Disclaimer: I own nothing... I'm even afraid to admit this horrible one shot as it is... :D
Okay.. So, this story started out in one direction, and for some strange reason, Ben and Kevin decided that it should go in THIS direction. It starts out normal at first, but then... Oi... You'll see what I mean... And I'm totally okay with it, if you readers give me a thumbs down for it. Really I am. Lol! Cuz, seriously... Kevin and Ben just ran away from me... :P
"Yeees!" Ben cried from the back of the almighty, green camero. Making the two passengers sitting up in front, jump slighty in surprise. It had been quite the peaceful ride, up until one of Ben's high pitched screams killed the once serene silence .
"What the heck, Benji!" Kevin roared into the air, as he lifted his annoyed like gaze into the review mirror. Kevin absolutely hated it when the younger kid would, for no reason, screech like the little fan girl he knew for certain, Ben was.
"I totally love this song!" The hero squeals in delight, leaning slightly forward in his seat, nodding his head gradually to the procussion in the background, while moving himself that much closer to the radio upfront, as the lyrics to one of his favorite songs played on.
"Don't stop, make it pop, Dj blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'ma fight-"
Kevin rolls his eyes at the hero sitting in the back seat. "Ben?" He heavily sighs. "Even the most girliest of girls wouldn't even listen to this kind of ridiculous crap." He chuckles lightly to himself, pointing to the radio, as he kept his eyes focused onto the road. "Liking this song? Just proves that my theories about you were totally right."
"Theories about what?" Gwen cuts in, raising one of her brows in supision at the raven haired teen, wondering exactly where her hotheaded boyfriend was actually going with this.
"That Ben is made out of one hundred percent, pure card board cut-out, fan girl material." Kevin snorts out loud, responding, to what he thought was the most obvious answer to the red headed girl's off the wall question, as he slows his precious car down for a red light.
"Hey!" The hero cries out once more, while folding his arms over in a heated fashion. Not at all thrilled on the older boy's hurtful insult. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with liking this song, Kevin." He bites back, and begins to mumble some words under his breath, while glaring out the windshield just ahead of him. "Kevin... so not cool... Idiot."
Gwen justs rolls her eyes in return at the two boys, and decided that the scenary outside, seemed to be much more interesting to her. The two morons that sat around her, could easily deal with this all on their own. She wasn't going to purposely get involved, it wasn't worth the headache she would eventually recieve from it.
The red light suddenly turns green, and Kevin takes his foot off the break, causing the car to roll forward once more. His only response to Ben's heated glare though, was his signature evil like grin, that the hero could only see once again, through the vehicle's rear view mirror.
Ben just continued to glare back at Kevin, not saying another word. He thought it was best for everyone in the car, to just drop it, as he then focuses all his anger out at the back window, watching the glow from the street lights pass right on by. The song that he enjoyed, hovering in only a whisper as the radio continued to sing on.
"Don't stop, make it pop, Dj blow my speakers up. Tonight I'ma fight-"
'Strange." Ben thought to himself, as he cocked his to the side in slight confusion, thinking that this song of his should have been over with by now. But his favoirte tune must of made it around the horn again, and went right back to the chorus... Listening intently to the lyrics, Ben hummed to the addictive melody, as he slowly out stretched his hand to reach for the volume button on the radio.
'SLAP!'
"Ow!" Ben yelled out in pain, holding his now hurting hand with his left one. "What the heck man?"
"Nobody touches the radio, but me." Kevin growled under his breath, as he threw out a finger of warning at the overly eager hero, sitting in the shadows behind him.
"But..." Ben stuttered, his feelings slightly scorned that he'd been slapped forcefully on the hands like a small, trouble making child. "But, the music told me to turn it up! I was more or less complying!"
"And do you always take advice from stupid, idiotic songs that play constantly on the radio, Tennyson?" Kevin slowly drawled out, lifting his brow in curiosity.
The hero simply shrugs. "Depends on what their asking me to do at the time, whether I do what they ask or not." He replies matter of factly, leaning back against the firm, cool leather. "Like, if it's a dance instructing song, say, the Macarana? I am so gettin' down and jiggy with it!" Ben, then starts doing the moves as he's sits, waving his arms ridiculously high into the air, almost hitting his fists at the ceiling of Kevin's car, causing the older teen to cringe at the sight being displayed right behind him. Then for some reason, Ben quickly stops his moronic seat dancing, and twists his face up in a questionalbe like expression towards the ex-con, and quickly asks, "Seriously though, why do you even care Kevi-?"
