So yeah, I had this idea randomly in my head in the afternoon. So yeah, my first AlvinxBrittany story! ^^
I don't own anything except the story concept.
P.S Don't you just HATE summer work? :(
It was a nice, spring Saturday night. Ms. Miller and the Chipettes had decided to go a visit Dave and the Chipmunks, earlier in the day. That ought to cure their boredom. Right?
Well things were going good for a while, until the whole curing the boredom thing started to irk Alvin. A LOT. He was just sitting on the couch watching TV, minding his own business. Then, BAM! Brittany walks-ahem-barges in trying to pry the remote from his hands! Now, just who does she think she is? The Queen of England! ?
"Brittany..." Alvin began to say through gritted teeth, having a firm grip on the remote, "for the last time. LET GO!" In response, the pink-clad chipette just glared at him.
"For the last time, Alvin, I want to watch something else!" She growled, pulling the remote towards her. "Well, that's just too bad!" Alvin pulled back even harder, not planning on giving up anytime soon.
"Why can't you just let the guest watch some dang TV!" Brittany yelled in frustration, also refusing to give up.
"Because it's my house and my TV...why should I!" Alvin yelled right back at her. Why is it so hard to get some peace and quite in his own house? !
Then...it hit him. Hit him like a Freight Train. It hit him so hard that he released the remote, causing Brittany to fall backwards onto her butt. "OW! What was that for?" She shouted at him, glaring at him from the floor.
But Alvin ignored her. Why? Because he has just came with a plan that would not only gain him the TV, but keep her from bothering him for a while. It was perfect!
"Hey, Britt, I just remembered something!" He exclaimed a little louder than he should have. "What? The fact that you have NO BRAIN!" Brittany shouted, rudely, at him. Alvin glared at her but quickly regained his composure.
"Noo. I meant I have something for you." He replied innocently. Brittany raised an eyebrow. "Really? What?" She said, trying to sound nonchalant. But Alvin new she was curious.
"You'll have to wait and see, now come on!" He said, gesturing for her to go first. Brittany hesitated, but eventually got to her feet, knocking over a glass of water while she was at it. But that went unnoticed, along with the fact that the water had spilled onto an unplugged lamp cord.
Alvin lead Brittany silently upstairs and down the hall and stopped at the supply closet. "Now Brittany, the surprise is in here. But it's waaay in the back!" He said in, fake, excitement. And Brittany, who actually fell for the trick, opened the door and stepped in. She squinted her eyes trying to see.
"I...don't see it..." She complained slightly, stepping further inside. "Oh but it's there! Just keep looking!" Alvin urged her on. Finally, Brittany had stepped all the way into the closet. She wrinkled her nose in annoyance.
"Alvin I don't see-" Brittany was cut off by the slamming of the closet door. She whipped around in surprise, thinking it was an accident. Walking over, she placed a hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it. But it wouldn't budge. That's when realization struck her. She had been locked in.
"ALVIN SEVILLE, YOU LET ME OUT THIS INSTANT!" Brittany yelled through the door, face turning red from anger. "Wait, let me think..." Alvin replied calmly, tapping his head, "mmmm...no." That's when the pink-clad chipette started banging on the door. "ALVIN!"
"This is what you get for annoying me!" The chipmunk announced through the door, as if she really deserved it. And in his eyes, she did...
"ALVIN I SWEAR I WILL HURT YOU IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR!"
But Alvin just ignored her and walked away in victory. 'Now that she's out the way I can now watch TV in peace...'
Brittany continued banging on the door, but gave up a few minutes later. There was no doubt that she wasn't getting out any time soon. With a huff, Brittany slid down the closet wall and sat on the ground.
'I can't believe that I actually fell for that...'
Alvin, sprawled across the couch, remote in hand, was flipping through channels trying to find something to watch. You'd think that after all that fighting he would just pick a channel, right? Wrong. While channel surfing, something caught his eye. 'Is it me, or is the room a little darker than it usually is?' Alvin pointed out in his mind. Apparently, the room had have a certain amount of lighting before he could be 100% comfortable.
Turning his head this way and that, he finally spotted the unplugged lamp cord lying on the floor. Failing to notice that it was till wet from earlier, Alvin picked it up and plugged it in it's respective wall plug. The lamp flickered for a few seconds before letting it's little light shine.
Alvin smiling in happiness, jumped right back on the couch to resume watching TV. Suddenly...
"Alvin! Could come here for a minute? We need your help!" Dave called down to his son. Alvin sighed before, reluctantly, getting up and running to Dave.
"Yeah, Dave-" When his back was turned, the wall plug that held the wet cord began to spark. Soon, that sparking turned into a small flame, threatening to grow bigger if someone didn't notice it soon...
XOXOXOXOXO
"Thank you for the help, dear." Ms. Miller said to Alvin. "No problem, Ms. Miller..." He replied, eager to get back to the TV.
"No really, Alvin, if it wasn't for you-"
"Ms. Miller , I get it." Alvin interrupted, trying not to get annoyed at the women.
"Is it me, or does it seem to be getting hotter?" Dave suddenly asked out loud. and Alvin nodded their heads in agreement, as the air continued to increase in temperature. Then to their surprise, their fire alarm started going off.
"Maybe Theo and Ellie accidentally burned something..." Alvin suggested calmly, unaware of the danger that lied ahead. "Oh, we better go check up on them." Ms. Miller said, worried about the youngest duo. With that they headed down the stairs, and to their absolute horror, found a huge, blazing fire in the living room, getting bigger as the minutes ticked by.
