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So, this is Alvin & Brittany, and I am way excited for you guys to read this! I enjoyed writing this one so much! This one is definitely my favorite, and you may say otherwise depending on the type of person, but I hope you enjoy this!

Stomping in the small puddles created by the beating rain, Brittany Miller let out a huff while tugging her cheerleading bag on her shoulder into a more comfortable position. Glaring up at the sky, she rolled her eyes. Of course it would rain today—yeah, sure, it was a beautiful day—over in South Africa that is!

"It's a beautiful day today."

Brittany rolled her eyes at the words Ms. Miller, her caretaker and mother figure, had said earlier in the day, while stomping in each puddle she had to step in.

"Yeah, it's just so glamorous today, Ms. Miller." Brittany grumbled to herself, hearing the words echoing in the back of her mind repeatedly.

"You can walk to cheer practice, my dear, and you should walk. It's always nice to walk in nature—it's time that you start noticing the beauty around you…and you'll be able to get some exercise in, too!"

"Uh-huh, yeah, I'm just embracing mother nature over here. I'm totally skipping across the road, dancing with butterflies in the sunshine. And not to mention I'm sure I'll be as skinny as a twig by the time I get to school! I definitely don't get enough exercise from cheer practice."

"I'm sure you can live without driving the car for just today, and of course, the rest of the week, Brittany."

Snorting at the thought, Brittany picked up her pace. "I think I'd rather die than walk."

Of course, what she said wasn't nearly all honest, but it was close enough to the truth.

Earlier that week—meaning yesterday—Brittany had gotten grounded for taking her car out too late and coming home past her curfew. Of course since she broke the rules that Ms. Miller had set, Brittany had to pay up for her act. For her punishment, she lost her privileges to driving her car, her curfew was set to an earlier time, and of course she couldn't hang out with anyone unless it was really necessary. And being the mother Ms. Miller was, she only made the punishment go on for one week, for she knew Brittany actually did have purpose for driving the car. Right now, it was currently: day one of her grounded week. But, as Brittany would like to put it, it was merely day one of pure torture and agony.

"Now I'm talking to myself like some lunatic, that's just…peachy…" Brittany scrunched her nose in annoyance.

Letting out a sigh, she held her ground and looked down at her cheer shoes. Frowning seeing they were soaking wet, and not to mention beginning to get a bit muddy, she let out another sigh, irked. Now she was going to have to get new cheer shoes!—and she just got these ones last month! Wonderful… If there was anything she hated, it was to have dirty things, and to have to actually wear them…it was so embarrassing! Picking her gaze back up, straight ahead, she marched off to her destination.

The dark gray clouds continued to pour rain out of them like a waterfall, seeping deeply into everything it could touch. The sun hid behind the clouds like a child would when frightened, and the fresh smell of rain stung at Brittany's nose.

Switching her heavy white cheer bag to her left shoulder, Brittany folded her arms at the chill that began to creep up her bare legs and up her spine. At the moment, she currently had her uniform on, and a light jacket, but that was it. Maybe if someone had at least told her that it was going to rain, she would've dressed a bit more appropriately, but no—or better yet, if Ms. Miller had let her driven her car, she wouldn't be dealing with this problem, and she'd already be at the school, but then again, no. None of these choices were available. At least the rain wasn't too bad…

Pursing her lips, Brittany squinted her eyes seeing a slick black SUV, off in the distance, heading her way. Widening her eyes, an urgent gasp escaped her lips. She knew who the car belonged to…it belonged to that super, extremely, hot quarterback on her school's football team...! Feeling her heartbeat speed up and pound loudly in her ears, about ready to strike right out of her chest, Brittany frantically looked around for a hiding spot. Seeing nowhere to hide and figuring that whoever was in the car already had noticed her, she bit her bottom lip and hoped the driver wouldn't recognize her.

Closing her eyes, keeping her head faced away from the road, she listened silently while she stepped as naturally as she could. Her legs wanted to break for it so badly, just to save her from having a heart attack from stupidity and total embarrassment—but running would probably make a much bigger fool out of herself than the situation she was in. Man, was this just embarrassing! She should've just asked someone from her cheer team to give her a ride—wait, why didn't she think of that before? Feeling a pang of stupidity soar through her body and mind, Brittany mentally slapped herself in the face repeatedly. How could she have been so dumb? This was going to haunt her in her dreams…

As the car neared and eventually passed on by, Brittany could hear the loud speakers in the car blasting music, and the voices of several boys laughing and cheering. It almost was as if they were having a party in there… Was the whole football team in there?! Flashing her eyes open at the thought, Brittany immediately looked behind her at the car as soon as it whizzed on by. Maybe by some weird luck she had mistaken the car as someone else's and it wasn't anyone she knew...?

Scanning the back windshield of the white car, in search for the white printed sticker of the Swooshlogofrom the Nike sports brand, Brittany's jaw dropped down to the ground and she picked up her pace even faster.

"Crap!" she muttered to herself, for she had seen the one thing she was hoping she wouldn't see.

What would the guys in the car think of her now? They probably thought she was a complete loser that's what! Who was in the car? Probably half the football team! Or worse, all of the football team! Did they recognize her? Probably! Why did all the answers have to be bad?!

This was by far, one of the worst days ever. She couldn't help but bet that no one in the entire world ever could over power their problems with hers.

If only there wasn't ever any football practice today… She thought to herself. Pausing at the thought, a small frown tugged at Brittany's lips. There wasn't supposed to be football practice today after school…but because they had to cancel football practice the other day… Puzzling the pieces together, Brittany's eyes widened.

It's because of the football practice that was placed right after school! That's why she's even in this state! Cheer practice usually is right after school for her and the other cheerleaders, but since they couldn't use the football field for practicing (which Brittany still had no idea why they needed to use the football field specifically for cheer; they could easily use the gym or some other field), but since the football players need the field…and she has retarded cheer coaches…all the blame mainly goes to Alvin Seville!

Of course it was his fault! Typical…she should've guessed… It was Alvin who set the date of the football practice—he can do that since he inconveniently is captain of the football team and has a tendency to set inconvenient dates… Just because the homecoming game was coming up, didn't mean he needed to essentially schedule that football practice…

Letting out a sigh, Brittany shook her head… Who was she kidding? It was her own fault for why she was in such a troublesome state… If she wanted to, she could've "talked" to Alvin and had him change the time, or date, or just whatever… She was cheer captain—she's got some power too. She could've even come home at an earlier time last night and not get in trouble… Only she, and her alone, could've changed her future…but no… But then again, maybe if Ms. Miller had just let her taken the car, then she wouldn't even be dealing with this problem either!

Coming to a four-way road, Brittany went ahead and crossed, still walking straight, not even bothering to check right, or left, or to see if the road was clear. This road was never busy, and cars hardly drove on it—especially on Fridays… At least that's what it felt like to her, but in reality, cars always drove on the road, especially on Fridays. Half the reason as to why she didn't check really was because she just didn't care about her safety at the moment. Plus, the cars would have to stop either way, whether they wanted to or not; the road was an all-way stop, so that's the other half as to why she didn't look.

When Brittany was about half way across the road, a car came up from her right, stopped, and honked. Rolling her eyes figuring it was probably some weirdo (meaning, impatient driver) or pervert, she walked on not even taking a glance. She wasn't exactly in the mood to communicate and yell at the person for honking at her when she was perfectly fine where she was—it's not like she was violating any rules or walking slowly either.

Huffing, Brittany tugged at her cheer bag, readjusting it for the billionth time that day, and walked on. Bringing her hand up to her lightly soaked hair, she checked her ponytail and bangs, making sure it still looked good. Glaring up at the still darkened sky, she blinked and dropped her gaze immediately, feeling the cold rain sprinkle in her eyes and cheeks.

