I don't own Alvin and the Chipmunks or any part of them. I only own this story. I'm a sick fag-loving furry blah blah blah. I know this, you don't need to send me this in a message. KTHNXBAI

Anyway, this story is Alvin /x/ Simon, in case you didn't know and find it disturbing and want to leave. No, they're not 10 or anything weird. Alvin is 17 and Simon is 16 (Alvin's the oldest but Simon is so much taller...it's weird). Anyway, enjoy the story and forgive any errors or typos.

Simon looked at the smiling girl staring up at him.

"Yes, I'm that Simon Seville." he muttered. "As if there's more than one anthropomorphic singing chipmunk named Simon Seville" he thought. The girls smile widened and she dropped her book bag to the ground and began digging in it. She pulled out a notebook and a pen.

"C-can I have your autograph?" She asked, smiling nervously at him. Simon looked at the paper and pen she had thrust in front of him and nodded, returning her nervous smile.

He quickly scribbled "Love, Simon" on the notebook and handed it back to the girl. She squealed and pressed it against her chest in a tight hug.

"Thank you so much!" she said. Simon ran a nervous hand through his sandy brown hair and nodded.

"No problem.." He said. She squealed again and giggled.

"Me and my best friend went to your last three concerts! We had to stay up all night to get tickets to them!" She said, still clutching her notebook. Simon smiled uneasily and nodded.

"Thanks. We appreciate everything you guys do to keep us going." He said.

She smiled wider at him and lowered her head, gazing at him from under her lashes.

"You changed your glasses from the ones you were wearing at the last concert." She said, pointing to Simon's square black framed glasses.

"Oh, well...the other ones went with the costume. These are my actual glasses." He said, pulling them off and wiping the lenses on his blue sweatshirt. He blew on them and re-wiped them, holding them out to inspect them.

Suddenly the girl snatched the glasses out of Simon's hands and ran off. Simon stared, dumbfounded, with his arm still outstretched.

"...Not again..." He sighed, lowering his arm. He'd been used to having fans, they had had them since they were 10 after all, but it seemed like the older they got, the crazier the fans got. When they were younger the fans seemed to want nothing more than autographs and pictures. However, as they got older they seemed to get more...rabid? When Alvin had turned 16 a girl snuck into his dressing room and tried to rob him of his virginity, of all things. Alvin screamed, and the girl managed to get away; with Alvin's hat of course. Since then, he's never bothered to wear a hat. Simon squinted his eyes trying to make out shapes.

"Maybe I shouldn't bother wearing glasses..." Simon mused out loud.

"You can't see with contacts in, remember?" A voice behind him said. Simon spun around and saw a blur of red.

"Alvin?" Simon questioned, squinting.

"Nope, I'm a rabid fangirl dressed as Alvin here to steal your pants, you big stud you!" Alvin said, throwing his arms out in a hugging gesture. Simon stepped back a few places, a terrified look on his face.

"Calm down Si, it is me." Alvin said, lowering his arms and rolling his eyes. Simon's ears perked up and he calmed a little.

"You wouldn't believe the day I've had..." Simon moaned. Alvin threw and arm around his brothers shoulder and smiled sympathetically.

"C'mon, I'll lead you home." He said. Simon nodded smiling.

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The two boys walked through the back door and saw Theodore sitting in the kitchen eating a sandwich.

"What happened to Simon? Where's his glasses?" Theodore asked, getting up from the table and walking over to the two boys.

"Some crazy broad ran off with them." Alvin answered simply. "Where's Dave?" He asked, helping Simon sit at the table. Theodore put a glass of milk and a sandwich in front of Simon; food helps everything.

"He's gone off to meet with Andy about our upcoming show." Theo said. Simon picked up the sandwich and bit into it sighing.

"What am I going to do about school tomorrow? I can't do any work if I can't see." He said. Alvin smiled.

"I wish I were that unfortunate." He said. Simon shot him a sarcastic smile and bit back into his sandwich.

"Thanks for the sandwich T." Simon said. "I didn't get a chance to eat lunch today because I was writing a chemistry paper."

"I thought you stayed up last night to write that paper?" Alvin said. Theodore plopped down in front of Simon to finish his sandwich and nodded.

"Well...I-" Simon said blushing.

Alvin yanked the chair beside Simon out and spun it around sitting backwards in it.

"What does 'Well I-' mean?!" Alvin said, a smile on his face. Theodore leaned closer, his ears pricking up.

"It means...the papers not mine..I'm doing it for a..friend." Simon finished, quickly stuffing more sandwich in his mouth.

"A friend?" Alvin replied, a smirk spreading on his face. "So, what does she look like?"

