Alien Force. Spoilers through "Plumbers' Helpers". Gwevin in its own, twisted way. Gwen doth protest too much.
Author's note: When people asked for a Gwen drabble, I bet they didn't expect this! Blame Len Uhley, he wrote the episode.
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He's Not My Boyfriend!
He's not my boyfriend, damn it! I am sick and tired of everyone assuming he is! First my dad, then some random XLR8-wannabe-reject. And yes, Ben, I know what you're thinking too. He ISN'T.
Kevin, well, he's a JERK. We're not even done fighting for TWO MINTUTES and he's already ripping someone off. He's more concerned about the status of his car than Ben or some innocent kids being stuck in the hell that is the Null Void. He BEGS the same guy who captured him (and made us worry) to start ANOTHER fight with him. And that was just today!
He is so immature. He makes Ben look like Einstein on his BEST day. He sticks straws up his nose at restaurants. He has no plans for the future; he isn't trying to make something of himself. God only knows the last time he saw the inside of a school (because it's not like schools have anything worth stealing anyway). Or a shower for that matter. I think he greases his car with his hair. He's whiny and childish and could he seriously leave my cousin alone for five seconds? Ben may have his faults, but he is my best friend. He at least managed to grow up a little in the past decade.
Who could care about a moron like that anyway?
So what if he never hesitates to throw himself between me and danger? What does it matter if I so much as stumble he's yelling my name and running to my side faster than I've ever seen him run otherwise? That I do the same thing whenever the situation is reversed? So what?
When he returned with Paradox, the right age and everything, well, I was just glad to see a friend (teammate, coworker, whatever) ok again. When he told me he wanted me to stay when Grandma wanted to take me away, I was just glad that someone let it be ok for me to not to leave. It was just a kiss on the cheek; it didn't mean anything.
Yes, his eyes do seem to soften every time he looks my way and my insides get a little goopier when they do. It's just natural teenage hormones that I enjoy the way his arms feel around me and how his chest feels through his t-shirt. (And that I found his walrus impression, god help me, CUTE.)
He's not my boyfriend. Boyfriends take girls on dates, not restaurant stop-bys after missions with their cousins there. Boyfriends hug you, not just grab you to pull you out the way. They hold you hand other times when than when either of you are injured or knocked down. They are kind and courteous, not rude and obnoxious. Boyfriends are, well, not Kevin.
So it makes no difference that I think about him when he's not around. It doesn't matter that he makes me feel ridiculously safe even when he is acting absurdly reckless. His increasing number of appearances in my dreams is inconsequential. Or that he was the face I pictured when I told Grandma I liked kissing boys.
Because he's NOT my boyfriend.
Even if I want him to be.