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There was only about fifteen minutes until the charity walk started and Wendy was trying (and failing) to get Kevin to hurry his ass up and get to the car.
”Kevin, we can’t be late! Mrs. Washington is counting on me to-“ Wendy’s voice is cut off by a fake cheerful lower voice.
“She’s counting on you to be the first one across the finish line!” Wendy’s boyfriend makes a childish jump and waves his hands, grinning. His demeanor oozes with faux excitement.
Her face falls and she gives him annoyed eyes. “I’m serious, Kevin.”
Kevin sighs and his gaze goes to the ceiling, “I know, I know,” he responds in resignation and starts walking to the car. “But we will be doing the most laps if it’s the last thing we do, ma’am,” he says using an extremely random and admittedly terrible southern accent.
Wendy has learned to simply let him do his thing when she hears his strange accents. Ever since they got together a few months ago she has had to endure voice after voice, and none of them have been particularly impressive. But Wendy has never failed to give each one a laugh..except that time she did and Kevin’s face looked like his golden retriever had just gotten run over and he was the one who had to clean it up. As of right now however, she chuckles under her breath just loud enough for him to hear her and gets into the driver’s seat.
”So, when’re you gonna let me drive, Wen? Worried your precious truck might meet its end at the hand of a sycamore?” Kevin’s face is cheeky and he’s staring at her from the passenger’s seat like a little kid watching their favorite movie.
Wendy’s truck had been her father’s years ago. Every time he had taken her to his car shows they had taken that exact truck. That was until her interests drifted away from trucks and into art and her fathers just drifted away from…her. ”More like a street sign,” she plays along with his joke but doesn’t give a real answer about why she doesn’t trust him with her truck—or anyone with her truck.
Approximately 7 minutes later, Wendy’s truck pulls into the local park equipped with a play structure and large patch of overgrown grass with a ring of dirt around it for walking on. Kevin groans and turns his head over to face Wendy as she shuts the engine off. “We really just walk in a circle for this thing? And how is walking gonna raise money?”
Wendy sighs and turns to face him as well. “The people that walk donate money..I’m donating for the both of us to walk.”
”We’re paying to walk! Why don’t we just donate and get out of there?!” Kevin whines and shrugs his shoulders.
”C’mon! It’s- it’s a thing. A charity walk is like…a really popular way to raise money, Kevin,” Wendy’s tone is recognized by Kevin as the one she uses when she’s lost all patience for him. He relents and gives her a sigh back.
”Okay, okay. I guess we’ll…do some laps and not skip leg day,” he smirks and actually gets a half smile out of his quite annoyed girlfriend. She welcomes the peck on the cheek he gives her as he opens his passenger door shouting, “LET’S GET OUR LAP ON!”
A few minutes later after, Wendy had checked in and turned her check in and she and Kevin had taken their places on the “starting line” as he called it. The clock turns noon and all the people who had shown up for the charity gathering start their journey (of walking in a circle).
Kevin instantly grabs Wendy’s hand and starts running, prompting a yelp from his girlfriend and a barrage of whacks on his arm. “Kevin! Hey! It’s not a race..STOP!”
Kevin erupts into a fit of laughter and slows down, turning to face his heaving partner and noticing how far away everyone else is. “Okay, I’ll slow down! …you should see your face right now.”
Wendy looked like her name twin Wednesday Addams with the expression she was giving her boyfriend at that moment. “You are so immature.”
”Immature or immensely hilarious?” Kevin smirks and gives a poor attempt at a joke to lighten her mood, overpronouncing the “imm” sound.
”Definitely not the latter,” she says in response with a shake of her head and begins walking again.
Kevin sighs and stumbles his way over to follow her lead. “Wen..Wen Wen Wen Wen- I was just kidding.” He reaches for her hand again and when she pulls it away, he searches for it again. That is until she looks at him and he grins, grasping her hand warmly.
”Just walk like a sane person.”
”Sane, person, walk, got it,” he nods blankly and repeats what he hears, making sure to put on his best military voice as well.
Wendy exhales through her nose as a laugh and looks at him fondly as they walk. “I love how you listen so well,” she says sarcastically.
”Listen, well, got it,” he continues and fully locks in to the walking, nodding his head and keeping a straight face. Wendy actually lets out an audible laugh as he doesn’t stop doing the weird “attenhut” thing, walking alongside him.
