So, this is kinda "I want to get this out of my head" thing, and a lot of people want this, so here it is! By the way, I have NO idea where this is going to go…. Enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: Once again, I own Samantha Seville and that's it! *Tear*

"I can't believe I did that!" Alvin said, throwing his hands into the air and pacing back and forth.

"I throw my hands up in the air sometimes," Sam sarcastically sang/muttered, not looking up from her book. "Saying ah-oh, Simon told you so!"

Alvin glared at his sister, and went back to pacing. "It was so rash! So sudden! I'm going to die!" He flopped down dramatically down onto the couch, accidentally kicking Sam.

"Hey!" she cried, springing into the air. She examined the footprint on her white sweater. "You're going to be the one washing this! Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of white!" She smoothed down her white sweater and black skirt and left.

Alvin continued like she had never spoken. "My whole career! Ruined! And it's her fault! If she hadn't broken up with me because of that one fight we had over who was the better singer, I would still have my amazing singing career!"

"So that's what you were fighting about," Simon said, entering the room, looking for the source of the noise. "Seems pretty stupid to me."

"Stupid?" Alvin sprang from the couch. "Stupid? How can you call an important thing stupid? It's very important! Why, the fate of the world rests on who's a better singer!"

Simon raised an eyebrow. "Oh really. Well, I'm glad to know that I was proven right that you would regret singing that song." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" Alvin said, springing in front of his brother. "How did you know that I was going to regret it?"

"Because," Simon said, stepping around his brother. "You're you."

Yes? No? Maybe so? :