Acknowledgements = I'd like to thank my readers for taking your time with this story. Plus, I'd like to thank the people who inspired me with this story. To Calla Lilly, if you guys read this, this story is mostly based on "Magbalik".
To my brothers who forced me to write this story.
To Nicholas Sparks. Sir, if you're reading this, I want you to know, that I'm a big fan of yours. Some parts of this story are based on your novel "The Choice"
To One Direction, Your songs inspired me.

Don't let the title fool you, guys. The title may be Tagalog, but it's actually an English story. Why? Because English titles for English stories are too mainstream, that's why.

"Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear."

Chapter 1. As Usual, I'll start with a prologue.

The sun rose up at the top of the sky. The earth's blanket filled with cotton-like clouds. But even with those puffy white smokes, the sky was still clear blue. Seems like a perfect day in Baldwin Village, Los Angeles, California. The people weren't all busy. It was summer, July 6, 2012. So, at a time like this, 9:30AM, people would normally go fishing, or swimming.

The Miller family. Composed of Beatrice Miller, or otherwise known as Miss Miller, and her adopted daughters, Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor Miller. The family just moved in last night, since Beatrice wanted to get away from something and start something new, but she hadn't told her daughters why, though.

To be frank, the sisters hated moving. It was too much of a hassle, and they didn't want to leave their hometown, especially their friends. But hey, looking at the bright side, it's Los Angeles, California! Home of famous celebrities. Though, only Brittany was excited about meeting her idols. Jeanette and Eleanor turned in for the nice environment. Common blue skies, fresh air, the hot sand beaches, you name it.

Alright, enough of that. The story is all about Brittany (and her future partner. You guys know who), so let's start with her. Let's say she's arrogant, vain, a bit irresponsible, and a bit too selfish for her age. Not that she's too old or young, or anything. She's just a normal teenager who just turned 15 years old last June 12. It's not actually surprising that her sisters shared the same birthday. They're triplets, and Brittany is older than Jeanette by three minutes. Jeanette is older than Eleanor by five minutes. Though, posted to describe her were negative adjectives, she, at some times, can be kind, wise, approachable, sisterly, compassionate, loving, fun, and downright Beautiful.

Just after breakfast, since the Miller kids aren't always early ladies, they sat on the couch. They were lucky enough to have a high-powered A/C, or they would have suffocated in the Summer heat. But with the air conditioner on, heat was only the least of their problems. They found something else that would kill them, especially Brittany, who has a low value of self-control. Yep, this thing was even worse than heat, and you can say, it's boredom, HUGE amount of boredom. Miss Miller was too old to place the antenna for the T.V. on top of the roof, and the technician wouldn't be back until four in the afternoon. C.D.'s were scratch or broke, or worse. Basically, they had nothing to do.

Brittany slouched on the couch, boredom taking over. "Booorred!" She said with prolonged vowels. She turned to her youngest sister, who (rarely) have something in common. "Eleanor, please tell me you've got something to do."

Eleanor shook her head. "I'm just as bored as you are, Britt."

With a small ray of hope, she turned to Jeanette. "Jean?"

But unfortunately, she too, shook her head. "I've finished all of my books back home in Denver. I'm going cold turkey unless there's a bookstore nearby."

To Brittany, books were boring, just as every other teenagers would think. But her sister isn't like all teenagers. Every time Brittany would talk her into doing something fun like parties, she'd say something that has the idea of 'Less socialization, more learning'. To be honest, it annoys her sometimes.

"Girls!" An elderly voice came from the kitchen. Without a doubt, it was Miss Miller. Her head poked out from the door frame. "Girls, are you thinking of sitting on the couch all day?"

Brittany rolled her eyes "Unless you've got something fun for us to do, then yes."

"Why don't you go meet the neighbors? I heard the Seville's live right next door."

"The who now?" Brittany asked, but her sister seemed to know the answer.

"The Chipmunks. You've heard of them, right?" Jeanette answered.

Well, not surprising. It IS California, home of famous celebrities. Yes, she's heard of the Chipmunks. At first, their popularity rose through X-Factor, winning the Finals as if they were just passing through it! They were a band of three brothers, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. She'd only seen them on T.V., and she really doesn't know how they look like in real life. But she'd heard that they were charming, cute, way better than One Direction, especially Alvin Seville. She might have only seen him on T.V., but something in his character, his voice, his body gave her a weird feeling of hotness. Alright, she admits, she has a bit of a crush on him.

