A/N:

I'M BACK!

You guys (and girls!) have been totally awesome in reviewing this story! Your encouraging reviews for this story have made me feel so relieved (Relived that I'm not the only one who thinks that AlvinxSimon is AWESOME! LOL) and so motivated to continue writing! Yay for you! :)

OK, Just like to say sorry for not updating in like ever! Long story short; College has been a pain in the ass! Nothing but essays, deadlines, studies and exams. Oh, by the way, I'm still at college (Not finished the semester yet!) so updates are kinda slow. Hope you can forgive lili' ol' me...

Any who, enough rambling, let's get on with the next chapter...

Read and Enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC STORY BELONG TO ROSS BAGDASARIAN, SR. AND JANICE KARMAN.

WARNING: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS AN INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN BOTH MALE CHARCTERS, ALVIN AND SIMON. INCEST IS INTRODUCED IN THE LATER CHAPTERS. ENJOY!

Mischievous Experiments
Written by mpkio2

Chapter 3
Mischievous Plans

Alvin couldn't believe how well his plan had gone. Not only had he stolen the tickets right under Simon's knows (Literally, for he was in bed when he stole them), he had even got away with it...well, so far. But Alvin didn't pounder on that; he glowed in the victorious light that he had succeed and his plan had gone off without a hitch. Alvin smiled as he thought about the look on Simon's face when he discovers, after he is recovered from his illness, that the pair of tickets that he had won through a radio-competition, were gone.

It was all his plan; all his, Alvin Seville. He planned everything; Simon getting ill to Alvin stealing the tickets. Everything was his plan, all his doing, and he loved the fact that nobody knew...yet. But, he had to steal them, didn't he? He didn't have a choice; he didn't have a choice from the start. Stealing the tickets was the only way he was sure his face wouldn't get palmed by Brittany's fist.

Why did he ever promise to take her to that concert? Why, oh, why...?

- Flashback –

"I can't believe their coming to town!" Brittany screamed excitedly as she ad Alvin walked down the street with their back-packs over their shoulders.

School had just finished and Brittany had accepted Alvin's offer to walk her home. Both were, surprisingly, getting along for the past few days, but their siblings, and anyone else, doubted that the calm air between them would last very long.

But Alvin ignored what Simon and Theodore or anything that Brittany's sisters had said about both he and Brittany staying in good terms; he had a feeling that he and Brittany will be hanging out with each other for weeks to come. Why he had had this feeling? He didn't know, but he was determined to keep the air nice and cool.

After Alvin had allowed Brittany to win in one of their weekly competition's (Where each other would try to out shine the other in some sort of an event, where Alvin usual won), Brittany, for some strange reason, has been acting a lot nicer towards Alvin, and vice-versa. Maybe it was due to the fact that when Brittany had won, gloated in Alvin's face (and then Alvin created fake tears for sympathy as his grand plan to win Brittany's heart), that Brittany had comforted Alvin out of sympathy and, in the process, had started hanging out with Alvin more and more. Well, that is what Alvin thought...

"Oh, I wish I could go!" Brittany kept on repeating over and over again in Alvin's ear. "Oh, I wish I could go!"

Alvin wished he could shut Brittany up for her dreamy and excited voice was really starting to irritate him. He also wished she never heard that stupid announcement about some off-key boy band group performing for one night only in the town theatre.

I mean, he was Alvin from the boy band Alvin and the Chipmunks, and she wasn't going crazy for him? She was going crazy for some off-key, can't sing a lyric, boy band? She could be so stupid sometimes...so why did he ignore such qualities in her and think about all the good things about her? Why did his heart skip a beat when he saw her walking towards him in the school corridor? Alvin knew what it was, but didn't want to admit to her, in fear that she would laugh at him and...dear he say it?...reject him.

But when these feelings and fears registered in Alvin's mischievous little mind, a mischievous little plan formed in his head. For Brittany was going to be his. She would love him; yes, Alvin Seville said the "L" word in his mind. Someone call the reporters! If she wasn't in love with hi already, Alvin was going to make sure that, by the end of this week, she would be.

Now the question you might be asking is "How?" Well, that's where Phase One comes into action; gaining sympathy from, potential, girl. Phase Two was let girl hang around you out of sympathy and let feelings develop for you. Phase Three...well, that's where Alvin is right now. He really didn't have a "Phase Three" to speak of and he was running out of time and pertinence for Brittany to love him back. I mean, what do you do to make a girl love you so much that she thinks you're the best? (Well, Alvin already knows his the best, but that's not the point.)

