A/N: Ha. Just needed some humor after last night... That was a killer episode.
Disclaimer: I own no part of this.
Ben looked over to Kevin, jade eyes questioning.
"Oh god." Kevin knew that look all too well. And he hated it. It usually meant they were going to get into some random discussion over something trivial and entirely useless in the long run. It seemed to be happening more frequently when Gwen left them alone. "What is it, Tennyson?"
"Do you have a credit card?" asked Ben.
An eyebrow raised and then Kevin replied, "Uh... no." He put his hand back on the wheel of his beloved car as he watched the clock to see when they would have to go pick Gwen up from her karate class or lesson or whatever it was. "Why?"
"Because if you did have one, you could totally be some kind of ninja." A grin was spreading across Ben's face. "I know you can already pick locks with your powers and such, but a credit card is just one swipe and you're in." He eyed Kevin curiously. "And how do you pay for your gas, anyways?"
"There's this cool new thing, it's called 'cash'." Kevin rolled his deep obsidian eyes in Ben's general direction. He snorted and said, "Tennyson, a credit card ain't gonna make me any cooler than I already am." He leaned back in his seat a little more, his hands falling from the wheel to his knees. "And it couldn't even begin to salvage what little reputation you have left."
"But it makes life easier."
"And racks up bills," countered the dark teen, shifting the car into gear as he noticed the clock was slowly approaching the peak of the hour. He'd have to get Gwen from karate soon. "Just drop it, Benji." And the green and black striped Chevy Camaro pulled from the parking space it had been hiding in onto the open road.
"Well, you could get a flat-screen tv for the garage," continued the brunette teen; ideas had suddenly flooded his head with thousands of thoughts. "Or more alien tech!"
"Tech dealers only take cash, straight up." Kevin's eyes narrowed on the blacktopped road that stretched out in front of the vehicle's hood. "They don't do IOUs." He tugged the wheel towards the left, gliding the car around a sharp corner. "Think about it: Would you trust a con-artist to pay you back?" A smile pulled upwards at the corners of his lips.
Realizing what Kevin meant, Ben sank deeper into his seat, arms now folded across his chest. A single word passed his lips.
"Touche."
A/N: haha. Oh, i needed that... please review...
~Sky
