I decided to publish this after seeing it had remained unperturbed for about three months on my laptop. I've just started my first multi-chapter and figured I would publish this one, too. If you actually want me to continue this you're welcome to leave a review. As always, I really hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the chipmunks. Nor my inspiration.

Dedicated to a person who has already read this and to one who never will.

I guess it started a year ago. My first impression was of a smart, but arrogant chipmunk, checking his watch every five minutes. His appearance didn't quite intimidate me. I felt appalled by his ostensibly egocentric nature. This school year was different. I got to know him, at first acting apathetically, even coldly. I suppressed my smiles and laughter. Things changed after we were left on the broad balcony overlooking the sea under myriads of incandescent lights centuries away. He made small talk asking me about constellations and mentioning scientific facts, as well as the feeling of being within reach of such magnificence.

Perhaps that's when my strict exterior began to crack. Since then I don't put on that old mask nearly lacking exuberance in front of him. When we sit in the same room my eyes occasionally shift to his reading form. I quickly look away, of course. Unlike the other boys he holds the door open, politely stepping back for me to exit. He has two ways of starting a dialogue. The first is by stating or asking about something concerning our project. The other is by inquiring about something personal he's been told and which he knows is a suitable topic. Science and English. And pauses. I enjoy all of them. Walking next to him is enough. His company is irreplaceable.

So I decided to conduct an experiment. I shall stop denying my budding feelings. Instead they will be recorded in this diary along with descriptions, predictions and notes. As everything will be under control I won't have to suffer a severe heartbreak but will still be able to experience living rather than "just existing" as Brittany once put it. I am going to do what no other chipmunk has done before: study the anatomy of a crush.