HAPPY NEW YEARS! :D!

And yeah, this is the last chapter…

It's also the longest though, so yay! xD

It was blank.

Brittany stared at the last page of the diary, then flipped to the one before it.

Also blank.

She ended up going back nearly twenty pages before finding some legit entries. The latest one was dated a week ago, and all it talked about was how bored she was during math class and how much she just wanted to leave.

"We should really be able to take sick days, or vacation days," Alvin-in-Brittany's-body read in his head, "because I really just don't want to go to school sometimes. Geez, and Alvin looks seriously into this lesson." Brittany shoved her head further into the pages at the mention of his name. "I think he's taking notes…? Oh, he just scribbled something out. Nah, he's not working. God, he can never do anything right."

"Can so," she whispered softly.

"He's just so oblivious! Especially when it comes to girls. Especially. With emphasis on the ALL."

Alvin just wanted to yell in Brittany's face. He could, of course, if he walked up to the mirror. But he was hooked, and had to finish the entry.

"I was dropping hints all of yesterday and all of today! But what did that get me? Nothing. Not. A. Thing. I swear, his head is so thick, you could throw a book at it and he wouldn't feel a thing. I think I might go home and re-do my nails, 'cause the paint is…."

There was a paragraph more, but she stopped reading. She slowly lifted her hand to the back of her headand felt for the bump where she had been painlessly affected…by a book. I'm not that thick-headed, she thought. Am I? And what did she mean by "dropping hints"? Hints at what? And I am so not oblivious when it comes to girls, in fact—

She suddenly stood. Eleanor's voice wafted through her memory.

"Hey, how was your trip to Alvin's."

She quietly added to herself, "…and all the winking…and the 'hints'…and the girls…."

She smacked her forehead when a conclusion struck her. "Sweet nipples of Poseidon*," she whispered and sat back down on the bed to take it all in.

After a while, she reached back over for the diary, and, once again, opened to the last page.

o-0-o-0-o

Alvin shoved the rest of the crud underneath the bed, which was already half-filled with random slop, and called Dave in to inspect.

He nodded in approval. "I'm impressed," he admitted, a little suspicious. "A little too impressed…."

"Ok, that's great Dave, but I really need to call Brittany, like, right now!"

"Brittany? But why wou—"

"Like, now please!"

"Um, alright, if you really need to—"

"ThanksDaveyourockbye!" Alvin sped out of the room and down the stairs.

Dave was baffled. "Did…I…miss something?" he wondered aloud to himself.

Alvin found the landline phone and dialed Brittany's number. As it rang, he mumbled aloud: "Come on…come on…pick up…." He glanced at the clock. "It's been, like, almost one and a half hours…that's plenty of time to..." As it dawned on Alvin what could be done in that window of time, his face grew more and more horrified "… trash my room, prank call everyone in my contacts, cut up my clothes—"

"Hello?"

"Ellie!" Alvin said happily, thankful someone picked up, then went straight to business. "I need to talk to Brittany."

"Is this Alvin?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, sure, hang on."

Alvin suddenly felt the urge to use the bathroom, but there was no way that was happening. Plus, the moment right now was too urgent. The Brittany inside just forced him to hold it, something she was really good at doing because of school. The girl's bathrooms were absolutely atrocious, so she always held it until she got home. Or to P.E. class, just to kill time.

"Hello?"

"Alvin!" Alvin yelled through the receiver, then realized he was being really loud and tried to save himself. "—is my name and you are Brittany!"

"Dude, I hope you haven't been doing that all day, 'cause I've got a rep to protect, you know."

"You listen to me, dude," Alvin spat, "I haven't been endangering your precious reputation, because I've been trapped in the stupid house doing your stupid chores!"

Brittany laughed on the other end of the line. "Oh yeah! That's awesome! I owe you one!" She laughed some more.

Alvin's mind wandered to the scrap of paper he ripped out while cleaning, but pushed the thought away. "Yeah, you totally do. Anyway, get your butt over here. Simon is going to change us back. Right. Now."

"But I've always wanted to be a girl!" Brittany whined sarcastically. "And you only gave me an hour! You can't do anything amazing in an hour! It's like…nothing!"

