Very sorry about how long it's been, but I decided to try and post a new chapter to every one of my stories on Christmas, just for a holiday treat for those who've been waiting for it.

This one's based on Alvin's thoughts, the poor boy.

I was no longer sure what to think.

I no longer had a clue who I was supposed to be, how I should act.

And being Alvin Seville, that should be my main goal; I had a reputation to keep.

So how come the only person my future seemed to include was Simon? How come he had to kiss me? Why did I kiss him? Was I seriously falling for my brother?

I hoped, as I woke this morning, that it was all a stupid phase, that I'd snap out of it. And I think I succeeded, too, until I saw him; his grey, stormy eyes captivating me as he shook me awake for breakfast.

'H-hi...' I breathed out. He smirked at me and walked away.

Cursing, I walked to the bathroom for a small, short morning shower.

I was so confused right now; did he even like me? I know he said he did, but it really didn't seem like it. He didn't keep eye contact with me, he avoided me just as much as usual, nothing fitted. Nothing.

On getting breakfast, I sat down as far away as I could from Simon, finding myself yearning for Brittany, who would stop these feelings; she'd order him to stop it, tell him it meant nothing. But even if she did, it wouldn't be true: It meant something, alright.

Brittany, think about Brittany... her soft, light auburn fur, her fiery attitude, her sweet voice, his grey eyes, his smart-alec responses, his taste, his bland jokes, his glasses, his seductive looks, his touch, his – NO! No. Not Simon! Brittany! What is wrong with me? Urgh, Alvin, stop it.

'Morning, Alvin,' Dave greeted. I nodded in return, tiredly sipping my milk. Simon watched me for a split second, and it only took those few milliseconds for me to come up with a heated blush.

'Are you okay, Alvin?' Simon asked. I looked back at him, ready to answer with a 'just tired', but he winked at me and my words escaped me. I felt a strong longing to just kiss him, but knew I had to stop that urge becoming me.

'Uhm... I just... n-nothing...' I stammered, realising too late that the answer I gave him had absolutely nothing to do with the question and proceeding to blush again.

It would be a long day.

'Is Brittany coming over today?' Theodore asked Simon, who nodded, swallowing a bite of toast.

'Mmhm,' He confirmed, 'she's doing really well, too. Luckily we've got a test coming up, so she can prove her skills have improved. I really hope she'll focus today more than before,' he added thoughtfully. 'She doesn't co-operate as well as she could. Never gives me full attention.'

'I told you she wouldn't,' I chided. He looked at me, a new blush rising in my cheeks again. I scolded how vulnerable he made me feel. How weak.

'I know,' He replied simply. 'Thanks for warning me, Alvin,' He added. I nodded shyly and looked down.

Since when did he thank me? Was he doing this on purpose?

Oh, I really needed Brittany.

No sound ever came from the bedroom once Brittany and Simon retreated to it, other than Simon's smart-talk about whatever they were learning in there. But I never worried, now. Simon didn't like Brittany. Of that, I was sure.

Or... was I simply hopeful?

I chided that thought away and tried to write new lyrics for Dave. He needed them. I didn't need these thoughts.

So stop thinking about it, Alvin! Get a grip! Pull yourself together!

I sighed, trying my best to obey my brain, but my heart told me other things that I couldn't silence. I swear, I'd go mad from the two sides my body seemed to be split into; one side wanted Brittany and the other wanted Simon like it'd never wanted anything more in the world.

And my morals were stuck in-between.

'Ah, freaking hell,' I gave up, standing and pacing the living room for lack of something to do. This didn't suffice.

'- I'll be right back, I promise,' Came Brittany's voice earnestly. She spotted me in the living room and smiled wickedly. 'I was wondering where you kept the whipped cream,' She derisively told me. I rolled my eyes.

'Brittany, you're not fooling me,' I scoffed. 'Simon doesn't think of you like that.'

'How do you know?' She pointed out.

'He told me.' I replied. It was kind of true. Kind of.

'Okay, then, you got me,' she shrugged, continuing to the kitchen.

'Brit?' I called to her thoughtfully. She made a responsive sound. 'Do you want to go out with me again?' He asked. She peeked her head around the corner.

'Excuse me?' She asked.

I sighed. 'Will you go out with me?' I repeated. She frowned.

'I will. When?' She smirked. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

'Now?' I stated in an it's-so-obvious tone.

'Sure, why not,' She agreed, 'It'll be over tomorrow, anyway,' She sighed, hiding the other half of a sad look form me before heading back to the bedroom. I was confused at what exactly that meant.

But then my mind went straight back to thinking of Simon.

I wondered who I could ask about this problem, since I really wanted to tell someone. For once in my life.

Thinking about it, I could only name one person, the one who would never judge me; Jeanette.

But... would she judge me on liking my brother?

I still had my reputation to keep.

I had to be careful.

Weeell, there it is, remember; I do take opinions and suggestions so please feel free!

Thnks a bunch for the reviews, guys!

Merry Christmas!