"Where is that stupid kid?" Kevin asked, tapping the ground beneath his boot at a faster pace.
His back was slightly leaning against his slick prized camaro, arms crossed in an impatient fashion. Gwen on the other hand who currently had her nose in another one of her spell casting books was sitting comfortably without irritation in the passenger's seat. They had been expecting Ben to show up at their latest hang out, Mr. Smoothy for quite sometime now. She knew all too well of the bad boy's short and viper temper and found the remark as an opportunity of retaliation.
She tucked a stray chunk of crimson hair behind her ear and retorted, "You know Kevin, that stupid kid you're talking about just so happens to be my cousin."
He scoffed, "Yeah well so much for being a reliable cousin, we've been waiting for him for at least an hour now. I've had two drinks already."
She rolled her eyes and noted that he began to fidget in place, causing the car to rock much to her annoyance. Something about him struck her oddly today, he was acting a lot stranger than usual. Since when did Kevin not care about damaging his precious automobile? Her slender fingers flicked a page over and she attempted to regain her concentration back to an intriguing charm but to no avail. She slammed her book shut.
"So then what's it to you if you already had something to drink?"
"I don't know," he stuffed his index finger in his mouth, nibbling on what was left of a nail, "What if those DNAliens showed up? What if— What if— that's it!"
He swung open the green door and virtually hurled himself inside. It was no surprise to Gwen that he wanted to take off without her cousin or simply take off after him for a senseless beating but what came instead was a definite shock. Without a moments hesitation he crawled across his seat and hunkered over her body, flesh brushing against flesh. A whirl of scarlet flushed her cheeks as she questioned his purpose. She didn't complain for his sudden closeness and especially since he smelled so good, a distinct spiced musk that only Kevin bore. It was very masculine and it was very Kevin. In fact she was beginning to enjoy this.
But she was losing train of reality fast and soon realized he wasn't practically on top of her for her. He had opened the glove compartment before her knees and rustled through the heaping yellow scraps of tickets for something. Still blushing, she tried to make out what he was searching for until he finally retrieved a white box with red embellishment and a tiny silver container next to it. She gasped, realizing what they were.
"Kevin!" she scolded, getting out and heading fast around the nose of the car to where he rested against the driver's door again, "What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like?"
He smirked, smacking the box reading 'Marlboro' against his palm. He drew out a thin white cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, lighting it with his sliver Zippo.
"You wouldn't dare. Don't you know that's such a hazard to your health? Not to mention a horrible message that you're sending out to kids," she gestured towards a few children crossing in front of their parking stall.
Her desperate plea for him to stop what he was doing failed unquestionably as he sucked on the flimsy stick and pulled it away from his mouth with two idle fingers.
"Such a shame isn't it?" he winked as two streaks of smoke puffed out of his nostrils like a hungry dragon at bay.
Gwen crossed her arms at his lack of self suppression and meanwhile still overwhelmed by uncontrollable hormones. She liked him, there was no doubt about that, but why puzzled her to an extreme. Was it because of his looks? Maybe it was his charm? And it most certainly wasn't because of his bad reputation. She loathed that.
"Why do you have to be such a guy?" she pressed.
He snorted, taking in another long and exaggerated drag, the tip glowing in golden embers, "Why do you have to be such a mom?"
Her mouth dropped. A mom? Is that what he thought of her?
"Excuse me," she said, now standing in front of him.
He exhaled a gray fog up above them and smiled with everything but happiness, "There's nothing wrong with being little miss goody two shoes. If you're afraid of a little smoke then that's not my problem."
Her emerald eyes narrowed in on his chocolate ones, "Real smooth with the peer pressure Kevin but its not working."
His grin faded and a black brow arched, "Peer pressure? What are you talking a—"
A rather irrational impulse drove her to cut him off and swipe the halfway burned out fag from his lips and stuffed it between her own. She mimicked his actions and inhaled a ridiculous amount of tobacco into her lungs. What was she doing? It was a poor attempt to rid him of smoking and the attempt came at a pricy cost. Her facial features grimaced as it was slowly cutting off all the oxygen supply her body had, burning her chest. Stupidly realizing that she was choking she put up a weak front that she had enjoyed it, when Kevin obviously knew what was wrong as her face faintly turned a shade of blue.
"You might wanna breathe Gwen," he suggested absently.
She remained just the same, if not turning different colors now. It was then he dropped the pack of Marlboro's and Zippo, taking her by the shoulders in hopes of shaking her back to the present.
"Gwen Breathe!"
She wanted to breathe but she grew nauseatingly dizzy and began to sway her weight from foot to foot. Her spine shivered and her hands became jittery. The front of holding her breath became stuck in an unintentional notion. And just as her sight flashed over fuzzy and white, Kevin quickly plucked away the orange filter of the dead cigarette and smothered his lips against hers, blowing into her mouth. Her eyes suddenly snapped open.
Reflexes kicked in and she tore her mouth away from his and began coughing heavily, sucking in air like it was her first breath. Her lungs continued to heave for oxygen and all the while she giggled somewhere inside.
He embraced her with caring arms, "Are you alright?"
"Peachy." She wrapped her arm around his neck, still feeling light headed and awkward about the situation, "How did you know what to do?"
He half laughed. Truth be told it was more of his ego that had saved the day than anything else. It was only common sense that she needed a kick start to breathing again but testosterone had a mighty role too.
"A hunch," he said coolly. "You scared the hell out of me, you know."
She panted and managed to get out an apology. He sighed with a sense of security that she was okay. But then his face grew hot as he licked his lips, tasting her sweetness again. As he let her catch her breath he looked down to the previous joys of his life, ashamed. When he felt her strong enough to hold herself up he let her go and grabbed hold of the cigarettes and lighter. She turned and winced at them.
"Let's set a good example to the kiddos."
He left to the nearest bin and tossed them away to Gwen's joyful relief. Then she brightened up again.
But he returned with a devious and prideful smirk plastered across his face. "Is it strawberry?"
Her smile vanished as she watched him with a peculiar eye. What was he talking about?
"Pardon?"
His smile broadened, "Your chapstick flavor. Is it strawberry?"
She nearly choked again, gasping in surprise at such a stupid and Kevin-like remark. After all she was using strawberry chapstick. She liked him, there was no doubt about that, but she needed to change the subject in order to desperately save her the embarrassment.
"Look its Ben!" she pointed in a direction unknown to even herself but when he looked away, following her finger, lo and behold was Ben Tennyson in the flesh.
"Oh look at that. It is Ben," she muttered softly.
He looked bothered. Standing there with a smoothie in his hand and with his mouth gaped wide open, brightly showing the colors of the goof he really was. Come to think of it, he looked like he had been there for a while. Staring with green eyes bulged. Both Kevin and Gwen understood why and they looked to opposite directions in a hurry bearing vermillion cheeks.
"An explanation would be fantastic right about now." Ben mused aloud.
Poor Ben and his awesome smoothie being fashionably late, tsk tsk. I'm not quite sure how this turned out but I certainly had fun writing it. I previously watched 'The Gauntlet' the other day and this had to be done! Kevin's naturally a badass and Gwen is naturally attracted to that whether she knows it or not. WE all do. 8D
So I apologize kiddies if you're super young and read this with the intention of "zomg I wanna smoke now". The purpose isn't that but instead the opposite. It's not as cool as it looks, take Gwen for a horrid example.
Reviews are seriously appreciated.