Alvin was more relaxed about it this time around; maybe a little bit excited too. He figured it was just nerves that made her pull away so easily, which was pretty understandable, he was nervous about kissing her the first time too. Alvin had hoped things would be different the second time; their amazing acting skills wouldn’t mean anything if their kiss scenes held no fire.
He re-read his lines, a bit quicker than the first time. The red capped chipmunk pressed his lips to hers again, and grew slightly irritated when Brittany pulled away just as quickly as the first time she had. Alvin stared quizzically at his counterpart, brows furrowed and lips pursed just a tad.
“What… the hell was that?” he finally snapped. “You’re not even kissing me, it’s more like pecking! You’re not a chicken, Brittany, and I know you’re a better actress than that, so can you please work with me?” Alvin asked, his tone austere.
Brittany was ready to move on and forget about the kissing scene. She’d worry about it more later; the constant flips her stomach was doing were really annoying and she didn’t want to deal with how much the situation was making her head hurt. But apparently that was asking for too much.
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, anger flashing in her icy blue eyes. Kissing Alvin was hard enough, she didn’t need to be told that she wasn’t doing a very good job at it with her nerves already worked up. “I am working with you. I just kissed you two times!” she continued, her hands balled into fists at her sides as her voice rose.
She wasn’t sure why she was getting so angry, but she did know what she needed to do next. Without putting much thought into it, she grabbed Alvin’s face in her hands and crashed her lips onto his. All of a sudden she wasn’t so nervous anymore. She made sure she put her all into the kiss before she pulled away (albeit rather reluctantly) this time. “There, happy?” she smirked proudly. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure why she’d been so nervous before. The kiss definitely didn’t mean anything, after all.
“Exactly! For the sake of the play, heh.” he repeated, trying not to seem so flustered and play it cool. Alvin Seville wasn’t supposed to feel this nervous about kissing a girl. Even if that said girl happened to be his best friend. There was certainly nothing too bad about that, she was attractive and her lips looked soft, and kissable. Wait, didn’t he know that? There had been previous plays… no, none where he had to kiss her since most of their parts weren’t love interests or they weren’t suited for those parts.
He shook his head from his thoughts and shot her a smile of reassurance all while swallowing back a lump in his throat.
“Alright, let’s just do this.” he said, and started off on his lines; reading them off with ease. Alvin played a good Romeo, even if he hadn’t liked the story, he had to give it some kind of credit for his chance at kissing Brittany Miller. When it came down to actual part where they were to kiss, Alvin was completely reading, shoving away any nervous feeling as he leaned forward to press his lips to her. However, he didn’t expect it to end that quickly. Confused, he furrowed a brow at her questionably. “Um…,” he chuckled softly, “Let’s, uh, try that again, shall we?”
Brittany wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong with her. For some reason she liked the idea of kissing Alvin. She liked that idea a lot more than she should have, considering Alvin was supposed to just strictly be her best friend and it wasn’t even a real kiss. It was just for a play, that was all. It wasn’t anything real. So why was she getting so nervous? That was a foreign feeling for her. She didn’t like it.
A frown settled across her features whenever he asked to do it again. So much for getting that done and over with. “Um, okay.” she shrugged. She read her lines aloud again, waiting for the right time to come. And when it did, she did the exact same thing she’d done before— hurriedly pressed her lips to his before quickly pulling away.
The thing was, there was no way she was going to chance Alvin finding out that she actually didn’t mind the idea of kissing him all that much. And if she was being honest with herself, she was afraid that if she actually did try to put effort into kissing him, she wouldn’t want to stop. She’d much rather seem like she wasn’t into it than anything else.
Alvin laughed in response, “Okay, maybe you’re right… but I still pay more attention than you.” he retaliated once more before moving on.
“It’s so fucking stupid and I don’t get it, they’re idiots and that’s why they deserved to die.” he stated with a shrug of his shoulders and a tiny chuckle. “I personally wished more people had voted for Sweeney Todd instead of this bullshit.” Alvin sighed, but figured that this couldn’t have been the worst. He scanned over the lines again, still not noticing the kissing scene until Brittany had brought it up. This caused the chipmunk to choke on thin air before shaking his head and composing himself.
