Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 10.

A/N: I decided to go into a different direction compared to the ficiton that I have previously posted here. I want to write something that goes into depth with Kevin and Gwen's relationship, but I also want it to not be humor based, which is what I usually 'll still be humor, though. I also want to have longer, more descriptive chapters with this story, so I hope that I'm able to do this. Please read and tell me what you think.

Chapter One

The night began to reach its peak as I sat on my roof, my knees hugging my chest. Thousands of stars lit up the onyx sky, and my mind was racing as usual. This had been happening often over the last couple of months, ever since he came into my life. After hours of failed sleep attempt, I would find myself outside my bedroom window, trying to find some extent of peace in the silence that surrounded me.

My eyes were fixated on one particular subject: an owl perched in the distance. The animal had been out and about for longer than me, soaring from one tree the next, as if it was looking for something. I suddenly felt as if I could sympathize with the poor creature. For weeks now I had been searching, searching for reason behind his actions, his words. And just like the owl my endeavor seemed pointless, for what we both had our hearts on finding proved to be far out of our reach.

But in moments the bird did one thing I could not: take off into the clear air. The owl could escape, leave with only himself. With merely a dozen strokes of his magnificent wings he was out of my sight, off to find something else of his hearts content, since obviously what lay in those trees was not worth the effort. The animal seemed so sure of it, of himself.

That was where the two of us parted ways, in more than just the miles between us. I for one could not move on, I couldn't stop my heart from looking, from searching. There was simply too much uncertainty to call it quits. I still believed that there was hope for the two of us yet.

Though the trials ahead put my faith in love on strain.

I took a lung full of the crisp air in a pathetic attempt to clear my head, though the action did nothing but remind me of how bitterly cold it was out there. I shivered violently against an upcoming wind and retreated back to my dim-light room.

With a quick closing of the window I was inside once again, feeling extremely confined compared to the open air that I just had parted. I looked around the room solemnly, eying all of my ownings. The room was neat nothing out of its place. It was the same as it had always been...but now I didn't feel so at home.

I checked my alarm clock: three-thirty a.m. If there was any chance of sleep for me I would have to go to bed now. I crawled onto my four poster and draped my quilt over me. Though now I was warm, sleep did not want to come my way. Instead my thoughts returned to the boy that seemed to be haunting me on a regular basis: Kevin Levin.

For a simple description he was the most infuriating person I had ever met, but those words make seem of me having a dislike towards him, which was not the case at all. He was infuriating because he had made me fall in love with him.

At least...I had thought it was love. I hadn't exactly had previous experience with the matter, but I knew that my feelings were much more than of the crush status. Love seemed to be the only other plausible explanation.

So I came to the conclusion that I was in love with Kevin.

That of course did no good for me considering that the two of us were polar opposites. I was the good girl, the child that every parent wished that they had. I made straight A's. I didn't backtalk. In most adults eyes I was perfect, though the character I was portrayed to be made me at times wish I could internally combust.

Kevin for the other matter was the rogue, the bad guy. He rarely came to school. He spent time in the Null Void. He was the car obsessed, tough exteriored male that was the center of many teenage girls' sexual fantasies, whether he knew it or thought made me extremely boy could get any girl. Why did he waste his time around Gwen Tennyson?

Of course...some would tell me that I could do much better as well.

The most aggravating detail of it all is that there not even a relationship between us. The only thing that we did together that could possibly qualify as a date would be the time that he...well he tried to take me to my spring formal. The night didn't exactly go as planned.

But I knew he liked me. I would catch him staring at times. He was so overprotective. And how he acted around me, talked to me just...well it just told me.

And he knew I liked him as well. I think he got a little kick about it, because he knew that the fact that I did alone drove me crazy. That made it ten times as much fun for him when he would tease me.

Or in other words flirt with me.

But Kevin would never admit that, and that was what cause me to stay up all hours of the night. I couldn't understand why he was so scared to start a relationship, to admit that he cared.

Before I knew it I was asleep, though only for a few hours.

