Hi!

I uploaded this story once before, but then, foolishly, removed it.

To those who reviewed my previous upload of this fanfic: I'm sincerely sorry about taking down my last version of the story, and all your lovely comments with it. :( I hope you'll forgive me!

1986

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-no matter how long precisely-having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

Alvin shut the book. Why did Simon think I'd want to read this? He stared intensely at the cover of Moby-Dick. Well, at least I can say I tried! The red-clad chipmunk grinned, tossing the book beside his bed.

Alvin was ten years old, and reading about white whales and vengeful ship captains wasn't his "thing." He'd much rather be reading the horror story he had received from Theodore for his birthday last month: Vampire Flies From Pluto. He'd wanted to read it the night after his party, but Dave thought it a bad idea to read about monsters at nine o'clock at night.

Alvin promised himself he'd read it the next day, but with school, homework, squabbling with Brittany and making mischief, he'd never gotten around to it. The same series of events had taken place again and again for the last few weeks, and, thus, no vampire flies. Alvin frantically rifled through the piles of junk scattered about his corner of the room, hoping to find his book before Dave had a chance to say "I don't want you reading that this late in the evening!"

"Yes!" he said to himself as he pulled "Vampire Flies" from beneath a pile of unfinished homework. He eagerly jumped into bed, pulled up the covers and began reading.

Vampire Flies From Pluto

By Iwill Getyou…

Six years later…

"Kiss me Alvin, kiss me!" a young girl screeched from within the squirming mob of adoring fans.

The dapper chipmunk smiled charmingly at the blonde. "Sorry, toots. Already spoken for."

Alvin walked nonchalantly to his limousine-well at least he had wished it was a limousine…it was really just Dave's van. Originally painted an obscene purple, Dave had had it painted a few years ago to match the chipmunk's trademark red, blue and green. Even more obnoxious. Alvin grimaced.

Before hopping into his ride, Alvin turned to face his fans. He smiled his lop-sided smile, raised his left arm in the air and shouted, "Chipmunks forever…WHOOO!"

"Alvin forever!" the crowd cheered in return. Alvin chuckled contentedly at the adoration he received. I've just about reached perfection. With a dreamy expression on his face, he absentmindedly buckled his seatbelt.

"Man! What a premiere!" Alvin grinned ear to ear. "They loved me, Dave!"

Dave nodded his head gently, only half listening. He was concerned about the change of personality that had taken place in Alvin over the last year or so. Oh, the eldest of the chipmunks had always been a bit arrogant…but this was different. Alvin still performed with his brothers as Alvin and the Chipmunks, but he had started to perform by himself a lot lately as well; also, he kept an air of superiority about him when with his younger siblings.

"Alvin," Dave began cautiously. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that."

"About what, Dave?" Alvin asked absentmindedly; at this particular moment, he was deeply involved in combing his Duck's Tail haircut, staring intensely at his reflection in his pocket mirror. Dave sighed; he wasn't really sure what he wanted to talk about. No, he knew-he just wasn't sure how to approach the subject.

"About you, son."

That caught Alvin's attention. Dave almost never called him "son."

"What is it, Dave? What about me?"

There was a pause.

"You've been acting different lately." Dave said finally.

"I have? How's that?"

"I…I…I'm not sure how to explain it, son."

There he goes again. "Son." By now, Alvin had felt it necessary put off combing his hair for a while and listen to his adoptive father. Nervously, he waited for Dave to continue.

I'll upload the next chapter soon!