As Brittany walked on, a red sports car suddenly passed her by and pulled over to the side of the road a few feet away from her. Slowing down her pace, she stared at the car in confusion and curiosity. A small familiar sense about the car struck her. She knew the car, and she knew the owner…but the only problem was, who exactly was the owner, again? Obviously, since she couldn't remember, it wasn't a very important person for her to care much about.

As she edged closer to the car, the driver's door suddenly swung open. As the figure stepped out of the car, she instantly halted in her steps. The figure then shut the car door and ran over towards Brittany. The person was clearly a guy, and he had a varsity jacket on over a red T-shirt with dark designer jeans on and a red cap atop his head.

Dumbstruck, Brittany's breath hitched in her throat. What was he doing here?! Better yet, what does he want?

Furrowing her eyebrows, Brittany slowly took a couple steps when he was a few feet away to where she stood. "What are you doing here?" she blurted out, finding her breath finally escape her throat.

"Oh, ouch—nice seeing you too, Britt," Alvin smirked, coming to a halt.

"Oh, right, lemme try this again," Brittany smiled sweetly. "Hi, Alvin, glorious weather today, don't you think?" she questioned before her smile instantly faded. "Now what are you doing here?" she shot in fury.

"Relax, darling," he soothed, rolling his eyes, chuckling. "Look, Jordy called me—you know Jordy, right? Jordy Eversole, the other quarterback? Yeah—anyway, he called me and told me he saw you walking in the rain. He said that he would've offered you a ride, but his car was kinda full at the moment, so—"

"He asked you to do the job," Brittany finished, feeling that much flattered that someone as attractive and applauded as Jordy would bother to notice her, yet that much annoyed that he didn't even bother to come do the job himself. She rolled her eyes. Boys…

"Exactly," Alvin confirmed. "You know, I honked at you earlier, but you just ignored me—you didn't even look at me! Brittany, a tip for the future: next time when a guy honks at you, try to show some courtesy and actually acknowledge that they're there. It can hurt their self-esteem."

"That was yo—ugh!" she groaned. "Whatever, Alvin," she muttered, gritting her teeth.

Letting out a sigh, Alvin merely shrugged. "Just saying—a little advice can't hurt, now can it?"

"Uh," Brittany began, switching her cheer bag onto her other shoulder, "when that advice is from you, there will have to be some adjustments."

"Hey, just saying," Alvin stated, lifting his hands up in defense. "No need to get all feisty."

"Feisty? You call this feisty?" Brittany questioned in disbelief. If there was anything she was being, it definitely wasn't feisty. Did he not have any better vocab? Opening her mouth to speak, Alvin beat her to the chase.

"Look, Brittany, do you need a ride or not? We're getting way off subject you know…"

She rolled her eyes, placing her right hand on her hip. "Hey, it wasn't me who got us off subject. If you never mentioned that stupid so called 'advice' we would've never gotten off subject," Brittany snickered.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Alvin said, ignoring what she had just said. "Do you need a ride or not?" He asked once again, evidence in his voice showing he was getting a bit impatient.

"I don't need a ride," she scoffed. "I can walk you know—that's what these are for," Brittany said indicating to her legs.

"Yeah, but were you meant to walk in the rain with no umbrella of some sort? I'm pretty sure the answer is 'no'—but whatever. If you want to walk, then that's fine with me." Alvin said, beginning to walk backwards towards his car. "Although, are you sure this is what you want? I mean, it's totally fine with me if you need I a ride, but—"

"Alvin, it's fine, I can walk." Brittany injected.

Pausing in his spot, Alvin raised one eyebrow. "Oh, really?" he challenged in disbelief.

"Yes, really," Brittany confirmed. He clearly didn't know her well enough if he didn't think she could handle this. She wasn't a cat that hated water—but she also wasn't a dog that praised the rainfall.

"Alright, whatever you say," he carelessly said.

Beginning to turn around, Alvin then paused and walked back over to Brittany taking his cap off his head and setting it on hers. "To keep your hair dry," he smugly smiled. "See ya later, Britt," he saluted and jogged back to his car.

Surprised at his act, frozen in place, all Brittany could do was stare at Alvin's car, and watch while the back headlights turned on, along with the engine. The red car soon got back onto the road and drove off straight ahead, turning at the next corner.

Alvin Seville actually took off his red cap. She couldn't believe it. And he took it off for her of all the people—well, mainly girls really. It didn't matter too much for boys…

Shaking her head, as if to gain her conscience back from being hypnotized, she slowly took one step, when the rain suddenly began to fall down harder on the pavement, sounding like an infinite amount of beads were falling from the sky. Looking down at her cheer bag, Brittany's eyes hardened, realizing that her bag was beginning to get more soaked. That meant her bag would get more heavy…and when that happens, that would mean her shoulder would fall off. Feeling the rain fall down in bigger blobs, Brittany began to fast walk. The rain evolved from sprinklers misting the grass to water dripping down from the sky like water would when taking a shower.

Breaking out into a run, for she didn't want her things to get anymore wet than they already were, not to mention she was getting concerned about her shoulder for what if it did fall off? She soon began to regret not taking Alvin up on his offer. What was she thinking, thinking that she could ever stand walking to her high school? It was raining! Anyone with a brain would know that the wiser choice would be getting a car ride…and of course she goes off saying she doesn't need one…

The progress of her day so far escalated from Horrible to Excruciatingly Terrible on her scale. First, she loses her privileges to her car, then she ends up having to walk in the rain, and now, just barely, she had to chat with Alvin, of all people. What more would happen to her? She already hasn't been asked to the Homecoming Dance yet (and she'd be mortified and completely embarrassed if no one ended up asking her), and she's going to have to waste her money simply to buy new cheer shoes because of the weather today… What's next? This day definitely was destined to get worse.

Finally making it to the turn that she saw Alvin take, she turned on that same corner, for that was the way to her high school.

Making the sharp turn, she found herself on the ground. "Ow," she managed to say, lifting her back up from off the ground so she was in a sitting position. Closing her eyes, while a pang of pain soared through her rear end and up her back, she eventually managed to open her eyes to see what, or who, she had bumped into. Looking up, her eyes widened skeptically. "Alvin?! What the—why are you standing there?!" Brittany shrieked, rubbing her back. "You know, it's kinda an inconvenience with you standing smack there in the center! You almost made me break my butt!"

"Ow, Britt," Alvin rubbed his chest as if to flick of some dust. "What the heck were you doing running? With the speed you were going at, it'd almost be as if the Boogie Man were chasing you," Alvin smirked finding the scene a bit humorous. "And tell me how I was supposed to know you'd be running? Jeez, Brittany, if I knew you were running, I would've set up a gold ribbon for you to run through instead of me being your brakes."

"Well, two reasons why! One: the rain's pouring harder now. And two: I don't want to get anymore wet than I already am! Duh—and 'ow?' Alvin really? You're saying 'ow?'" Brittany fired in pure disbelief. He barely even looked like he got hurt or felt the hit! "And I don't want a golden ribbon to run through! I want a giant trophy to hit you with!"

Rolling his eyes, Alvin picked Brittany's cheer bag up and walked over to his parked car on the side of the road. Opening the passenger door, he threw the bag in the back seat, and shut the car door. Walking back over to Brittany, he lent her a hand, which she eventually took to her dismay. She was too soar to get up on her own…

"Were you—ow," she grunted still feeling the pain in her back and rear end. "Expecting me?" she asked, while Alvin helped her up to her feet.

