A/N: well I'm working out some stuff and I needed some Kevin humor since I can only do Gwen angst lately. Let's get this rockin'.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sorry.

Gwen rounded the corner, the garage in sight. Kevin had said he was going to pick her up from karate. He had offered. Why would she refuse?

But then he didn't come. So she had to pick up a ride with Ben. And that was weird. She hated having to call her cousin for favors. He actually wanted then returned, unlike her boyfriend. Kevin just did things because they were together; he never asked a single favor.

Music was blaring from the garage, practically blowing out the redhead's eardrums. They were already ringing when she was within about ten yards of the building. And the massive garage door was closed. She couldn't imagine how loud it was inside.

But Gwen easily recognized the music that was echoing through the walls. It touched her ears and brought a bright, wide smile to her desolate features.

Soulja Boy. She hadn't heard that song in years now. And she used to love it. It still held the spot as the most played song on her iPod. None of her current favorites had yet outshone its high rank of two thousand eight hundred and nineteen plays.

The girl kept her grin on as she stared through one of the slits in the garage's panels. They let air into the massive warehouse-like space. And her eyes found Kevin.

Of course, he was dancing to it. Back when it was popular, if you didn't know the dance, your popularity was utterly screwed for the rest of your life. Gwen had to admit, he wasn't doing a half bad job at it.

Actually, he was doing it better than she could. And she knew the whole thing by heart.

When his back was turned to her for a few seconds, she slipped into the garage through the side door. She smiled and folded her arms across her chest.

Kevin turned back and blinked at his girlfriend in total horror; he clapped and the music shut off. It was like one of those clapping lamp things. He had always liked those. "I was supposed to pick you up, wasn't I?" he asked weakly, knowing this was the third time he had screwed up this week.

Gwen just nodded.

A silence ensued.

"So you know the Soulja Boy?" asked Gwen, still smiling evilly. Her emerald eyes glittered. She would get something out of this. Whether Kevin liked it or not.

He nodded, running his calloused fingers through his raven-colored locks. "You won't tell Ben, will you?"

"Ben knows it too," said the girl with the auburn hair. "I taught it to him." She looked over her boyfriend real fast, a grin still plastered across her face, making her look somewhat like the Joker. "Don't worry."

Kevin let out a quiet breath of relief.

"Come on." She stood there, arms unfolding. "Start up the music. You can't dance alone in here forever."

He opened his mouth to protest, but Gwen had already clapped and the music was blaring again, leaving behind the real world and sucking then into the realm of drowning sound and Superman.

A/N: I honestly never learned how to do the Soulja Boy. Pathetic, right? Anyways, review.

~Sky