A/N: I'm not dead!

Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. It's been hard to find much time and motivation to write this. Fan fiction hasn't exactly been a top priority thanks to an insane semester of school.

Anyway, it's not my favorite chapter, but I haven't posted anything in a long time, so I figured I'd just go ahead and publish it. Hope you like it!

Ten minutes later, Brittany found herself sitting alone at a small round table in the back corner of the room. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest and her pretty face was twisted into a pout.

She couldn't believe it! All that time spent getting ready and hoping that she was going to have fun tonight… wasted! She tipped her head back and downed whatever was in her glass. Then she set it down with a loud clank and looked around the room through narrowed eyes.

Old people.

They were everywhere. She and Alvin were the youngest people there by about thirty years. Apparently The Lounge was some place where a bunch of rich elderly people came to listen to people preform oldies all night.

Alvin seemed perfectly okay with this fact, and ran off somewhere to sign up to perform. Brittany, on the other hand, was beyond disappointed. She supposed that some songs from the fifties and sixties were cute in their own way, but she just wanted to let loose with people her own age tonight. She wanted to dance and flirt and party, not listen to some guy in a walker perform Sinatra hits!

"Well." She looked up and saw Alvin sit in the seat beside her. "This was kind of a surprise, huh?"

Brittany stared at her empty glass. "I guess you could say that."

Alvin grinned. "Let me guess. You were hoping to go wild tonight. Maybe hook up with someone?"

"As if!" Brittany screeched in denial. She avoided looking at him when she added, "And why would you even say that? I have a boyfriend, remember?"

"Oh right," Alvin said. It looked like he was going to say something else, but the man on stage finished his rendition of My Way and everyone gave him a polite applause.

A tall, smiling man with neatly styled white hair strolled up to the microphone.

"Thank you Eddie!" his voice boomed. He was by far the liveliest thing about the place. "A pleasure, as always! And now we have a newcomer up next. I introduce to you, Alvin Seville!"

The Chipmunk next to Brittany stood up and said, "Well, wish me luck!"

Brittany responded with a bored sigh.

She watched him swagger up to the stage, hoping that he would just do one song and they would leave. The sooner they got out of this fancy retirement home, the better.

Alvin took the stage looking as confident as ever. He put on a huge smile and spoke into the mic.

"Hello guys and dolls!" he said with a wave.

Half the audience responded with pleasant grins, while the other half gave skeptic stares. It seemed that no one in the room was quite sure what to expect from someone half a century younger than them.

Alvin took the microphone off the stand and started to pace back and forth.

"I'm going to be doing something a little different," he explained, oozing confidence and cool. "Instead of me choosing the song, I want you folks to. So… any requests?"

There was a vibe of confusion and amusement through the crowd, and Brittany knew what was going through their minds. It was unlikely that this "youngin'" would know any of the songs they were familiar with.

"C'mon!" Alvin coaxed. "Don't be shy!"

Finally an elegant woman wearing pearls raised a shaky hand.

"What's the request, madam?" Alvin asked with a smile.

"I'll bet you don't know this one, young pup," the woman said. Her words were condescending, but she couldn't hide the smile overtaking her features.

Alvin chuckled. "Try me."

"I want to hear Dream Lover by Bobby Darin!" she challenged.

Brittany rolled her eyes. Puh-lease. Everybody knew that song! She wanted to see Alvin get a song he didn't know so he could crash and burn onstage in front of everybody. That would show him.

"Your wish is my command," Alvin said with a small bow. He pointed to the live band. "Hit it, fellas!"

The band started to play and a few background singers (where had they come from?) hummed in harmony behind Alvin. Then he began:

Every night I hope and pray

A dream lover will come my way

A girl to hold in my arms

And know the magic of her charms

Brittany slumped in her seat. Why did he have to sound so good?

'Cause I want

A girl

To call

My own

I want a dream lover

So I don't have to dream alone

As the song went on, Alvin, illuminated by the round spot light, casually walked off stage and serenaded the old lady who requested the song. Everyone at her table was laughing and clapping along to the beat, while the woman herself was beaming.

When Alvin finished, he was met with a huge round of applause. A few people even stood up for him.

The only person not clapping was Brittany, who was pretending to look bored by tearing a napkin into tiny pieces.

"What a show-off," she muttered as one of the pieces fluttered into her empty glass.

But those "Encore!" cheers were really hard to ignore.

Alvin sang a few more songs, and Brittany spent a majority of that time trying to convince herself that Alvin wasn't really all that great. After all, these people were super old; their hearing had to be awful.

But Brittany's hearing wasn't awful. And as much as she hated to admit it, Alvin sounded good… very good.

In the middle of his fourth song, Brittany practically yanked a nearby waiter toward her.

"I'll have this," she demanded, pointing to a random fruity drink on the menu. She didn't know what was in it, she just needed alcohol.

"Coming right up," the waiter said. He toward Alvin, who was shaking his hips Elvis-style as he belted out Jailhouse Rock. "He's pretty amazing, isn't he?"

"Fantastic," Brittany said through clenched teeth.

It just wasn't fair. Here she was, looking perfectly gorgeous in her best black dress, and no one was paying any attention to her! She was sitting alone in a room full of old people who were falling in love with Alvin. Brittany knew she was by no means a pathetic person, but this… this was low.

Finally, after eight songs, Alvin took his final bow. Brittany wanted to cry tears of joy. They could finally leave!

