A/N: slow on these, I know, but I wanted this to be really, really good!!

MUST READ PART ONE FIRST OR ELSE THIS WILL MAKE ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE!!!

Disclaimer: Christian is mine.


PART TWO OF 'Our Car Is Dead!'

Kevin stared at them. Did they not realize he and Gwen were just on the other side of the one building that was standing adjacent to the parking lot? "What do you think they're doing?" he asked the redhead who was leaning against the car beside him. "Has Ben officially lost it?"

"Probably?" Gwen offered, blinking a few times. She watched as her cousin and his friend tried to start up the car for about the thirtieth time in the past twelve minutes. "What did you do to their car, Kev?"

"For once, I'm being totally honest this time, absolutely nothing."

She stared at him for a few moments as he sipped innocently on his soda. She'd been with him the whole time. So she didn't argue. Gwen believed him. "You know what's wrong with it?"

"Hazard lights were on the whole time. Battery's dead." His expression twisted back to being stoic. "I wonder if they're going to try and figure out how to fix it…"

The two watched both boys as they tried to restart the nearly all black car twelve more times. Then Christian started yelling. He was loud and obnoxious. It was no wonder that he and Ben were friends.

"That poor car," Kevin muttered. His lips found the straw of his soda. He sucked on it a little.

Gwen wondered why he was so compassionate to the vehicle that Ben had murdered and yet showed nothing towards her most of the time. "What the…" Gwen let the question hand in the air as she watched Ben and Christian dance around like crazy. They were shaking their butts everywhere and screaming like maniacs. "Lost their minds, haven't they?"

"They have," Kevin agreed, staring at them aimlessly.

Ben and Christian screamed so much and then began to dance some more. "OUR CAR IS DEAD! OUR CAR IS DEAD! OUR CAR IS DEAD!"

The two could hear bits and pieces of their yelling. "I wonder how long it's going to take before my badge rings…" Kevin pulled the Plumber tech out of his back pocket and placed it on the hood of the car before returning his gaze to the two acclaimed psychopaths that danced in the middle of the almost abandoned parking lot.

Two hours later the redhead and the raven-haired teen still stood there. He had finished off his soda a while ago and was now just watching the two crazies fall to the ground in exhaustion. A snorting laugh escaped him. "Gwen, they finally stopped," he called softly, trying not to alert the idiots of them being just a few short yards away. That would make them stop and find them and then… yeah, it wouldn't be fun anymore. "Gwen," he called again.

She got out of the car. Spending time with Kevin was everything she dreamed about. Until they spent hours watching Ben and Chris singing and dancing about how their car had died. For two hours. Gwen looked at them.

Ben's hair was splayed out across the blacktopped parking lot. His green jacket had dark pit stains on it and he was breathing heavily. His green eyes were shut and his chest rose and fell erratically as he tried to catch his breath from all the dancing and screaming. Arms reaching up to the clouds, he pointed at something and was saying words that not even the wind could carry far enough for Kevin and Gwen to hear.

Chris was a different story. His sand colored blonde moppy cut was much longer than Ben's hair, but easily shorter than Kevin and curled outward at the end. He had really light hazel eyes the fluttered open and then shut again when he realized that there was actually light radiating from the sun. His arms and were stretched out so that he looked like he was making snow angels. Without the snow. Freckles dotted his cheeks and nose. He replied to Ben.

This lead into another argument of yelling.

"Did he say chameleon?" asked Kevin, his gaze meeting Gwen's.

Ben slapped Christian.

"Alright, now this is getting interesting…" he chuckled softly.

"I WANNA GO HOME!" they heard their little brunette yell.

"ME TOO!" came Christian's voice.

"Losers," Kevin laughed.

Gwen slugged his shoulder.

"Ow," he mumbled before resigning into silence again as they watched Ben and Chris's lips move but the words were inaudible.

A few minutes later…

"OOOO, BUT IT'S PRETTY UNDER HERE! LOTZA FANCY LOOKIN' WIRES AND STUFFS!"

"Really?" asked Kevin. "Really?" His arms were folded neatly across his chest. "Neither of these morons know a thing about cars?"

"Apparently not," giggled Gwen.

Ben closed the hood on Christian's head, and the sandy blonde-headed boy started laughing uncontrollably. "COME ON! WE GOTTA GET HOME BEFORE I MISS MY CURFEW AND KEVIN COMES TO KILL ME IN MY SLEEP!" yelled Ben.

"True dat," Kevin snickered.

Gwen punched him again.

"Jeez, Gwen, could you cut that out?!"

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't want to."

"Fair enough."

The next thing they heard a few minutes later was "HIDE THE BODY!" from Christian.

"WHAT?!" Kevin nearly hollered, almost giving away their position from hiding on the other side of the building.

"Oh please tell me their not doing what I think their doing," Gwen prayed as Christian put all his weight, a hundred and five pounds or so (the guy was scrawny), on the trunk of the car. Then Ben joined him.

"No… Way…" breathed Kevin as he watched that car rolled forward inch by inch by inch by inch…

Then over the cliff it went.

Kevin's jaw dropped. It probably would've become dislocated and fallen all the way to the floor if that was even possible.

Gwen's green eyes got wider. Then she had to fight off the giggles.

They watched Chris run around in circles for a few minutes screaming, "THE BODY HAS BEEN HIDDEN! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Please tell me it's in one piece, please tell me it's not totally destroyed, please don't let it be totally destroyed," begged Kevin after he had fallen to his knees and now laid on the ground, arms in front of him. "I don't want it to be dead."

The highlight of Gwen's day: being able to look at Kevin lying on the ground like that for a few minutes. He looked cute when he was sad.


A/N: I LOVED THIS!!!! IT'S LIKE COMMENTARY, BUT NOT!! R&R please!

~Sky