"But tickets have already sold out!" Brittany exclaimed from the right side of Alvin, both making their way down the street which leads to the Chipette's house. "I've already checked online and at the theatre, but tickets are completely sold out!"

Alvin really didn't care; he didn't care if Brittany couldn't go and see some stupid no-talent boy band.

Why doesn't she want to hear me sing?, Alvin thought deflated. But, no; Alvin can't think like that! There is no time to think weakly and feel sorry about yourself! Now was the time to fight!

What does Brittany want? What would make her love him back?

"If someone, anyone gave me a ticket, I swear, I would love them forever..."

Bingo!

Alvin had his weapon; he knew how to gain Brittany's heart, once and for all...

"Hey Britt," Alvin says, as he tries to attempt to hide the mischievous grin that broadens across his furry face. "I know the perfect person that has exactly what you want..."

Brittany's eyes sparkle with delight as Alvin smirks; he had her exactly where he wanted her...

But of course, if Alvin had been listening to what Brittany had been saying, he would know that tickets for the concert were completely sold out. He went down to the box office to buy a pair, but known where available. Tickets were sold out online He asked around school the next day, but no-one was selling. It seemed that Alvin was in trouble, and he knew he was; he had promised he would take Brittany to the concert; he said he had tickets. When she asked why hadn't told her before, he said it was a surprise.

And it would be surprise to her and himself if he didn't show up in two days time with a couple of tickets in hand, welcoming Brittany outside the theatre on the night of the concert. Two days left,,,only two...

Alvin was in his brother's shared bedroom, sitting on his bed and looking down to the LCD cover of his cell phone in his paw. The name "Brittany" was written across the screen. Alvin's claw was hovering over the "Call" button; he was about to call her and change his tactics by telling her that he had something ever bigger planned for her, but, fortunately for him, he heard on the other side of the closed door...

"Don't worry, Jeanette," His brother Simon's voice said in a reassuring tone. "I have the ticket's for the concert,"

Sensing that Simon (and possibly Jeanette) would be entering the room any minute from now, Alvin scrambled into the closet, closed the closet door and left a tiny slit for his eye to look through. Just as Alvin entered the closet, the bedroom door burst open and Simon and Jeanette entered.

"Are you sure?" Jeanette asked, worriedly. Alvin poked his eye through the slit; Jeanette was standing next to Simon's bed, her paws together in a nervous fashion, while Simon was ducked on the floor, his head under his bed. "What if you lost them? I don't wanna miss the concert..."

Simon poked his head from under the bed and...did Alvin see right? Did Simon smile at her in a...yes, romantic, lovey-dovey way? And Alvin knew that smile; he saw on the face of every girl when he sweet-talked to them. And Simon was giving the same smile to Jeanette, though Alvin doubted that Simon knew what he was doing. And, by the looks of it, Jeanette saw it, unnoticed.

In Simon's paw were two tickets. They...they weren't for the same concert that Brittany wants to go to, are they?

"And you're not going to miss the concert," Simon said as he presented her the tickets.

Jeanette's face lit up. "You weren't lying...you really did mean it?"

"Yes," Simon answered. "I meant every word. You and I are going to be in the first row,"

Jeanette hugged Simon in a tight squeeze; Alvin could feel his stomach churning; the scene made him feel sick. Jeanette whispered something that Alvin couldn't hear.

Simon was blushing. "Err...no problem,"

An Awkward silence filled the air.

"Yes...well, shall we go back to the basement and work on our experiment?"

"I would love to,"

Alvin saw another blush creep up on his brother's face as Jeanette took Simon's paw and dragged him out of the room; Alvin burst into fits once both had closed the door. He then jumped out of the closet and dashed over to Simon's bed. He ducked to the floor and looked underneath; there were no tickets to be found. Of course, Simon still had them with him. But, he would put them back in the same place, would he not?

And so, another plan formed in Alvin's mischievous little mind; a plan that would get him the tickets and Brittany's heart...

Alvin dialled Brittany's number and waited for her to answer.

"Alvin? Why are you phoning me?" Brittany asked as a welcome and as a question.

"Just to tell you that I can't wait for Sunday night," Alvin replied.