Personally, she thinks they're way, way better than One Direction. She once saw them hitting the high notes of a song without even straining. Their official hitter of the high notes was Theodore Seville, the youngest. The low notes, and usually the one who sings the first verses, Simon Seville, the middle one. And there's Alvin Seville, the oldest. If compared to One Direction, Alvin would be Zayn Malik, Simon would be Niall Horan or Louis Tomlinson, and Theodore would be Harry Styles.

"Brittany!" She heard someone calling her, snapping her out of thoughts.

"W-what?" She turned to her caller, Miss Miller.

"Do you want to visit them, or not?" She asked, sounding like she'd ask this more than once.

Brittany shrugged. "I don't know. I doubt they're even home. They're famous celebrities, they should be making songs and going on tours."

"Not on Summer, they're not. Summer was officially declared as the chipmunks' holiday." It was Jeanette's turn to speak up.

"Well, maybe they're on vacation." She said.

She might sound like she's trying to avoid them. To be honest, she is. She felt meeting The Chipmunks, especially when she has a HUGE crush on one of them, would be too awkward. I mean, Brittany Miller, nothing more than the most popular girl in school (used to be), meeting the most popular boy band in America.

At this point, the phone rang and Miss Miller left the scene directly to answer it.

"Come on, Brittany, we all know you want to meet them." Eleanor teased her.

"Yeah, how would you know." She glared.

"Jeanette and I know one thing. Right, Jeanette?" Eleanor gave a wink to her older sister. Jeanette just nodded back with a grin.

"Oh, no. Girls, I know that look. What is it?" She responded.

"We both know that you have a big crush on Alvin Seville.''

With that, Brittany turned red. She gasped and sweat nearly exited her glands. She fought back the awkward feeling and denied it. "Uh, what are you talking about? That Seville is nothing more than just a douche." She replied, based on what Alvin's brothers said in an interview, saying that Alvin can be a bit of a douche sometimes.

"What else?" Eleanor teased her again.

"Uh,..." Unable to think of other negative characteristics, she started making her own "Egotistical, arrogant, vain..."

"Hot?" Eleanor added, much to Brittany's surprise.

"Talented, has a nice voice..." Jeanette added.

"Downright gorgeous, and you want to marry him and have his babies one day?"

Brittany felt scandalized and embarrassed. What in the world did her sisters just say? And plus, how'd they know that? I mean, they're right, but not all of them. But one thing that wasn't true was Eleanor's half of last sentence. Brittany turned red in embarrassment, and sweat escaped under the strands of hairs in front of her ear.

"Ugh! Eleanor, what the hell? Where are all these coming from?" She asked.

Eleanor turned to Jeanette in a mocking tone. "Jeanette?"

Jeanette made a response "Well, last night, you were talking in your sleep. And, I was able to record some of it in my phone. Lucky for you."

Brittany felt degraded.

Jeanette reached for something in her pocket and pulled out her phone. It was an Iphone. Brittany preferred Nokia to Apple products, so she didn't know what kind of Iphone it was. Jeanette played with some buttons and turned up the volume. She handed the phone to Brittany.

Brittany looked at the screen and saw a video. Her face flushed after seeing who it was. She turned red afterwards. In the video, Brittany slept on her bed clutching a pillow in a weird way. Her arms and legs were around it, as if it was someone.

Laughing could be heard from the background, slight giggles undoubtedly from her sisters recording an embarrassing night. It took a while until Brittany said something in her sleep.

'Oh, Alvin, I love you so much... I want to be Mrs. Seville.' Laughter from the video could be heard, Brittany's sisters laughing again.

Brittany blood boiled as she placed the phone down and glared deathly towards her sisters. "JEANETTE! YOU BETTER DELETE THIS NOW!"

But the only response she received was laughing, Jeanette lying down with her hands on her stomach, laughing uncontrollably. Eleanor wasn't any different.

"As you wish Mrs. Seville." Eleanor teased her within her psychotic laugh. She felt like she was going to die laughing.

Feeling her sisters are in possession of an evil spirit, she had no choice but to delete the video herself. Fortunately, the Iphone wasn't too complicated, so she found the delete button without a pinch.

It took nearly half an hour for her sisters to finally stop laughing. When they did, small chuckles would escape their mouth, until finally, it stopped. Brittany gave the phone back to Jeanette "Do that again, I swear..."

After a moment or two, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? They weren't expecting anyone, and they didn't know anyone from the neighborhood. Brittany was volunteered for it, and for once, she agreed. She stood up from the couch and started walking at a steady pace towards the door. As she opened it, an elderly man in his 30's came into view.

As a new neighbor, Brittany acted upon courtesy. You might think she's too bit of a snob to do that, but actually, she's good in acting. "May I help you?" She asked.

"Um,... yes. Are your parents around?" He asked.

"Just a second." She stood away from the door and called "Miss Miller."