"More or less, pretty much, yeah," he answered, "I figured you come 'running' to me."

Rolling her eyes, she scoffed, and then looked at his state, realizing how he actually wasn't in any pain, and barely even took the blow. "Jeez—what do you have under that? A force field? Or did you just start eating rocks for food? You barely look like you even budged!" Brittany whined. "You just about broke my vertebrae over here, and there you are, acting like a feather barely touched you!"

"Calm down," Alvin chuckled. "It's called: muscles. You know, a six-pack?"

"Pfft," Brittany scoffed, rolling her eyes unbelievably. "You? Six-pack? Yeah right," she ended, rubbing her back. "You're a stick, Alvin." Not in a million years would he ever bulk up.

Heading over to his car, ignoring Brittany's comment at the moment, Alvin then opened the passenger door. "Get in, Brittany."

"I never said I wanted a ride—" She began.

"Here, if you want I can always prove you wrong and show you my six-pack—" Alvin said, beginning to take his varsity jacket off.

Widening her eyes, Brittany immediately took action and just like that, all the pain in her body disappeared. "No, no, no—I'm getting' in!" She freaked, fast walking towards the car.

Raising his eyebrows, he put his arm in the way of the entrance before she could get in, and gave her a look. "Are you sure, Britt? A lot of girls would kill to see this," he taunted, smirking.

"What girls? Oh, do you mean yourself?" she smiled sweetly, giving herself a ten out of ten for her comeback.

Snickering, Alvin slipped his jacket fully back on. "Ouch—Brittany, do you not consider yourself a girl?"

Letting out a dramatic sigh, she got inside the car after Alvin motioned for her to get in. "Alvin, you've known me for years now, and you still don't know? It's not that I don't consider myself a girl, it's just I consider myself more of a lady. That's all," she simply said, while Alvin merely rolled his eyes and shut the passenger door.

She heard him grumble, "Lady—girl? What's the difference?" She sighed.

Feeling a chill run down her spine, she shuddered and looked outside the car windows. The rain slammed down on the car, and the wind howled quietly, rustling everything it ran in to.

Gazing around the car, Brittany turned slightly around and watched while Alvin jogged to the driver's door. Catching a funny scent, drifting to her nose, she dropped her gaze to the back seats and cringed back. Wrinkling her nose, she faced straight. "No wonder it smelled," she muttered lowly.

Suddenly the driver's door opened and Alvin slid in to his seat. Shaking his hair, Brittany flinched back at the sudden splatters of rain droplets. "Alvin!"

"What?" he asked, looking over at her innocently. Seeing her wipe the sprinkled rain in disgust, he grinned evilly. "Oh, you mean this?" he said, shaking his hair once again, but closer to her.

"Yes, that! Alvin!" Brittany yelped scooting as far away as her seat would let her. Pushing him back, Alvin chuckled, shaking his head.

Glaring over at him, Brittany caught his sports bag out of the corner of her eye and remembered the stench that came along with it. "Seriously, Alvin? Your sports bag—it reeks! Why do you have it with you?"

"Well, sorry… I kinda just came back from football practice, so yeah; of course it's going to be there!" Alvin answered as if it was the most obvious answer ever, which it actually in a way was.

Rolling her eyes for the millionth time that day, Brittany than shot, "Well, don't you have any perfume or some sort of freshener? I think I'm suffocating over here."

Giving Brittany a look, Alvin then lamely said, "Brittany, guys don't use perfume—and I'm sure the smell isn't that bad."

"Fine, cologne, Mr. I-don't-care-how-my-sports-bag-smells-but-I-care-what-people-say-when-it-comes-to-perfume." Brittany snorted, folding her arms. "It's not even really that big of a difference…" she grumbled. "Cologne's just a manly way to say perfume…and it's also a different smell, where I swear, all the smells are the same…"

Raising his eyebrows, Alvin just stared at her.

Glancing over at him, Brittany too raised her eyebrows in return. "What? It's TRUE." She claimed, throwing her hands up.

Scoffing, Alvin grabbed his car keys out of his pocket and put it in the slot near the steering wheel. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Britt." Turning the key, the engine started and hummed a soft purr. Turning the heater on and setting it on low, he then turned the radio on. Pressing the numbered buttons from one to six, he finally made up his mind when he approved of a well-known pop song playing on the radio station. Turning the volume up, he then buckled his seatbelt on.

Seeing Alvin buckling, Brittany too copied him and immediately flipped down the flap on the roof of the car. Adjusting the flap so she could see herself in the mirror on it, she couldn't help but smile seeing her makeup and hair were still in pretty good shape. Thankful the rain didn't turn her appearance into that of a hideous beast, she flipped the flap back up.

Putting the car into drive, Alvin then pressed his foot on the pedal, and checked the road before he turned back onto it. "So," he began, "what exactly were you doing walking? I mean, I know you have cheer practice, but in this weather? I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it's kinda been raining—"

"I know," Brittany sighed, cutting in. "When I started to walk it wasn't raining," she mumbled. "But, Ms. Miller insisted it was a beautiful day and—"

"Wait, Ms. Miller? What does she have to do with this? Brittany, can't you just drive?" Alvin asked, keeping a firm concentration on the road, but also paying attention to the cheerleader, who was well-known to always get into competitions with him, yet be his best friend all at the same time. He knew her well—in fact he knew her like the back of his hand, but for her to actually walk when she could drive, he knew she'd choose the more "stylish" way in a heartbeat.

"Right…about that…" Brittany moved in her seat uncomfortably. "I got grounded," she muttered lowly.

"What?" Alvin asked, not hearing her.

"I got grounded," she repeated, a little louder, glad the music was turned up. Maybe he'd mishear her, or give up on hearing what she was saying…

"Wait, what?"

"I got grounded, Alvin." She repeated once again, getting a little annoyed.

"Okay, sorry, but what? I can't hear ya, Britt."

"I got grounded." Okay, maybe the music wasn't too great…

"What?"

"Alvin!" Brittany hollered, clearly annoyed.

Bursting out into laughter, Alvin then stiffened his laughter as best as he could, "Alright, alright, chill—I heard you that last time—you got grounded? Lemme guess, you crashed your car?"

Giving Alvin a death glare, she fired, "Wrong!"

"Okay…" Alvin paused, lost in thought. "You—"

"I stayed out too late, okay?" Brittany quickly intervened, leaning her head on the rain glazed passenger window.

"I was just going to guess that," Alvin mumbled under his breath in irritation.

Leaning her head back into the back of the seat, finding the window uncomfortable, the light stench from Alvin's sports bag came drifting back to Brittany's nose. Cringing, she held her breath, trying her best to ignore the aroma and listen to the music. Slowly letting her breath go, she slightly inhaled the air. Twisting her tongue, she sat there in silence. Not having much to say through her voice, she pursed her lips while her face said all that was on her mind.

Closing her eyes, trying her best to endure and quickly think of a plan, her eyes popped open almost as if a light bulb appeared above her head.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, Brittany turned around in her seat, and reached for her cheer bag.

Glancing over at Brittany, Alvin looked back at the road, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Uh, Brittany? Wha…? What are you doing?" He asked in pure confusion. "Isn't that a bit, let's say, dangerous?"

"What? Dangerous?" Brittany snickered, unzipping the side pocket to her cheer bag. "Since when did you ever care about my safety, Alvin? Oh, wait, just kidding—I meant Simon, sorry." She exaggerated. Grinning widely when she spotted her target, she quickly snatched it and immediately put it into action.

"Simon?" Alvin questioned in disbelief. "Ouch—really, Brittany? I'm nothing like him—and you know it."

