Here we are with the final chapter. It's kinda short, but that's how I want it :P I won't say anything more, just;

Enjoy!

Alvin was restless. It had been two weeks since that rather intimate imagined session, and he was relieved of his pain for four days at a time, now.

Every day, when he saw Simon, he would blush. He would constantly laugh at anything Simon said, and he fiddled with his looks every day, hoping Simon wouldn't see him in a mess. He couldn't deny it.

He was in love.

Right now, he was in the living room. Restless, because he wanted to tell Simon today that he had fallen for him, and he couldn't find the right words to convey what he felt. Restless, because Simon might reject all these emotions. Restless, because spring was coming to an end, and intimate times would be hard to get back.

His pain was supposed to hit in something like three days, so he had plenty of time to show Simon that he meant what he felt. And he was hoping that today he could gather his courage.

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Simon was propped up on his elbow on his bed, reading a book on relationships. He didn't need to be a genius to figure out he might... maybe... kind of... he might have fallen in love with Alvin.

Over these two weeks he couldn't keep his eyes off Alvin, he couldn't stand being apart from him. So he fell for Alvin. That he couldn't disagree with, but if those feelings were real, Simon had no clue.

He sighed at the unhelpful book in his hands, closing the cover.

All he could see when he closed his eyes was Alvin; that smiling, mischievous face of his older brother. That charming grin and those brilliant blue eyes... the many times Simon had been able to touch him had been all forced, really. He was hoping, that if these emotions stayed, that he and Alvin would share a more romantic relationship.

That is, he didn't hope to keep these emotions. They weren't right. But, still. It felt good knowing Simon had someone to be with, if these emotions played out.

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Alvin was up and pacing, by now. So preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't pay any attention to Dave when he asked if everything was okay. But, it did make him more nervous: what if Simon turned him down because he thought Dave wouldn't approve? Would he accept it? If Simon was in love with Alvin the same way, he shouldn't care who knew... right?

And Theodore! He was already slow and cautious when he hugged Alvin, as if he would do something. What would he think?

Alvin sighed and shook all those thoughts out of his mind. This was about Simon and himself. It was a matter of personal feelings, so Dave and Theodore shouldn't matter. Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. Right?

Alvin put his hands in his pockets and continued pacing. His eyes were intent on nothing in particular in front of him, he was imagining what Simon might say, but it was too unpredictable to go any further than "what did you just say?"

He knew full well he would freeze and stammer in the room with Simon, as he'd been doing around him lately, careful not to say anything stupid, trying to impress him.

If anything, all Alvin wanted was to kiss Simon again, at least once more, before everything went weird, before it all ended.

These emotions were real.

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They were fake.

Simon kept telling himself that. There was no point trying to tell Alvin anything, because these emotions were a phase that would end with spring, never thought of, just like he'd said all along.

There was no way he could be really attracted to Alvin - he was his brother, I mean, how many times had Simon seen how much people looked down on that type of relationship, let alone that Alvin was a guy and his brother. Incest and gay. There was no way these emotions could possibly be real.

Simon sat up and put his book down. He tried figuring out if Alvin felt like this, too, but he was always so picky with himself to notice what Alvin was doing. That might have been helpful now. But, there was no time now, really. Spring was almost over, what good would telling Alvin be now?

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Alvin started towards Simon's room, knowing that it was now or never, he climbed the stairs, biting his lip and thinking hard: How was he supposed to start this? How would it finish?

He supposed he would do whatever it took to be with Simon, and smiled at that thought. He must truly be in love.

And he love that feeling. Simon's presence made him feel secure, safe and bubbly; he didn't think he wanted to loose how good that felt, and if this love he felt was fake, he knew he'd surely fall for Simon again anyway, so he could feel like this again. He felt like everything was perfect as long as he held all of this in his heart.

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Simon looked over at one of the calendars on his wall and froze. His eyes went wide and he stood, walking over to it, disbelief showing in his grey eyes as he checked the day over and over.

'No... no, it... don't let it be Saturday...' he groaned, pleading with the hanging paper. He looked around, picked up Alvin's i-Pod, the closest thing, and checked the date. 'Saturday...' he read, shaking his head. 'How has that gone so quickly..?'

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Alvin stopped about two meters from their bedroom door. He thought wildly back over this idea. Was it such a great one?

I need to prove that these emotions aren't fake... he thought, then smiled. 'They feel too good.' He convinced himself, and took a step forward.

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Simon felt an odd sensation building up. He closed his eyes as waves and waves of lust hit him. He shook his head as all he could see was he and Alvin... "love..?" Alvin's perfect blue eyes sparked... "You want us to be... a... a couple?"... "I have to go further?"... "full permission..." ... "You like that..?" ... It's a crush, a spring-fever crush. It'll all end with spring... never thought of again... "it'll end with spring... I promise... you don't have to worry..."

What does the end of spring feel like..?

This...

Today is the last day of spring.

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Alvin suddenly collapsed, hit with his Pain so bad he couldn't even yell. He held onto his stomach as he'd done so many times previous this spring, and a wave of reversed images washed through his mind.

Everything they had done, all the intimate actions, everything was reversed until all Alvin saw was Simon.

With those captivating... amazing... stormy... clear... pale grey eyes... and his strong... smart... know-it-all voice and that... nickname... What was it, now? "Si". Right. Why did I ever call him that? The way he walks, the way he holds himself... like he's ready for... an-anything..? Like he's stubborn. Yeah. That seems about right.

Alvin looked down at the wooden floor of the hallway and blinked. Everything was gone.

Why am I on the floor again..?

Simon stumbled onto his bed. He knew in his heart spring was over, everything was over... so... why did he still feel like... why was Alvin all he could see? Why was he even thinking about Alvin? Why was he... obsessed with him... still? He refused to believe it.

Just then the door opened, and Alvin entered. Simon stood immediately, and his heart started racing. It was different, though. It wasn't lust, or anything of the sort; it was a blooming crush.

'Uh, hi.' Alvin said coolly, grabbed his i-Pod and left the room.

Simon confusedly eyed the spot where Alvin left. That tone in his older brothers voice seemed familiar... like... long ago, he might have sounded like that. Simon felt it made him even more nervous around Alvin; he would have to get used to that tone, he supposed, now that he was sure he wanted he and Alvin to be a couple.

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Alvin looked down at his i-Pod and moved the "lock" switch, but it was already unlocked. He gave it an incredulous look and glared.

'Simon! What were you doing with my i-Pod?' He demanded.

Simon peeked out from their room. 'I just checked the t-time...' Simon replied, getting nervous. Alvin shook his head irritably at him.

'You'll waste the battery!' He protested.

'Um... sorry, Al.' Simon said slowly.

Alvin's eyes went wide. What did he just call me? "Al"? What the hell? It... it sounds familiar... from... spring, or something. Alvin remembered some of the things he had to go through during spring. He felt his face heat up and knew he could never look anyone in the eye again.

He and Simon had... kissed. They'd... touched like... like... that, and... Alvin had let him, and... And I developed some sort of spring-fever school-girl crush – gross! On Simon!

Alvin cringed a little and kept walking downstairs. He'd only come up for his i-Pod, anyway.

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Simon slumped on his blue bed, almost depressed with how Alvin was acting. It was like spring never happened, like they'd never shared any moments...

Simon was right: every emotion was fake.

For Alvin, anyway.

Huh. So, there's all the hopes gone. Strange, how the tables turned... Simon was convinced his own emotions were fake, and Alvin was convinced they were real...

The second one will hit FanFiction soon, so be on the lookout :D

Hope you enjoyed the journey, and what will happen next?