A/N: so I just realized the last fic was really contrasting to the one before it. Let's take it to another Gwevin moment to keep that little theme going for now!

okay, so this is another one of those crazy things that my LA teacher tellz us. All we usually hear is metaphors, beautiful words and symbols, and crazy stories so we don't always learn a ton, but we get by with straight A's as long as we do our hmwk. So I have a lot of freetime to write. Or at least sketch stuff out…

The point, this is a crazy story from my LA teacher!! Got it? Awesome!

Disclaimer: I own Ben 10. Yes, yes I do. Psh! I wish!!!

The snow fell in crystalized shapes and patterns around the green and black vehicle as it swerved around another corner, the two occupants of the car snug with the heat at full blast. The driver was bundled in a lightweight black jacket; strange for the wintery weather. Not like he cared in the slightest. The passenger had her head leaned against the window, a green and blue and white hat with a little pompom on the top. The driver's only thought on it was that it made her look sickeningly and painfully adorable. It made him want to kiss her just that much more.

Stupid hat.

Kevin wore his normal devilish smirk, his hands loose on the steering wheel. One finger tapped along to the beat of some random punky song that was background music in the car. It was just him and Gwen, Ben off for another date with Julie. The pier, of course. Kevin being a chauffer kind of sucked, but he had fun torturing Ben no matter where they were. But he liked spending time with Gwen. So he deemed the driving worth it.

Analyzing his face, the redhead could easily detect his thoughts, not through mana, but through the experiences that they'd always been through together. When he smiled like that… Gwen knew problems would only come with it. "What are you scheming?" The ride had almost been completely void of conversation.

"Scheming?" He put up that faker's face that he had excelled at. Being a con-man made things like that easy in a sense of the word. More like easy peasy lemon pie. He liked his own version of the phrase better.

"Yes, Kevin." She put one hand to support her head instead of leaning against the window. "What are you planning today?"

He debated telling her his thought process and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the hood of the car at a stoplight. It all suddenly flew up towards the windshield as the car was suddenly thrown back into motion. The wipers kicked it off the sides of the glass. "Just a thought."

Gwen let out a little sigh. "Could you explain this thought?" She wondered why his brain hadn't exploded from thinking.

"I could…" He said no more, only gliding the car around another turn towards the highway. They weren't going back to the garage and they had no plans, so why not just drive for the night?

"And you probably should…" Gwen wanted him to continue. But she wasn't going to risk pushing him over his edge.

"That I should." He said no more.

The girl huffed. "Tell me or I kill the car."

Kevin let out a true laugh, no chuckling or snickering, but a real laugh for the first time in a long time. His eyes were wary and guarded. It wasn't that he was scared. He was scared for the car. "You wouldn't."

A bit of mana appeared, slowly swirling around her hand in a pink glow of energy. "Wanna bet on that?"

He smiled. "I was just planning."

"Planning? You? I'm already amazed your head didn't explode from thinking," she stated, clearly losing patience with him. Not like it was hard to do in the first place. The mana disappeared around her hand, returning it to its fragile state.

With a short chuckle, Kevin hid the offense he had truly taken from that. "Well, it's snowing and I was wondering how a heist would go over if the roads were blocked and I had a snowmobile. And the power would have to be out across the city."

She only raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, so this would totally work," Kevin started, taking one hand off the wheel to gesture. "If I-" he pointed to himself, "-had a snowmobile, I would be able to rob a bank, no problem, no questions asked. Cars couldn't catch me. Roads are blocked. Video cameras would be powered down. And if I headed into the woods, the speed would cut off any footmen and I'd be gone in less than a heartbeat." He grinned, leaning back further into his seat.

Gwen was amazed he was capable of thinking that far. "Please don't tell me you've got a snowmobile," she groaned.

"The step does," Kevin pointed out. "I'm entirely willing to steal it from him just out of spite and crash it somewhere so he'll be pissed."

Of course. Gwen should've known. "Kevin, you've changed."

He sighed with a loving look buried deep in his dark obsidian eyes, saying, "Gwen, you know I wouldn't go back to that if Argit paid me to. I mean, unless he's got a pretty good amount on him. But I doubt that, and I'm not going to do that to you, okay? You have to trust me. Although, I might still smash the snowmobile."

"I'm fine with that," the redhead laughed, reaching over to twine her fingers with Kevin's, a soft smile playing across her lips. "Just don't hurt anyone."