"Alvin, you better not be lying to me..." Hmm, she seemed kinda mad. "I've been nice to you all week and this better not be a prank or anything, cause if it is, I will hit your face over and over again,"

Alvin, silently, gulped. "It's not a prank," Alvin answered in a controlled, calm voice. "You and I are gonna be at that concert on Sunday night, no matter what!"

And so, after forming Phase Three of Alvin's plan to get Brittany to fall in love with him, and forming yet another plan (Which was to steal the tickets from Simon), Alvin finally had said tickets in his paw, and was walking down the street which lead to the theatre where Brittany waited for him.

The plan to steal the tickets was easy; Simon always had the tickets with him, except when he was unguarded or when he unintentionally leaves them under his bed as safe-guarding. So, to get the tickets, Alvin needed Simon to be vulnerable...to make him sick. Once Simon was sick in bed, Alvin was sure Simon would leave the tickets under his bed, and he was correct. It was all too easy, and Alvin couldn't believe no-one had figured it out. Well, maybe Simon might.

Wait...wouldn't Simon discover that the tickets would be missing when he looks under his bed? Damn, Alvin hadn't thought about that. He should have at least left a couple of fake tickets under his bed which will, after the concert, be redundant anyway.

Crap. What if Simon finds out? And if he tells Dave...I'm a dead munk.

And as this realization hit's Alvin in the chest, he finally reaches the theatre and Brittany (In her fan-girl t-shirt) is standing in front of him.

"Err...hello?" Brittany waves her paw in Alvin's face. Alvin shakes his head.

"Huh? Oh, hey Brit," He covers up his lapse of noticing her by smiling a flirtatious look at her. "Ready for the time of your life?" It was fake enthusiasm...

"I hope you have the tickets..." Brittany says as she folds her arms.

Alvin takes out the pair of tickets and Brittany smiles. She hugs and squeezes him, repeating: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Alvin, somehow, escapes from the frantic girl's hugging, breathing easily once more.

Alvin holds out his arm and Brittany takes it, lovingly. His plan was coming full circle, but as he gave the two tickets to the ticket man at the door-entrance, his stomach churns in guilt...

And his stomach doesn't stop churning for the rest of the night...

The night couldn't have gone any smoother. Alvin and Brittany were in the first row. Brittany (and every other fan-girl in the room) was screaming like mad, jumping up and down in her seat when the boy band come up on stage. She repeated "Oh my god!" over and over. It was really annoying the heck out of Alvin.

But it was worth it, for Brittany was touching Alvin, hugging him and, at the end of the concert where the band finished with a "big" firework display, Brittany grabbed Alvin and kissed hi full on the lips. Now, Alvin knew Brittany wasn't acting the way she was because she was in love with him; it was because she was so excited to see the so-called, boy band on stage performing. But Alvin didn't mind much; her loved the contact.

After the concert, Alvin offered to walk Brittany home; she accepted, Both talked about the concert (Brittany did most of the talking; Alvin merely said "Yeah,"), laughed and told jokes. Alvin couldn't believe how she was acting towards him; his plan was defiantly going well.

Both were standing underneath the Chipette's patio. Brittany had her house keys in her paw. She looked at Alvin, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight; she looked nervous to Alvin.

"Err...just wanted to say...thank-you, Alvin," Brittany said, her eyes not daring to look at Alvin's. "I had a...surprisingly, great time,"

Alvin smirked a little; she was so cute when she was embarrassed. "I had a great time too...you know, all things considering,"

"Well, good-night then," Brittany said, still not meeting Alvin's gaze. "I'll see you tomorrow in school," Now, Alvin knew that Brittany was suppose to go in to her house...but she wasn't; she just stood there, like she was waiting for something.

What was she waiting for? But Alvin's answer already hit him; a kiss. No way! Not a kiss! Not Brittany!

But she just stood there...yes; a kiss.

This was it, his first "real" kiss with Brittany Miller.

Alvin took hold of Brittany's left shoulder with one paw and titled her chin up to meet his gaze with the other paw.

"Good-night," he whispered into her face; he felt her shiver. Lean in, lean in, lean in...

Brittany closed her eyes...leaned in...Alvin did the same, both almost together, so close...

"Brittany!" A loud voice called from inside the house. Alvin opened his eyes and Brittany opened hers. "Get in here right now!" It was the voice of Miss Miller, and he she sounded nothing but angry.

