This is my first story on Fanfiction, I've been writing fanfiction since I was thirteen, but don't expect these to be award winning pieces. Enjoy!
UPDATE 8/15/2019 Due to some ACTUAL constructive criticism, I've decided to reformat and/or rewrite some of these.
Here is the first round of results.
"Staring Contest!"
The challenge was met with silence, well,
unless you counted the sound of Gwen typing out some sort of evil code on her laptop.
She had gone eerily quiet when their Grandpa had left for the evening, irking her cousin. "Gwen!" He shouted, prompting a groan from Gwen.
She glared over her laptop at him. "What do you want, Dweeb?" He put his chin in his hands, looking pleadingly at Gwen.
"Grandpa's left us alone for the night, let's do something fun!" Gwen raised an eyebrow, shaking her head.
"And your idea of fun, is a simple staring contest. Go play with the Omnitrix, or something." She turned her attention back to her laptop.
Ben folded his arms, his buttons had been depressed; and he was hungry for revenge.
He let out a huff and pushed himself deep into the cheep leather seat. His idea of revenge was bringing her down to his level, and there was nothing her freaky magic or big brain could do to stop him. He grinned and twisted the dial on the Omnitrix.
"Would going Way Big in the Rust Bucket change your mind?" Ben grinned wryly, Gwen's head snapped up from her laptop,
shock followed by a hate filled look."You wouldn't." Ben snickered, his eyes narrowing. "Try me, dweeb."
Gwen stared at him angrily, then slammed her laptop shut. "Forget it! I am not having a staring contest with my Freakazoid cousin!"
Gwen scooped up her laptop and turned to leave. Ben depressed the dial of the Omnitrix, filling the RV with a green light. Gwen gaped when, instead of a transformation; a hologram of herself hovered above the Omnitrix's dial. "Go play with the Omnitrix, or something."
Gwen's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in anger. "How the heck did you do that!?" She demanded. "You think I'd tell you how I did it? No way, freak!" Gwen huffed angrily. "Fine, if it'll get you to stop whining!"
The two ten year olds stared each other down, silence reigning as the sun set. Ben was staring at Gwen smugly, while she gave him a disinterested look. "Your eyes dry yet, dork?" Gwen's eyes narrowed. "You're not going to get me to roll my eyes, doofus." Ben huffed, his eyes narrowing. "Worth a shot." The two were silent for a moment, Gwen let out a huff of air. "New rule, Loser does dishes for a month." Ben laughed, his eyes remaining locked on hers. "Fine." Gwen slowly grinned. "Really? Because Grandpa was planning on making marinated slugs tomorrow."
She held her right hand out like she was inspecting her nails, but did not take her eyes off of him. "And we're almost of Dawn."
Ben snorted. "We've got plenty of dish soap, dweeb." Gwen faked shock, followed up by a puffed up grin. "Really? You know soap exists?"
Ben growled, his eyes narrowing as he pounded a fist on the dining table. "I may be a slob, but at least I'm not a know-it-all!"
Gwen's eyes widened, only to narrow as she returned Ben's glare. "Well, at least I don't sit around doing NOTHING most of the day!"
Ben stood from his seat. "Well, at least I know when it's a good time to play Hero!" Gwen got up, slamming her hands on the table.
"Well at least I am not a loser who spends more time looking for praise then actually being a hero!"
Ben growled, bracing his hands on the table and leaning forwards.
"What did you just say!?" Gwen leaned forward, her eyes glowing dimly. "You heard me, stink breath!"
Ben grit his teeth, then threw out all the nasty insults he had held in over the summer. "Booger face!" Gwen gasped, then let loose with her own. "Pig!" "Snort mouth!" "You little...!" The insults were forgotten in an instant, as the two children's faces hovered just inches away from each other. Ben licked his lips, Gwen gulped nervously, both of them powerless as their lips were drawn together.
Gwen swore up and down to him later that night, that she felt her Mana increase by tenfold.
They apart in an instant, both too out of breath to speak right away. Their eyes locked, both of them panting, then Ben started laughing.
Gwen raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her reddened face. "What's so funny, doofus?" Ben leaned back into the leather seat,
closing his eyes and putting his hands behind his head.
"I won." Gwen's blush faded, and was replaced with a furious shade of red. "Did not!" Ben grinned, his eyes still shut.
"Did so! You closed your eyes first!" Gwen huffed as she plopped down across from her, smoothing out her shirt as her anger faded.
A moment later, Ben's right eye opened. "Well..." He blushed. "We could always have a rematch, if you're gonna be so sore about it."
Gwen blinked in surprise, then grinned. "You're on, Doofus."
Hopefully this rewrite turned out better than this oneshot did the first time.