A/N: So I just had to make another OC bcuz Kevin's not crazy enough for some of Ben's antics. So meet Christian!!! He's going to be Ben's partner in randomness whereas Kevin is Ben's partner in crime… u kno wut I mean. I don't like Bevin!!! Set in UA or after Alien Swarm.

Disclaimer: only Christian is mine. Everything else, not mine

Ben shoved the key into the slot. He turned it. The engine didn't rev. The headlights and dashboard didn't light up. It didn't start.

His friend was in the seat beside him. "YOU KILLED IT!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!" Christian slid out of the passenger door and walked around to the driver's side of his friend's car. "YOU KILLED THE POOR CAR, BEN!"

He stared at the key that sat in his palm. "OH MY GOD, I KILLED IT!"

"HECK YAH, YOU DID!" Chris slapped the back of his head. "YOU KILLED THE CAR!"

"MY POOR CAR!" Ben stretched his arms out and hugged the car to the best of his ability. "I'M SO SORRY, CAR!"

"WHY ARE WE YELLING?!" asked his friend, still, obviously, yelling.

"I KILLED IT, CHRIS!"

"I KNOW, BEN!"

Ben hugged the car even more. "PLEASE TURN ON CAR! PLEASE TURN ON! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ABANDONED PARKING LOT AND YOU DIED SO PLEASE TURN ON 'CAUSE YOU IS THE AWESOMEST CAR IN THE WORLD!"

Where was Kevin when they needed him?

On a date with Gwen.

Christian looked around the parking lot. "Dude, guess what I just realized."

"What?" Ben stroked the black and green car that was now his with the back of his hand, hoping it would roar to life any second now.

"WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ABANDONED PARKING LOT!"

"I KNOW THAT, CHRIS!"

"BEN!"

"WHAT?!"

"WE CAN DANCE!" Chris jumped out from the parking space that he had been standing in and landed in the middle of the street that ran between the two lanes of spaces. "IN THE STREET!"

Ben's face just lit up. He had never been allowed to dance in the middle of the street. Never ever. "WOOOOOOOOO!" He followed Christian's lead and jumped out into the middle of the parking lot and started dancing randomly.

So his friend started singing and doing the Macarena. "OUR CAR IS DEAD! OUR CAR IS DEAD! OUR CAR IS DEAD!"

"OUR CAR IS DEAD! OUR CAR IS DEAD! OUR CAR IS DEAD!" Ben joined in. He was doing his 'Single Ladies' dance. "OOUUUURRRR CCCAAARRRRR IISSSS DEAADDDD!"

No cars passed them. No engine was rumbling nearby. Neither of them bothered to call for help. They were stranded almost twenty miles away from Bellwood and dancing randomly in the middle of an abandoned parking lot. Ben was shaking his butt everywhere while Christian was spinning in random ballerina circles.

"OUR CAR IS DEAD!" screamed Ben to the sky as he dropped to his knees in exhaustion almost two hours later.

Chris fell next to him only moments later. "Okay, now I'm tired. Can we go home now?"

"Car's dead. Didn't you notice?"

They both rolled over to face the black and green vehicle. It was still motionless and dead. No lights were on. No pounding of the engine under the hood. No smoke coming from the exhaust pipe.

"Crap," Chris growled, his cheek smacking the black top only a moment later. "This sucks."

"We still got to dance in the street…" Ben stared up at the sky. "That cloud looks like a giraffe with a viking hat on…"

"WHERE?!" Chris flipped over again to stare up at the sky. "No, it's a freaking chameleon. Duh."

Ben reached over and slapped Chris. "Giraffe with a viking hat!"

"CHAMELEON!"

"I WANNA GO HOME!"

"ME TOO!"

They lay there, out of breath.

"How do we get it to run?" asked Chris.

"Dunno." Ben shrugged. "Kevin built it."

"Call him."

"He'll be pissed to know that my car died."

"It didn't die," Christian clarified. "You killed it."

"I'm a murderer."

"A car murderer."

There was a silence.

Chris was left to wonder. "Can we just walk home?"

"No. We gotta bring the car with."

"Crap."

Another silence followed.

Chris jumped up. "Let's look at the engine."

Ben pressed himself off the ground. "Kevin's going to kill me. He's going to see what I did and then kill me in my sleep and then kill me again."

"How?"

"Kevin has ways." Ben ran his hand through his hair.

Chris peeled the hood off the engine.

"Okay, do you know how to fix cars?"

"No. OOOO, BUT IT'S PRETTY UNDER HERE! LOTZA FANCY LOOKIN' WIRES AND STUFFS!"

They were ultimately screwed.

Ben closed the hood on Christian's head. "COME ON! WE GOTTA GET HOME BEFORE I MISS MY CURFEW AND KEVIN COMES TO KILL ME IN MY SLEEP!"

"Awwwww…" Christian patted his friend's back even though his head was stuck under the hood. "It's okay. I'll come to your funeral unless Kevin comes to kill me too. Then I'll meet you six feet under, 'kay?"

"Okey-doke." Ben let Chris pull his head out from under the hood.

They stood there.

"I'm going to call my mom…" Ben sheepishly pulled out his phone.

"Twenty miles out of Bellwood and you murdered your car. We have to hide the body, Ben!" Chris ripped the phone out of Ben's hands and threw it on the ground. "HIDE THE BODY!" He threw all his weight against the trunk end of it.

The car didn't budge.

Ben did the same, trying to push the car forward.

It rolled a few inches.

Right off the edge of a cliff.

Both boys fell to their knees, Chris laughing in triumph, screaming, "THE BODY HAS BEEN HIDDEN! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Ben stared down at it. The dead car rolled off yet another cliff located at the bottom of the smaller one and fell out of sight.

"WOOOOOOOOO!" cheered Christian, running around in circles.

Ben could only think one thing. "Kevin is going to kill me in my sleep and then kill me again, kill me again, then throw me in a pit of fire and give my remains to wolves to eat."

A/N: BAHAHAHAHA!!! ......... BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! REVIEW!!! BAHAHAHAHA!!!!

~Sky

P.S. part two of this will be added to Car Arguments… hehehe…