Simon's blush got wider. "I never said it was a 'she'" he said, taking a sip of milk. Alvin's smile wavered a bit.

"Why else would you skip lunch to do someone else's paper?! At least tell me she's hot!" Alvin said, throwing his hands up in the air. Simon turned crimson and dropped his head, embarrassed.

"it'snotagirlit'saguy" he muttered. Alvin leaned closer to Simon.

"You'll have to repeat that, I don't speak mumble." Alvin said, grimacing.

"I said, it's not a girl, it's a guy." Simon said, then quickly took another sip from his glass. Alvin jumped backwards.

"YOU'RE GAY?!" He yelled. Theodore got covered in the milk Simon spit out in surprise. Simon coughed and sputtered, almost falling out of his chair.

"I AM NOT GAY!!" He said, jumping out of his chair and glaring at Alvin. Alvin stood up, and glared back up at Simon. Even though Alvin was older, he still barely came to Simon's shoulders.

"You just said it was a guy!!" He said. Simon rolled his eyes.

"That doesn't make me gay Alvin! Neither does writing a paper for him! He needed help on it so I volunteered my services!" Simon shot back.

Alvin leaned back and lowered his eyes, giving Simon a suspicious glare.

"What's his name?" He said defensively. Simon threw his hands up and rolled his eyes.

"I'm going upstairs to my room! Knock on my door and let me know when you've stopped being an insane little weirdo, okay?" Simon yelled. He turned and left the kitchen, storming up the stairs. Alvin glared after him.

"FINE! DON'T TELL ME!" He roared after Simon. Alvin spun on his heel and headed back out the door, slamming it as loud as he could. Upstairs, Theodore heard Simon's door slam twice as loud.

"...I'll just clean up.." Theodore muttered. Still covered in milk he grabbed the dirty dishes off the table and walked them over to the sink.

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Alvin banged angrily on the door of the Miller house. The door swung open and Brittany glared angrily at him from the other side.

"What do you want already?! Can't you give a girl some time to answer the door?" She yelled. Alvin glared hard at her and grimaced.

"So," she said, tossing her ponytail off her shoulder and smiling slightly, "What can I do for you?" She asked as she slowly looked him over.

Alvin was tall and thin. Because he played so many sports he had muscles, they just weren't well defined. He had gotten his ears pierced and had died his hair dirty blond and the underside black. The top was spiked in his usual fo-hawk style. Brittany'ssmile widened. Alvin rolled his eyes.

"Keep dreaming babe." he muttered. Brittany's shoulders stiffened and she glared at him. "I'm here to talk to Janette. Where is she?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Janette?!" Brittany said, her eyes widening. "What do you want with her?!" She asked, pursing her lips and glaring dangerously at Alvin.

"Relax, I just wanna talk to her about Simon." He said, throwing his hands up defensively. Brittany's posture relaxed a little and she stepped inside the house.

"She's probably in her room reading or something. C'mon in." She added after Alvin had already put one foot through the door. "So what's wrong with Simon?" She asked walking close behind Alvin.

Alvin blushed and shrugged. "I just don't think he's feeling good and I wanna know if she knows anything about what might be wrong." He said. Brittany yawned and stopped following Alvin.

"Well have fun with that." She said. She turned and headed toward the living room, making sure to sway her hips as she walked. Alvin watched her walk and blushed slightly. He climbed the stairs towards the stairs and stopped at a purple and blue door with the name "Janie" painted on it. He hesitated, then knocked softly, not wanting to make too much noise in case Ellie was in her room. In a few seconds, Janette opened the door giving Alvin a confused look.

"Alvin? What's wrong?" She asked. Alvin put his finger over his mouth and shushed her, pushing her back inside her bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him, glancing around suspiciously. Janette sat in her computer chair nervously, tugging her skirt down and doing her best to hide her legs. Alvin stared at her and frowned.

"That's flattering Janie, but I'm not here for you." He said, running a hand through his hair and sitting down on her bed. She scowled at him continued to hold her skirt down over her knees. "I need you to do me...well, sort of a favor." Alvin said. He looked up at Janette and gave her a pleading smile. Janette rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Alright...what is it?" She asked.

"Glad you asked!" Alvin said, sitting up indian style and leaning back on the bed. Janette shot him a suspicious look before Alvin went through the details of his plan.

There you have it, CHAPTER 1 end. I hoped you liked it, and I hope I kept them even a little in character. If not, sorry, I hope you still enjoyed it. Review if you don't mind, and let me know how I'm doing so far. Thanks in advance! CHAPTER 2 will be up soon!

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