Brittany stammered for a second and then said in a rushed voice:

"Bye!" She slammed the door in Alvin's face, leaving him alone outside.

So close...she leaned in...

From the sound of Miss Miller's voice, Alvin guessed that Brittany was in trouble because Miss Miller had discovered that Brittany sneaked out of the house. And Alvin could only guess that the same was likely for him once he stepped foot in the Seville house. It was past id-night, way past Alvin's bedtime.

Alvin stood under the patio, his paw holding a pair of keys. He put the key into the lock and, as slowly and as quietly as possible, Alvin opened the door. What if Simon told Dave? What if Simon knows? What it-?

Alvin opened the door, heart racing-

But nothing was there; no Dave, no Simon, nothing. Just pure darkness. Alvin entered the house and closed the front door, slowly. He then slowly crept to where he could just about see the outline of the staircase. He crept up the stairs as quietly as possible, not wanting to awake Dave or his two sleeping brothers. He made it to the first floor. He crept across the corridor and, quietly, opened his brother's shared bedroom door.

Both Simon and Theodore were fast asleep. Alvin crept over to his bed where he quickly changed into his pyjamas. He got under his covers and rested his head onto the pillow. He stared up at the ceiling, not believing his luck; Brittany was going to kiss him, Simon hadn't found out about the tickets and Dave hadn't shouted at him for being home late (Well, Alvin did sneak out when Dave believed he was asleep in bed; he didn't own the tickets, after all, so he couldn't tell Dave where he was going). His mind replayed the night events over and over again until he finally, settled into a peaceful sleep.

Alvin was awoken no more than ten minutes later by some rustling. Something was in the room, moving. What it was, Alvin didn't know.

But the next thing he knew, Alvin heard a voice say in a dark and hateful tone:

"You like playing pranks on people, huh? Well, how about a taste of your own medicine..."

A cold sensation entered Alvin's mouth; he tried spurting it out but some slipped down his throat; it tasted revolting. Alvin sprung up in bed, his eyes opening but seeing no one. He kept on saying "Yuck!" and he constantly spat out any liquid that was left in his mouth.

Alvin was so loud, that Dave woke up, entered the boy's bedroom and turned on the light.

"Alvin, what's going on?" Dave asked standing in the doorframe in his light blue dressing-gown, a tired expression on his face.

"Something...disgusting entered my mouth, Dave," Alvin said through spitting.

Dave gave him a questionable look. "It's probably just your imagination..."

"No! I can taste it in my mouth!" Alvin replied, showing Dave his tongue.

"Stop fooling around, Alvin," Dave said as he crossed his arms. "You got school in the morning and I don't want you to be cranky when I wake you,"

There was that voice, right before the liquid entered his mouth. A voice that sounded like...

"Simon!" Alvin exclaimed. "Simon put something in my mouth1"

Dave didn't take that acquisition, seriously. "Simon is asleep, Alvin,"

"No he-"

But when Alvin looked to his right, Simon was fast asleep, snoring.

"But-"

"Alvin, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep and so are you! Goodnight!" Dave turned off the lights and exited the room.

Alvin was incomplete darkness with his thoughts...

It was Simon's voice he heard, wasn't it? And, what was that stuff that entered his mouth? Whatever the answer where, Alvin didn't have time to think of them, for his eyes started to drop and his head started to fall onto a pillow. The memory of Brittany almost kissing replayed in his head as he drifted off to sleep.

But if Alvin looked upon Simon's face, he would have seen a self-satisfied grin.

"I hope you like your medicine, Alvin..."

A/N:

Oh, Simon you are sneaky when you wanna be!

So, that last part made sense, right? You all understand what's going on? Well, good! Cause I don't! XD

OK, so this chapter was to basically get into Alvin's little twisted mind and see things from his perspective; why his doing the things his doing. And, yes, his doing it all to win Brittany's heart! Did you see that coming?

Hmm, both Simon and Alvin are in love with a girl; two bad they don't realize they will soon be in love with each other! XD

So, what did Simon spray in Alvin's mouth? Hey, don't think of nothing "dirty"! This is only a "T" rated fic, after all. lol

OK, you've all been AWESOME in the reviews so far! Please continue the trend and send in those encouraging/motivating reviews! They seriously get my lazy ass to work.

Reviews are appreciated as always!

See ya in the next chapter! :)