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The Sinking of Alvin and Caledon Part 1.

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Caledon , or “Cal”, Nathan Hockley; had few thoughts left as he sat on his bed of his current life.  As he held the pistol in his hand, he thought of how the cold, smooth metal contrasted great from how his old lover’s hands (or was it paws, he wondered quickly) felt.  He reminisced on his life and all the terrible and yet great things that happened to him.   Going on the Titanic, losing Rose to that tramp Jack, earning money, and losing it all.  But the even that struck out most to him, as being the single greatest and yet most tragic mess he has ever encountered, was meeting Alvin Seville.  Cal thought of Alvin, and how he was always fearless and not afraid to go beyond the limits if it meant having a better time.  Cal mused on how Alvin would go past defying, deadly extremes to have a good time, and perhaps it was time for Cal to go past the living.  He thought one last time of Alvin’s soft fur, and shot himself.

Cal had nothing for a while, or it seemed that way.  He was rich enough to travel as a first class passenger on the Titanic and give away blue, giant diamonds to an unfaithful fiancée.   However, he wanted more than that, much more.  All the money in the world maybe, or maybe just enough to be the richest man in the world.  Perhaps, thought, what he was hoping to gain from Rose that he failed to do so was love.  Sure, she was rich, but there needed to be more. She seemed so ordinary in a way. Or not, as she was ruthless and spat like a tramp. She wasn’t priceless, nor was her affection.  After losing Rose, Cal realized that maybe he couldn’t buy love.  Rather than tarnishing the idea of love, it made it seem all the more precious, like diamonds falling from the sky.  It did, however, ruin the idea of many humans being dazzling.

Cal strolled down street long forgotten him  in Hollywood.   He was considering buying a vacation mansion to live in when he wasn’t at work in Pittsburgh.  However, money was not enough to keep him from getting lost in all his wandering.  The soles of his manicured feet seem to bleed from all the endless walking upon the cement.  Suddenly, he from the corner of his eye saw a flash of red and brown.  The bright tint of red, the almost golden brown,  and the sun colored “A”.  All this caught his attention beyond the Heart of the Sea necklace or millions of dollars.  Even thought Cal took price in his well shaved face, and thought others should do the same, he thought that the furry face of that earth angle was handsome.  That face and sweater all belonged to Alvin Seville, not that he knew the name at the time.
So one day I was bored, and wanted to write something.  I then saw the "Titanic" video and the "Alvin and The Chimpmunks: The Squeakal"  and thought of this.   It is a fanfic about Alvin Seville (Alvin and the Chimmunks) and  Caledon Nathan Hockley (from the "Titanic" movie) and their relationship. 
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