My alarm awoke me a mere two and a half hours later, and I wanted nothing but to throw it into the nearest wall. Rest was the only thing I needed, more than food or water or air. I had it in my right mind to just lay out of school, but I had an english exam that I didn't need to miss.

So I groggily got out of bed and gor ready for the day to come.

I was running late by the time that I showered and dressed, so breakfast was out of the question. I nearly ran down the stairs after I grabbed my book-bag and purse, and was almost out the door until-

"Hold up, kiddo. What's the rush?" spoke my father from the living room. He sat in his recliner, newspaper in his hands. He scanned the pages with fascination just the same as every morning, then looked up to me, "Aren't you going to say hello or good morning? Any acknowledgement would be nice."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I just-"

He chuckled. "I know. I know. You're running a little late this morning. I just wanted to talk to you before you ran off."

"Oh." I tucked a stay of my hair behind an ear and reached for the door.

"Oh, wait, Gwen. You're boyfriend's out there."

I stopped dead on the spot. "M-my who?" I whirled around to face my father.

"Yeah, you know, that Levin kid. He's the guy I met when...my mom visited."

"You mean when you're mother blew in the front wall of my house," called my own mother's voice from the kitchen.

"Yeah," my dad replied, rubbing the back oh his head. "Anyways he's here."

"But-but why?" I was astonished.

"He said he wanted to give you a ride to school," the man said simply, adjusting his glasses.

"But-but-" He wanted to give me a ride to school?

"I think it's sweet," my mom piped in as she entered the living room. "I'm glad Gwen has a boy that'll do things like that for her."

"But-but we're not-"

"Well go on sweetie. You don't want to keep him waiting." Mrs. Tennyson rushed me out the door, not giving me a chance to speak, and sure enough, there he was.

Kevin stood in my driveway, slightly leaning against his green Camero. He had on sunglasses, his favorite jacket, and the rest of his usual attire. He smiled when he saw me. "Well good morning, Gwen. You look nice toda-"

"Why are you here, Kevin?" I interrupted, now a few feet from him.

"I came to give you a ride. I thought that maybe-"

"Why are you here, Kevin?" I was now face to face with him.

"Can't I just come here to see if a pretty young girl needed a-"

"No. Now why are you here, Kevin?"

"Fine." He took off the sunglasses. "I have a tiny little issue that I need your help with."

"See? That sounds a little more believable." I readjusted my book-bag and walked over to the passenger side of the car.

Once I was in Kevin began to explain. "Okay. You know that Stephanie Clements girl that goes to your prep school?" he asked as he turned on the engine.

My stomach clenched. "What do you want me to ask her out for you or something?"

"Hell no!" He pulled out of my drive way and headed towards my high school. "She's my problem."

"Um...why? My uneasiness left. At least he didn't want to date her.

"She's been stalking me."

I went into a fit of laughter. "She's stalking you?"

"Yeah. She's been following me around, and trying to get me to ask her out. It's driving me crazy."

I continued to laugh hysterically.

"It's not funny." He turned left. We were now about seven minutes from our destination.

"Yes it is," I replied, trying to stifle my giggles. "So how do you need my help exactly?"

"Well...."

"Well?"

"I was wondering if you could help me give her the hint that-that I don't like her."

What? "I'm not following you."

He started to blush. Did I miss something?

"Well that was why I came to pick you up. I though that maybe-maybe if she saw that I like someone else, then she's leave me alone."

Wait. "You want me to pretend to be you're girlfriend?"

"Please?" We pulled into the parking lot.

"Why me?" I asked, grabbing my purse.

"I'm a horrible actor, but with you it would be easy." He jumped out of the Camero and ran around to my door.

I thought I was going to hyperventalate. Did he just admit that he liked me? That's what it sounded like.

He opened my door and held out his hand. "Well?"

I fully admit that I got some sick enjoyment in this. Besides I never liked Stephanie Clements. "Sure." I placed my hand in his, and he helped me out of the car.

A/N: What will happen next? So what did you guys think? Please review.