A/N: you guys remember the chapter "Pain With A Shoe"? yes, alrite, so here's another long-awaited chapter of 'Car Arguments'.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

This is how it went down.

Gwen asked a simple question to which Kevin replied with an irritated snort.

When she asked again a few short seconds later in a nicer voice, he replied once more with daggers in the form of a fierce glare and he did his breathy sigh thing that meant he was disappointed in her.

"Kevin, can't you just reply to me like a man?" growled Gwen, folding her arms tightly across her chest and giving him a huffy breath. "Sometimes I question if you are one."

"Okay, Gwendolyn Tennyson, you're crossing the line now." The dark teen kept his obsidian gaze directed at her, rage glowing in them as a silently burning blaze. "I'm more of a man that you're cousin will ever be."

"At least he has the guts to-"

Kevin reached over and slapped his hand over the redhead's mouth to silence her. "Gwen, I'm serious, do not start this with me. I'm not in the mood to deal with a girl like you. That, and I don't want to hit a girl. I would lose all my dignity for slapping you."

Gwen pulled his hand away from her mouth. "Kevin, you know you want to," she said, staring at him, her emerald orbs twinkling more than moonlight shining across a crystal clear lake a midnight. "You know you can't resist for much longer."

"At least one of us has self-control," muttered the Osmosian under his breath which earned him a slap from the girl. "Example A," he chuckled.

She slapped him again.

"Gwen, cut it out."

"Kevin, seriously, just-"

"Nooooooooooo!" he whined, sounding more like a little school girl than a seventeen year old bad boy.

"You don't want to?" Her voice had taken on a hurt tone.

"I do, but really, Gwen, just don't push me."

"You sound like the singing penguin from 'Happy Feet'."

"I sound like I'm singing? And like a penguin?" he asked, giving her a furious look. "Really, you've already insulted me enough today. Can we please just drop it? Please?"

Gwen through her hands up, her fingertips touching the roof of the car. Her gaze fell out the window at the tennis courts that they were parked at. "Kevin, I cannot believe that you do this to me sometimes. You're mad, and then you say please. It confuses me, it really does."

"Haha," snickered Kevin. "I confused a smart girl."

"You think I'm smart?"

"You think I have roguish charm?"

"Not that I'll admit."

"Then same here."

The two fell into a silence.

Gwen was frustrated. She wanted to smack Kevin silly. And sure, she had horrible self control, but still, it sounded good to smack Kevin a lot of the time. He was very tempting to smack.

Kevin liked the silence. Arguing with Gwen was like driving Ben to Mr. Smoothy every day for the rest of his pitiful life.

"Kevin?" asked Gwen in the sweetest tone she could muster even though on the inside she was an infuriated storm of rage and torment.

He looked at her, eyes cautious and wary. Who knew what an angry Anodite could do to him? "Yes?" he asked, gulping down a lump of fear in his throat.

"Can I have your shoe?"

The Osmosian didn't know where this was going, but he didn't think he was going to like it much. Kevin slowly reached down and slipped off his combat boot before handing it over to Gwen, looking like a kid that was about to get a lashing.

"Thank you," said Gwen politely, smirking with a bit of evil. There was a strange gleam in her eyes. Kevin feared it. "Now why does your shoe smell like bacon?"

Kevin shrugged.

Gwen started beating him viciously with the dark combat boot. "KEVIN ETHAN FREAKING LEVIN, JUST ASK ME OUT YOU FOOL! I LIKE YOU AND YOU LIKE ME SO JUST FREAKING GET UP THOSE GUTS OF STEEL AND EVEN PUT SOME FREAKING ARMOR ON IF YOU HAVE TO BECAUSE IF YOU ASK ME OUT, IT'S NOT GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Kevin, who was trying to shield his face, replied by screaming, "GWEN, QUIT HITTING ME WITH MY SHOE!"

A/N: ah, Kevin. Will you ever learn that asking Gwen out is better than the alternative? Review!

~Sky