AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, everyone! Here's another little one-shot from yours truly. Enjoy!

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Don't own a single thing.

Gwen's POV:

This just couldn't happen. And if it did, Charmcaster would regret her actions for the rest of her short-lived life. Because I would hunt the witch down and murder her myself if she even touched Kevin. Kevin was mine forever, and she couldn't take that away.

I wouldn't let her.

"Put him down!" I screamed, my inflamed red hair whipping wildly around my body as I busted down the front door, smashing it to pieces. I snarled, my teeth baring in utmost anger and aggression as I glared into the low-light of the room.

Because there was Charmcaster; all caught up and high in her villainous ecstasy as she held up my unconscious, wounded boyfriend in her powerful magic by his legs. And by the look on her malevolent face, I could already tell she wouldn't be keen on letting him live.

Which was why I was here. I could feel my heart's beating switch over to hyper-speed; my fists clenching up into tight, white-knuckled balls.

"Oh, good. You've finally decided to join the show." The treacherous woman sneered, her icy, silver gaze narrowing at my sight. "And you're just in time for the big finale: me finishing off your little boyfriend." She cackled, tightening her grip on Kevin.

"You... wouldn't... dare." I growled ferociously, feeling the blood churn madly though my veins. But still, my body shook aggressively and my muscles trembled in overwhelming shock and fear. Because I knew very well that she would dare.

The evil sorceress smirked, sending a series of terrifying chills tumbling down my back and trailing along the course of my spinal chord. "Watch me."

And before I could move, even breathe, she clenched Kevin tightly one last time and he fell, lifeless and limp to the cold cement below.

No! My mind screamed out in antagonizing agony as my legs gave way and I dropped to my knees. Helpless and horrified, I shut my eyes, letting the violent sobs surge through my body as I felt my heart be torn away from my soul, lost forever in the surreal consternation. And suddenly, the world was spinning; surrounding me in pitch-black, melancholy darkness...

…...

I bolted up-right in bed, my chest heaving wildly beneath my night gown as beads of sweat trickled non-stop down my body.

A dream. It was just a dream. I thought to myself reassuringly. But the single fact that it had just been a dream was not nearly enough to soothe my scared-to-death heart, which was pounding frantically like drums in my chest. I needed someone to comfort me, but who the heck would be willing to do that at one o'clock in the morning?

Sighing, I pulled my trembling body back underneath the covers, forcing myself to try and get some much-needed shut eye.

And... I couldn't.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that same, vivid picture of Charmcaster murdering Kevin right before me; his dead body falling to the floor sickeningly...

I jumped up-right once more, my body shaking uncontrollably as tears poured rapidly down my cheeks. The dream had been so real. So, so real.

And I couldn't take it any more; I badly needed someone to calm me down and console me. Someone to tell me that Kevin was okay, I was okay, that everything was okay and I could just relax.

Fortunately, enough of the moon's luminescence was pouring down into the room through the windows to make seeing possible. Still trembling, I reached for the phone...

And called Kevin. Frankly, I didn't know who to call. But the thought of having an alive Kevin here, by my side... it sounded so much more comforting than the idea of having anyone else with me.

That was, until I remembered how utterly awkward it would be to have him lie down with me. In my bed. Yeah, that was me: the girl who never gave anything a second thought.

But, like most things in life, it was too late, because Kevin was on his way. And all that it took to make that happen was a quick: "Kevin, I need you over at my house, NOW. It's an emergency." Which he replied to with an urgent: "On it."

So of course now I felt stupid, and embarrassed, and even more stupid, and scared, and a little timid, and lastly pure fear because honestly, I was so busted with my parents.

So there I was; pacing nervously back and forth across my carpet, desperately trying to keep my panicky mind occupied with increasingly random thoughts. Because there were about a hundred trillion cons to this situation that required dealing with, and it was all thanks to moi and my little, self-blinding freakout. Like, for instance, what if I weirded Kevin out? In short, I was asking the guy to get into bed with me. What if he got nervous and ran away? What if I got nervous and ran away? What if he never talked to me again? God, I was a freaking idiot. And a scared one, at that.

I gasped and nearly toppled over with shock as I heard soft knocking against my bedroom window. Of course, it was only Kevin, his hands pressed to the glass as he peered in with curiosity and a hint of alarm. By his expression, I could tell that I had obviously scared him quite a bit with my middle-of-the-night phone call episode. Good. I thought. More self-blame to pile up onto my overflowing plate.

Trembling with uncertainty, I strode over to the window, flipping up the latches and prying the window wide open.

His face looking concerned, Kevin's form stumbled through the squared window frame and into my bedroom, his eyes sweeping over my body for any lingering signs of danger. "What's wrong, Gwen? Are you okay?"