Unfortunately, she had to wait over twenty minutes just for Alvin to make it to her table. He was bombarded with senior citizens. She thought she even saw a few people ask for his autograph.

"Wow!" Alvin breathed when he finally made it to her. He looked flushed and happy, the same way Brittany felt after giving a great performance. "That was terrific."

"A true joy," Brittany deadpanned. "Now let's get out of here."

Alvin laughed. "Are you kidding? We're staying! There's a guy coming up who's—"

"I don't care!" Brittany snapped. "I just had to sit here and watch you wail onstage for an hour! We're leaving!"

Alvin just gave her that smug grin that made her want to explode. "Well I'm staying. And I have the keys. So if you want to go back to the motel, you better start walkin', sister."

Brittany was so angry that she hands were shaking in her lap. There was nothing she hated more than when Alvin Seville had the upper hand.

"We'll stay for one more song," she hissed. "And that's it."

"Ha!" Alvin plopped into the seat beside her. "The night is young!"

"Yeah, unlike these people!" Brittany spat. "Why are they even still awake? I thought they went to bed at like seven!"

"Hey!" a woman from a nearby table called. "Watch what you're saying, missy! We're old, not deaf!"

Brittany quickly stood up. "That's it! I'm waiting outside."

She stormed off and exited the building. When she made it outside, a cool breeze made her wrap her arms around her body. She had forgotten her jacket, but there was no way she was going back in there.

The Chipette sighed and paced back and forth, trying to warm up and convince herself that Alvin would be out soon to take her back to the motel. There was no way she was walking all the way other there in heels.

She was practically seething when a smiling Alvin emerged nearly an hour later.

"Took you long enough!" she yelled.

Alvin rolled his eyes and tossed a lump of fabric at her face. Brittany grabbed the jacket and put it on as fast as she could, not bothering to thank him.

"Too bad you didn't stay," Alvin said with a pleased sigh. He pulled a cigarette out of his pants pocket and lit it. "I did Stand By Me like three times."

Brittany wrinkled her nose. "Since when do you smoke?"

Alvin inhaled and blew out. Brittany watched the thick smoke curl up to the sky.

"Since I realized how cool I look doing it."

"Well you don't," Brittany informed him.

"Says you," Alvin said, leaning back on the building. "I guess I'm just feeling… retro, you know? Everyone smoked back in the day."

"Isn't it bad for your voice?" Brittany challenged.

Alvin studied her for a moment. "Brittany, doesn't it hurt?"

She narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about? Does what hurt?"

"That stick," Alvin said. He blew out more smoke, aiming at Brittany's face. Her eyes watered.

"What stick?"

"You know," Alvin went on. "The one up your ass."

Brittany moved closer, yanked the cigarette out of Alvin's mouth, and threw it on the ground as hard as she could. Then she took another step closer so that their noses were almost touching.

"You don't look cool smoking." Her voice was low and a bit shaky. She was so mad that she could hardly control herself. "You look like a complete idiot wannabe that no one takes seriously." Her hands balled into fists. "And if you ever blow that in my face again, I'll kick you in the balls so hard that your grandchildren will feel it."

Alvin blinked a few times in surprise before a slow smile slid across his face.

"Oh Brittany," he said with a chuckle. "I'm flattered, really."

Brittany placed her hands on her hips. "What are you blabbing about now?"

Alvin shrugged. "You're obviously acting this way because you're jealous. But don't worry; if I were you, I'd be jealous of me too."

Brittany just stared at him. Then without a word, she walked to the car. Alvin probably thought that she didn't have a comeback, that he had "won" the argument. But that wasn't the case; Brittany was just speechless from the amount of rage she was feeling. She could hardly see straight.

She had felt unhealthy amounts of hate for Alvin Seville over the years. He was constantly pushing her buttons and trying to one-up her. He was cocky, obnoxious, and selfish.

But she had never hated him more than she did in that moment.

And that was because he was right. She was jealous of him. Why should he get all the glory of performing when Brittany had clearly suffered way more than he ever has?

Brittany yanked open the car door, which Alvin had irresponsibly left unlocked, and threw herself inside. She knew that the whole point of this was so Alvin could perform all over the country, not her. But it didn't make her any less annoyed. Maybe she wanted to have some fun too.

A few seconds later, Alvin got in the drivers' seat. After he started the car, he turned to Brittany and said, "By the way, we're going to stay here for a few days."

Brittany gaped at him. "What?"

"There's a singing competition here on Friday night," Alvin explained with a smile. "Cash prizes. I'm a shoo-in for first place, and we could really use the money. So get comfortable here."

Brittany's head started to pound. "Well thanks for talking about it with me first. I really appreciate it."

Alvin's eyes narrowed. "I hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but I don't have to talk to you about anything. You're just the passenger on this ride. I'm the one who's calling all the shots. This trip is for me, not you."

"Well I should get some input!" Brittany snapped. "You've been using my money too, you know."

Alvin snorted. "Yeah, all ten dollars of it."

"It's much more than ten dollars!"

"Not really!"

Brittany just turned to the window and stared outside. He was not going to break her. No way.

"Just drive," she demanded. "I just want to go to sleep."

"You and me both," Alvin said, putting the car in drive. "I'm so exhausted from entertaining all those people."

Brittany dug her nails into the leather car seats. If she didn't murder Alvin before the end of the summer, it would be a miracle.

A/N: Yeah… I wasn't sure how to end that! Anyway, thanks for reading. Reviews are always appreciated!