Alvin was annoyed. All those times she had said yes to being asked to be a boy for a day were regretted. "Seriously, though. Come over. I'll meet you in the basement." He hung up.

o-0-o-0-o

Brittany pressed the END button on the phone and was about to walk out of the room when she saw Eleanor and Jeanette by the door.

"Holy—oh my God, you guys, you scared the poop outta me," she said, clutching her heart.

Eleanor laughed casually. "Don't worry, Britt," she said, "I was just curious—what did Alvin say?"

Brittany swore a million curses inside her head. "He said…he…wants…me to go over…again." She twirled her hair in its ponytail and smiled a cutesy smile. She's buying it, Brittany thought. I think I'm getting a little too good at this.

Jeanette spoke up. "Brittany, you're acting weird."

OK, so maybe she's not buying it.

"What do you mean?" Brittany mused, over-selling it. She tried to lean her hand on a chair but missed and stumbled a few steps.

"You know what I mean," Jeanette pressed, walking towards her. Soon they were literally eye to eye as she scrutinized her. "You were ecstatic about going over to Alvin's to tell him about your grade a couple of hours ago. You told us beforehand to ask you how it went. So, Brittany. How did it go?" Her eyes narrowed.

Brittany was sweating. Jeanette was so intimidating when she got into Ace-Detective mode. She had to get out of there.

So she ran.

"Wait!" Eleanor and Jeanette chorused as Brittany tore down the stairs. She was nearly out the front door before they had decided whether or not to follow her.

o-0-o-0-o

Alvin opened the basement door and walked down the steps. Simon was present, crouched over papers on his desk and in the process of writing with his invention nearby. Theodore was passed out on the ground with two bowls of noodles by his stomach.

"I'm baaack," Alvin announced.

Simon looked up. "Oh, good!" he said. "I've been evaluating the variables and possible symptoms that this whole body-changing-thing can cause, and it turns out, if not reversed within approximately 8.24 hours, your brain can actually manipulate the person-specific molecules into ones usable for your current body!"

Alvin stared.

Simon sighed. "It basically means that you could turn into Alvin."

He gasped. "That's HORRIBLE!"

"I know! I'm definitely not going to use it on the teacher anymore," he added to himself. "I'd rather take a B than turn into Mrs. King…."

"Well, I called Alvin and he's coming back over with...um…me so we can change back." There was a pause. "You can changes us back, right?"

"Of course!" Simon smiled. "I am a responsible figure, after all." There was a small silence, then he added, "Thanks for being one of my test subjects, Britt. You know, even though you had no choice. It really did help."

Alvin smiled. "No prob," he said. Even though he believed it to be a big prob. He looked around. "And what happened to Theodore?"

Simon shrugged. "He said all the commotion was making him hungry." He looked over. "Seems like a carb-coma to me."

Alvin walked over and lightly ruffled Theodore's hair. "I feel yo' pain, buddy," he whispered. That's when he realized that at any second, Alvin would be returning. She would have to go back to having the life of a pressured, insecure, drama-induced girl who "had" to watch her weight, care about her appearance, care about what other people thought of her—

Brittany burst through the door, closed it with a slam and locked it.

"They're…after…me!" she panted as she made her way down the steps.

Alvin walked up to her. "I hope you didn't run from my house to here in those shoes! You're wearing out the heels!"

Brittany stuck her tongue out at him.

"And who's following you?"

"Eleanor and Jeanette!" Brittany cried. "…Well, actually, I'm not sure if they followed me. I was too busy running."

"What did you do? !"

"Whaddya mean, 'what did I do'? !"

"You're always screwing things up!"

Brittany flinched a little and said in a softer tone, "Am not…!"

Theodore stayed asleep the entire time.

"You guys!" Simon said over their semi-shouting voices. "Do you want to switch back or n—"

"YES!" they yelled.

"Okay. Then shut up." He went over to the desk where he had been calculating outcomes and grabbed the goggles. "Now scoot together," he ordered while putting them on.

They moved together as close as possible without touching, glaring at each other.

"Here it comes…!" Simon warned and looked straight at them. The goggles warmed up, making a small ringing noise inaudible to anyone over forty. Alvin clenched his fists and Brittany closed her eyes, both of them bracing themselves. The purple beams still came as a shock to them despite their attempted preparation; Alvin let out a brief, surprised scream and Brittany gave a small shout. They both fell to the ground.

