A/N: gah! Had to write super fast! Sorry I've been offline, everyone. Grandparents are here and when they're here, it's constantly either a card game or an extremely long story about someone I don't know.

Disclaimer: don't own.

Gwen clamored into the car, her backpack dropped onto the floor of the car. "Hey, Kevin," she murmured, leaning over and kissing her boyfriend first thing before even thinking about asking him anything. No one was stupid enough to ask Kevin a favor unless they had already sucked up to him. Even if Gwen had her own secret weapon, she wasn't about to use it too awfully much.

He just wove his arm around her slender waist. "Gwen," he breathed, kissing her right back.

"Can you do me a favor?" the redhead asked, voice soft. "Please."

"Mhm." He was too entranced with her to even notice what she was saying. But when "please" was added to anything, Kevin knew better to even attempt at arguing with Gwen. She always found a way to win.

"Can you give my friend a ride home too?"

This got Kevin to slow down for a few seconds and actually ask himself what she was asking. The words that had slipped from her lips finally connected to create some sense within his mind. "A friend?"

"He's a new kid and I offered to show him around Bellwood and I thought you could drive us around and stuff." She ran a finger along his cheek, tracing his jaw line. "Please, Kevin? It'll be good for my karma points. And yours too."

"You think there's something wrong with my karma?" Kevin asked, giving her his reproachful glare with those deep obsidian eyes of his.

She remained silent for a few seconds, regretting her words. Instead of saying something stupid, she just added another "Please" into the mix, hoping for the best. Yes, Kevin could say no to her if he wanted to, but chances were good that he wouldn't. He loved her too much to say no sometimes.

He let out a snarl that sounded something like, "Fine." Kevin didn't have to agree, but he did. And he still didn't have to like it either.

"Thanks, Kev," she said quickly, planting one more kiss on his rough lips before reopening the door to the car and jumping out really fast and running into the building once more. It was quiet then, Kevin left wondering whether he had said the right thing or not.

Sadly, Gwen had already mentioned his karma and he knew it was waaaayyyy down in the dumps. So why not, right?

The door opened again and a freshman stepped into the car, climbing into the backseat where Ben usually stayed with his smoothies. Good thing Ben had soccer practice or a game or something after school or this newbie would have company in the backseat. And he was definitely lucky that Ben wasn't here. Or else Ben would've been his instant best friend in the history of the entire world. That was just Ben…

The newcomer had skin as black as night and eyes that seemed to glint with flecks of gold within the amber depths of his eyes. A camouflage shirt with too much brown and too dark of green just showed off his bad taste in clothing, but it definitely made a statement. Thin-rimmed wire glasses sat perched on his nose. A strange one, he was.

"Kevin, this is Jaylon. He's the new kid at my prep school." Gwen had fluttered her way delicately back into the passenger seat of the car, pulling the seat belt over her shoulder and around her waist. "Jaylon, meet Kevin." She flipped her hair back into place before looking back at this newcomer, emerald eyes glittering like exactly that: emeralds.

He hardly looked back for more than a second and then just checked that Gwen had closed the door before gunning the engine to get the heck away from that school.

"Keep in mind that Kevin isn't a people person," Gwen noted, giving Kevin enough of a glare to leave him stung for a few moments before it passed, knowing he'd been hurt worse before. He kept his own gaze ahead on the road, not letting it waver from the white and yellow lines that darted past.

And the kid in the backseat just nodded at this. Kevin wasn't sure if he was mute or not, but he sure as heck didn't talk a whole dang lot.

"Want to see Mr. Smoothy first?" Gwen asked, looking back at Jaylon. She already knew Kevin was upset with her on the inside. Yet he had the strength to keep in inside and to not complain about every single little insignificant factor that struck up his annoyance.

Grunting, Kevin pulsed the engine faster. If he could scare the kid from the car, his problems were over. Less to worry about. Life would be good again and there would be no random stranger in the backseat of his beloved car.

"Don't be so pissy," instructed the redhead, really hoping her boyfriend would show some hospitality for once. And even if he did, his hospitality was bound to be something so very strange that it would scare off Jaylon. Poor innocent kid already a victim of Kevin's annoying wrath of silence and stubbornness. For some reason, Gwen loved Kevin's wrath. No matter how strange it was.

He didn't reply or even think about replying. His silence lingered as those deep earthen and black eyes searched the rearview mirror for other cars, his blind spots no longer blind courtesy of him being an excellent mechanic and all that. He wasn't sure how it worked, but it just did.

"Mr. Smoothy is this little crappy shack in the middle of central Bellwood where pretty much everyone gathers to buy smoothies at random intervals throughout the day. My cousin is a prime example, but he's not here right now. I'll call him later so he can meet up with us."

"More like so I can pick him up," snarled a very irritated Kevin. He wasn't a chauffer. He wasn't some pet. He was actually a person who happened to have a very nice car that everyone loved to ride in so much that they pretty much called him their chauffer. So why must he keep on being called to drive them around? Being sixteen did have the suckiest of all downfalls…

Gwen wasn't about to let her boyfriend be an annoying street rat again. "Ben's an idiot, yes, but he's still my cousin." She slugged Kevin's shoulder lightly.

"I hate your cousin."

"Most of the time," Gwen corrected.

She wasn't really correcting him. Kevin fell back into his silence, not a happy camper. As a matter of fact, he didn't even really like camping. Too many bad experiences.

The car skidded into the blacktopped space, pulling into the abandoned part of the parking lot so that no morons could hit the car by opening a door or anything. It had a new paint job and he didn't want that ruined so soon…

"Come on." Pulling herself out of the car, Gwen opened the door and Jaylon climbed out after her.

Kevin was left alone to ponder his stupid luck in getting a life where his girlfriend just had to be one of the nicest freaking people in the entire town of freaking Bellwood.

He was only alone for a few minutes before a beeping started up. Loud, shrill and annoying didn't even begin to describe how incredibly irritated it made him. Kevin's hand pressed down on the miscellaneous buttons around the car until it shut off. Then he rolled down the tinted black windows. "Paging Gwendolyn Tennyson," he called out into the parking lot, waiting for the word to spread to her which only took a few seconds amongst a huge pack of hyper teenagers on a Friday night with smoothies that are chock full of sugar.

The girl's fiery mane stood out in the crowd as she made her way back to the car, Jaylon right behind her. She glared at him for a few seconds before actually approaching the car. "Please don't tell me you just want to keep moving with the tour."

"Ha ha," Kevin said, the sarcasm oozing in his voice. "Actually, no. We have a slight toilet problem in the desert."

She stared at him, a bit of a twisted and confused smile on her face until the two pieces in her mind clicked and the puzzle fit together. "Ah."

Jaylon was giving Kevin a questioning look as if asking "Toilets in the desert?"

"I'm sorry, Jaylon, but we've got to go help out… the people in the desert with their… toilet problem…" She gave Kevin a glare to ask him where in the world he came up with toilets in the desert. Who would have a toilet in the middle of a freaking desert?!

Kevin cut in. "And if you have no experience with aliens, I very much suggest you stay here."

He backed away from the car.

"Suit yourself," Kevin said with a slight laugh on the end and his shoulders giving a small shrug before the window was rolled back up with Gwen sitting in the passenger seat beside him.

"I hate being a Plumber," sighed Gwen, sinking into the cold leather that pressed against her porcelain skin. "I hate having to miss out on normal things."

Kevin's only response was "I don't."

A/N: not my best, but I just wanted to do a quick tribute to this new kid in my skool. He's a strange boy… but pretty cool in general.

~Sky