A/N: So here's this. I just kind of came up with it…
Disclaimer: Doesn't own Ben 10.
Gwen noticed something strange about the car one day as she sat in the garage like she did for most of the time she spent with her boyfriend.
"Kevin?" she asked, still staring at the Chevy Camaro like she couldn't believe it herself. Mostly because she couldn't. Part of her was amazed that she hadn't noticed it before and the other part of her was screaming questions about it. How had no one noticed this before? Between her and her cousin and her boyfriend, someone probably should've picked it up over the years they had been hanging out together.
"Hmm?" His response came after a few moments of quiet delay as he rolled out from beneath the undercarriage of the green and black muscle car. He pulled a dirty rag from out of his pocket and began to wipe the grease from his chiseled features. He succeeded in smearing around the black fluid.
"Why does your car not have license plates?"
Kevin raised an eyebrow and blinked repeatedly as if he had just been hit with a stun gun. Then his head swiveled a bit to look at the car. His usually emotionless eyes glittered with a new light in them. "It doesn't?" he asked, sounding truly dumbfounded by this single fact. He kept looking at the car, infatuated by the thought of not having license plates on his car for so long. And all the times he got pulled over and none of the cops noticed...
"No, it doesn't," said Gwen, a quiet smile creeping upon her usually stoic features. "Did you not know that?" She was surprised by his surprise. It almost made her ask how he hadn't noticed. It was something so blatantly obvious that she wished she had realized it sooner herself. It made the redhead feel incredibly stupid.
"I did not know that..." He kept staring at the car with his brilliantly dark eyes that shone like ebony suns. "How did I get past the cops so many times without a license plate?"
Gwen shrugged despite the fact that she knew it was a rhetorical question.
"I mean, you know my record with red lights and speed limits, but I haven't had license plates for two years and no one caught it?" Kevin kept on blinking and ran a calloused hand through his fine locks of ebony black. "Someone prob'ly should've noticed by now..."
"Here's my opinion," began Gwen quietly as her boyfriend's puzzle features swung to look at his favorite auburn-haired Anodite. "How would someone call in that this person doesn't have a license plate if-"
"If I don't have a license plate," finished Kevin, his thoughts nearly synced with hers after almost two years of being together. "Got it. It's dumb, but I got it." The corners of his lips leapt skyward as he smiled stupidly. "So where do I get license plates and how can I get 'em to say 'Kevin 11'?"
A/N: Okay, so there's that. I wish I had made it longer, but I didn't really see a point… So just review and thanks for reading!
~Sky