AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, I have totally been neglecting this Fanfic, so here's a whole new reason why Kevin shouldn't live with Gwen, and it's a pretty darn good reason, if you ask me. And just a warning before you read this; things WILL get freaking insane.

STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
I do not, have not, and will not ever own Ben 10, 'cause MOA beat me to the punch.

The 10 Reasons Why Kevin Shouldn't Live With Gwen
Reason #2: Basket Riding

Nobody's POV:

Kevin Levin snickered to himself as he dragged the laundry basket to the edge of the top of the three flights of stairs, tightening the strap of his old biking helmet as he pulled it on. Mrs. Tennyson had taken Gwen out to go shopping, and Mr. Tennyson was away at his work, so now was the ideal moment to try out something he had always wanted to do: ride down a stair case in a laundry basket.
Was he crazy? Yes.
Did he care? No.
Chuckling to himself, the dark-haired teen slowly lowered himself into the basket, a look of complete joy upon his face. And he silently began the countdown to push-off.
One...
Two...
Three!
Shrieking with jubilancy, Kevin pushed off; his little, unstable basket zooming down the staircase so fast, he almost peed his pants. His face as pale as snow, the ex-ruffian clutched the edges of the basket with tense, white-knuckled fists. And Kevin began to scream, his heart hammering uncontrollably.
As he neared the last flight of stairs, the adrenaline-powered teenager could distinctly hear the opening and closing of a door, and the sounds of voices and footsteps filled the house.
And Kevin knew he was screwed from the moment an unaware Mrs. Tennyson stepped out into the specific area his laundry basket was headed towards, her back turned to him as she watered her plants.
The problem: he was going way too fast to slow down.
His black gaze wide with fear, Kevin opened his mouth to scream out a warning to the woman. But Gwen, who was now standing, her mouth wide open, as she stared in complete horror at the approaching death machine, got to that first.
"MOM! RUN FOR IT!" She screamed, running over to grab her perplexed mother's arm, and tried desperately to pull her away.
"What? Honey, what's..." Lily Tennyson began, her question abruptly cutting off as she was suddenly slammed into and knocked down by a certain ex-con and his laundry basket-riding operation. The woman screamed as Kevin and his basket proceeded to flip over; the battered plastic household item smashing into Mrs. Tennyson's plants and causing their vases to go cascading across the room and shatter noisily against the floor.
And all went quiet.
Trembling, Lily Tennyson weakly pulled herself from the wreckage, her body painfully working its way over to the destroyed remains of her flowers. She shook her head, bending over to examine her beheaded beauties. "Why is it always my flowers?" She moaned.
Kevin coughed as he pushed the demolished laundry basket off of him, and an exasperated Gwen walked over to help him to his feet.

"I guess I should've crash tested that first, huh?" Kevin admitted with a weak smile, feeling not-so-very-comfortable as his words were greeted with cold glares from two very unhappy Tennysons.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ENDING:

Well, THAT didn't turn out so good for Kevin. Told you guys this chapter would be crazy! Haha, okay, I'm done here. Review below, por favor! See ya!