A/N: So I got my cousin on FanFiction now. His penname is Dimitri Evanson. Not quite capable of posting yet, but he's not exactly perfect with grammar and such…

Anyways, I'm back from Turkey Break and I am ready to write again! Yay! And with so much inspiration. Had a few weird dreams while I was there.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.


"Twinkie!" screeched Ben from the backseat, slugging an irritated Kevin who was perched in the driver's seat. Ben's fist slammed into the dark teen who immediately wrenched around, grabbed the jade-eyed boy's wrist with one hand, the other still on the wheel to keep the car on the black paved road.

The dark teen's obsidian eyes were grave as his face remained stoic. "What... the... heck?" he asked, voice a nearly feral snarl. His friend had just randomly punched him in the arm. And it had actually stunned him a bit. He hadn't prepared for anything stupid like that.

"I saw a Twinkie," said Ben, a stupid smirk on his face. He managed to pull his wrist from Kevin's iron grip.

A bit of confusion crossed Kevin's features. "A what?" asked the Osmosian, clearly puzzled beyond belief. He had never had someone punch him in his car before.

"It's like the Punch-Buggy game," explained Ben quickly, voice over-excited about this. "You know the Punch-Bug game, right?"

His eyes darkened a little further. Kevin quietly shook his head. "Nope."

Ben's jaw dropped. It would've dropped to the floor if he hadn't had skin and bones holding it in place. "Never?" he asked weakly.

Once more, the dark Osmosian shook his head. "What is it?" he asked, watching his friend in the rearview mirror. He had never really played car games. He was more of a solo kind of guy. Ben of all people should've known that.

Ben was amazed that a guy who loved cars so much wouldn't know about a car-based game. It just blew his mind that Kevin had never played the Punch-Buggy game. "Here's how it works," began the brunette Tennyson, "when you see a Punch-Buggy, you punch someone. And if you say, 'No punch back', they can't punch you back. It's pretty easy. And Twinkie is the same thing, but with a yellow car. Doesn't even have to be a Punch-Buggy or anything. Just yellow."

Kevin let out a long sigh before reaching back and slugging Ben right in the chest, knocking the brunette back into his seat with a slight "Umphf!". "Twinkie," he said, a smug grin hugging his lips.

"I said-"

"You didn't say anythin' about not punching you back," snickered Kevin. He relaxed in his seat and steered the car down the long road with one hand.

Ben bit his tongue. He kept his eyes out the window for an excuse to punch Kevin again. A small Punch-Bug rolled past the window. The brunette gave the raven-haired teen's bicep a nice hard slug. "Punch-Buggy, no punch back!" yelled Ben, pumping one fist into the air victoriously after hitting his friend.

Kevin, once more spooked by Ben's fist pounding into his arm, jumped in the seat and turned on the brunette, eyes blazing furiously with an inferno of pitch black. He still held the wheel and kept his beloved Camaro on the road. "DUDE!"

"You can't punch me back," said Ben with a smirk. He folded his arms across his chest. He had the rules on his side. He loved having the rules.

Kevin grimaced before ripping his phone out of his pocket and dialing up his girlfriend who had been left off this routine patrol for studying. But that had been hours ago and she was free now. "Gwen," he began as soon as she picked up, "could you paint Ben's car yellow with the cans in my garage and drive past us about twenty times? Apparently, I'm not allowed to hit him unless I see a yellow car."

Kevin hung up shortly after Gwen gave him a quiet answer. A grin was plastered across his face and his eyes glittered with that familiar devilish gleam in them.

Ben gulped down his suddenly rising fear. He had a bad feeling he'd be hit an awful lot very soon.


A/N: Review!

~Sky