The space between red and blue❤️💙
At fifteen years old, Alvin, Simon, and Theodore Seville were growing up-still brothers, still chipmunks, but no longer the inseparable trio they once were. High school had changed things.
They now attended a new, bigger school, full of unfamiliar faces and sharper edges. At home, Dave-always doing his best-had renovated the house to give each of the boys their own room, hoping a little space might help them grow into themselves.
Alvin thrived in the freedom. His room was a bold statement in red and gold, music always playing, energy always buzzing.
Simon found peace in his own space, filled with books, blueprints, and quiet late-night thinking.
And Theodore, ever the heart of the trio, had turned his room into a cozy den of warmth and comfort, often floating between his brothers when the distance between them grew too wide.
They had their own space now. Their own routines.
Their own friends.
Their own struggles.
There was something fragile growing between Alvin and Simon-unspoken feelings that neither of them fully understood. Alvin felt drawn to Simon in ways that scared him, confused him.
And Simon, oblivious at first, was starting to notice the way Alvin's presence lingered in his mind longer than it should.
They didn't talk about it. Not yet. But the tension was there-sharp, quiet, and undeniable.
