A/N: Popped into my head yesterday and had to get it out today.

Disclaimer: I own Skylark and Eliza in their brief cameo appearance here. That is all. Everyone else mentioned: Man Of Action owns them, not me.

"How was your day?" Ken asked his best friend as he dropped his backpack that weighed at least a hundred pounds onto the floor of the Levin kitchen.

Devlin picked up a mini-tomato from the box he had pulled out of the fridge and popped it into his mouth. "I got two papers due next Thursday," Devlin replied, tossing his best friend one of the little red fruits that he had been munching on so avidly. "I also have a whole engineering project to finish this weekend, but most of it's done, so I just gotta assemble it." Devlin's blue eyes shifted from his after school snack to his best friend. "How was your day?"

Ken collapsed into the chair beside his best friend and leaned back, face turned to the ceiling's skylight. He snacked on the little fruit thing before delivering his pains of the day to Devlin. "Today was horrible," he groaned before suddenly smacking his face down on the table like he has just lost all control over his muscles.

Devlin popped another tiny tomato into his mouth. He knew this routine well enough. Ken would start with a question that would seem innocent enough. Today's question was the "How was your day?" bit that would suddenly snowball into something horrible. The eighteen-year-old Levin boy has caught onto his best friend's antics over the years that they were raised practically side-by-side. When Kenny asked a question that seemed too formal to be natural, he wants you to ask him the same exact thing because he has something to say. And Devlin rolled with it.

The story of Kenny's horrible day began to tumble from his mouth like a river let loose from a dam that had been holding it back. "I walked to school because no one's taking me to get my license and a dog ripped my jeans. Right in the butt."

"Let's keep this PG," suggested Devlin as he ate another tomato. He knew he'd have the whole box done by the time Kenny finished this story.

Ben's son continued. "I'm smart-" Devlin bit back a comment. "-and I keep a spare pair of jeans in my locker at all times, you know? Tryin' to be all smart and stuff and come prepared and those jeans are so tight that I'm walking around like I'm in a monkey suit or something."

"I'm pretty sure you'd fit better in a monkey suit," remarked Devlin with a ghost of a smile dancing across his pale lips. He ate another tomato thing. He couldn't help that one. It was too good. He kept quiet on the smart part, but monkey suits were irresistible.

Ken let out another long, exhausted sigh. "You know what? Just because you're built like your dad and 'cause you're practically made of muscle does not mean you have the right to go around and make fun of the rest of us for being small people."

Pausing mid-munch, Devlin mulled over this for a moment until a cocky grin crept across his features. "Actually, I think it does," he replied in a smug tone that he had picked up over the years. "And I wouldn't say you're small exactly." Devlin tilted his head to one side. "Scrawny is more like it."

Kenny huffed with obvious irritation before continuing once again. "So, as I was saying, I'm walking around in a monkey suit and then some chick flings open her locker and slams the door into my face." He pointed to a slightly brownish ring around one of his eyes. "She was a moron in a skirt."

"Aren't they all?" asked Devlin as two of his younger sisters pranced in, both wearing skirts. Because Sky and Eliza were just that adorable. And then pranced back out after kidnapping a fresh pan of brownies. And Devlin was eating tomatoes. How had he missed the brownies?

Ken snapped in front of Devlin's sapphire eyes before continuing. "And so then I'm walking up the stairs, trying to get to Chemistry before Mr. Browchen closes the door and I do a faceplant on the stairs right in front of Lindseay-"

"Ouch."

"Yeah, I know, right? She's hot!" Kenny ran a hand through his short brown hair. "And so she actually steps on me-"

"Dagger through the heart," commented Devlin, shaking his head. After staring at each fruit for a moment, he picked another tomato out of the box. He wanted to be exact in which one he wanted to eat.

"She's a moron."

"In a skirt," added the Levin boy.

"And so later, I decide to skip the stairs because I know I'll see her again and I ask one of the teachers to let me use the elevator instead of the stairs and they put a key in the lock thing and the doors open and I hit the button on the thing and the doors close, right?" Ken took a breath from such a long sentence. "And then it starts moving. And then stops. Like, right between floors."

Devlin couldn't help but snicker.

"So, after two hours of being trapped in an elevator, I finally get out with the help of that fireman that your dad knows-"

"Jim?" asked Devlin, one black eyebrow raising questioningly.

"Mhm," responded Kenny.

A short laugh escaped Devlin. "Jim is awesome. He always brings tacos."

As if Kenny's day wasn't bad enough, he folded his arms angrily across his chest and stated, "Jim didn't bring me any tacos..."

"It's a family thing," said Devlin, waving a hand to shoo away the unwanted subject. "Back to your 'horrible' day."

"And Lindseay's standing there staring at me when I step out. Half the school was there." Kenny snatched another tiny tomato from the box. "It was just bad."

Devlin shook his head sullenly while making a "tsk tsk" noise.

"I also got a paper cut in History, I bashed my head into a locker while I was walking and texting, and I have a 'Hamlet' paper due tomorrow, three Spanish worksheets, a whole Chemistry chapter to summarize, and an Advanced Trigonometry test tomorrow to study for." Ken was eager to groan again to put extra emphasis on his misery.

"Anything else?"

"The dog got me again while I was walking home," moaned Ken, popping his tomato in his mouth before looking to get another one.

The final tomato in the box just sat there for a moment. Devlin eyed Kenny and Kenny eyed Devlin. A small battle ensued and, needless to say, the Tennyson boy ended up on the floor while the Levin teen munched on his well-won tomato.

A/N: Haha, I love those boys… Review please!

~Sky

P.S. Props to anyone who can tell me where Jim's from!