this is just a little something that i came up with when i was Christmas shopping with my mom and sister yesterday. it should be entertaining...
DISCLAIMER: i don't own anything. seriously.
POV: Kevin
"We're doing what today?" I asked.
"We're decorating the house for Christmas," Gwen said from the doorway. "Now turn off the TV and come help."
I really didn't want to do anything for Christmas. I had five days until the issue of actually buying anything became pressing; But I never bought anything, anyway. All I did was sit in a big comfy arm-chair, get warm by the fire, eat some ham that tasted like shit, and then went back to my garage so I didn't have to deal with my "family" anymore. But I could already tell that this year was gonna be different.
Gwen came back. "Are you gonna help us or not?"
"Or not," I answered.
"Well then at least watch." She started walking away again, muttering something that sounded like "he is such a lazy-ass."
I hauled myself off the couch and down the stairs to see about ten Echo-Echo's and Gwen decorating everything with tinsel and glitter.
"Please, no," I groaned. "Not my garage, too!"
One of Ben gave me a tinny grin (A/N: get it? Tin? Echo-Echo? Oh, forget it…) and threw something that looked like it was made of glass at me.
"Ben!" Gwen shrieked. "Stop throwing things and get to work."
"HE DID IT!" All of the Echo-Echo's pointed to another one of each other.
"You guys are giving me a headache," I muttered and stalked off.
"Kevin!"
I turned around. Gwen was standing there, a piece of silver… something stuck in her fiery red hair. I looked just above her head. Bingo.
"You know what you're standing under, right?" I asked with one of my eyebrows raised.
She looked up. "Yeah, it's mistle… oh." She looked at me, a little sensually, I guess.
"If I kiss you do I have to keep helping you guys?" I stepped up closer to her.
"Maybe. It depends if you're a good kisser or not."
I held her around her waist and lowered my lips to hers for a few seconds, and backed away a bit so she could breathe. She was looking up at me with a little smile and a soft look in her bright green eyes.
"So, was I a good kisser?" I asked quietly.
"Yes."
"So I don't have to decorate?"
"No, you still have to."
"But-"
"I never said what depends if you're a good kisser." She threw the end of her tinsel-scarf over her shoulder and marched back into my garage.
"Please don't make me do this." I followed her, ready for something really stupid and useless to come out of this decorating time.
R&R!