A/N: this is… just how my life is going lately…

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"GWEN, YOU DON'T GET IT!" yelled Kevin, his voice raised to drown out the humming of the engine and the words that Gwen was trying to get out over his voice. He jerked the steering wheel so the car rounded a corner, nearly hitting a boy on his bike.

Ben slumped down in the backseat, turning up his iPod a bit more, praying that it would end soon. So far, Kevin and Gwen were drowning out the music too. He was shaking as the car took another sharp turn for the worse, the argument growing in size and volume.

It wasn't a battle worth fighting.

"CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME, KEVIN?!" Gwen was screeching, trying to be heard.

His eyes were dark and glistening with that venomous touch of malice. "I DON'T CARE!"

"YOU SHOULD!"

The brunette in the backseat dropped his head, pulling the collar of his jacket around his face. So far, he was barely able to muffle the sound of their raised voices.

"THIS IS SERIOUS!" Gwen's face was red from the shouting and pain of focus on this topic, whatever it was. She was tired of fighting. Sure, it was one of Kevin's favorite hobbies to bother her, but this was going a little far, even for his standards.

Kevin was flushed pale, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as he took a serious mental beating from the girl in the passenger seat.

Ben closed his eyes and remembered a few breathing techniques, hoping this would help him calm down for himself. He needed to take a break from the stress between Gwen and Kevin. They weren't making life easy on him and they probably never would. But it was the way they were and he wouldn't change them if he could.

Well maybe Kevin…

"WHAT PART OF 'I DON'T CARE!' ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING HERE?!" Kevin was now yelling at the top of his lungs, blood boiling over with the raging demons that raced through his veins. Silently, he was cursing himself for not ending it. He shouldn't have even started it. He should've kept his stupid mouth shut and moved on with life. But surrender wasn't an option for the raven-haired teen who lived his life of crime simply and cunningly, without a doubt and making sure that submitting to any opponent was not an option. Not even Gwen.

Her eyes were tired and bloodshot from crying herself out, tearstains on her porcelain cheeks. She was so exhausted with trying to solve this. He was Kevin, he wasn't giving in. But she wouldn't either. "ALL OF IT, KEVIN!" she screamed, her lungs filling with air for it. "I LOVE YOU AND THIS ISN'T MAKING THAT VERY EASY FOR ME!"

"THEN JUST SHUT UP!"

Those last words echoed through the car.

Ben was shaking with his own swelling fury. This was going a bit over the edge, bringing love into everything. He knew Gwen's stopping point and she was reaching it, dangerously close to being pushed over the edge.

And Kevin was ready to make her jump instead of fall.

The car slowed down for mere moments as Kevin toned himself down a few notches.

"Because maybe I don't love you back," the dark teen said, voice full of steel. He wasn't backing down and he'd found the turning point, his edge to winning at last.

That was the end. The end of that.

Gwen wasn't about to take another hit from her so-called boyfriend. He was just another one of those meaningless little bumps in the road. A really annoying one at that. The redhead felt stupid from even falling into Kevin's trap.

Realizing his mistake a second too late, Kevin's unbreakable face softened. "Gwen," he started, but she was already off his train, disappearing into the distance, putting up her defenses once again to shield herself from the coming of pain that would wash over her features as soon as she was out of his sights.

"Don't talk to me." The shield was up, protecting, blocking and keeping Gwen from the danger as she knew would ensue as soon as Kevin decided to try and get this over with.

Ben was glad he could hear himself think again. He pulled out the ear buds so he could hear the results.

"YOU TALK TO ME, GWENDOLYN TENNYSON!"

He immediately put the music back on and hooked himself up to hear it again at full volume against the already competing noise of the car as it took another sharp turn, speed picking up to dangerous levels around at least a hundred and some miles an hour.

Just as the argument was picking up again, so was the ride.

"NO!"

"LISTEN TO ME!"

"NO!"

Kevin was ready to reach over and strangle her, but he loved her too much to do that. He braced himself with that stupid little thing called 'self-control'. He flexed his fingers against the wheel. "I went to far," he said softly.

"SHUT UP, KEVIN!"

"YOU SHUT UP!"

"BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!"

The two looked back to see Ben's green eyes alight with his own madness. He had bolted upright from his original folded into the leather seats position. Sick of this craziness from the his teammates, he stepped it up. "YOU'VE BEEN LIKE THIS FOR DAYS NOW OVER NOTHING AT ALL! THERE'S NO REASON TO FIGHT! JUST GET ALONG FOR FIVE MINUTES SO WE DON'T LOSE TO ANOTHER GROUP OF STINKING FOREVER KNIGHTS, GOT IT?!" The boy sank back again. "Now shut up and drive. We have some butt to kick."

The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful.

A/N: right now, I am stuck in the position of Ben… neutral and suffering. Lol. But this is the tru meaning of 'Car Arguments'. Like it? Love it? Tell me!

~Sky

p.s. winging it also includes the fact that I have no clue what they were arguing about in the first place!!!