A/N: Just a quickie that hit me and didn't want to leave.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 10.

Warning: Rated T for making out. No serious details, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Oh, and like two cuss-ish words.

"Is it wrong that I'm jealous of them?"

Gwen looked over to her boyfriend with a questioning brow raised. The redhead had been enthralled by the movie that was being shown at the drive-in theater. She had hardly heard Kevin speak. "What?" she asked with a shaking voice after being so quickly pulled from the movie and back to reality.

Kevin threw a finger over his shoulder to point to the smaller black and green car that was next to theirs. "Them."

Gwen looked past her boyfriend to Ben and Julie who were getting hot and heavy in her cousin's car, Ben trying to pull off the tennis player's jacket while her lips pressed harder to his like she could only live off of his breath. The redhead cringed a tiny bit. "For one, that's a little bit gross and for two, why would you be jealous of them?" Her eyes were still glued to the making out couple as Ben managed to pull off Julie's pink jacket all the way. It was disturbing but she couldn't look away. It was almost like a horror movie: you have to watch to know how it ends. Sadly, Gwen didn't want to know how this would end.

"Because they can do that," said Kevin, his eyes flitting across the screen that hung in front of the car. He wasn't paying any attention to the movie. Alien monsters from whatever stupid planet the writer put on the script. Did it matter? He fought aliens every day. "I mean, look at us." He indicated to the two of them who sat in their respective seats, him with his elbow on his door and his fist on his cheek to hold his head up, her with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Gwen did as instructed. "Now look at them."

This time, Gwen didn't look. Instead, she kept her emerald eyes intent on her boyfriend only to see how bored he was with the whole situation. "I don't get it."

Kevin let out his "you just don't get it, do you?" sigh before shaking his head slightly. "Gwen, I love you. Really, I do. And I get that you have limits and stuff, and I respect it because I love you." His obsidian gaze was firm on her. "What I don't get is how they, the quietest couple I know, can just do that and make it look almost natural."

"You're jealous because they make-out in drive-in theaters?" She wasn't quite grasping his logic. What did this have to do with anything?

"Gwen, you're missing the point." Kevin's eyes strayed back to the movie where an alien with about a hundred and twenty tentacles ate a girl's face off. Screams echoed through the theater; none of it even fazed the Osmosian and the Anodite.

"Then what is the point?" asked the girl as she tilted her head to one side, eyes full of unanswered questions and lingering emotions that wouldn't subside as long as she was around him.

"They're locking lips right there. And which one of us kissed first? We did. Which one of us is more OCD about protecting each other? We are. Which one of us is serious? We are. And we fight all the time, but one slip up and Ben's a single man until Julie gets lonely and realizes that she misses her local dumb-ass and crawls back to him." Kevin didn't look at Gwen. "I just don't get how we do this and they do that."

"We aren't doing anything," commented Gwen, partially seeing what he was getting at. Ben and Julie were so focused on each other, but everyone knew it wasn't going to last.

"My point exactly."

Gwen pursed her lips and mulled over all of this while Kevin's face grew even more bored with the movie. Now the girl's face was being mutated onto the monster for that deceptive quality, it's howls and snarls turning into the shimmers and cries of a little girl. Bo-ring. "So you want to do something?"

"Gwen, I can place fifty bucks on the fact that the screams are only coming from people on their first dates. Trust me. No one is even watching this movie."

"Except for us."

"Except for us," repeated Kevin with a sigh. The fact that he wasn't even watching it made even that statement one massive lie. He flipped the lock on his door repeatedly.

"So you want to do something?" asked Gwen, now getting his drift. She was slow, but she wasn't dumb. She picked up on what her boyfriend was dishing out.

"I know the rules. I'm just saying that I'm jealous that they can do that and we just sit here. Seriously, why aren't we like that? That's totally us!"

"Why? Because you're a bad boy and I'm a girl with an attitude?"

"Exactly!" Kevin realized his mistake, but she finally understood and that was what he wanted. "I don't need to do that to know that I'm with you, but it's lame compared to them, but it's not us. Our version of making out is arguing and saving each other and sitting on your roof. We don't need that. My issue is, why the Hell are we sitting watching this lame movie?"

To this, Gwen had no response. She was still trying to absorb the fact that Kevin knew exactly what their relationship was all about. They didn't need the physical touch like their counterparts did. They just needed each other and a quiet place to hang out and pitch arguments. The car was always the perfect place. Finally, Gwen offered, "My roof?"

"Please," said Kevin, desperation in his voice as his fingers automatically found the gearshift and he was pulling out of the lot. He didn't need a movie and he didn't need any kissing. Sure, it was nice, but he knew what their romance was and he knew they weren't anything like Ben and Julie.

A/N: There's a second part to this to be posted soon. So review!

~Sky