Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks, the Chipettes, or anything associated with them.

Author's Note: This story is for all the Alvin and Brittany fans out there! Hope you guys enjoy reading!

Chapter One: Thinking of Him

Brittany's Point of View:

I sat in my last class of the day with my head in my hands thinking of all the possible things I could be doing besides what I was being forced to do at that very moment.

"And so class," my calculus teacher said. "The derivative of cosine over sine is…"

As the teacher continued is lecture, I began to ignore him.

This is just what I need, another day stuck in a stuffy classroom listening to a deathly monotonic teacher go on and on about something that I could care less about. Seriously, what was calculus good for? In my opinion, it was good for absolutely nothing.

To pass the time, I decided to take out my notebook and doodle. I loved doodling. It was the one thing I could do to get my mind off things, not to mention block out things I didn't want to hear, like my teachers' lectures.

As I started doodling, I couldn't help but overhear the faint whispering coming from behind me.

"God, wasn't Alvin Seville so cute at his rock concert Friday night?" a nasally voice whispered.

I gritted my teeth as I began to hear light, girlish giggles. I recognized that disgusting voice the minute I heard the first word spoken. It belonged to none other than Natalie Goldstein, otherwise known as the biggest flirt, or as I like to call her, the biggest slut, in the entire school.

Every day, Natalie would come into school wearing really tight shirts that were so low, her breasts practically fell out of the shirt, and her jeans were always skin tight. I could never understand how she could ever walk around in them. She always wore a lot a make-up. Coming from me, that's saying a lot. Her voice was the nastiest quality about her. It was so nasally, and it truly made me sick to listen to it.

I knew Natalie hated me, only because she was jealous. I've been a solo artist for a year now, and ever since then, she's been trying to be better than me. In my opinion, it was incredibly pathetic. You would think she had a life.

"I know," I heard one of giggling friends, or as I call them, followers, say. "I wouldn't mind breaking off a piece of that hot body."

That comment caused another round of giggles among the group, and I gripped my pencil tightly as I tried to continue doodling. The mention of his name truly made me gag. I swear if I ever heard that name again.

"Sorry, girl," Natalie said. "Alvin Seville is all mine."

When I heard Natalie say that, it really surpassed my limit. My hand continued to tighten around my pencil, and then, all of a sudden, I heard a snapping sound as I looked down at my hand. Damn it. Those bitches made me break my pencil, and that was my last one, too. I groaned loudly as I placed my head down on my desk. So many questions ran through my mind. I swear I could feel my brain literally pound against my skull. All the questions centered around one person.

Why am I letting him bother me? Why does he matter? Why should I care about him?

Before I knew it, the last bell rang. Thank, God. Now I can get the hell out of there. I wanted as far away from those bimbos as possible. I quickly packed up my notebook as everyone practically squeezed themselves out the door to leave. I couldn't say I blamed them. It was Friday, and being anywhere else was better than being in school.

As I began zipping up my back pack, I felt something hard push against my back. The push had so much force that it caused me to knock my back pack off my lap and onto the floor. My notebooks and papers spread all over the place as they fell out. I heard a maniacal laugh come from behind me, and I turned around and grimaced when I saw the slut herself, along with her followers smirking at me. God, I really hated her guts.

"Oops, sorry, Brittany," she said as she continued to smirk at me.

Her group of followers began to laugh, and all I could do was glare at her while she and the rest of her followers left the room, their unbelievably high heels clicking behind them.

"Bitch," I said under my breath.

Natalie truly pissed me off. Just because she thought she was all that doesn't mean she was. She had no right to go around and treat everyone like dirt. I'm a spoiled rock star, and I act better than her. I truly hoped she would get what was coming to her.

I got down on the floor, quickly picked up my notebooks and placed them in my back pack. After packing all of my things, I slung my back pack over my shoulders and slowly walked out of the classroom. I walked down the long hallway towards my locker, trying my best not to think about the slut and her followers.

Once I made it to my locker, I dropped my bag on the ground, put in my combination, and opened it quickly. I picked all the books I would need for all my homework that night before turning to look at myself in the tiny magnetized mirror I had placed on the inside of my locker. God, my hair looked terrible. I swiftly pulled out my messy ponytail and began smoothing out my hair. As I finished fixing my hair, I saw something very displeasing. Looking in my mirror, I could see none other than Natalie and her followers walking down the hallway. They were surrounding someone, and I scowled when I realized who it was.

"Oh, Alvin," Natalie said affectionately. "You were awesome at the concert last Friday night."

