A/N: I'M BACK! Hallelujah. Man, I missed writing and posting and my inbox is full of… everything. I'm kinda afraid to log in at this point ^.^"

Anyways, CAR ARGUMENT FOR Y'ALL!

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Kevin ran his fingers through his long ebony locks. He stared at the black tire with the lack of air in it. All the others were perfect. But this one just happened to be flat. "Great," huffed the dark Osmosian.

Ben stuck his head out the window. "I think we got a flat," said the brunette Tennyson, a smile perched perfectly on his lips. "What do you think, Kev?"

Kevin's obsidian orbs flicked up to Ben's annoying face from the tire. "Well, it looks flat, it feels flat, so I'm pretty sure you got a flat, Benji.

There was a long pause. Then Ben said, "You gonna fix it for me, or what?"

Kevin's gaze found Ben again, this time holding a dark gleam of anger. "Dude, how many flats have you had this week?" asked the Levin boy, eyeing Ben suspiciously as if the brunette were capable of scheming something like this. "If I'm counting right, it's like the fifth or sixth..."

"Ninth," said Ben, a goofy grin plastered across his features. "So we can all tell that you're bad at counting." He knew his taunting would get to Kevin. And he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed smoothies.

Kevin suppressed his growing rage. He quietly moved back to his own car to grab his spare tire to at least manage to get Ben back to the garage before replacing his replacement tire. It looked weird for him to have three tires with the Omnitrix symbol on 'em but then have one without. And for it to look identical to the other three tires of his best friend's car. "Let's just hurry up and get this over with. I gotta meet Gwen at Burger Shack." He trudged back towards his own beloved vehicle, popped the trunk, and rummaged through the masses of alien tech for a tire.

"Oh, she told me you were meeting at the garage."

"Whatever," huffed Kevin, hauling the spare tire and his banged up red toolbox back towards Ben's car. "I'll talk to her later. It doesn't matter right now." He got to work quickly, jacking Ben's car up so he could slip off the flat and stick the new one right on. "And if this is gonna happen a lot, I oughta start chargin' ya for all this. It's gettin' a little ridiculous."

The bearer of the Omnitrix just grinned maniacally, not bothering to even get out of the car and help his friend.

"You should probably keep a spare from now on, Benji. I'm gettin' sick of you usin' all of my tires." He pulled out the nuts and bolts before sliding the tire off of the axle and tossing it aside. "I only got like one spare left and it's back at the garage. And what am I gonna do if I get a flat?"

"You're the mechanic," Ben pointed out. "Don't start asking me all these hard questions. I wouldn't know." He sighed quietly and thrummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "You know what? We should totally go throw a party!"

Kevin had already begun putting on the new tire. "Did you fall off your rocker? Ben, it's, like, midnight. Which makes me wonder why you're drivin' around anyways..." He pulled out his wrench and started fastening bolts onto the new tire. "No way. I'm goin' to meet Gwen, then I'm drivin' her home and then I get to go sleep, got that? No parties. And don't you have finals or somethin' tomorrow."

"Sure, but since when have I cared as much as Gwen and Jules do?" remarked Ben, pointing a finger to Kevin. "Come on, guys night out. Partying! It'll be good. And isn't your birthday in like a couple weeks? We'll just celebrate early!"

"I'm gonna go see your cousin," said Kevin, rising and hauling the toolbox back to his own car, "and then I'm goin' home."

Kevin slammed the trunk of his own car shut and looked to the spot where Ben had been only minutes ago. And the car was gone, dust in the space where it had previously sat, as if Ben sped away. The dark teen breathed a long sigh and reached into his pocket for his phone to call his redheaded girlfriend with. It wasn't there.

Kevin, giving up for the night, figured he could just catch her at the garage if she hadn't already left. Dropping himself into the driver's seat, he shoved the keys in the ignition and revved the engine nice and loud. His fingers found the gearshift and he put it in drive. Kevin stepped down on the pedal and crept forward a few feet-

-before stopping. Because a tire had gone flat. "And I found my phone..."


A/N: Oh Kevin… Review please!

~Sky