"No, Alvin, you got it all wrong," Brittany rejected, spraying her small expensive bottle of perfume around Alvin's sports bag. He was SO going to kill her for this… Whatever, at least she wouldn't have to die smelling his sports bag. Plus he should feel privileged she's using her hundred dollar perfume on him! This stuff wasn't cheap! "It's Simon who's nothing like you, Alvin." She corrected, taking a quick glance at him.

"Meaning…" Alvin pushed, glancing up at the rearview mirror.

"Meaning, you sometimes do take on some Simon-y things. But," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "I guess it's Simon who takes after that part of you, since you are the oldest that is."

Glancing back and forth, up at the rearview mirror and back at the road, Alvin then asked, "Brittany, what on earth are you doing back there?!"

"Uh," Brittany began, biting her bottom lip. "Some, uh, stuff…?" She answered, it ending out more as a question.

"Brittany—just tell me what it is—you know I'll find out sooner or later." He concluded.

Thinking it through, knowing he was more likely right, she then began, "Um, well," she edged, debating whether she really should tell him. Lying wouldn't be too bad, right? "Well, you know, I, uh, guess you can say I, uh, am," she bit her bottom lip, and nervously laughed. "Freshening things up a bit?" She finished, spraying one more spray.

"'Freshening?'" Alvin questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. Running her words through his head, he eyed Brittany. Narrowing his eyes, he then slowly asked, "You wouldn't by any chance be referring to my sports bag, now would you?"

Dropping her jaw down to the ground, Brittany quickly stuffed her perfume back in her cheer bag, and zipped it back up. Now she was dead…

"Did I say freshening?" she laughed timidly. "I think that came out wrong…" She then sat back down in her seat properly and kept her gaze away from Alvin's. "I was simply, reorganizing…" She mumbled lowly, hoping he would just drop the subject.

"Lemme get this straight—you were reorganizing my sports bag, then?" Alvin asked, raising one eyebrow while keeping his eyes on the wheel.

"Sports bag?" Brittany murmured. "Uh, sure—well, kind of…" She trailed off. "If you consider spraying my perfume on your sports bag to make it smell better is reorganizing," she mumbled too low for Alvin's ear to hear.

Peering over at Brittany suspiciously, Alvin then inhaled deeply, but paused noticing a new smell that roamed in his car. "Brittany," he causally began, "what's that smell?"

"Smell?" Brittany choked out, scooting closer to the car door. Alright, here was her plan: she'd jump out the door when he figured her out. Just kidding, she'd probably scratch and scrape her shimmering silky, soft skin.

"Yeah, it's definitely not my cologne, but—," he paused, glancing over at Brittany. "Almost smells like, perfume—like you…" Flickering his eyes over at Brittany, he gripped lightly onto the driver's wheel, trying to keep his cool. "You wouldn't…"

Laughing nervously, she shrugged her shoulders and looked out the window. "Oh, would you look at that, the rain's gotten worse..."

"Don't even think about changing the subject—you did, didn't you? Britt, seriously, now my bag smells like girls!" Alvin freaked. "How could you? Brittany, now how am I supposed to get rid of the smell? The things I would do if I wasn't driving—you are so dead once I get my hands on you!"

"Excuse me?" Brittany shrieked (She couldn't believe herself for being such a baby about him finding out what she did!). "How was I supposed to live through the smell? Hello, I was dying over here!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "Anyway, you should be thanking me; the smell's now resistible. You actually might get a date now…"

He scoffed. "Yeah, but couldn't you have at least asked? Is that just so hard to do?"

"But you would've said no," she shot, scrunching her face in confusion.

"Exactly!" he fired back. "I will so get back at you, Brittany Miller."

After that was said, Brittany opened her mouth to speak back, but answered with silence and quickly clamped her mouth shut. Taking a quick peak over at Alvin's expression, she quickly averted her gaze, seeing that he was too looking at her, yet still keeping eye on the road ahead. He was like a creepy child's doll—staring at you but not really. Biting her bottom lip, curious as to what he was thinking, or in other words, probably planning, for he was more likely thinking of a plan to get back at her, she dropped her gaze down to her lap.

She needed a plan too…

Feeling the car come to a stop, Brittany then realized they were already at the school. Letting out a sigh, she then muttered, relieved, "Thanks for the ride."

Getting out of the car, she froze for a split second, feeling the sudden break between the warm inside of the car, and the chilly drops of water falling down from the sky. Pursing her lips, she then opened the backseat car door, while Alvin too got out and walked around the car to where she was. Shutting the opened door after Brittany got her cheer bag, he let out a sigh, rolling his eyes and asked, "Do you need me to come get you?"

Snorting, Brittany then said, "I think I can handle myself."

"Are you sure? It's really not a problem, Britt." Alvin pushed, knowing she probably didn't have a ride, since she didn't have one to the school, and also knowing she'd be too proud to let him come pick her up—especially since he already drove her there.

"It's fine—I'll call Jeanette or Eleanor and ask them to come get me." Brittany shrugged, readjusting the strap, from her cheer bag, on her shoulder. Seeing Alvin nod his head slowly, she slowly began to walk away. "Bye, Alvin." It's probably best she left before he could think through for another logic that his brain miraculously would come up with.

"Wait—my hat," Alvin said, reaching his hand out.

Widening her eyes, Brittany's hand flew up to her head. She was still wearing his hat? "Right," she said, taking it off, surprised to feel it was still there. How'd she ever forget it was there? Tossing the hat, Alvin caught it and put it back where it belonged on his head.

"Well, catch ya later, Britt." Alvin grinned, showing her his infamous crooked smile. Snapping both of his hands and turning them into guns, aiming it at Brittany playfully, he walked back around his car and got inside the driver's door.

Feeling a small smile tug at her lips, she watched while he drove off and out of sight. Letting out a sigh, a chill crept up her spine, reminding her of the rain and coldness the day had to give to her today. Realizing how wet she was beginning to get, she jogged to the front doors of her high school, skipping up each step she had to step on.

As soon as she made it to the front doors of her high school, she immediately opened the doors to get in the shelter of the building. Letting out a sigh, she looked out at the rain and shook her head. Walking through the building, she then caught sight of a clock. Gasping at the time, seeing it read a quarter before four o'clock, she bolted through the hallways. She was supposed to be at the school fifteen minutes ago… Now she was literally going to be dead; her coach definitely wasn't going to be happy with her, and she very well knew it.

Finding her way through the mazelike halls, pushing her legs to go at the speed of lightning, she then burst through a pair of doors leading to the gym room. Dropping her cheer bag, out of breath, she bent down and panted, oddly feeling like a dog, "Here… I'm here…"

"Brittany!" a bunch of feminine voices exclaimed, almost in harmony.

Breathless, she then saluted in a weak manner, "Reporting to duty." Taking deep breaths, trying to catch her breath, she fixed her composure and stood up straight, now lightly panting.

"Brittany," Marina Emerson, also known as the CO-captain of the cheer team and as one of Brittany's closest friends on the team, motioned for her to come over.

"Hey, what's up?" Brittany said, greeting the dirty blonde haired girl.

"Where have you been?!" Marina hissed, big brown eyes glistening with urgency.

"Excuse me?" Brittany asked, not quite taking in the question.

"What's the holdback? What took you forever to get here? Coach Lynn is so mad—not even that, furious! And Brittany, you know how she gets when she's—"

"I know, I got this—" Brittany began but flinched when she heard the one voice she dreaded the most.

"MILLER!" A voice boomed.

