Another lil Benley collection

Under Your Window

Ben stood outside Miranda's bedroom window, the soft glow of moonlight illuminating his determined face as he held the boombox in the air. Love songs filled the night air, each melody a plea for forgiveness and reconciliation.

Callie leaned out of the window above, her arms folded and a scowl etched across her features. "Ben, seriously, just go home. Miranda's not interested in talking to you right now."

But Ben shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "I need to talk to her, Callie. I messed up, and I can't let her go without fixing things."

Callie sighed, exasperated. "Look, she's upset. Give her some space."

"I can't just leave it like this," Ben insisted, his voice tinged with desperation. "I love her, Callie. I need her to know that."

For a moment, Callie softened, understanding the depth of Ben's feelings. But she remained firm. "You're not helping by hovering outside her window like some lovesick puppy. Give her time to cool off, then talk to her tomorrow."

But Ben couldn't bring himself to give up. He had to make things right with Miranda, no matter what. Ignoring Callie's protests, he continued to stand there, his eyes fixed on the window, waiting for any sign of Miranda.

Finally Miranda appeared at the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion. "Ben, seriously, you need to go. I don't want any drama right now, and I definitely don't want the neighbors calling the cops about some idiot with a boombox under my window."

But Ben's resolve remained unshaken. He took a step closer to the window, his eyes pleading with her. "Miranda, please. Just give me a chance to explain. I know I messed up, but I can't let things end like this."

She sighed, torn between her irritation and the lingering feelings she held for Ben. "There's nothing left to say, Ben. You said it all when you walked out on me."

"I was wrong, Miranda. I shouldn't have left," Ben admitted, his voice filled with regret. "But I still love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

She hesitated, her resolve wavering as she gazed into Ben's earnest eyes. Despite herself, she felt a flicker of hope reigniting within her. "You can't just fix everything with a boombox and some cheesy love songs, Ben."

"I know," He replied softly. "But it's a start. Please, just give me a chance to talk to you. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

Miranda hesitated, torn between her frustration and the sincerity in Ben's words. "Ben, please. You're making a scene."

"I don't care about that," He declared, his voice filled with determination. "I just need a chance to talk to you, to explain."

Callie stepped forward "Close the window, Miranda. He's not listening."

Miranda sighed, torn between her annoyance and a lingering sense of empathy. "Fine," she relented, closing the window with a soft click.

Ben's heart sank as the window shut, blocking his last line of communication with Miranda. But he wasn't ready to give up just yet. With a defiant gesture, he cranked up the volume on the boombox and began to yell over the music.

"Miranda, I love you! I know I messed up, but please, just hear me out!"

His words echoed through the quiet night, a desperate plea for forgiveness and understanding. Whether Miranda would relent and open the window once more remained to be seen, but Ben was determined to make his voice heard, no matter the cost.

Inside, Miranda paced back and forth, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "What am I going to do, Callie? He's not going to give up."

Callie placed a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder. "He'll either get the message to give you space or his boombox will die. Whichever comes first."