Arriving home that day Alvin was still in a mood, and it didn’t help that Brittany was still not talking to him. He couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about. He sat in his room alone pouting. He put on the CD Miss Miller gave him, not that he was really listening to it. He was too engrossed in his own thoughts to concentrate on anything but Brittany.

He lay on his bed desperately trying not to think of her. So much so that he didn’t even notice that she walked into the room.

“Hey, Alvin,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

He sat up, surprised by her appearance. “So, are you speaking to me, now?” he asked.

“I guess so,” she said, sitting on his bed next to him. “What were we fighting about again?”

“I don’t know,” he said, letting out a small chuckle.

She laughed along with him. “You know, we really shouldn’t fight so much.”

“Okay, Brittany. Let’s make a pact not to fight so much.”

“Okay,” she said and they shook hands. There was an intensity followed by an awkward moment. They both just sat there in stunned silence, until Brittany realized that there was music playing.

“Oh, what’s that?” she asked, taking back her hand. “It sounds pretty.”

“Oh, nothing, just a CD Miss Miller wanted me to listen to. Boring, isn’t it?”

“No, not really,” she said, getting up off of Alvin’s bed. “I kind of like it. It sounds romantic.” She danced around the room slowly like a ballerina.

It made Alvin laugh. “You actually like this.”

“Yea, I guess I do. Nice to dance to,” she said, walking back towards him. “Don’t you think?”

Brittany had a way of driving him crazy, which most of the time he hated, but suddenly he didn’t mind it. He just wished he could figure out why. She just had a way of getting him to do things he never thought he’d do, or even wanted to.

Dancing with Brittany stirred something in him, and he desperately wanted to kiss her. Before he could make the effort he heard Simon’s voice calling for him.

“Hey, Alvin!” Simon yelled from the hallway. Not now! He thought.