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It's Gotta Be You—Backstreet Boys

It made Ben crazy how the two were always battling it out on the stupidest topics and yet worked so well together on various things.

"I've never felt this way before," Kevin had confided with Ben one night while the two were watching Sumo Slammers. "She makes me loose my edge."

"One," Ben said, "I can't believe you like my cousin. Two, what edge?" Kevin punched him in the gut. "Ow!"
"I promise I'll be true to her."

"That's a little weird, Kev," Ben said.

"What?" he asked. "Ain't I suppose to ask you permission to date her or somethin'?"

"No," Ben said slowly, "that would be her dad and brother."

"Hell no! No way am I asking either of them. Can't I just ask you or something?"

"Why me?" Ben asked.

Kevin sighed. "I see you everyday, I kick alien butt with you on a daily basis, and if you say no I can always plummet you into the ground."

"Lucky me."

"Please?" Kevin pleaded. That's right, pleaded.
"Are you sure it's her?" Ben asked.

"It's gotta be her."