This is a Ben 10: Alien Force story because the original Ben 10 sucked! I called this story 'The Camero' because it started out as just a description of Kevin's love for his car. Then it transformed into this. This is only the first chapter so please don't think I just hate you guys and want to leave you hanging for the heck of it. This is my first Ben 10: Alien Force story, but I'm not going to be like most other people and ask you to go easy on me. I want to hear the truth. I hope I can handle it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10: Alien Force. If I did...I would have just had the movies and then went straight to Alien Force.

The emerald green Camero, with its double black racing stripes, looked like something out of a Hollywood racing movie. The engine purred smoothly and the shocks absorbed nearly every bump in the road. The interior smelled of pine needles due to the air freshener Gwen had bought. The interior was a fluid slate gray. Needless to say, Kevin loved his car.

He had bought it with the money he had earned from selling various high-market alien tech. It had cost him a measly two-hundred bucks, but the costs for a new interior, lights, paint job, wheels, and various other upgrades had cost him an eye-popping fifteen grand. Nonetheless, Kevin thought it all worth it. He enjoyed every moment he spent underneath the vehicle, working on the complex inner workings of his car. H enjoyed it even more when he drove the machine. And even more yet, when he drove Gwen around in the car.

Unfortunately, those days were nearing an end. Ben and Gwen would soon be turning the amazing age of sixteen and Kevin would no longer have a reliable excuse for toting those two kids everywhere. They'd be able to drive themselves soon.

And where would that leave Kevin? Lonely, that's where. He had spent the past year hanging around with the two Tennysons and now he couldn't imagine his life any other way.

"Kevin," he had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he had forgotten that Ben and Gwen were in the car.

"Huh? Oh, yeah?" Gwen, sitting next to him in the passenger seat, gave him an odd look.

"I was just saying that you missed the turnoff."

"Oh, sorry." Kevin quickly checked his mirrors for other motorists before completing a sharp U-turn on the two-lane road. Gwen and Ben held onto whatever they could to balance themselves. Neither said a word. They had been around Kevin too long to get aggravated at his way of driving. They had both made a pact that they would use Kevin's example as a sort of manual as to how not to drive when they got their licenses.

Kevin sharply pulled onto the road leading to Ben's house. Kevin pulled up in front of the house and Ben got out. He waved as they passed then headed into his house.

"You know what I just realized?" Gwen said with a sly smile that made the black-haired teen nervous.

"What?" he asked cautiously.

"I've never seen your house."

"My house?" his voice nearly cracked in surprise and Gwen couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. "Why do you wanna see my house?"

"I just want to see the mayhem behind the man. That's all." She said with a smile. Kevin glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "Is there something wrong with that?" her smile turned into a frown as she worried that she had somehow offended him.

"No…no, it's just…" he trailed off.

"Just what?"

"Nothing, I guess there's nothing wrong with you seeing my house. I'll…uh, meet you at Mr. Smoothie's around noon tomorrow, 'kay?"

"Sure, I'll be waiting." And with those words, Kevin pulled his beloved green Camero up in front of Gwen's house. She stepped out gracefully, waved then walked quickly up the drive and into the house. Kevin smiled a little as he watched her walk up the driveway.

"Why the hell did I say yes!?" he yelled to himself as soon as she was in the house. He slammed his head into the rubber of the steering wheel and partially absorbed the material into his hands. "My house!? She wants to see my house? More like my pit!" Kevin's forehead lay on the steering wheel for several minutes until he could calm down enough to allow the rubber to leave his body. "I guess I'll just have to do a lot of cleaning between now and noon tomorrow." He resolved and sped away. He wanted to get home as soon as possible so he could start work on fixing the place up.

He parked in his usual spot next to his neighbor's red Chevy truck and stepped from the car after popping the trunk. He walked to the back of the car, grabbed his backpack from the trunk, closed the lid then locked the car. He walked up the five steps that led to his small, one bedroom condo. He had bought the place six months after he returned from the Null Void. He had enough money saved up to pay for half of the house and still have enough left to furnish the place and to live off of. Needless to say, he had made quite a profit off of selling alien tech. His humble abode was sparsely furnished and wasn't in exactly the best part of town. But, there wasn't really a 'bad part of town' in Bellwood; it was just too small. Kevin reasoned that if he bought a house in a residential part of town, he would be noticed and it wasn't exactly legal for a now-seventeen year old boy to be living on his own.

His home wasn't really that bad, but since he had been quite busy with all the alien fighting, he didn't usually have time to clean. So, the place stayed pretty…un-clean. Dirty jeans and t-shirts, socks and boxers lay on the floor. But that was typical for a guy. Nothing unusual there, but the random pieces of half-fixed alien technology scattered around the living room and bedroom were a bit odd. The beer bottles and Coke cans littered throughout weren't unusual either. Problem was neither Gwen nor Ben knew he drank.

So, the next morning, he set to work on picking up all the bottles and cans and putting them in the correct recycling bins. Next, he picked up all his dirty clothes and piled them behind the accordion doors of the laundry room. He hid the scarier looking pieces of technology in the back of the closet in the hall. He glanced at the clock and saw it was past noon and raced out the front door and down the steps. He jumped in his Camero and sped to Mr. Smoothie's. He slowed to a measly 35 miles an hour when he spotted a cop sitting, partially hidden, in the trees to his left. When he could no longer see the cop in his rearview mirror, he sped up again and in no time, he was pulling smoothly into the parking lot. He pulled up beside Gwen, who was sitting at a picnic table drinking some sort of concoction created by the employees of Mr. Smoothie's.

"Hey there, babe. Need a ride?" he asked cockily with his characteristic smirk playing at his lips.

"You're late," was her reply, but she said it with a smile so Kevin knew he was in the clear. He smiled back and leaned across the seat to unlock and open the passenger side door. Gwen walked around the front of the car, got in, and shut the door.

"So…where is your…"

"You'll see. Just be patient, it's not far."

I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. If it sucked...tell me. If it blowed (funny that those two mean the same thing when they're opposites)...tell me. And if it was the best thing you ever read...tell me. I really care about what my readers think.

-Phantom