Hello, remember me?

I know, I know. It's been about 4-5 years since I last wrote anything on here. A lot of things have changed, but long story short, I did lose interest in AATC for a while. I started writing fanfics for other fandoms (I still am), but there was just something about the AATC fanfic world that I missed dearly. Even though I haven't been active in about 5 years, I have still continued to receive hundreds of reviews and PMs, and it honestly shocks me that people are still reading and reviewing! As I am writing this, the last review that I received was from just a few hours ago! This fandom means so much to me in a way I can't explain. I guess my love for AATC has never truly disappeared, and after the new CGI series came out, I found myself obsessing over Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Brittany, Jeanette and Eleanor the same way I did when I first started this account 8 years ago.

So, I am back with a new story and I can't wait for you guys to read it.

Loud music.

Sweaty bodies bumping into one.

The pungent smell of weed.

The sweet, bitter taste of her sixth shot of vodka.

22 year old Brittany Miller, a stunning auburn haired, slender young girl, could feel everything around her starting to get a bit hazy, but the feeling was no stranger. She lived for parties. She felt like she was born to go to parties. Now that she is in her third year of college, she felt as if the party life was part of her. This is where she belonged; deafening music, endless amounts of alcohol and a great time with her friends. She was just a fun person, living her young adult life like any college student should.

"Britt, slow down! You don't wanna get too drunk just yet, don't you? The party's just begun," her friend winked as she passed Brittany a tall glass of blue colored alcohol. Who the hell knows what was in this stuff? As long as it smelled sweet and contained the hazy liquid, Brittany didn't care.

"Amanda, the party started the moment I walked in," Brittany grinned before taking a long sip of the sweet, yet tart drink.

Brittany didn't want to get too intoxicated just yet, because she wanted to be sober for at least some part of the night. But sometimes she just couldn't help herself. She was the life of the party, and everyone around her knew it. She was - and still is - a very popular girl. She was prom queen, head cheerleader her entire high school career, and everything else in between.

After taking another sip, the alcohol in her stomach was starting to set in, and she was suddenly in desperate need to go to the bathroom.

"Hold my drink," Brittany said. Her words were starting to slur as she shoved her drink into her friend's hand, spilling a bit of the contents on the floor. "I needa go to the bathroom."

"Want one of us to go with you?" Erin asked, another friend of Brittany's. "You've had a bit too much to drink, Britt."

"Naah, I'm fine," Brittany stood up, and tripped on her feet.

"Okay, we are definitely coming with you," said Erin, as she and Amanda helped Brittany off the ground.

She walked through the house, bumping into a few people along the way, but she didn't mind. She loved parties. She loved being around her peers. She loved hanging out with her best friends. Any excuse to leave her house for the night in a cute outfit and a pretty made-up face was well worth it.

Nothing was ever going to bring her down.

Or so she thought.

Brittany walked past the living room, and couldn't help notice the familiar person who was laid back on the couch. Bronze hair, golden eyes, and a smirk that made you want to slap the living shit out of him. Brittany sneered as she saw him, and almost felt sober enough to scream his name inside her head.

Alvin Seville.

Brittany has known Alvin for about 15 years. Their families basically grew up with each other, with them living across each other for all those years. When they were younger, they, along with their siblings, actually became close friends. Brittany, her sisters, Alvin and his brothers hung out all the time, and basically did everything together. But it had changed when they all started to get a little older, especially Alvin. Alvin turned into this cocky, egotistical, self centered jerk, who had a reputation of partying, drinking and hooking up with random girls. To think, she and Alvin were once close friends. Even though they share the same demographic of friends and popularity, they were now two completely separate people. It was as if they never were best friends - ever.

She watched for a second as Alvin laid against the couch. A pretty blonde girl was giggling and cuddling up next to him, while another girl, with a beer in her hands, cuddled up on the other side of him. Brittany gagged as the blonde gave Alvin a long kiss on the lips, before the brunette straddled his lap and leaned in for a three-way kiss. This was typical behavior coming from Alvin Seville, and usually Brittany would just ignore it. But she was drunk, and her drunk thoughts couldn't be held back.

"Ugh, do you guys see that? What a sleaze!" Brittany said, rather loudly.