“Wait, huh? What do you mean? There’s not a kiss in this scene.” he knitted his brows in confusion before carefully reading over the lines this time, proving himself wrong. “Oh— ah, um…,” he let a nervous laugh of sorts before rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s better to, uh, practice it. For the sake of the play! It’s not like I want to kiss you or anything, I just, uh, yeah it’s… yeah. Practice makes perfect?” Alvin smiled wryly, he sure played that one off smoothly.
The sudden nervousness that Brittany felt was enough to make her forget about how annoyed she’d been getting by Alvin’s comments. She’d been ready to flat out yell at him about how Romeo and Juliet was much better than something so stupid as Sweeney Todd, but now she didn’t even really care about that at the moment.
“Um, yeah,” she said whenever he seemed to realize that there was indeed a kiss included in the scene. “Yeah, totally, that’s right.” she agreed, nodding slowly. “It’s not like I want to kiss you either— it’s just for the sake of the play, of course.” she replied casually, shrugging her shoulders.
She was starting to get annoyed with how nervous she was getting. Usually Brittany was very in control of her emotions and if she wanted to she could push any feelings that she didn’t like out of her head if only for a little while, so that was what she did. She tried to ignore the anxious feeling that surrounded her and chose to just read her given lines. As soon as the part with the kiss neared she felt her heart begin to race and without thinking much of it she followed Alvin’s lead and hurriedly leaned in to press her lips to his before pulling away just as quickly.
“Yeah, whatever.” Alvin waved his hand dismissively. “It’s barely english. There’s a difference between english in the US and english in the UK, Brittany. Not like you would know because you don’t exactly pay attention in History.” he smirked like he had won the small argument.
“Anyway, this play is totally cliche. They don’t even know each other and they’re madly in love somehow? Not only that, they commit double suicide because of each other and that’s just stupid.” Alvin rolled his eyes as he sat up, ignoring any other comments she had made. He flipped to a random page in the script and skimmed over the lines. They seemed innocent, and easy enough. Although he hadn’t noticed it was leading up to one of the kissing scenes.
“Alright, turn to this page,” he yawned into his hand, showing her what page he was on.
Brittany raised an eyebrow, staring at him in disbelief. “That makes, like, zero sense.” she snapped. “Besides, you can’t even try to act like you pay attention yourself because you don’t!” she added defensively. “So shut up.”
She grit her teeth, trying her hardest to just ignore Alvin’s comments on the story, but that was easier said than done. Finally she couldn’t take it. He could be so annoying sometimes. “It’s not stupid. The whole point of it is love at first sight. It’s a beautiful story, but I wouldn’t expect a moron like you to see that.” she said, rolling her eyes. She turned to the page that he’d pointed at, looking over the lines.
Her eyes widened slightly and she felt her cheeks warm a bit as she wondered why he’d chosen that part, of all the parts to choose from. Of course she knew just what was on that page, unlike him. “Uh, okay,” she said, biting her lip. “Are we supposed to practice the kiss in this scene or do we wait until the play to actually do that?” she asked, wondering why that question alone made her grow nervous.
“It doesn’t look like english to me.” he rolled his eyes, reaching over and grabbing the script. He then sat back up but then deciding he was much more comfortable laying down on his back.
“Can we just skip to the part where they die?” he suggested with a smirk. “It’d be fun to act out dying, for once. Romeo and Juliet is so lame, I swear.” the red clad chipmunk peered over at Brittany, “No offense, I know you’re into this mushy, gushy crap. But can you pick another scene, please?” he asked, in the most polite tone he could conjure up.
He scoffed, narrowing his eyes at her last comment. “Please, Brittany, you probably only understand some of the shit he’s saying because it’s a quote ~romantic~ play.”
