Summary: Alvin and Brittany only wish for each other to know how it'll be like filling each other's role for an entire two weeks. Will they get their wish?

The Ultimate Switch

Chapter 1

The strong aroma of salty body fluid unwelcomingly filled the nostrils of the students who attended P.E that early Friday morning. Of the students, an auburn-haired, blue-eyed Miss Touch-Me-Not sat along the gymnasium wall as the rest of the students participated in a competitive game of basketball. Earlier in the class, Miss Touch-Me-Not, aka Brittany Miller, had successfully faked an aching shoulder blade and asked her P.E teacher if it would be acceptable to sit out. To Brittany's luck, the skeptical teacher allowed it, and there she sat on the sidelines with other occupants who claimed to have injured a body part. A close friend of hers, Ryan McCue, had falsified a sore thigh muscle and periodically stroked it to make her false injury more realistic.

"Your shoulder blade again?" the blonde Ryan asked Brittany with a crafty wink.

Brittany giggled as she massaged her back. "Yeah, this darn shoulder blade of mine! Hopefully, it'll stop aching soon!" she replied sarcastically.

The two friends giggled to their heart's content and watched on as the basketball game stretched on.

"Wow," Ryan moaned satisfyingly. "I love sitting out. Watching guys playing basketball is the most amazing thing!"

"It can be entertaining," Brittany had to agree as she watched one player in particular who seemed to be dominating the whole court. She scoffed, seeing who the dominator was. "There goes Alvin again!" she whispered under her breath to Ryan. "He is such a showoff!"

Ryan smirked. "I think you two would totally hit it off!" she exclaimed as she playful shoved Brittany forward. "I think you guys would be a cute couple!"

Brittany shivered at the mere thought and gave off a gag. "You're joking, right?"

"No jokes here!"

Yes, indeed, Brittany found that she had somewhat of a crush on the blue-eyed boy, but of course she couldn't tell her dearest friend about it, so she continued to dismiss that they would be a cute high school couple.

"Get real, Ryan! Me and Alvin will never be anything above acquaintances!"

"Acquaintances?" Ryan repeated with an arched eyebrow. "I hope you're kidding, because you guys talk all the time! I would say you two are friends!"

"But when we're talking, it usually ends in fighting or something like that!" Brittany retorted. "Face it, Ry! There's nothing between me and Alvin, and sorry to say, but there never will be!"

Ryan sighed, meekly shrugged her shoulders and continued to watch the game. "If you insist."

"I do insist…"

What the hell was Brittany denying? Even though she and Alvin shared their ups and downs, she couldn't help but to fall head-over-heals for the teenager. She well-regarded his hefty laugh, she adored his smile, she admired his jokes, and she practically loved his entire demeanor. It was then that the first half of the basketball game ended, the sweat on each individual's forehead glistening in the gymnasium's light. Alvin, along with one of his close friends, Prescott McIntire, jogged their way over to the girls, taking a heavy seat next to them.

"I see you guys decided to sit this one out… again!" Alvin was the first to say as he lifted the end of his shirt to his face to wipe the running sweat from his eyes.

It was safe to say Brittany got a quick peak at his tone belly. She slightly smiled and quickly directed her attention back to Alvin's eyes just as he settled the shirt back at his waist.

"You know I hate getting sweaty!" she shot back as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "It messes up my make-up in the morning!"

"Lame!" he exclaimed as he and Prescott exchanged a high-five.

"You girls need to grow some, you know!" Prescott felt the need to say as he wrapped a sweaty arm around Ryan and Brittany, his sweaty armpits giving off a not-so-pleasing scent. "Suck it up a repair that garbage on your face after class is over!"

"Grow some?" Ryan exclaimed. "I hate basketball! I'm a tennis girl!"

"And I'm more of a dancing girl!" Brittany piped in.

Alvin, who had a look of confusion plastered on his face, couldn't help but to wonder why make-up was such an important aspect in a girl's life. "Who cares about make-up anyway?" he couldn't help but to say as he shrugged his shoulders. "All it does it make you girls look like a bunch of clowns!"

"Scary clowns!" Prescott threw in.

Brittany and Ryan wrinkled their noses and exchanged hurtful glances. "For your information, we don't look like clowns!" Ryan snapped as she pointed a strong finger in Prescott's face. "A little eye-liner and foundation never hurt!"

Brittany rolled her eyes and stood to her feet, tying her hair in a ponytail. "Don't waste your breath Ry," she spoke softly. "They'll never understand…"

"Wait!" Alvin called as he too, stood to his feet. "I was just saying-"

"Saying what?"

With wide eyes, Alvin could feel the spotlight hit him hard. So with that, he cleared his throat and started with, "I'm saying you look beautiful without it!"

Within her chest, her heart rate increased and she could feel her face turning a bright red as she stood dumbfounded before Alvin, who smiled contently. From behind, Ryan gave her friend thumbs up, a sly smile plastered across her face. It wasn't like Alvin said these types of things on a daily basis, but when he did, Brittany couldn't help but to blush like a blooming rose, her pedals spreading out wide for the entire world to see.

"It's crazy how you girls wear make-up constantly!" the hazel-eyed Prescott gave his opinion on the matter. "It's not like going natural would kill you guys for a day!"

Just as the finally word was let out, the students' P.E teacher sounded his whistle, indicating that class was almost over, so with that, the students made their way to their designated P.E locker rooms.

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"Wow…" Brittany mumbled under her breath as she struggled to put in her correct locker combination, still pretty dazed from Alvin's words. "Was it me, Ryan… or did Alvin say-"

"Oh Brittany, he most definitely said it!" she quickly replied as she slipped off her P.E. uniform. "I think I'm as shocked as you are!"

Brittany continued her blushing as she too began to pull of her black shorts and blue shirt. "But I can't believe they said we look like clowns with it on!" she exclaimed as she gazed into her locker mirror, rubbing off a smudge of her eyeliner that ran down her cheek. "Do we look like clowns, Ryan?"

Ryan shrugged and slipped on her dark blue jeans. "We don't. They just don't understand why we would put on the make-up, and they'll never understand unless we tell them, but that'll be plain silly if we told!"

Brittany brushed her bang in front of her blue eyes and sighed sorrowfully. "But if we don't have on the make-up or straighten our hair, or do all the other girly stuff to ourselves, they would never notice we existed in a million years!"

"So what do they want from us?" Ryan asked suddenly. "Make-up or no make-up?

"Hell if I know!" Brittany replied bluntly. "Boys… they're so confusing…"