Erin turned to see what Brittany was looking at, before rolling her eyes. "We thought you don't talk to Alvin anymore."

"I don't," fired Brittany. "But ugh, would you look at that? That's fucking disgusting. I mean, how desperate can you be? And in front of everyone too? God, I hope he catches every disease on this planet."

"Brittany, why does it even matter to you? We thought you hated Alvin," said Amanda.

"I do! I do hate him," she hiccuped and tasted the alcohol on her tongue.

Amanda sighed out loud and said, "Then why...oh no, Brittany, no, no, no!" Amanda tried to get a hold of Brittany's arm, but failed as Brittany shoved her away before storming her way towards the couch where Alvin and the two girls sat.

And Brittany wasted no time before her inner, drunk bitch self came to power.

"You're such a pig, Seville," Brittany said before reaching over to yank the blonde by her hair, making her pull away from Alvin.

"Brittany!" Erin and Amanda yelled before running over to their drunk friend to hold her back.

"Ow, what the fuck!" screamed the blonde.

Alvin's eyes widened before looking up, completely unfazed as the blonde girl fell to the floor. That dark, shit-eating grin appeared on his face when he saw who was looming over him. "Brittany Miler, here to see the show?"

"Go to hell, Seville. And take you and your stupid whores with you," Brittany spat. Luckily, the music was blaring loudly and no one around them gave two shits about the fight that was going on.

Alvin laughed before taking a swig of what seemed to be his seventh can of beer. He turned towards Erin and Amanda and said, "You two better keep an eye on her before she does something stupid. Oh wait, too late for that."

Erin rolled her eyes before linking her arm through Brittany's, who was starting to feel the effects of alcohol take over her body. "Just shut up, Alvin."

Erin and Amanda pulled Brittany away and out of the living room. Brittany tried pushing her friends away, insisting that they let her go so that she can go slap the shit out of Alvin, but the two girls refused.

"Brittany, you're drunk," said Amanda.

"Not...not really," Brittany slurred. "Now l-let go of me so that I can get my drink."

"We thought you wanted to use the bathroom?" said Erin.

"Lemme get my drink first," Brittany snapped.

She shoved her two friends away, grabbed the nearest drink that was within proximity of her (it wasn't even hers), took a long gulp, cringed at the sour cocktail taste, before storming back into the living room where Alvin Seville continued his sleazy three-way kiss with those two whores, as if he wasn't even affected by any of this. Brittany was getting more drunk by the second, and she could feel herself getting more malicious as each vein flooded with booze. She looked at Alvin for half a second before throwing her drink at him and the two girls, splashing them with whatever poisonous liquid the red cup had held.

The three of them pulled away. The two sleazy girls shrieked. Alvin looked up and his eyes grew darker when he saw who was standing there.

"The fuck is your problem, Brittany? Can't you be a bitch somewhere else?" Alvin yelled.

Brittany laughed before tossing the plastic cup at him. "Yeah, but I choose not to."

Without even hesitating, Brittany skipped back to Erin and Amanda, who stood at the entrance of the living room in shock. Alvin's eyes were glaring daggers at them, but they knew he was too intoxicated to fight back. Besides, knowing Alvin, he would rather sit in alcohol-soaked clothing than lose two girls that were rubbing up on him.

"Britt, what the hell was that?" asked Erin.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Puh-leez. He was basically asking for it. And besides, Alvin is drunk. He's even more drunk than me. He'll forget about it in the morning. We all will."

"Just because Alvin is drunk, doesn't mean-"

Brittany turned to Erin and a harsh glare appeared all over her pretty face. "Are you taking his side? Some friend you are, Erin."

Erin rolled her eyes. "Brittany, I didn't say that, I just-"

"Now excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," Brittany fired before shoving in between her friends to find the nearest empty bathroom.

Erin and Amanda looked at each other and sighed, knowing that it would be best to just let this go. Brittany is their best friend, and they love her to death. However, when Brittany gets drunk, she can be a bit unbearable at times. Especially in party atmospheres, an angry Brittany is something no one should deal with.

Brittany stumbled and bumped into the wall a few times before she managed to find a bathroom that was free. Once she entered, she found herself falling to the floor. The vodka and the beer and the dozens of shots she took was starting to get to her. She sat on the ground, leaning against the sink and it took her about five minutes to realize that she hadn't even turned on the lights.