Where the heck did that come from? ! ? !
"Oh my, Alvin! Find your brothers and get outside, HURRY!" Dave commanded, in a slight panic. Alvin followed his orders without hesitation. To his relief, they both were in the room they shared. Simon was laying on his bead reading a novel while Theodore looked out the window.
"GUYS, GUYS! We gotta get out, RIGHT NOW!" Alvin shouted in fear, waving his arms around as if he were trying to fly away. (Which appeared to be a pretty good idea at the moment...) Simon and Theodore, who were totally oblivious as to what was going on a floor below them, scrunched up their faces in confusion.
"Why?" Little Theo questioned his eldest brother's frantic actions. "BECAUSE! If we don't were gonna DIE!" Alvin continued to shout. Theodore's eyes widened in fear. "D-d-die? !"
Simon for one, rolled his eyes. "Alvin, what on earth are you talking-"
"There is a GIANT FIRE downstairs in the living room!"
"W-what? !" The younger brothers shouted in unison. A few seconds later, they had bolted out of their room. When they saw the fire, it terrified them because the fire had almost reached the stairs. Everything else had already been engulfed in the flames. Luckily, the path to the door was still open, but it wouldn't be for much longer.
Getting down on hands and knees because of the smoke, they slowly but safely crawled away from the flames and to safety. Outside waiting for them was Dave, Ms. Miller, Jeanette and Eleanor.
"Oh my gosh! Are you guys okay?" Eleanor said. She and Jeanette ran over to the trio, who were coughing from the smoke. "Yeah, were fine." They all chorused, finishing there coughing moment.
"Okay, head count!" Dave said to the group, after contacting the fire department. "Okay, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." Then, he paused, wracking his brain. That's when the horrible truth dawned on him.
"We're missing someone..." Dave announced nervously. Everyone's eyes widened and started looking around for the missing person. But none seemed to see that familiar flash of pink anywhere.
With clattering teeth, Jeanette timidly asked, "Where's Brittany?"
XOXOXOXOXO
Brittany, who was oblivious to the fire alarm that was beeping, was sitting on the floor staring at the wall in front of her. She sighed audibly, waiting for the time that Alvin decided to let her out. She looked at the pink watch on her wrist. It read 9:45.
'I've been in here for 45 minuets, is Alvin letting me out any time soon? Or is he going to leave me in here all night?...Have I always had this watch?' Brittany's train of thought suddenly changed course. She looked down and started at the watch for a good 2 minutes before sighing again.
But then, something funny entered her nostrils. She gave the air a few sniffs before coughing from the smell. Whatever it was it wasn't good for her or her lungs. Brittany looked up and noticed that the air above her was thick and black. She also noticed that it was getting hotter and hotter in the closet.
That's when realization struck her. 'If there's smoke, then there ought' to be a fire here too...' She thought nervously. But Brittany took a deep breath and cleared her mind. Somehow Ms. Miller manged to teach her and her sisters what to do if there was fire. The best thing was to stay calm, to avoid getting in to anymore trouble. All she had to do was open the door and bolt to the nearest door or window, and she'll be safe.
But when she went to turn the doorknob, it wouldn't budge. She twisted it again and it still didn't budge. The pink-clad chipette eyes widened as she remembered the previous events that had happened. 'I'm locked inside...' She thought, her breathing stopping for a few moments.
After a minute or 2, she stood up and started banging on the door. Hoping someone would hear her and come to her rescue.
"HELP! SOME PLEASE HELP ME!" Brittany shouted hoping that somehow, someone would just come and get her. When she didn't get a response, she started banging on the door harder and yelling louder.
"SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!" She shouted again, a few tears threating to fall if the chipetter didn't get out soon. Maybe if Brittany was lucky enough, all that banging would cause the door to fall...
XOXOXOXOXO
The rest of the gang were sitting outside, panicking that Brittany might be trapped, or worse... Well, everyone else except Alvin. He knew exactly were Brittany was. And because of him, she could possibly die if someone didn't get here fast. The fear and guilt was eating him from the inside out. He just HAD to do something to save his best friend.
Alvin looked at the blazing house in front of him. 'How did the fire start in the first place?' He thought in full curiosity mode. But there wasn't any time for that. He shook himself out from the thought and started devising a plan. Alvin had been outside for a while so the path to the stairs from the front door would be blocked off. So that route was out. If he could somehow enter through one of the upper floor windows, then maybe he could reach Brittany in time!
Alvin racked his brain of what happened between the morning and now. He then remembered that Dave had to get Alvin's plane off the roof that he 'accidentally' got there. The ladder was still back there! Checking to make sure that group wasn't looking, he got up and snuck to the back of the house. Turns out that his memories hadn't failed him, for the ladder was still leaning against the house.
Alvin picked up a faint 'help!' that was coming from inside the house. His insides dropped almost instantly. His best friend was stuck in there...and it was all because of him. 'I'm coming for you Brittany. I promise you, I will get you out of there. Even if it means breaking every bone in my body. I refuse to let you die on my watch...'
So what do you think so far? It was originally supposed to be a one-shot. But I think a chapter story would be more sutible for this.
Is Alvin going to make it in time? How are the others going to react to Alvin's antics? Why am I asking you the questions?
Anyways, next chapter should be up soon. So be ready for it! ^^
Reviews would be appreciated. :)