Hello all :D

Good to finally be back with the third and final installment :)

Editing starts here, but doesn't become important for another couple of chapters – though, where I have edited, the added bits are very important.

I will say no more, but that I hope you're all still into this series and please,

Enjoy –

Alvin woke with a start. His blue eyes went wide as his thoughts collected, and what had happened hit him once more. He sat up quickly and tried to take in his surroundings, but his vision was slightly blurred.

With a daunting feeling coming over him, his eyes narrowed into a glare. 'Jeanette…' he muttered darkly, hearing that his voice was surprisingly weak. He realized he was lying on a bed – one which felt unfamiliar – and either this room had no windows, or it was night time.

Which doesn't make sense, because I took the potion in the middle of the day – where am I?

He frowned and slowly pulled back the unfamiliar covers and began to get out of the bed. As he tried to stand, he noticed he was very weak and he quickly sat back down again. He didn't understand: not one minute ago, he was lying on the floor after Jeanette had drugged him, and now he was in a dark, unfamiliar room.

Did the potion even work..? He thought slowly. 'Simon…' he breathed, a smile crawling across his lips as when he felt a thrill to his heart confirm that he still loved Simon. No doubt.

His smile faded as he remembered once more that this was a foreign place. He didn't know where he was or what was going on. 'Simon!' He called weakly, standing only with support from the bed. 'Simon, where are you?'

'Alvin, he's not here… it's okay… go back to sleep…' a voice mumbled from behind Alvin, followed by a ruffle of fabric.

Alvin frowned, confused. First of all, why would Simon not being here be okay? Second of all, that voice sounded much too much like Brittany's – and that really didn't make sense. It was coming from the bed he'd woken up in.

The reason clicked as he remembered: "You hate Simon Seville. You love Brittany Miller." – Jeanette's words before Alvin woke up here. He slowly allowed himself to panic.

He moved away from the bed. 'Brittany?' He guessed in a whisper.

'Yes, of course…' Brittany replied tiredly.

'What are – what are you doing here? Why did I wake up next to you?' Alvin demanded. 'Where are we? Why are we sharing a bed?'

'It was your idea, Alvin…' She told him.

Alvin blinked. 'What?'

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In less than twenty minutes, Alvin learned that he was engaged to Brittany, Cruise wasn't living at the Seville house, and Simon could no longer stand the sight of Alvin and left for that camp he'd told Alvin about before.

With the more serious topics covered, Alvin asked the next important question. 'W-what about the concert?' He asked.

By now, Brittany was worried. 'You performed six hours ago,' she insisted, 'you should remember that at the very least. Simon left straight after. Are you okay? I mean,' she shook her head, 'you sound so surprised.'

Alvin held his head in his hands. 'How long ago was it when Jeanette came over?' He questioned, the weakness in his voice really starting to irritate him.

Brittany frowned. 'I don't... I don't think I know what you're talking about.'

Alvin sighed. 'That was a Wednesday – what day is it?'

'Saturday night.' Brittany informed him, still confused. 'Do you not remember the past three days?'

Alvin shook his head, no. He thought again to Simon. 'How is Simon getting to that camp?' He asked.

'Well, it's in London,' Brittany replied, 'so he, Dave and Theo drove to the airport – or, are driving to the airport – and Simon will be there tomorrow afternoon.'

'I have to stop him,' Alvin decided. 'He can't leave –' he went to go, but Brittany called him back sadly, sighing. He turned and looked back at her expectantly, ignoring the protesting weakness in his legs.

'Simon doesn't exactly want to see you right now.' She reminded Alvin sincerely. 'Besides, you can't just leave – I don't understand what's gotten into you.' She frowned and stood with a curious look. 'Almost two hours ago you were confessing your love to me, a-and now you're –' she faltered at Alvin's glare.

'"What's gotten into" me?' Alvin repeated darkly. 'Your sister's stupid love potion got into me! Whatever happened in the past three days, whatever I said, whatever we did together – forget it, it doesn't mean a thing.' He was waiting for her to either cry or scream at him. Maybe both. But she didn't: she ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

'Thank you,' she said softly.

'Uh…' Alvin blinked. 'That's… okay..?' He guessed. Brittany backed away with a grin, got a coat and went to the door.

'Do you want to catch your soul-mate or what?' She offered. Now Alvin beamed at her. He nodded and joined her at the door, but she stopped him. 'Your clothes are in the cupboard, and your cap is in the bathroom.' She told him. 'You should look presentable for him, don't you think?'

But Alvin was focusing on the fact that his cap was not where it should be; and that was with him, at all times. He quickly left Brittany and ran to where the bathroom seemed to be, stopping only to get out some clothes from the closet.

'Why am I not wearing my cap?' He demanded from inside, looking around for it.

'You forgot it a lot in the last three days.' She explained. 'I should have at least suspected something when that happened.'

Alvin finished dressing quickly and firmly placed his cap on his head before he and Brittany made their way out.

It was a cold night out on the street. The two counterparts walked to the bus-stop down the road and waited. Alvin observed the tiny house where he'd woken up in. Had he bought that for he and Brittany? He shook his head and focused on the task at hand, incredibly anxious to get to Simon and talk to him. What had happened in the past three days that led it all to this?

Well, well :) there we are, not much to edit in this one, but still.

I shall upload within minutes – see you soon!