Disclaimer: Don't own Ben 10 'cause MoA does. Like everyone else on this site.

A/N: Ahhh this is another present for Brooke :) A late Christmas one in fact. I've been busy working on other submissions and creating rough drafts for Big Damn Table, so this came a little late then expected. So yeah. This is for you Brooke. Because Bevin is hard. Very hard. WARNING: HAS NOT YET CONVERTED TO BEVINISM. Shame me all you want, but this is for Brooke and if you flame me just because I'm a Gwevin supporter, you just fried an ounce of your brain to make up stupid crap material. And if you are a Bevin fan and don't care what I like then...

Yey :) And enjoy :D

~He Said, He Said~

Christmas

Kevin Said:

I've been playing the Grinch ever since I was eleven years old. When I was the bad kid on the streets of New York City, I took the gifts from little kids and disappearing from sight. However, there was a significant difference between the Grinch and I.

At the end, the Grinch saw the error of his ways and gave back everything that he stole. He saw the true meaning of Christmas and all that bull. Me? The things I have stolen are gone. I have no clue where they are now. I don't really even see what the "true meaning" of Christmas is. All I see is a commercialized Christmas every year, Christmas commericals taking over channels and malls having a million sales everywhere you look.

Maybe I'll soften up this year. Just this one year. Besides, last year's Christmas wasn't all too bad. The Tennysons had a way of changing expectations for me. So hell, why not?

The Grinch has to change sometime.

"No Tennyson."

"Why not? I'm doing it."

"And that makes me encouraged to just go ahead and Christmas the shit out of my car? Put a star on the dashboard, glue some tinsle on the axel, hook some wreaths on the trunk? No wasy in hell."

Ben widened his eyes, instantly pulling the pouty, sad puppy act. I've seen this so many times, I just don't get any real feeling from it. "Not cute," I just sighed. I chucked the wrench into the tool box and locked it up. "You can't convince me."

"Not even for a hundred bucks?"

Tempting. Damn. This guy new all my weaknesses. He always liked pushing my buttons, see how far he can go. Well, it wouldn't work this time. "Nope." I kept my back to him, not trusting the look on my face.

"Come on Kev! You're no fun!"

I pretended to look at my cell phone and realized I had two texts from Gwen. And they weren't pretty.

"Uh oh."

"What?"

"Gwen's pissed."

I turned to see the reaction on his face. It was calmer than I expected, also mixed with confusion. "Why?"

"I was supposed to meet her at the mall at 2. It's 4 right now."

He rolled his eyes. "No wonder she broke up with you. Four months later and you still don't attend anything with her on time. Or ever."

Ouch. "Yeah, well...I'm gonna go to her house. To apologize."

"Already?" Ben got off his dad's work bench. "But you just got here 30 minutes ago."

It hurt to look at him. No matter how stupid that sounds or how weak that makes me sound, it hurt. I put the tool box in the back of the car and shoved the key into the ignition. "Yeah. I just wanted to talk. See how school was for you. Since you're famous and everything, I'm sure you've been going through some tough times." Even though that discussion was never crossed for the past 30 minutes.

"Ohhh...kay. Well, see you later than."

"Yeah. See ya." I got into the car, closed the door and pulled the car into reverse. As I pressed my foot against the pedal, I went through the thoughts in my head. I was considering my decision a bit, seeing if it was really worth it. But it was. This was the only person I could talk to and understand me.

After I pulled out of Ben's driveway I finally decided that it was probably a smart thing to do, and I drove to Gwen's house.

A/N: Dundundun :D Haha, it's not done yet :3 Sorry, it's not the most suspenseful cliffhanger, but it'll do for now :D I'll work more on it Brooke, promise :D Review please! And go easy on me. I am a Gwevin fan, but it doesn't really change anything, right? It's not like I'm making fun of the shipping, right?