The Bank Statement
Oct. 27th, 2010 01:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dorksidefikerTitle: The Bank Statement
Fandom: Ben 10 Alien Force
Characters: Ben, Kevin
Prompt: 18. Rich
Word Count: 231
Rating: PG
Summary: Ben gets a look at Kevin’s bank statement.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
Ben was staring at the wall, Kevin’s bank statement sitting in front of him, a vague and unfocused look on his face. Finally, after a lengthy pause, he asked, “How many times have I had to buy things to you?”
“I consider it partial repayment for all the driving around I do for you. Gas ain’t cheap, Tennyson.”
“Dude, you couldn’t spend this all on gas if you drove to the Andromeda Galaxy.” Ben looked around, noting the water stain on the ceiling and the faint smell wafting fro the carpet (which was a kind of moldy green). He looked at Kevin, in his heavily worn jeans (they had oil stains on them, along with other things Ben couldn’t identify) and the black t-shirt that was probably just as badly in need of a wash as the jeans. Kevin sprawled on a recliner that Ben knew Kevin had gotten off the side of the road, because Kevin had made him help move it.
Kevin saw Ben’s look and smirked. “I like this place. I own this place, actually.”
“Where did you get -- never mind, this is one of those things I just don’t wanna know.”
Fandom: Ben 10 Alien Force
Characters: Ben, Kevin
Prompt: 18. Rich
Word Count: 231
Rating: PG
Summary: Ben gets a look at Kevin’s bank statement.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
Ben was staring at the wall, Kevin’s bank statement sitting in front of him, a vague and unfocused look on his face. Finally, after a lengthy pause, he asked, “How many times have I had to buy things to you?”
“I consider it partial repayment for all the driving around I do for you. Gas ain’t cheap, Tennyson.”
“Dude, you couldn’t spend this all on gas if you drove to the Andromeda Galaxy.” Ben looked around, noting the water stain on the ceiling and the faint smell wafting fro the carpet (which was a kind of moldy green). He looked at Kevin, in his heavily worn jeans (they had oil stains on them, along with other things Ben couldn’t identify) and the black t-shirt that was probably just as badly in need of a wash as the jeans. Kevin sprawled on a recliner that Ben knew Kevin had gotten off the side of the road, because Kevin had made him help move it.
Kevin saw Ben’s look and smirked. “I like this place. I own this place, actually.”
“Where did you get -- never mind, this is one of those things I just don’t wanna know.”