Looking up, meeting a pair of flaming ice blue eyes, Brittany smiled tensely and stepped forward. Making her way over to the woman dressed in a track suit, she quickly glanced around the room at all the staring eyes before she spoke. "Hey, Coach Lynn," she responded back. "Uh, how's it goin'?"

Letting out a sigh the coach snapped, "What took you so long?!"

This wasn't as bad as she thought… Shuffling her feet around Brittany then replied, suddenly finding her dirty, wet shoes intriguing. "Transportation problems…?"

"Oh? You had 'transportation problems?' Well, Miller, you know the rules, and guess what? It's your lucky day because you just earned yourself, along with the rest of the squad, to do all of your warm-ups outside," Coach Lynn evilly smiled. "FIVE MILES AROUND THE TRACK!" she barked, clapping her hands. "NOW, GIRLS! C'MON! GET A MOVE ON IT! WHAT ARE YOU?! HIPPOPPOTTAMUSES?!"

And just like that, all the girls in the gym let out a moan.

"Ow…" Brittany let out, low enough so no one else could hear. Next time, she would come prepared with earplugs. "Of all the joys in this world…" She sighed. "For once, I think I'd rather be back in Alvin's car sitting next to his smelly sports bag," she grumbled before she straightened herself out. "Alright girls! You heard the coach, let's go!" she yelled, heading towards the doors.

Pushing her way out of the doors, Brittany walked out, and stood in the empty hallways of the school while she waited for the rest of her squad to come out. Glancing inside the gym, she watched while Coach Lynn smiled approvingly and went inside her office. Probably to go get fat off of doughnuts while watching that dumb new TV show she figured while she rolled her eyes in pure annoyance, and turned her gaze away.

Of course Coach Lynn would do this, make the girls run in such weather, and even if Brittany never was late in the first place, the coach would've found a reason to make all the girls run out in the rain, and everybody knew it, too. So, there wasn't really a big deal that she cost her team to run in the pouring rain, because it wasn't really her fault. She could almost guarantee that everyone wasn't very fond of Coach Lynn as a fact. To be honest, most found Coach Lynn scary, rude, and mean—even the principal found her horrifying, but that didn't ever make a change. All it did was let Coach Lynn, or what Brittany preferred to call her, The Wicked Grouch of the Dumps, to have more power in the school.

"Brittany?" a small, shy voice called.

Looking over at the owner of the voice, Brittany stared at the dark, brown haired girl recognizing her as Natasha Steinfield, one of the new sophomores to the school, and lifted her eyebrows in response.

"Umm, are you really going to, you know, make us all run, umm, outside?" Natasha quietly asked, twiddling her fingers together uneasily.

Snickering, Brittany rolled her eyes. Newbies… "Of course not—girl, what have you been up to this whole year? If you haven't noticed, I never actually listen to what that grouch has to say… As long as I'm cheer captain, I'm going to have a say in what we do, and I'm going to do what I want with this team to get us to the top. Listening to that coach won't get us anywhere—she doesn't know anything about cheer." She ended, staring at the sophomore.

"Oh," Natasha said in awe.

Turning on her heel, dismissing the conversation, Brittany paused and looked back at the dark brown haired girl and said, "Word of advice, Ms. Steinfield, I suggest you work on that voice of yours. You're a cheerleader—use your voice. Open up, express yourself! If you're going to be on my team, you've got to talk louder than that. I barely could hear you when you spoke." With that said She spun around and faced her squad.

"Alright girls," Brittany clapped, getting all the girls attention. "You know the drill: nine laps in the hallways, and one lap outside! Let's go, go, go! I've got a new routine to teach you guys, but obviously I can't teach it to you if we don't have time!" she yelled.

Seeing all the girls nod their heads in response, Brittany let out a sigh and watched while every girl began to pace themselves. Pursing her lips, she glanced at the time, then glanced outside seeing the howling wind push the rain harder down to the ground. Shuddering at the slight chill in the air, she pushed her feet off the ground and broke out into a speed she was used to.

This was going to be a long day.

Shaking her head at the thought, Brittany concentrated on her running and hoped for the day to end quickly. The day was already bad enough, so she figured she might as well at least end it good.

"Hey, Brittany," Marina called with four other girls by her side. "Are you sure you don't want to come?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Shaking her head no, Brittany then said dreadfully, "I can't. I'm grounded, remember?"

"Alright, well, I'll be sure to tell you about it," Marina lightly smiled, pity written on her face. "See ya later, Brittany." She waved, before heading out the doors of the high school.

Waving, Brittany smiled and watched while the other girls followed Marina out the doors, too, waving goodbye.

Immediately glancing up at the time, Brittany pursed her lips. Marina and the other girls were going out to that party Jordy Eversole was hosting. It was simply just not fair at all on how she had to stay at home and bore herself to death while everyone else got to go out and do what their precious, little hearts desired.

Huffing, Brittany quickly redid her hair, and grabbed her cheer bag form off the floor and headed towards the doors. Stopping directly in front of the glass doors, her face turned grim seeing that it was still raining. Shouldn't the clouds have run out of water by now? Or, even better, the weather man could say his 'magical' words and say that the weather would be all happy—sunshine and daisies popping out of the ground?

Gritting her teeth, Brittany walked outside in the pouring rain, and quickly glanced around for her ride. After standing out there for a few minutes, Brittany went back inside the school, one simple question lingering in her mind: where exactly was her ride?

She knew before she left that Eleanor was at the Seville's residence—probably hanging out with Theodore—so Eleanor wouldn't be picking her up… Jeanette was too, busy, for Simon came over to help her study on her chemistry class—so she probably wouldn't come… Ms. Miller was at a reserved dinner to meet up with her old friends from way back then… And she didn't even ask anyone of them to come pick her up, for she was going to "walk" back home… So that left her with: no ride.

No ride.

Thinking it through, Brittany's eyes widened in realization: she had no ride, and that meant she would have to walk home…

Dropping her cheer bag, she immediately dropped down to her knees and began rummaging through her bag desperately, repeatedly saying "no" over and over again. She had to have at least taken her cell phone with her…

After she had zipped and unzipped, opened and closed, and thoroughly went through her cheer bag, she froze in remembrance. Her phone wasn't with her…it was resting on her bed…right where she left it. Inhaling deeply through her nose, her shoulders slumped. Why didn't she just ask Marina, or one of the other girls, if she could use their phone? That would be so much easier, but no—she had to go off and forget. And of course she's the last one to leave, like always.

Snatching her cheer bag from off the ground, she briskly stood up and turned on her heel in annoyance, facing the doors. Closing her eyes, she shook her head and stomped outside. Feeling a gush of wind swirl around her body, she clutched on to her light jacket and began heading down the steps, staring down at her shoes. Grumbling at how stupid the whole situation seemed to be, Brittany then glanced up seeing a car parked directly in front of her. Squinting her eyes at the car, she blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. She never saw the car there before… Since when was it there?

Cocking her head to the side, she then began to slowly approach the car trying to see any personage in it. As she edged closer, a hand suddenly gripped firmly on her arm. Jumping at the sudden grasp, Brittany immediately supposed it was some guy, for the owner's hand felt big and fairly strong, and that he going to murder her, or do scary things like they always did in the TV shows. Without taking a second thought, her body took over and she swiftly turned around half expecting a gun pointing at her face and the other half expecting some mask covering the face of the person.

Hand flying on top of the hand gripping on her arm, tingling to pry the hand off—wishing she was some expert in some sort of martial arts—she let out a breath that had been trapped in her throat the moment she felt contact. "Alvin?!" she cried, sliding her hand off of his.

"One and only," he replied, smug smile plastered on his face.