Ten seconds later, Simon removed the goggles and went over to help them to their feet. Theodore lifted his head groggily.

"Whuuuuu…?"

"Theo!" Simon called. "Come over here and gimme a hand!"

Theodore lifted himself to his feet, hobbled over, and picked Brittany up. "What happened…?" he asked. Then he gasped. "Did they change back? ! Are they normal?"

"Oh my God!" Brittany yelled, clutching the back of her head with one hand.

Alvin was about to stand, then called out, "Holy—!" and sat down with his legs crossed.

"What did you do? !" they both accused simultaneously.

"Did all you do while I was gone was drink water? !" Alvin said. "I'm gonna pee my pants…!"

"Holding it in is talent," she explained, as if it were obvious. "I refuse to go at school, so I go when I get home. Did you purposely bang my head against the wall? I feel like I have a tumor!" Brittany retorted and moved her other hand to hold it as well. "Ow…,"

Alvin managed to move onto his knees and make eye contact with her. "Well, maybe my head is just so thick that I hit it on a book." He leaned a little closer. "And I didn't feel a thing."

Brittany's eyes were narrowed as he said this, then widened when he finished. "You read my diary," she murmured. Then, louder, "I don't believe—!"

She was cut off by Dave who knocked on the door. "Hey, fellas? I've got Eleanor and Jeanette at the front door looking for Brittany!"

"I knew it!" Alvin said, pointing a finger at Brittany. "They did follow me!"

Brittany wanted to pound Alvin so bad—I mean, how could he do that, read her diary!—but Simon began to usher her away.

"Sorry, Brittany, but I can't let you kill Alvin here." He led her to the basement door and unlocked it. "You'd get blood on all my experiments." She smiled a little and let one hand away from her head to open the door.

"I will get him though," she promised as she closed the door behind her.

"God…that girl…," Alvin sighed and he fell on his back on to the ground, forgetting that he had to pee. As he did, a small piece of paper flitted out of his pocket onto the ground beside him. What the…, he thought and picked it up, examining it. On one side it was blank, but on the other….

What was this doing on my pocket? ! he wondered. I think I drew this maybe a week ago.

Then he realized.

o-0-o-0-o

"…and then I gave him the rest of my math notes to copy," Brittany lied smoothly. "Because…well, you know," she finished and laughed a bubbly laugh.

Eleanor and Jeanette giggled too. "You could have just told us that!" Eleanor said.

"I just thought you'd think I was a nerd for actually doing my homework," she continued to lie.

"We would never!" Jeanette chirped and they hugged.

"Girls!" Mrs. Miller called from downstairs. "I'mma going to run to the suuupermarket! Does anyone neeed anything?"

"Coming!" they all shouted downstairs.

"I've got to get more Styrofoam for my solar system project," Jeanette realized and ran out of the room.

"Yeah, and I need new running shoes for P.E.," Eleanor added and walked to the doorframe. Once there, she looked back at Brittany and said, "Don't you need a new diary?"

Brittany froze. Her diary. "Uhm…," Brittany stammered, trying to imagine things Alvin could have done to make Eleanor think that. "Why would I need a new one?"

"Well, when I came in to give you the phone earlier, I saw you writing on the last page."

"Brittany! Eleanor! Are you coooming?" Mrs. Miller yelled.

"I am, Mrs. Miller!" Eleanor hollered.

"Oh, um…you guys can go on without me," Brittany said, waving her off. "I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself." And she was gone.

Brittany waited until she heard the car drive down the street to make sure she was completely alone. It was the most excruciating two and a half minutes of her life.

When she heard the engine disappear, she jumped up from her bed and hastily scanned the room for her journal. She found it blending in as one of the books on the bookshelf.

She said she saw "me" writing on the very last page, Brittany thought and opened it there.

It was almost completely blank, except for a tiny doodle in the bottom left hand corner.

It was a heart.

And in the center of that heart was her and Alvin's unmistakable initials.

*That's like my friend's catchphrase, and she gave me 2 bux to put that in there for her /)^3^(\ lol

ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER ENDING! Except this is the last ending. I don't really want to finalize their fate; I want to leave some of it for you to decide. Do they get together? Do they pretend it never happened? ITS UP. TO. YOU.

I hope you totally loved it, and I hope you have a FUNTASTICAL NEW YEAR :D

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