But she was way too dizzy to stand up. Fuck it. Darkness it is.

Her head began to throb, and the loud booming music from the other side of the door didn't exactly help either.

When Brittany gets drunk, two things happen.

One, she easily gets annoyed at everything.

Two, she gets extremely emotional.

Without even realizing it, Brittany began to cry. She didn't know why, but the stupid booze always made her feel vulnerable towards everything. This was so stupid though. She wasn't even sad, she wasn't even upset, but drinking always did bring out her emotional side to her.

Who knows how long Brittany has been sitting here? Alone, in the dark, on the bathroom floor. 20 minutes, at least.

Brittany had her head in her hands and had her eyes shut close that she didn't realize that the bathroom door had opened, allowing a small strip of light to enter, and a few seconds of loud, upbeat music to sound crystal clear for just a moment. Someone had entered the bathroom, joining Brittany in the dark. The door closed, and Brittany looked up, although she couldn't make out who the hell was standing right in front of her. But she did know something.

She was drunk as hell, emotional as hell, and she just wanted to feel better.

Luckily, it was as if the mysterious person had read her mind because it crouched down, joined Brittany on the door, and immediately placed its lips on hers.

If this was sober Brittany, her $50 manicure would be in pieces from punching the person in the face, and her throat would be dry from screaming, saying how dare this person kiss her like this? However...this was drunk Brittany, and there were no limits at all.

Brittany gasped and moaned and tasted the beer on the person's lips and tongue. The feeling of it exhilarated her, and Brittany swore she could feel herself getting drunk all over again every time she tasted the mysterious person's lips. Brittany continued to kiss this stranger for ages, before starting to feel her body get all hot and bothered.

And obviously, there was only one way to fix this.

Brittany pushed the mysterious person, rather aggressively, to the ground before crawling on top. Within seconds, clothes started to come off, drunken minds started to take over, the the craving of lust was the only thing fueling between the two bodies on the bathroom floor.

15 minutes had passed, and Brittany needed more.

"Bedroom," was all she could whisper out.

The mysterious person, who was equally as intoxicated and delirious as Brittany, pulled Brittany off the floor, swung the bathroom door open, pulled the two of them through the dark hallway and into the first empty bedroom them could find. Luckily, everyone at the party was downstairs. Not a single person was aware of what was happening in the bedroom upstairs.

The bedroom was dark, but there was a bed and that was the only damn thing that mattered.

2 hours had passed. The party was starting to thin. The music had come to a stop. A dozen taxi cabs were outside the house, waiting for the drunken party guests to climb into the back to take them home.

People were wondering where they were, people were wondering where the two of them had disappeared, but decided to leave it.

Brittany moaned one last time before the body on top of her collapsed right next to her. The were both breathing hard. They were both sweating. But they were too dizzy and tired and drunk to even care. Brittany was exhausted. She was tired, and she was extremely sleepy. The last thing she saw before passing out were a pair of gorgeous golden eyes.

It was 8am and Brittany's head was pounding.

"Holy fuck..." she whispered to herself as the buzzing in her ears increased. She felt around the bed and grabbed a pillow before shoving her head into it.

The worst part about waking up with a hangover was, well, everything.

She nuzzled her face into the sheets, but her eyes flew open when she felt that her body was completely nude. She looked down at the pillow and blanket and almost felt sick when she realized that this was not her silky soft pink pillow and blanket. In fact, this wasn't even her bedroom.

Brittany froze and her heart started to accelerate in fear.

That fear only increased when she heard soft snoring right next to her.

She didn't want to look, but she knew she had to. So, she slowly turned to face the other side of the bed, and she almost let out a blood curdling scream. Her hands flew to her mouth, and she could feel herself start to cry.

Brittany felt sick, and it definitely was not because of her hangover.

There, lying next to her, naked as she was, was Alvin Seville.

I missed writing about Alvin and Brittany so much. Gah!

There will be profanity, and a few topics that will be dealt with throughout this story, but I will still keep it under the appropriate rating. I am very excited to get this story going, and it would mean a lot to me if you guys would review the first chapter!

Thanks so much for reading, and please review! See you guys in the next chapter!