Kevin sat at his desk, his mind concentrating onto one single sheet of paper; the pencil vigorously moving back and forth in several swift fluid movements. His dark brown orbs shining effortlessly in such a deep thought, as his calloused hands rapidly constructed the outline of each letter frame, turning them into complete magical sentences for what he hoped would be the next transformation of a second masterpiece in the making during his life time. The first said masterpiece being his beloved green, high tech car.
The Tennyson cousins had met up with their teammate moments earlier, and found themselves sitting on Kevin's single twin bed; Ben, who sat at the edge of it, his legs carelessly hanging off the end, as Gwen sat firmly against the wall; up by her boyfriend's feather based pillow.
Both cousins in this matter however, were showing the classic signs of nothing but pure boredom; neither of two willing, or brave enough to disrupt the ex-con and his masterful pieces in the making. Kevin had promised them that once he had finished, he would prove to them once and for all that this awesome, no fail plan of his would ultimately work out, and eventually bring in some major "dough" in the end. The whole idea in itself was utterly flawless in his eyes.
So, there Kevin sat. At his desk, continuing his writing with the simple yellow based number two pencil he had stolen out of Ben's backpack three days ago, his mind never wavering far from his special project. Even Gwendolyn's flirtatious interventions never strayed the boy long enough from that stupid piece of college bound paper. It was seriously getting on her nerves. She wanted to get out. Have some fun. This was the day that nothing had been going on. This was the day that no aliens of any kind were threatening to take over the earth. But, there she was, watching her man stare long and hard at his desk, ever committed to his off the wall project.
Ben finally let out an elongated sigh, ruffling his dark brown hair in annoyance, and stood up from his own comforts of Kevin's bed. "Are we leaving this dreaded room sometime this millennium, Kevin?" He asked, straightening the wrinkles off from his green jacket. "I mean, I know you're all like, working real hard on this big thing of yours but, I seriously could use another smoothie right about now."
"Ben's right." Gwen chimed in, as she too stood up from the older teen's bed, stretching her arms and legs out, stumbling slightly, but regained her balance with little effort. "It's actually really nice outside. We should take the day, and enjoy ourselves, since we never get the chance to most of the time." Gwen smiled, as she put a friendly hand on top of Kevin's shoulder, trying to drag the teen away from his work with what little patience she had left in her. All Gwen wanted to do was get out of that small enclosed space of her boyfriend's bedroom, it didn't matter to where; she was just starting to feel a tad bit claustrophobic. "Please, Kevin, just this once?"
"No." Kevin replied, shrugging the girl's hand off, his attention still not leaving his desk."I'm almost done, so both of you can stop with the whole whining thing." He waved his arm out, pushing the girl back slightly with a smirk on his face, letting out a short chuckle in the process. "Trust me, it'll be worth the wait." He then points to the paper just to the front of him. "This here? Is gonna be the greatest thing you will ever read in your entire life. I guarantee it."
Ben raised a brow in amusement, and smiled knowingly as he walked over towards his friend and the wooden desk he had been sitting at for the last forty-five minutes; hovering over the older teen's shoulder ever so carefully. Ben didn't want the threat of being beaten to a pulp for if and when in the near future he would ever screw up the guy's hard working project. It wasn't worth losing his life over in the long run.
"So…" The hero began, holding in his small fits of laughter, leaning down just a bit more, as his eyes lifting up just enough to see the writing located on the couple sheets of paper. "Tell me again why you decided to write children stories, Kevin?"
Kevin grinned madly at the wall that his desk had sat snuggly against, and turned to face the guy who had been his only best friend in the five years. "Because it's easy money." He shrugged, facing back towards his piles of papers that had stacked up over the course of the hour, restacking them. "And, I think I'm pretty good at it. The kids are really gonna love what I've got written down so far."
"Cool! Can I read it?" Ben asked, as he moved out of Kevin's way, so the Osmosian could turn his chair around to face his teammates.
"I don't see a problem with it." Kevin replied, freely handing over his story to the young hero, smiling to himself in achievement. He really thought that this tale of his was going to be a real go getter. Kids were going to be lined up for miles just to get their hands on it. There was just no doubt in the ex-con's mind. It was going to be gold. Pure, spectacular, endless gold.
Gwen saw the exchange, and had moved herself directly behind Ben, ending with her reading over his shoulder; waiting in anticipation to see what her boyfriend had recently created. Kevin did in fact put his own blood, sweat, and tears into the idea as a whole. So, for her, she was more than overjoyed. She loved it when the guy would put someone else's needs before his own, and what more of a better way to show it, than by writing inspirational tales for all of little children in the world to enjoy? She couldn't be more proud of Kevin. The red head was thrilled that he was so content and happy with whatever he wanted to do, or with whatever he wanted to accomplish in his life. If writing kiddie books for a living was all that it would take to keep Kevin grounded? Then, so be it. Who was she to argue?
Kevin watched on enthusiastically as the cousin's began to read the page together, both pairs of green eyes rapidly scanning the page, their faces more or less expressionless, and it was obvious that at this point, Kevin couldn't stand the vague silence.
"Read it out loud." Kevin suggested, as the two twins responded to his interuption by lifting their heads up at the same time, both of their features still showing no signs of any life, and Kevin began to worry.
"Um.. Kevin?" Ben sputtered out, almost nervously, bringing the page away from his view. "I don't think it's-"
"Please." The older boy pleaded, standing quickly up from his computer chair." It would sound much better if you'd just read it out loud. Trust me."
"Um.. O-okay." Ben cleared his throat, bringing the page up to his eye's view once more. Gwen had already read half of it, and for some reason, she had made her way back to Kevin's bed, and growled to herself in frustration. Ben turned his head slightly at her sudden release of her puffed outtake of air, but continued on with his task at hand, and started to read.
"Once upon a time, there was this little blue snail named Pablo. Pablo was a happy snail, a snail that other snails could trust. A snail that had the heart of V8 engine.-"
Ben scratched the back of his neck in confusion, and looked up at Kevin. "Just what the heck is that supposed to mean? A V8 engine, seriously?"
"Just shut up, and keep reading. It gets way better." Kevin smirked evilly, pressuring his friend to move forward with the story, all the while taking short glances at his girlfriend. It was apparent to the older teen that Gwen must've read the whole entire thing already, hence the reasons for her sudden mood change; her face showing a dark scowl that would have killed even the worst of their notorious enemies.
"Pablo was a happy, high spirited snail." Ben started the story once again, shifting from one leg onto the other for more comfort. "…And decided to take a happy little walk in the park. It sure was a beautiful day to do so; rainbows and sunshine filled the summer air all around him. Pablo was enjoying his sunshiny filled day until suddenly-" The hero stopped as his eyes quickly widen; finding himself slowly reading the very last part of Kevin's story. " he blew up …. into oblivion. The End."
Ben looked up to his friend, and let out one deep heavy sigh. "Wow, Kevin.. That was just-"
"…One of the best sellers in kids story writing history!" Kevin smiled, ripping the page hastily from Ben's grasp, holding it protectively in his hands as if it were the Holy Grail itself. "Brats eat up these kinds of things all the time. Its' totally gonna blow the rest of the competition out of the water! " Kevin snickered under his breath, grinning to himself even more. "Uh.. Sorry… I mean… Yah know, no pun intended of course."
Gwen suddenly rolled her eyes in disappointment at the boy. So much for her whole "being proud" um… Type of thing…
Huh…. I wonder if Pablo himself could've seen this outcome of the story coming…?
Random? Yes… Weird? Yes… Making no sense? Of COURSE!
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