"Yes, Brittany?" Miss Miller came from the kitchen and answered.

"There's someone who wants to meet you."

Miss Miller took off her mitts and her apron and started walking towards the door. She greeted the man with a smile. Brittany went back to the couch and lied down, trying to fight the striking boredom.

"Um... hi, Mrs. Miller."

"No, it's actually just Miss Miller. I'm not married."

"Oh, sorry. Good morning, Miss Miller. My name is David Seville. But call me Dave. I'm your next door neighbor." He stuck out a hand to shake. Miss Miller took the gesture and shook it.

"Oh, Dave, it's a pleasure to meet you. Won't you come in?"

"Um... no, sorry. But I'd like to state that question to you, though. I'd like to invite you and your family over for a chat to welcome you around the neighborhood, if that's okay with you."

"No, I can't. I have some things to take care of." She turned back to her daughters, remembering how bored they were. An idea came as she turned back to Dave. "But can my daughters come? I'm sure they'll be excited to meet the famous Chipmunks."

"Of course. The boys will be delighted. There aren't really many teenagers here in Baldwin. I mean, there are some, but my boys aren't interested in them."

"Well, my girls will be in their best behavior. Sure, when are they welcomed?"

"Anytime. It's summer, we aren't going into any tour."

"Oh, well. Thank you, David. I'll have the girls there in a few. I just need some help with a few chores, that's all."

"Oh, in that case, if you're busy, you don't really have to."

"No, it's fine. Besides, they're bored out of their heads. They could use some new friends."

"Well, okay. You know the way, right?" Dave said as he pointed at a specific house next door.

"Of course."

Brittany's point of view

I just laid down on my couch, bored out of my mind. A few minutes ago, I just saw the most wrongest thing I've ever done while I was asleep. Seriously, Mrs. Seville? Brittany Seville? Ugh! I don't think that goes together perfectly. Though, I do have a crush on him, but not in the point that I want to marry him. Ugh, that's too much! I wish a lightning would just strike me, to get rid of my boredom and to get that embarrassing video away from my memories.

A few moments ago, I opened the door and the man looked pretty familiar. Where have I seen him before? Could it be David Seville? Father of the Chipmunks? No, that's impossible. Why would a somebody visit a nobody? Well, anyways, Miss Miller and that man are on the doorstep, talking about something I don't know of.

After a few moments, Miss Miller said goodbye, the man left, and the door was closed. Miss Miller walked back, and when I thought she was headed back to the kitchen, she headed straight for us. "Who was that, Miss Miller?" I asked.

"Dave Seville himself. He said he wanted to invite us over for a chat. Nothing special, really. Just some talk, welcoming, and other neighbor stuffs. I told him I couldn't go." She told us.

She just turned down an invitation from the Chipmunks' manager and father? How naïve. That was David Seville! Father of Alvin Sev- uh,... I mean the Chipmunks.

"But good news, girls. You're going to meet the chipmunks."

My eyes widened, I gasped. For once I was confused. I didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Well, I'm going to meet Alvin- uh,... I mean The Chipmunks,... we're going to meet The Chipmunks. The the bad thing is, my sisters are going to make fun of me and Alvin, probably. I'm not going to take any chances with that. It's undoubtedly going to be too awkward for the both of us, and we might end up not talking to each other anymore. And that's another confusing part. If Alvin and I are never going to talk to each other, is that a good thing, or a bad thing? A question within a question. Ugh! I hate these inception!

Let me tell you something, yes, I have a crush on Alvin, but I don't want to admit it. I never will. That's all. Period.

DAN DAN DAN! It's me, Munkedupjoe213, taking the challenge of dangling over five stories at once! It's going to be hard, but it's a bet made by my brothers after I belittled their English speaking capabilities.

Anyways, that was just the prologue.

If you're wondering what the title means, "Pagibig di matatapos" means "Love That Never Ends" inspired by Calla Lilly's song 'Magbalik', 'Stars', 'Take My Hand', and 'Sanctuary'.

Be ready for heartbreak, betrayal, total self-commitment, and love. PEACE!

"A friend of mine broke up a week ago. I was kind of glad, because that guy was an even bigger douche than I am. In fact, he's an a-hole. He treated the girl as if she was a Christmas decoration. Yesterday, I asked him why they broke up. The guy said 'she's got some commitment issues.' Then that's when I nearly lost it. Only 20% of my fellow men have good morals, and they'll understand this quote that I came up with."

"A girl commits herself to you when she loves you. A girl SHOULD ONLY commit herself to you if you love her back. If you don't you don't deserve her." Now you know why 'Spring Break' mostly talks about Brittany's total self commitment to Alvin.