"What are you—are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" She shrieked, leaning on her right foot a little.

"Jeez, Britt—keep your pants on—have you been watching too many of those horror movies?" Alvin joked, taking his grip off of Brittany's arm, so he could fold his arms in amusement.

Gaping, Brittany gave him a look of disbelief. "NO," she exclaimed, flailing her arms up. "That's you who's seen too many horror movies—and I'm not wearing pants! If you're going to say that, at least get it right!"

"Oh," Alvin scoffed, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, mom, keep your uniform—or skirt—whatever, just keep it on." He corrected himself, rolling his eyes. "Happy now?"

"Uh, no, I'm not—I'm having a horrible day, and it's raining. And code for when I say it's raining, I mean it's messing up my hair, ruining my clothes, and killing me with my mind! And 'happy'?" she snickered, shaking her head like he was crazy. "How can you say happy? Satisfied that you actually did what I told you, yeah, but happy? No, Alvin, I'm not! What are you thinking in that thick skull of yours? Do I look like I'm skipping in the sunshine like there's no tomorrow? Uh, I don't think so." Brittany stated, folding her arms with a huff.

"Alright, Britt—jeez, calm down." Alvin chuckled, putting his arm around Brittany, leading her to his car. "I hear ya—you don't need to have a spazz attack. Gosh…" He then muttered lowly, "Girls…"

Furrowing her eyebrows together, Brittany glanced at her so called 'friend.' "'Spazz attack?' Alvin, do you even know the definition of a spazz attack?"

Raising his eyebrows, Alvin looked at her. "Brittany, really? I've seen a spazz attack—I live with it on a daily basis. Heck, I even know the meaning better than Simon does. And in fact, Brittany, you're being a perfect example right now—do you practice?" He joked, smugly grinning.

Gaping, Brittany punched Alvin hard in the chest playfully yet meaningfully, and shrugged his arms off of her. Stepping in front of him, blocking his path, she jabbed her finger into his chest. "Well, excuse me, Mr. Seville, but this so called 'spazz attack' comes naturally for me just like my beauty—but you? I think you try too hard on whatever you've got," she paused waving her hands around him, "goin' on in that mind of yours."

"Do you really think that low of me, Britt?" Alvin asked, looking hurt.

Glaring at him for a split second, she simply said, "Yes."

"Is that code for: I think you're awesome and the best?" He smirked, folding his arms.

"Nope," Brittany countered. "It's code for: Shut your face and take me home!"

Raising his eyebrows at her choice of words, he then repeated, "'Shut your face?'" Snickering at the sound of it, he cocked his head to the side. "Who in this universe says that?"

"I do," she fired, indicating to herself for more emphasis. "Now take me home!" she whined, feeling the rain weigh down on her shoulders, making her feel heavy and weak.

"Alright, honey—don't go get your tongue tied in a knot," Alvin chortled, taking his car keys out of his pocket and unlocking the car doors with the press of a button. Opening the passenger door for Brittany to get in, he then joked while she got in, "Do you need me to help you buckle in?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Brittany rolled her eyes throwing her cheer bag on the backseats. "Just shut the door already," she grumbled, folding her arms like a little kid.

"Okay," Alvin shrugged, "just trying to be a man of honor." He simply said earning a scoff from the girl in his car while he shut the door.

Watching him while he lightly jogged to get to the driver's side, Brittany impatiently let out a sigh while a cold chill ran down her spine causing her to drop her folded arms and sit on her hands for warmth. Why did it have to be so cold? It should only get cold when it snows…

The driver's door suddenly swung open and in Alvin came; slamming the car door shut right after him, he shoved his keys into the ignition, turning it, bringing his car to life. Adjusting the rearview mirror, he glanced over at Brittany.

"Took you long enough," Brittany muttered under her breath.

Evidently catching on to what she said, Alvin flailed his arms up in disbelief. "Brittany, that only took me, like, three seconds."

"'Three seconds,'" Brittany scoffed. "More like three hours."

Rolling his eyes, Alvin turned the radio on before shifting the car into Drive and pressed on the gas. "Hey, just be grateful that I even bothered to come pick you up, alright?"

"Right," Brittany slowly said, bringing her right hand from below and resting her elbow on the window while she rested her head in the palm of her hand.

Gazing out the rain dripped window, staring at the streets and familiar roads getting engulfed in rain, she let out a puff of air, and watched while it fogged up her view.

He was right. Alvin was actually right. She should be grateful that he even took the time to come get her when no one else even noticed or took the time to care. Even though Alvin could be a total, complete, arrogant, egotistical, self-absorbed, jerk, he wasn't all bad...

She examined her left hand, checking the glittering coat of white on her nails. She smiled in admiration. At least her nails looked nice…as opposed to what she may appear at the moment… But what was she talking about? She always looked fabulous—no matter the cause.

"Man, Britt, you're really not that popular today." Alvin started, causing Brittany to roll her eyes. "I mean, you are popular—of course not as famous as me, but—honestly? What's up with this? Couldn't you have gotten a ride by one of your super, attractive cheer friends?"

Breathing deeply through her nose, Brittany then replied, "Yeah—duh—of course I could've, but they were all going straight to Jordy's, and if you haven't remembered, I'm grounded. G-R-O-U-N—"

"Okay, okay," Alvin cut in. "I get it, you're grounded. Sorry, I forgot."

Grinding her teeth, Brittany shifted her gaze back towards the window, and then snapped her head back in his direction, curiosity written across her face. "Why aren't you at the party?"

"Party?" Alvin asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, party? Why pick me up instead of going out, having a ball? And be honest, Alvin, I know you'd rather go to some stupid party then worry about me—especially when it's one of your stupid friend's party—so tell me. Why?"

"Oh, right, that party…" Alvin began, trailing off a bit. "Umm, well, uh—because you're my best friend…?"

Laughing dryly, Brittany's face turned stern. "That's not the real reason."

"W-what are you talking about? Sure it is! I mean, you kind of really are my best friend…"

Eyeing him cautiously, Brittany shifted her gaze away. "Sure, sure… Whatever you say…" She said, still unconvinced

Pursing her lips, Brittany then cocked her head to the side, a question forming in her mind while she ran the past of her day so far in her mind.

Letting out a sigh, Alvin then asked recognizing Brittany's posture. "What now?"

"How did you exactly know I needed a ride?" she questioned, looking up at Alvin.

"How?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Well, uh, you know, I…" He trailed off, tensing up.

"You…?" Brittany began, now furrowing her eyebrows together seeing his sudden tension.

Twitching his head a little, Alvin continued, "You know, I, uh, just—well, I-I knew because I, well—"

"Just spit it out already!" Brittany cried, getting too intolerant not knowing the answer.

Inhaling deeply, he then let out, "I went over to your house, okay?"

"See? Was that really that—wait," she paused, registering what he just said in her head. Shifting her body so she was facing him, she studied him with precaution. "You went over to my house? You were at my house?!"

"Uh, y-yeah," he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I did go over to your…uh, house…"

"Alvin," Brittany began slowly, "what did you do?" She asked, narrowing her eyes now. The way he was acting was…strange… He never acted this way unless he had some big secret of some sort, or did something out of hand.

"What did I—Britt, I did nothing! Why do you always assume that I did something wrong?" he complained, looking a little hurt.

"Oh, I don't know—let me think about it—oh, wait, that's right!" she beamed. "Because more than half of the time it always is because you did something!" she exclaimed, giving him a look.

"Yeah, but still..." He mumbled, pursing his lips.

Feeling a small pang of remorse hit at her heart, she immediately covered it up by quickly saying, "You know what—we're getting off topic," she stated, keeping her stern appearance up. "Why'd you go to my house?"

