Only Emptiness Remains

Man In The Mirror

The eldest Seville brother found himself lost in his own thoughts for the millionth time as he was driving along the extremely familiar, yet eerily quiet roads that were surrounded by forest. Still unsure of what he would say to Brittany when he saw her. Having no idea how he would tell her he knew something he was pretty sure she did not want him to know.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter as he contemplated what he would do once he finally got to his destination. Was he supposed to just knock on the treehouse door and hope his former girlfriend was going to hear him out? And was she even going to let him come in? Or would she end up slamming the door in his face? The amount of uncertainty surrounding this whole thing was overwhelming, he could feel his head spinning.

The red-clad teenager sighed, still not being able to fully grasp any of this. Alvin mindlessly drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, but his shoulders relaxed as he felt thankful that very few people took this particular road to reach the Chipettes' old treehouse. Because given how dangerously distracted Alvin was right now, a car accident probably would have been inevitable if he had to deal with any pedestrians or other drivers. As it was, he very narrowly avoided crashing into a tree at least twice on this trip. Luckily, he snapped back to reality during both occurrences just in time.

The closer he knew he was in getting to the treehouse, the harder his heart was pounding in his chest. It felt so weird to be heading over there with this mission in mind. And seeing Brittany there to actually talk to her about something that was a matter of life and death? This was so insane.

Alvin remembered the last time he had been alone in that treehouse with his ex-girlfriend. It was maybe about a couple of weeks before she hurt her knee last spring. The two oldest chipmunks were having a make out session that was getting pretty hot and heavy.

He vividly recalled wondering if that night would be the night when the two teenage chipmunks would wind up going all the way. He even came very close to asking her if she wanted to have sex that night. However, it had only been six months since Miss Miller had passed away and he knew the eldest Chipette was still grieving. So out of respect for her, he held back on asking for sex (as much as it killed him).

It was kind of funny, in a way. Most people who knew Alvin Seville would never believe he had enough self-restraint to hold out for as long as he did. But despite being a well-known impulsive lady's man, he deeply respected and cared for Brittany. He didn't want her to do anything he thought she might later regret. So he ended up waiting for her to tell him when she was ready.

Of course, he was completely unprepared for her to finally be ready to take the next step in their relationship just when he was already planning to break up with her. Perhaps he shouldn't have slept with her that night, knowing he was still having doubts about continuing their relationship. But even so, he couldn't quite bring himself to regret doing the deed with her. It was fun and he did love her at the time.

But what about now? Did he ever stop loving her? That was a question the teen Chipmunk kept asking himself since that fateful day, when he ended things with Brittany and never quite knew how to answer it. And if he did, why couldn't he just talk to Brittany and tell her? And what was he doing with Lindsay?

Alvin then took one hand off of the steering wheel to rub a temple underneath his baseball cap. He was getting a headache from thinking about all of this. He was not supposed to be dealing with this much heavy stuff at sixteen years old. And now, he was finally starting to realize that it went double for Brittany.

The teenage boy got to the general area where the treehouse was on the deserted path he was navigating, confident that was where Brittany had run off to last night. He then spotted a familiar figure in a pink dress walking along nearby. She was looking straight ahead with her head held up high. But not even in her usual conceited manner. If anything, it actually looked more like she was deliberately trying to tune out the outside world.