A/N: Okay, I've loved the feedback I got. Thank you soooooooo much!!!! It makes me feel like my stuff is actually good. Lol. So here's another. I kinda wing it cuz that seems to be easier… Wish this one luck!!!

Kevin's Home

A redheaded girl entered the garage. "Kevin?" she called, hoping he was there. His car was there. Odds were, so was he.

Gwen looked in the green car, running her fingers over the cool metal framework. She loved his car even if it came before her sometimes in the owner's eyes. It was easy to relax in. Cool and calming, to sit in that passenger seat beside him and wish that one day she would be able to rest her head on his shoulder as the car rolled along. She knew she was still important to him. Very important. Maybe more than she could understand…

A form moved in the backseat. A blanket was pulled higher over a warm, pale body. Dark hair cast shadows over the face in the faded sunlight of the morning.

She looked in, trying to focus on the face.

Sure enough, Kevin was sleeping in the backseat.

Did he even leave the garage? Why doesn't he go home? Gwen thought. Someone has to be taking care of him. He said something about his mom after we got our Plumber's badges. Where's she? Why doesn't she call and tell him to get his butt home?

He rolled over enough to nearly fall, but miraculously, he stayed on the seat.

Oh my god. The realization hit Gwen. He lives in his car.

It explained why he took care of it so much. It was his home and his life, not just a car. That thing was the only thing he could really rely on to always be a comfort. It was more expensive than an apartment, but it also doubled as transportation, which made it cheaper than the two put together. After a bit more thinking, it made sense.

He can't stay like this. What if his car is stolen? He won't have anywhere to live. He'll be staying on the streets again, alone and broken. The streets could change him back. Back to the old Kevin. Gwen knew how much it meant to him, but she didn't understand the full extent of his love for that vehicle. Her mind told her not to bother him about it, but something in her heart knew she had to help. I won't let that happen.

But how? He'd say it was fine. He'd even deny it if that'd get her to ignore the problem. Maybe his obsession was already too deep.

Kevin shifted again, the sunlight through the windshield bugging him. He put his hand over his face, trying to block it out.

This isn't good for him. What if he parks in the sun and dies of heatstroke? The thought of the dark teen accidentally dead, killed by his own car and stupid mistakes… She wouldn't accept it. Finally gaining the courage, she knocked on the window.

Kevin bolted upright. He hit his head on the roof of the car.

Gwen couldn't help but smile. The boy was funny when he didn't even try. Just the dumbest things could spark a little laugh. She opened the car door. "Kev, it's just me."

"Oh." He put a hand on his head, making sure there wasn't any serious damage. His deep brown eyes met Gwen's perfect emerald green. "When did you get here? It's early." Kevin looked out to see the sun barely rising over the buildings in the distance. "Really, really early." The car's clock read eight o'clock

"I wanted to see if you'd finished working on your car yet," she lied. There really was no reason to visit him in the garage. Just to see his face. That always seemed to be a good enough reason to check on him.

Kevin looked around him. Sleeping in the car. Crap. Not exactly something good. "Yeah. I finished just after you left." Now what, Gwendolyn? Now what?

"And you stayed in your car all night?"

He tried to think. "I was too tired to drive home."

"What does your mom say about that?"

"We don't talk much when the step's around."

"Ah." Gwen had finally put it all together.

He didn't go home for a reason. His stepfather. It always involved a fight or some kind of pain. Mental or physical, it didn't matter. He wasn't about to stay with his mom. It wasn't a terrible thing. The car was fine. Could've been worse, right? "Yeah." Kevin took a deep breath and threw the blanket on the floor. "But whatever. I'm good on my own. No problems."

Gwen stared for a few minutes. He was shirtless. Totally freaking shirtless. It wasn't right to stare, but she couldn't help it. He was just so amazing…

Kevin shrugged. "And besides, it's kinda nice living on my own. No rules, no curfew. I have my own rules though. Seven hours of sleep minimal. Car must be clean…ish." He gave a short laugh.

She sighed. "Kevin-"

"Don't tell anyone," he said. "They'll make me stay with my mom and that thing."

"Just take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will," he murmured. "I promise."

Gwen kissed the dark teen's cheek before leaving. "Maybe someday you can take me to meet your mom. Someday when the step's gone," she called over her shoulder and disappeared around a corner.

Kevin smiled weakly. He pulled on a shirt. It was gonna be a good day.

A/N: A lot of FanFics have Kevin with an apartment, but I can't see him with one. So I always imagined him living in his car. Or with his mom cuz he isn't legal yet but since the whole stepdad thing it's gotta be hard on him. So this is my theory for him. Just thought I'd voice it instead of reading all these stories of his so-called "apartment". Lol. R&R plz!!