Straightening his composure, Alvin shrugged, "I don't know, I went over there to check on you."

"You went to my house to check on me?" Brittany laughed, finding this a joke. "Yeah, sure you did." She simply said with the roll of her eyes.

"Well, when I, uh, you know, went over there, I noticed that you weren't back yet—well, I mean, I didn't see any sign that you came home. So I asked Simon and Jeanette, who by the way are still studying as I speak—"

"They are?!" Brittany cut in, wide ice blue eyes. "I think my brain would just fry to death!"

"Yeah, tell me about it!" Alvin agreed, his agitation easing a bit.

Inhaling deeply, she exhaled out, "Wow… What brainiacs—anyway, you were saying?"

Clenching his teeth, he then sighed, "Right… I asked Simon and Jeanette if you were home, or if anyone picked you up, and Jeanette freaked and said no one has—so pretty much I said I'd take care of it." He ended quickly, flashing an uneasy grin.

Slowly nodding her head, Brittany eyed him suspiciously. Something was up with him, and whether he liked it or not, she was going to find out.

The car soon came to a halt. Opening her mouth to speak, Alvin beat her to the chase. "Well, we're here." He grinned, looking over at her.

Peering out the window, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Finally, she was home…well, sort of. Until she gets inside the house, she'll be home, but at the moment, she was merely a little over half way home.

Unbuckling himself, Alvin opened his door. "Let's get this show on the roll."

Rolling her eyes at his choice of words, Brittany followed his lead, and unbuckled herself, too opening her door and stepping out. Shivering at the slight chill in the air, she slammed her door shut, and folded her arms for warmth. Hearing one of the car doors open, she glanced to the noise and watched while Alvin got her cheer bag out of his car. There was still something up with him…

Shaking her head, pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she slowly stepped towards Alvin while he shut the backseat car door to his glossy red car.

"How much do you wanna bet that Simon and Jeanette are still hitting it off with studying?" Alvin asked, handing Brittany her cheer bag, to which she took.

"Umm," she dragged out, adjusting the strap to her bag on her shoulder. "I think," she began, starting to walk up the pathway to her home. "You know what, I am positive they are still going in overdrive, so, the bet's off 'cause I know you're thinking the same."

Snickering, walking beside Brittany, Alvin nodded his head. "Yup, that's probably exactly what they're doing. This is why I am everything Simon isn't."

"True, but this is also why Simon isn't everything you are, Alvin. Let's face it, you aren't very smart—all you've got are your charms and looks and not to mention attititude—"

"And that's all I need. Seriously, who cares about math, and science, and all those other dumb subjects. Who in this world is actually going to use this stuff?" Alvin complained, stopping in his tracks at the bottom of the porch steps that led to the front door.

Shaking her head, Brittany headed up the steps and looked to Alvin as if the answer was so obvious. "You are, dummy—you know some of these things we actually kinda need." She stated, stopping in her steps when she was at the top, and pivoting on her foot so she could face him properly. Putting her hand on her hip, she locked her gaze with his and waited for his reply.

"Well, yeah, I know that—I'm just talking about the other things—which I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."

Huffing out a puff of air, Brittany couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I guess," she confessed. She couldn't lie, she always questioned what the point in math and science was every time she had to sit and wait until the lesson was over.

Scratching the back of his neck, Alvin nervously stared down to the sopping ground, now suddenly in an urge to leave. "I-I gotta go, so, see you tomorrow, or something?" He questioned, beginning to walk backwards, towards his car.

"Oh, right, of course." Brittany spoke, still feeling a little off. "Well, bye, Alvin." She waved. "Oh, and thanks for, you know, thanks for the—"

"I got your back, Britt." Alvin waved, f lashing her his cocky grin. Then again, maybe nothing was off or wrong with him.

Letting out a sigh, rolling her eyes, Brittany turned on her heel, walked to her front door, and opened it. Walking inside, a burst of warmth engulfed her body, and her cheeks heated up. Closing the door with her back, she leaned against the door and let her cheer bag slip off her shoulder in relaxation.

"Brittany, is that you?" a small, timid voice asked, echoing from the kitchen.

"Yeah, Jeanette, it's me." Brittany responded, recognizing the voice to be her bespectacled, little sister.

"There's pizza on the counter…if you want some, that is…" Jeanette called, her voice edging in insecurity.

"I'm fine—I'm actually not that hungry—just tired. I think I'm going to go ahead and get to bed." Brittany replied, balancing on one foot while she pulled her mucky shoe off. Switching foots, she yanked her other shoe off of her foot, and trudged up the steps, heaving her cheer bag back up on her shoulder.

"Well, if you ever get hungry, just come on down—there's plenty of food…"

Letting out a sigh, Brittany picked up her pace while going up the stairs, wanting to just get the night over with. "Will do," she called, "oh, and hi, Simon."

"Hey, Brittany," Simon greeted back. She rolled her eyes, so he was still there. Just as she guessed.

Getting to the top of the stairs, she then walked straight to her room, not bothering to mess with the lights, and threw her cheer bag carelessly in her closet, the darkness swallowing it up. Quickly rummaging through her drawers of clothing, she randomly grabbed a white, loose shirt and a pair of light pink shorts. Shrugging her shoulders, deciding that the attire would look fine, she headed out of her room and into the bathroom that was across the hall.

Locking the door shut, she got down to business and began getting ready for bed. Once she got the basics over and done with—brushing and flossing her teeth—she then took a nice long, relaxing shower. When she felt it was about time to get out of the shower, she reluctantly got out, and dried herself, pulling on her new change of clothes.

Unlocking the doors to the bathroom, feeling clean and fresh, Brittany strolled on over to her room. Walking in her room, she instinctively shut the door behind her, and ran over to her bed, jumping on top of it, and snatched her phone that rested only a few inches away from where she landed. Checking her inbox, to see if she had any messages, she let out a sigh and set her phone on the small nightstand next door to the right of her bed. She'd deal with those messages tomorrow. Resting her head down on the soft blanket that covered her bed, she looked at the window, and stared longingly, as the rain continued to pound down on the window. The street lamp from outside gleamed on through the window, showing the dark shadows of the rustling branches outside.

Snuggling into her blankets, Brittany closed her eyes, and stretched her arms up to her pillow. Feeling a something lightly tickle the edge of her hand, she looked up curiously to see what it was.

Jumping at the sight, Brittany widened her eyes, literally meeting face to face with a giant spider about the size of her hand, yet bigger. Letting out a yelp, pulling her hands towards her chest, she screamed and quickly backed away, falling off her bed and barged out the door. "Jeanette! Jeanette!" she screamed running to the stairs.

"What—what's wrong Brittany?!" Jeanette called in a panicked voice, already at the bottom of the stairs—obviously having heard Brittany's scream of horror, and probably came by to check on her.

"Are you okay, Brittany?" Simon, who was standing right next to the bespectacled girl, asked, adjusting his black framed glasses, studying her.

"Do I look okay?" Brittany gasped. "NO! There's—there's a spider on my bed! A giant, hairy, googly-eyed, spider, on my BED!" she freaked, gripping onto the stair rail.

"An arachnid?" Jeanette rhetorically asked.

"'Giant?'" Simon asked, furrowing his brows together. "Exactly how big?"

"This big," Brittany exclaimed, emphasizing it with her hands.

"What? Are you sure?" Jeanette questioned, now matching Simon's expression.

