Yo. This is my first ever story published on here. It may not be very funny right now, but I like to think that it'll get more interesting as we trundle along. Please review, please add to your alerts, Gwevin all the way! Xx ZombiChick67 xx.

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"Gwen?"

"Huh?" Gwen Tennyson snapped out of her trance (read: pointlessly staring out the window) and looked back and forth between her boyfriend Kevin Levin and her cousin Ben Tennyson. "What?"

"I said your name a dozen times, already! Do you want anything from Mr Smoothies?" Ben asked, already half out the door. With a start, Gwen really looked out the window and saw that they were indeed in the parking lot of Mr Smoothies.

Feeling mildly embarrassed, she shook her head. "No thanks."

"You sure? Last chance on the apple and bubble-gum smoothy," Ben offered.

"Ugh. Get out of my ride before you make me sick, Tennyson. Can't you drink something normal for once?" Kevin said, disgusted.

"Hey, an interesting drink for an interesting guy," Ben shrugged before leaving the car entirely and heading towards the buzzing lights of Mr Smoothies. As soon as he was gone, Kevin turned and looked seriously at his girlfriend.

"Alright, now that your goofy cousin's out of the way, do you feel like telling me why you were spaced out the entire time we were driving here? It was a two hour drive back from the Plumbers station, so I know that either you were really bored or really pissed about something. Which is it?" Kevin asked.

"Was that pun intended?" Gwen asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Huh?"

"You know – 'spaced out'." Kevin just stared at her until she dropped her joking tone all together. She sighed and looked at her hands. "It's neither, Kevin. I'm not mad, and I wasn't bored. I was just thinking…"

When she didn't go on, Kevin prompted her. "What were you thinking about for two whole hours?"

"Oh you know -" Gwen waved her hands about in the air randomly "- Just stuff."

"What stuff?" Kevin said through clenched teeth, clearly not in the mood for Gwen's generalizations. If it had been anyone else, there would be an argument right there, but Kevin knew Gwen well enough to know when she was avoiding an important subject, even though she was normally a pretty open book. Gwen also knew Kevin well enough to know that the tone of voice he was using, though gruff on the surface, meant that he was concerned about her.

Even with their understanding, Gwen was still not one to be trifled with. She glared at him so fiercely that he baulked a little. "I was thinking about things that I will share when I feel the time is right," she said through teeth clenched even harder than Kevin's were. Wise enough to know that he would get his balls ripped off if he pried further, Kevin remained silent.

They sat in angry silence for a while (well, angry on Gwen's part – Kevin was just being smart, for once) until about a minute later when Gwen exhaled and relaxed her stiff posture. Glancing around at Kevin's familiar, dark profile, she raised one hand and ran her fingers through his unruly locks.

"Time for a trim, I see," she teased "I'm thinking maybe a number two cut."

Kevin snorted, and in that one, gross little noise, Gwen knew that he had no intention of letting the subject go, but for the time being she was forgiven. Hoping to get him to forget a little more (but mostly for her own pleasure), she put two fingers under his chin and turned his face towards her. Smirking a little, she undid her seatbelt and leant over the gearshift to kiss him. If he was surprised, he sure didn't show it.

True to his nature, while Gwen just wanted an innocent little kiss, Kevin wanted more, which he showed by cupping the back of her head in one of his big, strong hands and running the tip of his tongue along her lower lip.

'Oh why not? Just this once, though,' Gwen thought, taken a little by surprise at her own daring: normally when they were kissing and he did this, she either refused to let him in, or broke apart from the kiss. But this time, she opened her lips a good two centimetres, letting him have full access to her mouth. And in another moment of daring, Gwen wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him in a little closer. Kevin paused for a millisecond out of surprise, but then joyously moved in for the kill.

But, in true Tennyson fashion, Ben entered the car with a smoothy in his hand. Before Kevin's tongue could make acquaintances with Gwen's mouth (the poor boy didn't even make it past her lips!), Ben exclaimed, "Ew! Oh, gross, you two! Can't you keep your hands off of each other for two minutes?"

Kevin closed his eyes, let his head fall back and groaned loudly in frustration as Gwen jerked back, startled by Ben's sudden appearance in their cosy moment. The eyes that met Ben's innocent ones in the rear-view mirror were the eyes of a madman.

"Tennyson, you can't just let me have anything, can you?" Kevin growled. Gwen bit her lower lip (that was still tingling) to stop a laugh from escaping as she busied herself with doing up her seatbelt again and pretending to fix her collar.

"Excuse me, but sticking your tongue down my cousin's throat isn't my definition of nice," Ben argued as Kevin pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Kevin said nothing, and it was all Gwen could do not to burst into wild laughter right then and there.

They all drove in silence, Ben still mildly disgusted, Kevin disgruntled and pouty, and Gwen fighting to keep a straight face. They pulled up to Ben's house first, and then headed off to Gwen's. As Kevin pulled up to the two-storey house, he looked at her with hope sparkling in his grey eyes. Her sudden sexual prowess gone, Gwen settled for kissing him on the cheek and leaving the car.

Just as she was going in the front door, she heard a voice call out, "That's it?" before she closed the door. Not bothering with the poker face any more, Gwen laughed and laughed until she was bent double with tears streaming down her face.