Brittany sighed in annoyance. “Well, it is english.” she insisted firmly. “It’s not even that hard to understand if you’d pay attention to it.” she added, almost sounding defensive of the play.
“Ugh,” she muttered under her breath. Her patience was already starting to get tested. She knew this sort of thing would eventually happen. “It’s not lame.” Brittany glared at him again. “Fine, why don’t you pick out a scene?” she relented, rolling her eyes. “But not the part where they die.”
She folded her arms across her chest and stuck her nose in the air in response to his accusation. “Just because it’s a romantic play doesn’t mean anything.” she stated, matter-of-fact. “You’re just stupid.”
“Oh shut up, I’m not that late.” he chuckled, nudging her with his elbow. “Lighten up, Princess.” Alvin teased as he leaned over to see what page she had flipped to and then proceeding to open up his script to that page. While she talked he uttered an ‘Uh huh’ and a ‘Mhm’ so she’d think he was paying attention as he scanned over the lines. He let out a yawn before nodding his head for good measure and looking over towards over with a smile on his face.
“Got it.” he answered. Alvin read over his lines with the same amount of passion as Brittany had. He never truly played around when he acted, because it was something he loved to do; also it was considered performing so it was something he didn’t take lightly to. It was rather difficult, though, due to the shakespearean language and he messed up a few times.
“Fuck, does this dude know any kind of english?” he huffed as he threw the script down in annoyance.
Ignoring the few times where he’d messed up, Brittany was pleased with how Alvin was doing. She was glad to see that he was taking it seriously too. Of course, that didn’t last for long. She was quick to get annoyed all over again whenever he threw his script down.
“It is english, you idiot!” she insisted, narrowing her eyes at him. “It’s just a different kind of english, that’s all. It was written in like, the really old days, so it’s different but still technically the same. Duh.”
She sighed, shaking her head. “I guess not everyone can be as smart as I am with things like this.” she shrugged lightly. “But you can at least try.”
Alvin wasn’t exactly keen for staying after school longer than he had to. It was hell staying there for the normal amount of hours that he had to endure. He had planned to read of the script for the play on his own at home and then taking a nap, but then Brittany just had to go and ask Mr. Rochelle to stay in the auditorium; all because she was set on having everything be perfect. The thought alone was enough to make him roll his eyes. He honestly didn’t care for the play they were working on. Romeo and Juliet in his mind was too cliche.
He was 5 minutes late for their meet-up but it wasn’t like he cared much. It hadn’t been that long. Alvin walked through the door, holding the script under his arm before plopping down beside his counterpart.
“I’m here,” he sighed with a small smile on his face.
Even though five minutes might seem barely late to most people, Brittany was glaring at Alvin whenever he showed up. “Just take your precious time, why don’t you?” she snapped with an annoyed huff. She then flipped to a random page in her script, her expression deadly serious. “I just want to make it clear with you that you better not mess this play up for me or else I’ll murder you and make it look like an accident, ‘kay?” she said calmly before looking down at the page she’d flipped to.
She refused to let Alvin mess around or stall things instead of actually practice, so she decided to get straight to business. “We can start with the scene where Romeo talks to Juliet outside of her balcony.” she said, her eyes shining with excitement as she read over their lines. She couldn’t help but love the play that they were doing, Romeo and Juilet was sooo romantic.
Brittany’s icy blue eyes scanned over the script that she’d been holding in her hands for what felt like the billionth time. She needed to make sure she got her part down perfectly. That was why she’d asked Mr. Rochelle for permission to stay after school in the auditorium so that she could practice even more. And since Alvin was going to be her Romeo, she’d practically forced him to stay after school with her so that they could practice together.
She knew she could do her part perfectly, but she needed to make sure that he would be able to as well so that everything could be perfect. So she waited impatiently for Alvin to show up, looking through her own script to pass the time. If she didn’t see him walk through that door soon, she’d be forced to kill him.