"That's impossible, considering where we live." Simon spoke, taking the size Brittany presented into though. "I mean, there are spiders that can be that big here in California, but it'd have to be something like the Goliath Tarantula, or something—and I'm pretty sure those kinds of spiders don't live around in our area." He concluded as-matter-of-factly.

Looking at Simon weirdly as if he was speaking a foreign language, Brittany shook her head. "Just come see!" she pleaded.

Watching while the two exchanged glances, Brittany loosened up just a tiny bit, seeing Jeanette heading up the stairs, directly followed by Simon.

Getting paranoid, feeling like there were spiders crawling all over her body, Brittany shuddered, while she lead the bespectacled boy and girl to her room. Opening her door wide, making room for both Jeanette and Simon to stand in the doorway, she stepped back, slightly hiding behind Jeanette.

Flicking on the lights, Simon walked slowly towards Brittany's bed, giving a long, hard stare at the hairy creature lying on Brittany's pillow.

Slightly peeking behind Jeanette's back, stepping forward whenever she did, Brittany watched, keeping her hands close to her chest, while Simon edged closer and closer.

"Guys," Simon began, building the intensity in the room. "It's fake—it's just a toy."

"Oh," Jeanette sighed in relief.

"Wait—what?" Brittany shrieked in pure disbelief. This did not just happen to her. She freaked out at over a toy? "You're kidding…" She exhaled, stepping out of hiding. Walking towards the smart boy, she put her hands on her hips. "What's a toy doing on my bed—not to mention a spider toy? That's definitely NOT mine." She stated, looking at the hairy toy, now in Simon's hand, in pure disgust.

Fixing her gaze over on her bed, Brittany cocked her head to the side, and squinted her eyes, seeing a folded piece of paper on her pillow.

"Who would do such a thing?" Brittany heard Jeanette ask, while she climbed on her bed and snatched the folded paper.

Glancing over her shoulder while Simon and Jeanette began chatting away, Brittany looked back down at the paper and unfolded it. Reading the words that were written on the paper, she furrowed her eyes in confusion.

Look outside.

Slowly lifting her head, Brittany stared at her window. Sliding off her bed, she slowly approached her window and peered outside. Gazing around the neighborhood, her ice blue eyes halted on a red car that was parked in front of her house...still... Squinting her eyes, she soon recognized a figure, standing next to the glossy red car, wearing a too familiar red hat, and he seemed to be…laughing… Laughing really hard, in fact…

Going big-eyed, Brittany gritted her teeth. "Alvin!" she seethed, crumpling the paper in her hand.

"Sorry, um, did you say something, Brittany?" Jeanette edged.

"It was, Alvin!" Brittany spat, as if it were acid to her tongue.

"Alvin…" Simon slowly began, lost in thought. Snapping his fingers, he then exclaimed, "So that's why he really came over!"

Staring at Simon like he was a lunatic, Brittany then stepped towards the bespectacled boy and said, "Excuse me?"

"Well, Alvin came over earlier today in a bit of a rush, and he went upstairs wondering if you were home yet." Simon explained.

"That's right—he did come over!" Jeanette exclaimed.

Taking in what had just been said, Brittany widened her eyes, mouth gaping, now in realization. Rushing out of her room, ignoring the confused looks she was given, she ran down the stairs, and swung the front door open and stopped outside on the porch. Frantically gazing around, seeing no sight of Alvin, she shook her head. This was why Alvin was acting so weird! He was luring her right into his trap, and she fell for it. How much more stupid could this day get?

Flailing her arms up in the air, Brittany dropped her gazed down to her feet, but froze, catching a red rose on top of another folded piece of paper. Pursing her lips, she bent down, and grabbed the flower and paper off the ground rolling her eyes in annoyance. "What now?" she grumbled under her breath.

Looking at the delicate, crimson red rose, she opened the folded paper.

Look, I know I gave you a "scare"

And it probably raised your hairs,

But I'm simply getting even.

Lately I've had trouble sleepin'

Trying to come up with these stupid rhymes,

And you should know it's taken a lot of my time.

So please don't put my work to waste,

And please don't decide with haste.

Writing love poems aren't my style,

And maybe it's not even worth the mile,

But I've got one question and it's not to tease,

Will you go to homecoming with me?

Blinking, Brittany just stared at the note. Either she can't read, or she's hallucinating because Alvin would never ask someone like her to go to a dance with him, especially when that dance is homecoming, right?

True, Brittany and Alvin, along with their younger siblings, have been practically BFFs since grade school, but honestly, love would never come between the two…would it? This was their last year in high school. They've all been waiting for this moment when they could finally claim themselves as seniors. They've lasted this long as being either friends or enemies, and throughout the whole year in high school, with all the stupid rumors that have never actually been accurate and never will, they've never considered each other more than just a friend.

People would always joke, or say things about Alvin and Brittany being a "thing" but it never occurred to Brittany that it'd actually become reality. It was practically a really terrible joke saying that he, Alvin, and she, Brittany, would actually come down with love. Brittany always thought that, and never took a second glance at it. Strangely enough, though, this year, she's been hearing more whispers—more rumors from the crowd about her and Alvin…

Quickly scanning over the note once more, Brittany scoffed in disbelief. "Like asking me to homecoming will make me forgive him." Getting ready to ripe the note, she caught sight of more writing written on the very bottom.

P.S. Dare rip this paper, it's going to be your death wish! I took time, writing this! Feel special! This took me longer than you think!

Once again, getting ready to rip the note, she paused while a small grin tugged at the corner of her lips.

Thinking things through, a smirk appeared on her face now.

She was so going to tease him for writing in rhymes.

Turning on her heel, she headed back inside, her mood suddenly all…happy… Wait, she was happy. Why was she happy? Her day was horrible; it couldn't be because of the note, now was it? Because if so, that would be just beyond dumb. The note was just a note. That's it. Sure, Alvin wrote it, but how would that make her all giddy? Alvin was just an arrogant jerk, yet her best friend, so nothing much there.

After all, what could a silly note do to make her happy? It's not like she just got proposed to.

Glancing down at the rose and note, she couldn't help but wear a full-on smile.

Okay, maybe her day wasn't that bad…now… Something about getting asked to the dance by him, Alvin Seville, just made her heart feel something more than what she normally felt for other boys. It was weird. She's felt this before, and it was really strange to how the last time she felt it was when Alvin asked his first love to go out with him, and that was like, two years ago.

Feeling a little sick to her stomach at the thought of ever having feelings stronger than just liking him as a friend, she shrugged it off her shoulders, keeping what her heart wanted to let out, bottled up.

Alvin probably only asked her to get under her skin, that's all.

But it was kind of a relief to her. She finally got asked to homecoming! She was beginning to worry (have a total meltdown) that she wouldn't get asked this last year of school! She usually got asked around this time—or earlier—but since no one had asked her, she wasn't sure of what to think.

But again—of all the boys—Alvin Seville? It was hardly like him to ask her.

Although, lately things have been changing—in fact, they've been changing a lot. Recently he's always been on her mind, and she has tried to push him out, but it seemed to her that everything she did always led her back to him. She thought she had everything under control, but now, she's having second thoughts, and she never has to think twice.

Only one question remained on her mind now. And it wasn't the usual question she usually had after getting asked to homecoming. It wasn't "What prom dress should I get?" or "How do I reply back?" No, it was nothing close to her usual inner questions. It was a much deeper question.

How much did she really have control of her heart?

Finish Line

Haha, if you made it past the Finish Line, you are amazing because I understand that reading all of those words can be a drag sometimes depending on how much you're actually enjoying what you're reading.

Well, this is the end for On a Rainy Day (should've done one for snow because it's actually doing that now!), and I hope you enjoyed reading all three! ;D

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