A/N: Well, I'm not overly happy with this, but it's such a classic argument. And I really wasn't sure where I wanted to take it. Starts off strong and then… fizzles out. Like, I wanted to write it, but I wasn't sure how to finish it off. It's pathetic…

Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10 or any associated characters.

"No." His voice was firm and focused, one hand on the wheel while the other slapped Gwen's hand away from the stereo system. "My car, my music." Kevin wasn't one to back down. No, not Kevin. He had the determination of a thousand warriors ready to charge into battle, each one of them with eyes brimming with bloodlust. Gwen wasn't getting away with changing his music.

Her emerald glare was fierce enough to set a sun ablaze. Her lips were twisted up in that thoughtful way as she tried to find a loophole through his logic. Of course, he was right, but admitting that to him was like giving a terrorist a bomb. He would get cocky and stupid again just because she said he was right. Gwen's hand reached for the radio again, making yet another attempt at changing the station over to The Pulse instead of the alternative junk her boyfriend had blaring through the speakers in the current moment. She thought she had timed it perfectly so that he wouldn't see her-

Once more, his hand swatted hers away. "Really, Gwen? That's so petty... I'm driving. I need to focus on the road andkeep you from changing my music. Not fair." Kevin's obsidian gaze flitted between the gorgeous redhead in his passenger seat and the black road that seemed to stretch out endlessly ahead of them. "Totally not fair."

She wasn't going to give up. If she gave up, she'd lose all dignity she once possessed. It was a stupid fight over the radio. And she had magic powers for god's sake! How hard could it possibly be? A bit of mana extended from her fingertips. It didn't glow as white in the moonlight as her fingers did. If she could just dim it enough to turn to The Pulse without Kevin's noticing...

"Gwendolyn Catherine Tennyson." His voice was a bit more playful, but still head a slightly scolding tone. "You, Miss Goody Two Shoes, are trying to sneak past me and change my music." His hand, the one that wasn't on the wheel, captured hers in a loving way, breaking the connection with the mana; Kevin pulled it to his lips and kissed her palm sweetly before releasing her from his grip. "Please don't touch my music." And his attention turned back to the road, the sounds of "Vindicated" by Dashboard Confessional being the only noise to fill his ears other than the rumbling purr of the car's engine.

She sunk into her seat a bit more. Pouting? Maybe. Sulking? Most definitely. Pissed? Of course. When had he become such a control freak?

Part of her suddenly wondered if she had done it...

Still, she wouldn't back down. She was his other half, and, therefore, she had a right to what music was played in the car. "Kevin, can I please change the radio station?" she asked, trying a better approach to the problem. Sometimes he responded to kindness better than an attack. If you could consider trying to change the radio without Kevin noticing an attack, anyways...

"Lemme think about it." There was a momentary pause where Kevin's finger tapped his lower lip as he thought. "No." And his hand rested on the wheel once more while his gaze strayed off into the all-encompassing night.

It just wasn't fair! She was a loyal girl, had saved his life countless times, and treated him with more respect than he probably deserved. Yet, somehow, she hadn't earned the right to have control over his radio. Completely unfair! So she slumped into her seat some more and schemed some more, thinking some more and plotting some more. Sure, she was Miss Goody Two Shoes, but that didn't mean she couldn't be a brilliant evil mastermind at the same time.

Her jade orbs focused intently on the radio, watching it and willing it to change. Maybe her powers could be invisible for a few minutes. Yeah, that was exactly what she needed! Invisible mana. Perfect, perfect. With those emeralds intent on the radio, she focused; Gwen willed the radio to change channels.

And it did. The station flipped over to some country channel that was playing "Backwards" by Rascal Flatts. The best part was that the volume was so loud from the quiet alternative sounds of Coldplay and OneRepublic, that once the station flipped over to bouncy country music; it was blaring like a police siren into the two teens' ears.

Kevin was quick to flip it back, his finger hitting one button to let more There for Tomorrow flood the air. "Do I need to jack my iPod up to this thing to get you to stop?" asked the Osmosian, dark eyes flitting between his beloved and the radio. He hadn't seen her do anything, but how else could it have changed?

She sank into the cool leather seat some more, arms folding across her chest in frustration. "We've been listening to your music for three hours now," she whined. Gwen hated whining almost as much as she hated being the only one of the trio without a car, but she couldn't help herself. She was mad that he wouldn't surrender the control of the radio for even just a few minutes so she could listen to one or two songs and turn off all these depressing tunes that he kept on.

"Not my fault that I couldn't just fly us to central Idaho with the Rustbucket III." His face turned hard for a moment as he realized he was lying. Still, he wasn't going to fix his mistake. Maybe Gwen wouldn't even notice...

She did. "It kind of is your fault. Remember the crash landing on Thorus last week?"

"Ahhhh..." Kevin had fond memories of that landing. "Yeah, so maybe it is my fault. Still my car. My radio in my car, which subsequently means my music." His fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles quickly turning a shade of snowy white. "How about I let you listen to your music on the ride back? That sound good?" The corners of his lips turned upwards as a smug grin crawled across his usually stoic features.

"No."

His grin faded in a heartbeat. "Please don't turn on the pop music, please. I'm begging you. If I hear one more Lady Gaga song, I'll lose my mind!"

"Again?"

Her smart remarks were playing his nerves like a piano; he suddenly knew how she felt all the time. "You know what I mean." Kevin brushed it off as if nothing had happened. Of course, he still felt the wound. "Just please leave my music on. Please?"

Gwen gave a long, heavy sigh and let her arms cross her chest. "Fine." At least she was in control of what was going on. She was appeasing to him instead of the other way around.

Kevin had always been good at mind games. Messing with Gwen was always just too much fun. Making her feel like she was in charge was enough to make her let him get his way. There was no better feeling in the world. "Thanks, Gwen." Yes, Kevin loved his mind games...

A/N: Still not thrilled with it, but whatever. Review?

~Sky