AN: I've noticed there is an extreme lack of stories on here focusing on the friendship between The Chipmunks and Chipettes. Particularly characters other than their counterparts and siblings. It's a sad thought, because I imagine all of them being an extremely close group of friends throughout their lives.

So, I've taken it upon myself to create a story of oneshots centering on the friendships between all of the characters with one another, not just with their counterparts.

This first chapter centers around Alvin and Jeanette.

Disclaimer: The Chipmunks, Chipettes, and all mentioned characters are property of Bagdasarian Productions.

NOTE: THESE ARE NOT MIXED COUPLES STORIES. THEY FOCUS ON THE FRIENDSHIPS BETWEEN THE CHARACTERS WITH NO ROMANTIC INTENTIONS.

Enjoy!

For The Rest of Us

"Pathetic?"

"N-no, Alvin. It's 'apathetic'." Jeanette sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought.

Originally, when she'd agreed to tutor Alvin, she had hoped it would only take a little while. He was a lot smarter than he let on, just...stubborn, to say the least.

He didn't have a willingness to learn. Perhaps that was why Simon had refused to help his hardheaded elder brother.

The Chipette looked away from Alvin for a moment and out the window. She and Simon were supposed to go to the library together today, but she had instead chosen to tutor his brother, with everyone's best interests at heart. If Alvin didn't pass all of his classes this year, Dave wouldn't take them on their summer vacation, and even Simon would be affected. It was possible, however, that she had not made the best decision on this particular matter.

"What the heck does that even mean?" The red-clad chipmunk piped up, causing her emerald eyes to drift back to him.

"I-it means 'uncaring', or 'disinterested'."

"Oh."

"A-Alvin, you've had these vocabulary words for a week. H-how many times, exactly, have you looked over them?" She looked him in the eye.

"Uh...a couple of times." He was a good liar, but all the years they'd known one another had given both she and her sisters the ability to see right through him.

"Alvin..."

"Okay, I haven't touched them. But I have an excuse! Brittany forced me to follow her to cheerleading practice! Watching all those hot babes can be terribly distracting, you know."

Jeanette sighed once more. 'Apathetic' was exactly what Alvin was. He cared about everything more than he cared about learning and passing his classes.

"A-alright. Well, these words are easy-"

"Pft, yeah, for you. You're a nerd."

"They can be easy for you, too! N-now...what does 'adamant' mean?" She glanced back and forth between her blue-eyed friend and his spelling paper.

"I don't know, you tell me." The cocky chipmunk leaned back on his arms, lowering his eyelids. "You have the paper."

"A-Alvin...you'll never learn if you don't try." She put a delicate hand on his shoulder, attempting some form of reassurance that he could indeed do it if he tried.

"I'm just waiting for you to get fed up with me like Simon always does." He shrugged her hand off, a smirk plastering itself onto his face.

"I-I'm not going to give up on you, I want to help..." Jeanette shot her friend a sympathetic smile.

Alvin laughed, using his fingers and thumbs to form little circles around his eyes, most likely an imitation of Simon's glasses.

"Alvin, you're a brainless buffoon! How am I supposed to educate a twit like you?!" He pulled his best duplication of his blue-clad sibling's voice, causing Jeanette to crack a somewhat amused smile.

She had to admit, Simon did often get quite impatient and annoyed, with his brothers, especially. It wasn't one of his best qualities, but it was part of who he was, nonetheless.

She didn't have that in common with him, however. She was very patient and kind, and she wanted to keep trying with Alvin until he learned as best as he possibly could. He was definitely capable of learning. He learned song lyrics and chords in the blink of an eye, he learned sports strategies in a flash, he could play dozens of different instruments, all of which he had taught himself how to play.

Yes, he was definitely capable of learning.

Apathetic.

Uncaring or disinterested.

That was it! She just needed to find a way to get him interested in learning his vocabulary words!

But how could one get Alvin Seville interested in his education?

Jeanette's eyes drifted around the room, from the posters on the walls to the clothing strewn across the floor to the various sports equipment spewing out from underneath the bed.

It was then that they landed on gold.

Alvin's guitar.

Now Jeanette wore her own smirk. She stood up off the bed slowly, walking over and picking up Alvin's prized possession and plucking a few strings.

"Hey! Don't touch that!" Alvin leapt up off the bed himself, sending his homework flying to the floor.

"A-Alvin, how about we write a song?"

He gave her a blank expression, raising an eyebrow after a moment.

"And you think I'm the one that's getting distracted?" Alvin crossed his arms.

"I-I mean...we could w-write a song, about your vocabulary words. Th-that way you can learn them, a-and remember them."

Alvin's eyebrow raised further.

"I'm listening."

"G-great!" She carefully carried the guitar with her and sat back down on the bed, picking up the papers Alvin left in his wake. "F-first we can write the song, then you can sing and play the song, t-then you'll remember it!" The bespectacled Chipette smiled, holding the papers out.

Alvin sat down beside her, taking the papers from her hand and looking over them. That smirk of his made its way back onto his face.

A much more sincere, satisfied smile made its way onto Jeanette's face.

And Simon said tutoring Alvin would be a burden.

Thanks for reading!