Alright, this one's out to those who wanted to get the first story of 'Without a Trace', and if you haven't read that one, reading this one first would be better.

Throughout, I guess, there are tiny hints of different pairings (for instance - this chapter has a mention of Alvin x Simon and Alvin x Jeanette) but the main is Alvin x Brittany (prob. won't be any of the girls paired together at all - if so, that's a mistake)

Enjoy -


'So...' Alvin sighed, looking out the window of their mini-van and frowning in disappointment at the lack of excitement. They were on their way back from a small concert, a long way away from their home, and now, passing field after field, Alvin was plain bored.

How was it, he being the most that he had no clue how to entertain himself like his brothers and the Chipettes? This may have been because he'd told Dave he'd be fine (well, yelled it at him - but that's not the point) and never took anything of his, including his guitar, which he actually needed at the concert, but you know, besides that, he was puzzled.

'So...' He said slowly again. Brittany gave him a short warning look, but didn't elaborate. He smirked at her being annoyed and repeated it again.

Her short gaze turned into a glare quickly, as he'd said it facing her this time.

'What?' He asked. 'There's nothing else to say.'

Brittany let out an irritated breath and looked forward and out the window.

Alvin kept smirking, looking down and shaking his head in amusement; the girls had been living with the chipmunks for almost two months, Alvin fought with Brittany a lot, but that seemed to be dimming down, somewhat.

Simon and Jeanette, the bespectacled counterparts of the two groups were trying to figure out a Sodoku marked 'genius', Alvin saw Simon give him an irritated look at the third 'so'.

The youngest of the two groups, Eleanor and Theodore, were sitting listening to (probably) Theodore's I-pod while bopping in time to what was most likely their own music. Alvin knew Brittany was stealing glances at the Sodoku game, as she'd never really grasped how to play it.

'Are we there yet?' Alvin asked suddenly.

'Alvin!' Brittany and Simon shouted at the same time and in the same tone as each other. It was amazing how two completely different people could be so annoyed at the same person.

'Have a little fun, you two!' Alvin replied, laughing. Brittany glared at him while Simon rolled his eyes and turned back to the puzzle.

'Stop it, Alvin,' She said darkly, 'if you are the reason why we crash the car, well... then it's... your fault.' She decided.

Alvin chuckled. 'If I'm the reason why we crash this car then it will be my fault, well done, Brit,' He mocked, looking around her disappointed frown and out the window.

She sighed and lifted the button to roll the window up. Alvin finally frowned and reached over to put it back down. Brittany grabbed his arm and thrusted it away from her and the switch, putting it back up. Alvin reached over again.

'Brit!' He complained, reaching out his fingers longingly. 'I need air!'

'You have air.' She assured, focusing on her I-pod, placing the earpieces in. 'Now stop complaining.'

'Are we there yet, then?' He asked again. She didn't answer.

He scowled and reached one last time for the switch, though she'd decided to lean forward at that moment and they found their lips brushing ever-so-slightly.

Brittany gasped and pulled back as soon as possible while it took Alvin a moment before he pressed the button down and the rush of air met his face, hopefully subsiding the blush he knew had occurred.

'Um...' Brittany began uncomfortably.

'So... are we?' Alvin continued casually.

From the next row of seats, Jeanette sighed and looked up at Alvin. 'Soon, Alvin.' She told him. He smiled at the difference between herself and Simon; she was much more down-to-Earth than Simon. She gave him a simple answer while Simon would have said "If you're referring to the question you asked moments ago, I'd say we're about," and then he'd do something weird like sniff the air or gaze at the sun for a while, then produce some random number from that with lots of decimal points and probably calculations Alvin did not – or would not ever – know about.

And as rightly and accurately predicted by Jeanette, they arrived home soon afterwards, though on the way out, it happened again; somehow (Brittany being careless) Alvin found his lips pressed against Brittany's.

On their way into the house, Brittany turned sharply to him.

'If that happens again, Alvin Seville, I will have to assume you're doing it on purpose,' She promised, arching an eyebrow probably to see his reaction to the threat.

But it happened again.

Five more times.

In the next two days.

By which time, Alvin thought Brittany was, just maybe, accepting it.

Maybe.

'So... have you come to confess?' She asked Alvin as he entered the bedroom, her books spread out in front of her and her eyes wandering over the page.

'Confess what?' Alvin demanded defiantly.

'Your feelings...' She sighed in annoyance.

Look, I said maybe.

'... for Jeanette...' She finished.

Alvin was about to say something like "how'd you guess?" when it registered what exactly she'd said. The Jeanette part.

'What?' He asked incredulously. 'I don't have feelings for Jeanette!' He promised.

Brittany gave an exasperated sigh and looked up. 'It's okay, Alvin,' She tried to assure, though seemed a bit angry. 'You have my complete and utter blessing!' She threw a book on the floor in slight frustration, her breathing increasing very slightly.

'Brit, I don't, seriously,' He tried. She scowled at him.

'How come whenever she's around you always happen to "brush" my lips with yours?' She pointed out. 'Or why you're so confident with her around and you hardly put a good sentence together when we're alone, huh? Or – or why you always try to look good in front of her?'

'I try to look good in front of everyone, Brit –'

'Stop it, Alvin!' She snapped. 'She's a great girl! I just wish you'd told me!'

Alvin shook his head in disbelief as she put her head in her hands sadly. 'Brit, I do all those things around my brothers, too, you know,' He pointed out.

She looked up at him with shock and a bit of disgust in her crystal eyes.

Alvin got it, eventually. 'Oh! No, no, I don't mean it like that, I meant that it's more... I'm nervous around you.' He admitted, shrugging. 'Can you think of why?'

She shook her head and dropped her gaze to the floor. 'It won't be what I'm hoping, I know it...' She replied.

Alvin smiled softly and walked right up to her. 'Tell me what you want to hear.' He asked her slowly. She looked up with a strange concentration that only truly belonged on Simon's face.

'I want you to tell me the truth.' She clarified, keeping his gaze, this time.

Alvin shuffled uncomfortably. 'Well,' He began, 'I... I um... it's...' He sighed, leaned in and kissed her bottom lip slowly, savouring the moment as he pulled back. 'D-does that tell you anything?' He stammered out.

Her eyes were wide as she nodded. 'I think that explains it all...' She confirmed. Alvin smiled in satisfaction. She kept the dazed look on her features as he stood to leave again. 'But... Alvin, you have to be specific with me... what did that prove..?'

Alvin frowned. He'd been trying to avoid this. 'Okay, I guess I kinda like you a lot.' He got out quickly. Brittany nodded and Alvin saw a wicked smile creep over her lips.

She chuckled a bit. 'I got you to say it,' She smirked.


haha, there goes Alvin's pride ;)

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