I shivered. The cold, nocturnal air was ripping through the exposed skin of my neck, arms, and legs. And all I could do was gaze speechlessly up into Kevin's perfect pair of shining black eyes. I couldn't begin to think up any words to say; my voice box was like a frozen block of ice in my throat.

"Gwen...?" The onyx-eyed teen inquired softly, his feet shuffling forward and bringing us even closer.

And it was then that I snapped right out of my little space-out and remembered to talk and not to just stare. But I was so darn nervous to say anything at all.

"I... I was... scared..." I mumbled stupidly, my stare flickering down to my bare feet. I had never been any good at anything like this; anything involving something I wanted to do but knew I really shouldn't do. Kevin, I was positive, was an entirely different story when it came to those kinds of situations.

"Scared?" Kevin mused, one of his dark eyebrows arching in confusion. "Scared of what?"

"I... erm..." My words came out choked and uneven. "You see, I had a really, really bad dream, and..." I gulped, my hand reaching around nervously to grab my other arm from behind me.

"And...?" Kevin urged me on softly.

"And you... you died in it." I winced at the great pain of saying these words. "And now, I can't sleep, and I'm extremely afraid of going back to bed, well, without someone there with me to comfort me..." I admitted in a burst of words, my heart fluttering heavily in my chest as I bit my lower lip. My mind groaned. That was the dumbest thing to say in the history of dumbest things to say. Honestly, I could be the freaking mascot of Stupid Incorporated if I ever wanted to. I felt like a total idiot.

Kevin's dark eyes widened in surprise, and I felt my breathing cut short as he reached out to grab my arms and tug my body even closer towards his.

And I couldn't speak. Couldn't think. Couldn't remember any essence of who I was or what I was doing. I only knew one thing: he was so damn perfect. From his head of soft, ebony hair down to his sneakered toes, I loved every single thing about him. And here he was now, gazing down at me in utmost astonishment. Then the corner of his mouth suddenly quirked into a little smile. "So what you're saying is," Kevin started, never removing his fixed stare from mine. "You want me to sleep with you?"

Embarrassed beyond mention, I nodded shyly, my cheeks stained with a shade of deep scarlet. And it was then that I noticed that I was trembling; probably a mixture of the freezing room temperature and my overwhelming fear. Just what I needed.

And I found words to speak.

"But... you know..." I rambled on, my voice box working too well now. "Like... without the whole... sex part." I gulped, making a self-promise to destroy my voice box after all this was over. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Kevin nodded silently, unable to hold back his bright red blush.

"I just want you to know that..." I began, unable to control my short, shocked gasp as Kevin stepped closer. If closer was even possible at this point. "I... I'm not forcing you to... to do this." I shivered, my eyes wide with anxiety. "If you even say yes to it. I know it's all really quite stupid." I forced a weak, nervous smile, my stomach doing somersaults.

"Oh, Gwen." Kevin laughed lightly, taking my face gently into his cupped hands. "I don't need to be forced to spend my time with you. That's a given." He smirked, his smile spreading even wider as I grinned back up at him, laughing.

And I was so relieved that my brain went all fuzzy, or maybe it was just my realization of how close I now was to my boyfriend. But I didn't have any time to think about it. Because Kevin had moved in another step closer, bringing our lips together in a single, mind-bogglingly quick movement. I shut my eyes, winding my arms up and around his neck as I brought myself closer. The kiss was intoxicating, I could hardly get my lungs to breathe as my mind was completely blown away. Because Kevin always had that effect on me; whenever I was around him or near him, my heart felt like it would just explode into a gazillion tiny shards.

And I loved it. I loved him.

Slowly and unwillingly, Kevin ended the kiss, his dark eyes overflowing with emotion as they gazed down affectionately at me.

I smiled brilliantly up at him, finally knowing that I had made the right choice in calling Kevin for comfort. Because I always felt safe with Kevin.

Hand in hand, I led my dark-haired teen over to the bed, shivering when my soft skin slid against his as we began shuffling under the covers. But Kevin paused, staring out into space with concern.

"I... I don't want to make this seem like we're... well, I think you catch my drift." He peered down at me, and I nodded slowly. "I think I'll stay above the covers for now. It'll make you feel more comfortable about the whole situation." Kevin grinned. "This must be hard for you, what with your virtues and all."

"You know me too well." I smiled back snuggling into his strong arms. "Goodnight, Kevin."

"Goodnight Gwen." He said softly, gently stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

"And... thank you. For everything." I sighed happily, moving on to letting my eyelids droop shut.

"I'll always be here for you." He bent down to whisper into my ear, sending a series of shivers running down my spinal chord, much like in my dream.

But these were good shivers, happy ones. And now I had nothing to fear.

I eagerly let myself drift into a deep, good dream-filled sleep with Kevin by my side.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ENDING:

Okay! So there you go- a happy, little, fluffy Gwevin tidbit. My work is done here. Please review! :) Toodles, everyone!