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A Bored Ben Equals Trouble
Ben stared at the blue sky, tossing a green bouncy ball in the air repeatedly. His green jacket was in a crumpled heap in the grass, supporting his head so that it would not get dirty. Lips pursed, he cast a quick glance at his cell phone, only to find that no one had texted him since the last time he checked…which, admittedly, was five minutes ago.
"I'm bored!" he whined aloud, catching his ball for the umpteenth time and giving it another toss.
His cousin Gwen and his best friend Kevin were gone, attending some poetry club that Gwen was a part of. She had managed to convince Kevin to accompany her, but Ben refused to go along. Poetry was not his thing.
"There's not even a single alien butt to kick," he grumbled. "What, does the universe want me to be bored?"
He let his emerald eyes wander the lush yard in search of something to do to pass the time until his friends came back. His gaze fell upon Kevin's green and black vehicle parked in the driveway. His brow furrowed. "Huh. Guess they walked. Hey…wait a minute…"
Biting his lip hopefully as an idea struck him, he jumped up from his spot on the grass and bolted inside. He saw Kevin's oil-stained grey jacket hanging off the closet doorknob in the hall. "Please be in there, please be in there," he pleaded as he rummaged around the pockets.
A wide grin split his face when he pulled out the intended object. The slim silver key glinted on a black keychain, which was engraved with Kevin in silver letters.
For a brief moment, he debated on whether or not he should go through with his idea. But when he looked out the window and took in Kevin's well looked after vehicle resting in the driveway, only one word went through his mind.
Joyride!
"That settles that," he declared. He hurried outside, snagged his jacket from the grass and unlocked the car. He slid into the driver's seat, a smile of anticipation on his lips as he slid the key into the ignition. "Here we go!"
Ben tore out of the driveway, gravel flying in all directions after him. He grinned as he rested one arm out the open window, watching the world blur by him. He ran a hand over the black leather interior. "I could get used to this. I wonder what's on the radio."
Playing with the silver buttons, he eventually came across a song that wasn't filled with heavy metal and the lyrics were distinguishable. "Mr. Smoothy, here I come!"
Soon the wonderful giant cartoon smoothie cup came into view. He pulled through the drive-thru of Mr. Smoothy, and put in his order. When he rolled up to the window, he winked at the blond waitress that handed him Strawberry 'Splosion. "Thanks a lot."
The girl looked at the car with intrigue. "Nice ride."
"Yeah, it's pretty cool," agreed Ben. "Have a nice day!"
He sped off, joining the stream of traffic. He attempted to stick the straw into the cup with one hand, but only resulted in knocked the cup over. "Whoops."
Ben frowned as he eyed the thick pink glob on Kevin's passenger seat. "Oh, well. I can clean that up later." He managed to wrestle the lid back on and put the straw in, salvaging the little smoothie that was left over.
He did a few loops around the block, and on his fifth trip he spotted Cash walking along the sidewalk. Grinning, Ben took aim and tossed the empty cup out the window, laughing when he scored a direct hit.
"I'm gonna kill you Tennyson!" the teen hollered after the departing car.
"I'm going to pay for that one later, but this is awesome!" Ben cheered as he slowed at a stoplight. He glanced in the review mirror and frowned as he saw a motorcycle roaring towards him, with no signs of slowing down. After a quick moment of thought he knew why.
There was about a three foot gap between him and the car beside him. By the time the biker sped through the gap, the light would have just turned green. He was going to attempt to make it through.
Oh, no.
Ben watched in horror as the mad biker did indeed speed through the gap, a loud screeeeeeech filling his ears as the black mirror of the bike scratched against Kevin's new green paint job. Ben whimpered as he tilted the review mirror and stared at the nasty black line that stretched from the passenger's mirror all the way to the taillight.
"Okay, okay, don't panic," he said, ignoring the honking of horns happening behind him. "I just have to get to an auto shop and have them slap a new coat of paint on."
"Tennyson!"
Too late.
The furious shout came from across the street. Ben yelped in fear as he spotted Kevin and his slightly amused cousin standing in the middle of the crosswalk, not paying attention to the agitated drivers motioning for them to continue on their way.
"Hi," called Ben feebly. "I…uh, I got bored."
"You're dead! I'm gonna take my baby and run you over-twice! Then I'll throw you in the Null Void and blow it up!"
Ben hastily locked the doors and rolled up his window. Kevin scowled and reached into his jeans pocket. When he removed his hand, a spare set of keys dangled in his grip.
Eyes wide, the brunette quickly did the first thing that came to his mind. He unlocked the passenger side door, opened it and dove to the concrete. He slammed the dial of the Omnitrix down, turning into Jetray and flying off into the distance, leaving behind a swearing Kevin and a smirking Gwen.
Ben went to the only place he could think of-his house. He flew through his bedroom window and landed on his hard wood floor with a grunt. His Omnitrix timed out, and he climbed back to his sneaker-clad feet. "Gotta get to the front door."
He crept downstairs, emerald eyes darting about in paranoia. He reached the front hall and froze at the familiar figure standing in front of the open door, a dangerous glint in his eye and fists ready for punching.
"Tennyson."