With out warning, the car suddenly haults to a stop, making the extra passengers inside, fling foward unexpectedly with a hard jolt. Ben, of course falls right on to the floor, while Gwen, if it hadn't been for her seatbelt, would have eventually smacked her head against the rock hard dash board.
"Kevin!" Gwen shouted out, as she was trying to catch her breath, which seemed to have been knocked out for a moment from the abrupt stop. "What the heck is wrong with you!"
Only Kevin dorsn't respond. The two upset Tennyson's were now staring on at the older boy in curiosity. Kevin had been hunched over on his side of the car door, looking as though he were frantically trying to find a particular item.
"Kevin?" Ben began to ask calmly, as leaned forward once more. "Did you lose something? I mean, I'm not trying to be a backseat driver or anything, but... Are you crazy! You almost freaken killed us!" He finished, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Relax. I was just tryin' to locate a certain something." Kevin said, absent mindedly, while he still fiddled with the C.D cases just to his left.
"Like what?" Ben and Gwen asked simutaniously, forgetting that they had a brush with death just a few seconds ago.
Kevin sat straight back up into his seat, holding a C.D case snugly in his hand. He smiled darkly, as he handed the disc to Ben. "Here, try listening to this one instead. It's uh, more 'educational'."
"Okaaay. May I ask why?" Ben questioned with uncertainty, as he carefully took the case from Kevin's hands.
"Because." The older teen pauses as he takes in a deep breath and grins. "There's a song on that disc, and this one guy on there, sings about another guy who suddenly jumps willingly off a cliff." His brow narrows in amusement. "For funnzies."
Ben's eyes widen in pure shock on hearing what had recently come out of his so called friends mouth. "What?" He shouts out, while throwing the C.D back at the driver. "And you thought that if I listened to it, that-
"Look at this way" Kevin quickly interrupted, as he chuckled half heartedly to himself at the thought of Ben just willingly jumping off a cliff based on the soul fact that the music on the radio told him to do so. "Think of it as a new way of doin' the Macaroni you were babling about a few seconds ago. But-" He pauses for a moment, flairning his hands out for effect. "With a cliff... Just think of the possibilities for a second on that one, Ben. It's... It's freaken endless."
"For your information, doofus, it's called the "Macarana", not the "Macaroni"." Ben corrected, using his hands to gesture quotation marks, but at the same time, ignoring Kevin's stupid and moronic idea for the moment. "Get it right the first time."
"That's what I said. The Macarana."
"No, you said the "Macaroni", Kevin."
"No- I didn't."
"Yes- you did."
"No, now your just putting words into my mouth."
"Pfffft! And I'd have to say, that's the cheesiest thing I had ever heard!"
"Cut it out!"
"Well, that was quite 'Krafty' of you, my good man."
"Ben, I'm being serious. Knock it off before I make you."
"Guys..." Gwen sighs, cutting in, having heard enough of those two bickering back forth.
"What? He started it!" Ben and Kevin both replied in unison.
"That's it!" Gwen finally sceams out in frustration. "Both of you knock it off, or so help me I won't hesitate to throw both your butts off a cliff. Got it!"
Silence had filled the air once more towards the girls efforts on destroying the two boy's argument over cheese.. Until...
"That was just totally cheesey, there, Gwen. "Totally lame." Ben and Kevin spoke in unison once more, as they began giggling like two little school girls would over some random hot guy, while the car rode on into the burning sunset-
"That looked totally like cheese!" Ben Butted in, interrupting the author of this moronic, and ridiculous story, that, for some strange reason, took a turn for the absolute worse.
Seriously... Cheese? What the heck guys... What the heck...
Totally lame, I know... I had fun writing it though, so, I guess it counts for something... Maybe... Depends on if you, the reader enjoyed this pointless story! :D
Laughs to the people,
The Spoon. :D
PLEASE REVIEW if you love cheese! Thank you!
I also want to thank those who read, and those who reviewed my last two one shots. All of you are just freaken FANTASTIC! Thank you ever so much!