Hearing Natalie's nasally voice and his name made me cringe as I continued to watch the group, through my mirror, walk down the hallway. I looked at Alvin closely. His blue jeans were sagging slightly. His leather jack was slung over his shoulder along with his back pack, and he wore his signature red cap backwards. I knew I shouldn't have looked at him, because now, I couldn't help but think about how incredibly cute he looked. Damn it. What was I thinking?

"Well," Alvin said smoothly. "That's just how I roll."

His comment sent a round of laugher throughout the entire group of love struck bimbos, and I grimaced as I watched Natalie grab Alvin's arm as they continued to walk down the hallway. I clung to my locker door as if it were my life line as the group came closer. Soon, the group walked passed me and out of my sight. Thank, God.

That Alvin Seville, I swear I could kill him. He acted like such a big shot just because he was a solo artist now. I was a solo artist, too, but did anyone see me brag about it on a daily basis? Well, maybe a little, but Alvin took his fame to the extreme and let it go to his head. He was so arrogant, so selfish, so egotistical, so…so…

"Ugh! I hate Alvin Seville!" I screamed as I slammed my locker shut.

I stared at my locker for a whole minute before letting out a long, deep sigh. I could feel my expression soften as I placed my forehead on my locker.

"What am I saying?" I whispered to myself. "I don't hate him. I could never hate him."

I closed my eyes as my thoughts brought me back to Alvin. Even though Alvin was arrogant and egotistical, he was also something more. No one saw him as clearly as I did. Underneath that tough guy rocker image, there was a sweet, kind, and thoughtful person. The only time I ever saw it was when we were together. I guess I wouldn't be seeing it anymore.

"Brittany?" I heard from behind me.

I didn't have to guess who the voice belonged to. I lifted my head from my locker and turned around to see none other than my two sisters standing by my locker.

"Oh, hey, guys," I greeted solemnly.

"Are you ready to leave?" Jeanette asked.

"Yeah, just let me grab my stuff."

I bent down and slung my back pack over my shoulders.

"Let's go," I said as I began walking down the hallways.

My sisters followed as I continued to think about the red capped chipmunk.

The walk home was pretty quiet, except for Eleanor, who was on her cell phone talking to Theodore about her day at school. Jeanette was her usual calm self. She read a book Simon had lent her while my thoughts continued to jump around in my head. Once my sisters and I made it to the house, I quickly opened the door and walked inside. I dropped my back pack by the door and began walking up the stairs to my bedroom. I really needed my space.

"Brittany?" Jeanette called.

I let out a small sigh as I turned on my heels to face my little sister. I looked at her face closely. She looked a little concerned.

"Yeah?" I asked her.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

I arched an eyebrow, confused from my sister's question.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered. "Why do you ask?"

Jeanette looked away from me shyly. I smiled a little from her action. It was typical for Jeanette to do that whenever she felt uncomfortable talking to people.

"Well," she began as she looked back up at me. "You didn't talk at all on the way home, and it's just not like you. You're not getting sick are you?"

I giggled slightly from my sister's comment about being sick.

"No, I'm just a little tired," I assured her. "I'm just going to rest for a little while."

"Oh, well, okay," she said shyly with a small smile on her lips.

"Let me know when dinner's ready."

"Okay, I will."

I smiled tenderly at my little sister as I turned around and continued climbing up the stairs. I walked down the hallway and entered my light pink colored bedroom, closing the door behind me. After slipping off my pink heels, I made my way over to my pink bed, where I collapsed onto my back. I stared at the ceiling for what seemed like forever as a memory came back to my mind.

Flashback…

"Give it up, Alvin!" I shouted. "You know I'm going to win!"

The sun shined brightly down onto the neighborhood as I rollerbladed down the sidewalk. I was twelve at the time, and on that warm summer day, Alvin and I decided to have a little contest to see who the fastest roller skater was. So far, it was me.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Alvin came up right beside me. How did he catch up to me so fast?

"Not a chance, Brittany!" he yelled in my ear.

Before I could even blink, Alvin was right in front of me. There was no way I was letting him beat me, so I began pushing my skates faster forward. I could see myself catching up to Alvin again. With one more push of my skates, I could pass him. Then, all of a sudden, I felt my left skate get caught on a small rock on the sidewalk. My balance immediately became uneven, and before I knew it, I was falling to the ground, screaming loudly as I did so.

Once I made contact to the ground, my body slid slightly, and the feeling of tearing skin sent a sharp, unbearable pain down my right leg. As I attempted to stand up, the pain became worse. There was no way I was going to be able to walk at that moment, and I could feel tears form on the bridges of my eyes.