After walking for at least 15 minutes, Kevin’s adhd was beginning to become a forefront on his mind. “Is that circle number three or circle number four?”
Wendy gives him a look, “circle number what?
“Our lap number. Around this beautiful circular landscape with riveting views of the local kids playing four square and yelling at each other!” Kevin brings back his British accent to attempt to entertain himself.
”I’m not counting the laps, Kevin. It’s just about raising awareness..not whoever completes the most laps. This isn’t gym class. I’d know if it were; there’d be a way larger amount of sweaty teen boys and way less rickety bones,” Wendy looks around at the crowd who showed up for the charity walk, sadly consisting of many attendees of the local retirement home and…her and Kevin.
Kevin laughs but then gives her a straight face. “Not funny, Wendy. Those alleged ‘sweaty teen boys’ are my flesh and blood!”
Wendy just pauses and then bursts out laughing. “Never EVER say that again..”
Kevin feigns offense and follows after her again, “what, you don’t support me and my wolf pack?” Kevin makes another “pack” joke that Wendy’s been trying to avoid having to listen to for a while. She always thought that considering people are..people..and not to be grouped into “packs” that even joking about it is ridiculous. But, her boyfriend thinks it’s funny or something, so she has to deal with hearing about it.
”No,” is all she replies and scoffs in slight amusement.
”Well I for one at incredibly offended and speaking for everyone else that you don’t support, we are..not..happy with you,” Kevin struggles to find the words to try and continue the bit while also being funny. Wendy was sometimes difficult to amuse when he was actually trying, as it seemed she had the most fun with whatever comes out of his mouth naturally.
Wendy gives a mocking look of worry to Kevin. “Oh no, are you gonna sick your wolf brothers on me?” Wendy snorts at her own words.
”As a matter of fact, yeah, I think i will,” Kevin replies with a lighthearted sense of confidence. “And you won’t see it coming!” He points at her to really get his point across.
”I guess I should watch my back then,” Wendy smirks and pulls them both to the water station to get a drink. The sun had begun to get closer to its peak and the weather was getting warmer. Kevin takes his jacket off and throws it on the ground.
Wendy spots the dusty ground that he had thrown his jacket on. “Are you gonna wash that later?”
”No.”
”No?” Wendy’s tone is a mix of disgust and shock (but not too much shock).
”Nope. It’s fine down there,” Kevin says like it’s the most normal thing ever. His level of cleanliness when it came to clothes was A: if it smelled good, and B: if there were any noticeable stains on it. Other than that, everything was fair game. Which of course makes Wendy gag at the thought.
”It’s obviously not fine, there’s already a ton of dust on it,” Wendy continues, thinking she’s getting somewhere with him, but deep down knowing his habits.
”Then I’ll brush it off later,” Kevin shrugs and grabs her hand again, “Cmon, I think that lady in the grey is catching up to us.” He gives the lady a glare not unlike those in western movies and squints, causing Wendy to shake her head but smile and agree.
More time passes and the walk comes to a close. Mrs. Washington calls everyone to attention to let the crowd know they raised over 1500 dollars altogether and that the walk was a success. Wendy grins at Kevin and he accepts her hug. She pulls away just enough to see his face but also so his hands can rest on her hips, “she really wanted this to work out, I’m glad we raised so much money for the center.”
”I think I got the whole ‘walking for charity thing..’ each step grows a dollar bill under the people’s shoes and Washington followed us to pick each bill up and-“ Kevin’s conspiracy rant is interrupted by his amused girlfriend with a small kiss on the lips—to which he gladly accepts.
”I’m glad you did this with me.” Wendy’s eyes gleam up at his and her appreciation shines.
“I’m glad we totally won. I don’t think any of those crypt keepers were averaging 2 laps a minute,” Kevin says cockily with a raise of his eyebrow and everything.
”I don’t think WE were doing 2 laps a minute,” Wendy replies alongside her small laugh.
”But were you counting? I don’t think so.”
”No I wasn’t counting but I don’t thi-“
”Then how could you know?” Kevin doubles down and accuses her with a small smirk, keeping his serious tone. The pair laugh quietly together as they head back to Wendy’s truck, ready to leave the circle and move closer to the real world again.