If he had been talking to his brothers, things would’ve gone differently. But this was Brittany Miller, this was his best friend and the girl he had feelings for deep down inside; although he would never admit that to himself, let alone her. Alvin couldn’t shake off the feeling of regret, and at the same time he felt as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. So why was it that he felt like he should’ve kept his mouth shut? The red clad chipmunk coughed into his fist, glancing occasionally at the auburn-haired chipette walking alongside him.
If he were to be paying closer attention he would’ve been able to notice how worse her mood had been getting. He let out a nervous laugh when she started to speak up again; that girl was nothing special, just some girl. And sure, it was wrong of him to just leave Brittany like that, but there were certain times where Alvin only thought of himself. Unfortunately, the time he met up with the girl had been one of those times.
He tried to refrain himself from looking at her when she suddenly demanded him to tell her what he had went to do. Alvin chewed on his lower lip, hesitating to answer, “Uh..,” he trailed off before rolling his eyes; why should he have to tell her anyway? “Why is that any of your business? I’m free to do whatever I want and you can’t tell me otherwise. I don’t boss you around and hassle you about guys you makeout with.. ah.., oops.”
Okay, maybe she was overreacting a little bit. Alvin might have been her best friend, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hang out with other girls if he wanted to. She didn’t own him. He wasn’t hers. She was well aware of those things, so why was she only getting angrier as he kept talking? Maybe it was because of how he’d ditched her. She didn’t like being ditched, that just made her look like a loser, and while she was a lot of things a loser wasn’t one of them. Still, she wasn’t sure if that was the only reason she was mad.
She tried to think of a different situation, like one where he’d ditched her but the reason hadn’t been because of a stupid girl. She figured she’d just be a little annoyed, not as mad as she was getting now. She didn’t like to think about that, it was starting to weird her out, so she decided to just say she was getting mad because of him ditching her. And she had every right to! It was rude of him to do that. Which was why she’d started to glare at him again whenever he started preaching about how it wasn’t any of her business, but what really set her off was when she realized just what he’d been doing with the girl.
“You’re right, you can do whatever you want!” she snapped, unable to hold back on how angry she was now. “‘Cause guess what? I don’t care! I wasn’t bossing you around, I was just asking.” Brittany was practically fuming. She suddenly didn’t even want to be around him anymore, she just wanted to go home. “I can walk by myself the rest of the way, thanks.” she hissed, walking ahead of him. “And by the way, don’t bother waiting for me after school tomorrow! Why don’t you walk home with that girl instead?” she called behind her, not caring one bit if it seemed like she was acting like a brat.
Alvin never really thought it was that big of a deal, or why he felt the need to regret telling her, or ditching her for that matter. She wasn’t his girlfriend, she was just his friend; and he couldn’t think of any reason for her to get truly mad about. He questioned himself as to why didn’t just tell her about the girl in the first place and not even he himself could answer that.
He also couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious over the sweet tone of her voice. It felt surreal, but he didn’t dwell on that thought for too long and just decided to soak up the fact that she wasn’t too mad at him. Alvin breathed a sigh of relief and smile. “Okay, good.” he responded. He wanted to avoided answering her question, for that same gut feeling. Although the temptation to brag was overwhelming, “Just.. some girl.” he answered with a chuckle, rubbing at his arm.
As they kept walking, she found that it was getting harder and harder to keep the fake smile on her face. The situation was slowly starting to hit her completely. He’d ditched her at lunch to go hang out with another girl. She was Brittany Miller. Nobody ditched her. It just wasn’t allowed. But he had, and to go hang out with another girl, no less! The smile was gone now. She was holding back on throwing a fit like she wanted to, but she did want to let it be known that what he’d done annoyed her. It annoyed her more than she’d like to admit.
“Just some girl, huh?” she repeated. He wasn’t saying much, so why was her anger steadily growing? “Well, whoever that girl is must be pretty amazing if you had to ditch me at lunch to go hang out with her.” Brittany sneered, refusing to look at him. She was done with the sweet act already. Now she just let a scowl settle on her face. “What’d you have to go do with her that was sooo important you had to ditch me for it?” she demanded suddenly.