"Brittany!" I heard an anxious voice call out.

I listened as the sound of roller blades came closer towards me. Before I could even look up, Alvin was crouched down next to me.

"Brittany, are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked concerned.

"My leg," I informed him.

Alvin turned me over on my left side to look over my leg and pain continued to course through it as he did so. When I looked down at my leg, there was a huge, long scrape to ran from my ankle to just below my knee cap.

"Wow, that is one bad skid mark," Alvin said worriedly as he took off his skates and through them to the side. "Come on. Let me take you to my house."

Before I could even protest, Alvin had swept my off my feet and into his arms. He thinks he's some sort of prince charming or something.

"Alvin, you can't carry me," I said forcefully. "What about your skates?"

"They're not important right now," he answered. "Besides, I can carry you. You are as light as a feather."

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt my cheeks begin to burn from Alvin's comment. I probably turned as red as Alvin's t-shirt. I hope he didn't notice. I never noticed how warm Alvin's chest was, and I decided to snuggle closer to it. With my ear against his chest, I could hear his steady heart beat, and I didn't understand why this beat was suddenly music to my ears.

By the time I opened my eyes, we were already at his house. Alvin took me into the garage, placed me gently on the ground, and took off my skates.

"I'm going to get a first aid kit," he said to me. "I'll be right back."

I watched as he quickly left the garage and headed into his house. Something was truly puzzling about Alvin's behavior. For as long as I have known him, he's never shown this kind of concern towards anyone in his life. To me, he was just the kind of person who thought only about himself. Now, I didn't know what to think.

After a minute, Alvin came back into the garage with a first aid kit in hand as well as a wet wash cloth. He crouched down next to me and began cleaning my scrape. It didn't hurt terribly, but the warm water made it feel uncomfortable. Then, he opened the first aid kit and pulled out a can of disinfectant spray and some gauze.

"This may sting," he warned as he picked up the disinfectant.

As he began to spray my wound, the sting was absolutely treacherous. I gasped sharply from the pain.

"I warned you," Alvin stated as he took the gauze in his hand.

Then, he began to wrap my leg. Alvin's behavior was still a little questionable to me and I couldn't help but wonder if there was some kind of motive behind his actions.

"Alvin?" I began.

Alvin looked up from my leg. I guess that meant he was listening.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked simply.

I watched as his eyebrow arched slightly.

"What do you mean?" he asked with confusion in his tone.

"Well," I started. "It's just that for as long as we've been friends, you've never done something like this for me. So why are you now?"

Alvin didn't answer immediately. He just looked back at my leg and finished wrapping the gauze around my leg. Once he was done and placed a piece of surgical tape at the end of the gauze, he looked back up at me.

"Brittany, just because I like attention doesn't mean I don't care," he stated sincerely. "I know I can be a little self-centered at times and I may drive you crazy, but you're my best friend, Britt. I will always be there for you if you need me. Besides, if anything happened to you…"

He didn't finish his statement, but I had a feeling in my gut on what he was going to say. So, there really was a heart of gold in Alvin Seville after all. I never thought I would see the day. I gave him a small smile.

"Thank you," I said to him.

He returned my smile as he gently took my hand in his. His touch was suddenly electric, and I felt a shudder go down my spine. What was happening to me?

"You're welcome," he answered.

I stared into those blue eyes for I don't know how long, but all of a sudden, a feeling came over me. I don't know what it was or how it got there, but the feeling was there. Was this what it felt like to care about someone? Or to love someone? Love? Was that what this feeling was? Was I in love with Alvin Seville?

Before I could debate on the feeling, Alvin carefully set me on my feet with one of his hands around my waist and my arm around his shoulders.

"Come on," he said. "I think Theodore made some snacks in the kitchen."

I didn't argue with him as we made our way into his house. All I could focus on was my new possible feelings towards Alvin.

Flashback Ends…

That was the day I realized I felt something for Alvin Seville. I still didn't know if it was love, and I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. Now, here I am, lying on my bed wishing he were here with me. God, how pathetic was that? After all, he doesn't care. He never cared. He would never be there for me like he said he would.

I turned around on my side to look at a picture I had on my dresser. It was Alvin and me at our 8th grade dance. Alvin had his arm around my shoulders while I had my arm around his waist. I wore a bright pink silk dress, and he wore a black suit and tie. Wow, he looked so cute. I sighed as I turned back to lie on my back.

There's no way I could talk to him anymore. No matter how hard I tried, he would never listen. The way I see it, there's only one thing left for me to do. I need to forget about Alvin completely and move on. It's for the best.