A/N: I can't stand the number thirteen. I have thirteen chapters and I've been panicked about it since I noticed. So here's another Car Argument to fix that. Sorry, but it's one of those issues i seem to keep finding. i don't like having thirteen reviews either, so if anyone notices that, please fix it for me!

Kevin had only left for ten minutes to grab a bite for breakfast. Turns out, a drive-thru won't turn down anyone on foot. Especially one willing to wait in a line for that long and risk their life by being hit by a car. He was determined. It was one of his better traits.

He'd gotten back to the garage and had a weird sense that something was wrong. Either that or paranoia.

Gwen was there. So was Ben. And his car.

And it was covered in lights. Red, green, blue and every color in the rainbow. Garland was hung around the mirrors. Sparkles and fake snow were across the hood and trunk and inside on the dashboard. Silver streamers on the front, blocking the licencse plates.

"Surprise!" Ben yelled, doing a stupid little dance. He seemed over excited with himself. "We decorated your car for Christmas!"

The redhead could see the disgust on Kevin's face. "Ben, I think you should shut up."

"Why?"

Kevin was just staring at it. "Why must you guys destroy my car?" he whined.

"We didn't destroy it," Ben said, putting on a pouty face. "We tricked it out!"

"With lights?" His face had dropped and was staring wide-eyed at his prized possession.

"And this sparkly stuff that I found!" He picked up silver streamers and threw them on the hood. "See? It's awesome."

"Maybe we should leave…" Gwen suggested quietly, but Ben wasn't done yet.

He looked at his work. "Now, we can drive it around."

Kevin was dumb-founded. "You guys totally trashed it…"

"Come on! We gotta drive and spread the cheeriness!"

"That's not a word," his cousin pointed out. She hadn't thought this would happen. She'd thought he'd react… not this way. "We should probably go…"

"Benji, lemme ask you something," the dark teen started. He blinked a few times and breathed deeply, trying not to strangle the younger boy. "Would any sensible person really drive around in a car where the windshield is covered by tinsel, streamers and colored lights?"

The boy stood there for a second. "Well-"

"That's right. No one would. You couldn't see out to drive anywhere and we'd probably kill some innocent bystander. Do you really want to do that to some little old lady out there who doesn't even know her fate could be caused by an idiot in a green jacket?"

Ben sighed. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll clean off the windshield."

Kevin couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "You do know that my reputation would be at risk. Me driving around in a car decorated like a freaking tree would be killer for my image."

"It's Christmas Eve, Kev. You're supposed to have fun!" Ben protested.

This received a shaking head. "No, I'm not going anywhere. I'll clean this up," he said rolling his eyes. "It'll take me all day, but I'll finish eventually."

The girl was getting sick of it. "We decorated. Big deal," she said fiercely.

"Yes, big deal. I work all year on this car. Do you understand how much damage these lights could cause? They could scrape the paint or-"

"Whatever, Kevin. Let's go, Ben." She took her cousin's hand and pulled him out of the garage in the blink of an eye. "We worked hard on that!" Gwen yelled over her shoulder. Then they disappeared.

The one remaining stared at their efforts, still disgusted. He soaked in the damages to his ride before setting to work at repairing them. Then an idea came and he froze. That would work.

Later that night, the doorbell at Gwen's house rang and she was on her last nerve. The door flew open her face winced against the cold air and she screamed, "I SWEAR, IF YOU'RE ANOTHER CAROLER WANTING FIGGY PUDDING, YOU CAN GO TO A STORE! WE DON'T HAVE ANY!"

He blinked a few times. "Didn't know you felt that way, Gwen." Kevin was standing there in his dark shirt and hat. His expression was windswept and paler.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, softly, letting her anger subside. "I thought you were mad."

"Ben's waiting. You wanna come?" Kevin threw a thumb over his shoulder and pointed to the car, lit up like a mobile tree on the curb at the bottom of her driveway. "I cleared off the windshield so all little old ladies in Bellwood are safe from my erratic driving with the lights and crud."

"You didn't take it off?" Her surprise came off in waves.

"What can I say?" he laughed with a shrug, "It grew on me. Plus, Ben said it spreads cheer."

Gwen smiled. "And that is definitely something you need." She leaned on the doorframe.

"So you in?"

She thought it over for a second and brushed the fake snow from her cheek. "I'll be out in a second."

A/N: fixed my thirteen problem. Lol. Hope you enjoyed this short one.

~Sky