His expression became thoughtful. "No promises," he mumbled and the car sped on.

~CUT TO FUTURE GWEVIN!~

Years later, Gwen found her fingers twined with his once more, the Plumber radio cranking out some mindless droning. Neither listened to it, but just absorbed the company of the other.

Then came out a few words from the normal police radio.

"Yesterday," it started then paused for some static outburst. "-a snowmobile stole the entire savings-" It cut to static again, Gwen's eyes locked on Kevin's and he was entirely oblivious. She had remembered his plans over the time they'd spent together. "-of a bank in Bellwood. The vehicle-" It spluttered out again. "-disappeared into the thick cover of trees by night. The roads were too-" The voice cut out once more. Gwen was now glaring at Kevin. His eyes stared ahead, into the night that twinkling with winking stars. "-blocked for any police to get there in time. No video was captured and it seems that the suspect has vanished." Then the radio shut down altogether, the transmission ending.

The Plumber radio kept blanking in and out as the other did, but with entire intergalactic crimes, it was never quiet for very long. Neither was Gwen.

"Did you really, Kevin?! You told me you wouldn't do that!" She pulled her hand away from his, angered gaze falling out into the side roads that they passed through slowly, only at about seventy miles an hour due to the icy roads and snow that was falling around them. The girl debated punching his bicep so hard that he wouldn't be able to move his arm for a week.

He gave her a slightly questioning look. "What'd I do?"

She couldn't believe him. "You really went through with it! I cannot understand why in the world you'd do that!" The fury lit up her face a pale reddening color underneath her naturally pinkish pale flesh, heat attacking her cheeks like wolves.

"I'm serious, Gwen, I have no idea what you're talking about!" He hadn't done anything to piss her off lately. He hoped. And by the sounds of it, he hadn't forgotten her birthday or anything so obviously stupid. He was smarter than that. Again, he hoped. "What did I do?"

"You robbed that bank!"

"What bank are we talking about? And do you mean recently or before? There's nothing under the recently category and before, there's a pretty long list." By before, he meant before he had taken a different side of life, taking the role of a hero.

"KEVIN ETHAN LEVIN!"

"What?!" He wasn't sure whether to defend himself or to just agree with her to keep her happy. But he had a feeling she'd be annoyed either way.

"Did you rob that bank?!"

"No!"

"But the snowmobile plan you had a few years back, it sounded just like it!" Her eyes narrowed as her head whipped back to look at him. Her red hair was splayed across the leather, sticking to it with static. "I thought-"

Kevin laughed impossibly hard.

Gwen just sat there confused.

With tears in his eyes, Kevin looked over to Gwen and another round of hysterics came over him. He leaned forward, his head resting on the steering wheel. The pain in his chest came around whenever he laughed like that. It was like a burning sensation that lasted for hours later that felt like he'd been running for hours on end without water or even the slightest break in pace. "You're kidding, right?!"

When she shook her head, he howled with laughter again, drowning out both radios, which had started their incessant babbling static chatter again.

"What?!" Gwen finally asked.

He had to regain some thought to form a reasonable response. "Gwen…" he started, but then pursed his lips to quit from snickering. A smile was plastered to his face, irremovable.

She was losing patience. "Tell me!"

"Gwen, I destroyed any access I had to a snowmobile years ago!" He pulled his forehead from the steering wheel, a thick reddish mark where it had indented his skin. "I smashed it into a tree and then took a baseball bat to it and after that hooked up some tech and totally annihilated it and the tree!" Kevin was enjoying the memories of it. "I wouldn't do that. And besides, it was just a thought. I wasn't actually going to go through with it!"

The girl felt very stupid for even accusing him of criminal activity again. He hadn't done anything illegal in months. "Sorry." Her voice sounded weak now in the newly founded silence of the car. Both radios had spluttered out into hushed static.

"I don't care, Gwen. It's just funny that you actually remembered it!" He gave another heartfelt chuckle. "God, that's hysterical."

"Glad you find my stupidity funny."

"Yes," he said with his cocky smirk. "Yes, I do." His rough, calloused hand closed around her fragile, soft one over the console as the snow drifted around the car once again.

A/N: man, I loved this!!!! I dream of Kevin destroying snowmobiles!!!! R&R plz!!

~Sky