He found that the door to Gwen's house was open, so Kevin strolled in slamming the door behind him.

"Kevin," Gwen yelled from her room, "is that you?"

"You'd better hope to God it's me," he said while walking to the kitchen for a snack. "If I was a murderer, you'd be pretty damn screwed."

"Haha I'm sure," the redhead sarcastically stated while walking down the stairs. "A normal human murderer against my anodite powers? Don't think so. I've fought worse."

As she entered the kitchen, she found Kevin rummaging through her fridge. There was already a bag of chips on the counter, so she suspected he was looking for something to drink. She enjoyed the view of him slightly bending over into the fridge…Kevin has a nice ass. The moment was ruined when her emerald eyes went wide as he took out a beer and closed the refrigerator.

"Kevin!" she exclaimed. "You can't drink that!"

"Gwen, it's no big deal. It's not like I'm going to get wasted off of one drink," the dark teen said nonchalantly.

"Kevin," she said walking over to him and snatching the beer from his hand. "I don't want you doing that. Not here anyway. My dad will see that a beer is missing, and he'll think I drank it."

"You can tell him it was me." Kevin said.

Gwen looked up at him with big eyes. "My dad already doesn't approve of you, Kev. If he finds out that you were here when I'm not supposed to have people over, and you were drinking, we would have a hard time seeing each other."

He could tell that she was just upset and trying to pick a fight, so he backed her up against the wall and gave her a good long hug. Gwen breathed in his scent and was calmed by his touch. She closed her eyes and put her free hand on one of his broad shoulders. She rested her forehead on his chest.

They parted after a blur of a minute.

"Well," the boy said sighing "when all else fails, there's always lemonade."

The redhead gave a little smile and put the beer back. She then got out the lemonade and poured a glass for Kevin, who was now sitting on the counter eating chips.

"So why'd ya want me to come over?" Kevin mumbled with a mouthful of chips. "Something about Ben?"

"Yeah" Gwen said hopping onto the counter perpendicular to Kevin. "I need you to apologize to him."

Kevin almost chocked.

"What? You want me to apologize to Ben? For what?"

"For something you said to him!"

"Gwen," Kevin said putting down the chips. "There are many offensive, insulting things I've said to Ben. I'm not serious-I just like messing with him."

"Kevin!" Gwen exclaimed in her usual tone.

"Okay-what did I say that is so different than what I normally say to him," he said picking up the lemonade.

Gwen straightened up and had a hint of seriousness to her voice.

"You called him a foot faggot."

At this, Kevin burst out in a fit of laughter. Gwen just sat there, a bit disappointed.

"Kevin," she tried to say while he was still laughing. "Excuse me!" She hopped off the counter and crossed her arms. Kevin calmed down and listened.

"Soccer is Ben's sport. He takes pride in it, and that specific insult was very…insulting."

Kevin sighed. "Alright. Whadd'ya want me to do?"

"Just text him. Get out your phone."

Kevin took his phone out of his pocket, opened it and pressed a few buttons.

The text so far: "Dear

He paused, then looked straight up at Gwen.

"Does Dumb Ass have a hyphen?"