A/N: I loved writing this. Lol. So here's another one. This is normal Kevin again, jsyk or else there'd b issues.

Also, I have no clue any soccer terms (I have zero eye-foot coordination so I stick with basketball. Too bad none of AF play that…if they did, that'd be awsum, but they don't and i'm all like grrrr)

Disclaimer: don't own Ben 10. see? I remembered this time! I'm proud of myself.

Ben jumped up the curb to go find Julie. He'd had a soccer game and had to miss her match once again. She understood though and that was the best part. She knew he had aliens to fight and couldn't always make it, but he was there when he could be.

The Asian American smiled and waved as she saw the boy rounding a corner. Her face lit up. "You here to pick me up?"

"No," he confessed. "That's what I bring Kevin for since I can't drive yet." Ben shrugged slowly. "I'm working on the whole license thing still."

Julie rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag. The girl rose to her feet. "So they're waiting for you to come back?"

"I'm guessing he'll drive off if I take too long, but he and Gwen were fighting when I got out."

"And you don't want to be away from them for too long?" the Asian American asked, her brown eyes trained on his face. She pulled on her jacket. "Because we both know Gwen would slaughter him in a fight, hands down. He's got a shield, but it's not much defense against her mana and stuff."

Ben shrugged. "That doesn't mean he won't fight her back. The dude doesn't give up no matter how out-matched he is. I should know, of course." He got his natural cocky grin back.

"Yeah, yeah," Julie laughed. "Let's just get back to them to see who's winning."

As the two approached the car, they placed bets, only to find the dark teen's face pressed against the window and the redhead behind him with a black shoe in her hand, beating the other over the head with it. Kevin had a distorted bruise appearing across his cheek and his skin was smashed against the tinted glass. He was trying to speak, but it looked like Gwen was yelling a lot and obviously winning.

Julie stood on the curb and stared at the scene. "I won," she told her boyfriend with a sly smile. "Gwen's killing him."

"Weird thing," Ben pointed out, "is that she's hitting him with his own shoe. I'm not sure how that works, but he probably had it coming." He ruffled his hair a little before reaching into his back pocket. Then handed over a few bills to Julie.

"Thank you very much," she giggled. She took the cash and put it in her bag. "Haven't you heard? Girls rule, boys drool. That's the way the world works."

"Your world maybe," Ben muttered. He folded his arms across his chest.

"Or even, 'Girls go to college to get more knowledge. Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider'." Julie smirked.

"Only dumb blondes would say that. You can't survive on Jupiter without an airtight helmet and suit. So we really can't go to Jupiter and get stupider unless our brains exploded and our skulls shattered which would definitely happen because there's no air in space or in Jupiter's atmosphere."

"And for the record, 'stupider' isn't a word." Julie looked back to the car again and watched the driver cower some more, using his arms to shield his face. Too bad it wasn't working as well as he'd probably hoped it would. The shoe kept smacking him. Gwen was good with a weapon. "So are we going to do anything to help him?" asked the girl.

"Nah," Ben said, flicking a hand towards them. "He'll fight his way out of it eventually."

She smiled. "Eventually." Julie turned on her heels and headed down the sidewalk towards her home. "So you'll come back to check on them later?"

"I can always walk you home first," he stated, hustling to fall in step beside her. "Kevin can fend for himself."

"Not if Gwen kills him before then."

An hour later, Ben came back to the car to find the two sucking face. "Ew," he muttered, turning to leave as soon as he had appeared.

The redhead pulled away from the kiss for a second to trace the black and blue mark that was on his swollen cheek. It was only getting darker and turning a sickly yellow. "Sorry about that," she murmured softly. Her fingers tangled themselves in the boy's ebony hair. "I was-"

"How did you get my shoe?" he asked, still in shock about that. His earthy toned eyes met her emerald colored orbs. "I mean, it was on my foot. That's not even possible!"

Gwen shrugged and leaned into Kevin again, lacing her arms around his torso. One last time, she told him, "Sorry."

"I know you are," he breathed, pressing his lips to her forehead again. He lingered there and pulled her closer once more to feel her warm skin against his chest. "Just don't do it again."

A/N: I loved this idea. That is so them, in and out of love. It was funny when I thought of it, but putting it into words was a bit harder. Thoughts?

~Sky

P.S. How did Gwen get Kevin's shoe? The world may never know. But it does take 1,400 licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop. I tried it…