Disclaimer: I don't own Gwen, Kevin, or any character associated with Ben 10.
Ceiling Fan
"Kevin, I swear you picked the wrong morning," groaned, Gwendolyn Tennyson as she slammed the so named Kevin's front door shut. "Come on, Kevin. I know you're here." She tossed her purse onto a vacant sofa and waited for a reply.
Nothing but silence answered her.
"Really, Kevin, if you're gonna lock somebody out, make sure they don't know where the spare key is hidden!" she called out to the quiet house. "KEVIN!"
Gwen made her way up the staircase, purposely making an annoying extent of racket as she climbed each step. She then turned to the left, heading to one particular room....
"Kevin!" she scolded as she jerked open the door ahead of her. "You were supposed to pick Ben and me up an hour ago...what the hell are you doing!"
The Kevin that she was addressing was laying flat on his back in the middle of the bedroom floor. His hands were placed behind his head, giving his neck support. His eyes were fixated on something above him.
"Hey, Gwen," he stated casually, not even glancing towards her direction.
"Hey, Gwen," the girl scoffed, flipping her red hair behind her back. "All you have to say is 'Hey, Gwen'?"
"Uh...hi, Gwen?"
She rolled her eyes, usual response when Kevin chose smart elic comments.
"Did you even hear me come in here?" she asked, taking a seat beside the boy.
"Well, yeah, hence me saying 'Hey, Gwen' and you getting annoyed and-"
"That's not what I meant, Kevin. Did you hear me coming in the house a few minutes ago."
"Oh, yeah. When you were throwing a tantrum downstairs."
"And you didn't even answer me?!"
He looked to her, "Yeah, well I knew you'd come up here eventually."
"Kevin!"
"Well, you did, didn't you?"
"But that's besides the point."
"Sure it is." He turned his attention back to where it was before.
Gwen gave it up as a lost cause. There was no sense arguing with Kevin, even though he made so easy for her to....
"So...are you gonna tell me what you're doing?"
He remained silent for a moment but soon answered, "-watching the ceiling fan."
Her eyebrows raised. He was doing what now?
"The...ceiling fan," she asked, hoping she misunderstood him.
"Yep, the ceiling fan."
No such luck.
"Why?" Gwen pressed, her green eyes full of puzzlement.
"It's...entertaining I guess...."
The ceiling fan...entertaining?
"Kevin, are you okay?"
He laughed, one of those heart felt laughs that showed on every ench of his face. This caught Gwen off guard, and she jumped back.
"Oh, don't freak out, Gwen. it."
He gestured for her to lay down beside him.
She was afraid he was on some sort of medication.
"Um...I think I'm good right here."
"Come on, Gwen. I know it sounds crazy, but it's...soothing. Please try it."
Please?
He was acting strange today.
"O...kay." She did as he asked, laying only a few inches from himself. She then looked up. The bands that attatched to the light in the center danced around in a speed that made Gwen feel nausas.
"Kevin, if I get sick I'll-"
"Aw, Gwen, you're doing it wrong." He cut her off, frustrated.
"Doing it wrong?" the girl asked skeptically. "So now there's a technique to ceiling fan watching?"
"Just look...keep you're concentration on only one peice of wood."
She did as she was told. She watched a singular band go around in a circular motion over...and over...and over.... The uneasyness left, but the confusion remained.
"What is this supposed to do exactly, Kevin?" she asked.
"Distract you." he answered simply.
"Um...from what?" The boy wasn't making any sense to her.
"Life," he whispered. "I know it's stupid, but simply watching the ceiling fan relieves my stress.
"How in the world does it-wait....You have stress?" She giggled softly. "Cool, rebel Kevin has stress?"
"More than you'll ever know...." He looked to her, "But when I'm concentrating on the fan instead of y-," his eyes widened,"-well... other things, I can just not worry about them for a while." He brought his gaze back to what was above him.
"Oh...."
They layed there for a few moments, watching the ceiling fan.
"This still doesn't make any sense at all," Gwen retorted, drumming her fingers against the hardwood.
"It doesn't have to," Kevin replied, grabbing the young girl's hand.
A/N: I know that it is the most out there thing ever, but when I sat down and though 'ceiling fan', this is what came out. I'd like to hear your thoughts on it!
