morning, Alvin eagerly headed straight for th kitchen where Eleanor, Jeanette and Simon sat talking about their plans for the day. The first thing Alvin noticed was a plate with some eggs and bacon, like he smelled on the way in, and beside it, a plate of fresh-baked blueberry muffins. If it wasn't for Simon, The starved-chipmunk would of dove into the heavenly food and let his worries drift away, but to his frustration, his blue-cladded brother popped his bubble.
"Alvin, I talked with Eleanor and she said that she will bring you and Brittany up some food, so you guys can go ahead and start on your essay."
"Can't I at least have a peaceful meal before I toucher myself?"
At that remark, Jeanette and Eleanor gave out a little giggle. Simon just sighed.
"Alvin, you have one day to get this essay done. You and I both know you will need all the help you can get – even with Brittany's help." Simon said bluntly.
Alvin sighed. "Ok, ok, I'll go."
Alvin resentfully walk out of the kitchen, toward the stair case. Alvin didn't know why everyone was making such a big deal of of this. After all, it was only and accident. By now, though, he should be used to it. Yes, this wasn't the first time the trouble-making chipmunk had caused an'accident.' It seemed whenever something went wrong, all fingers pointed at him. And he was tired of it. He could only count how many weekends he'd sit in his room and watch enviously as his siblings played outside on a sunny-Saturday, or he watch his family and the Millers go to a long awaited concert, while he stayed at home, now even able to play video games.
"Though." He thought. As he walked up the stairs. "Brittany did work her heart out on that paper, and if that happened to me I'd be furious at her."
Yes, he would apologize to her. He never liked Brittany being mad at him, even though if she was wrong. As he neared her door, his attention was taken to some talking going on in Brittany's room. The mistof-maker he was, Alvin slowly put his ear to the door to see if he could get any part of the conversation.
"....oh, yeah, I know....oh, Kevin, your so sweet!........ Ok, what is it?
Being so concentrated, Alvin bumped his head on the door at the sudden screams of joy from Brittany.
"ARE YOU SERIOU?! YES!...I mean of course I'll go with you to the Snow Ball dance! The excited chipette said in a calm tone.
To be continued........