A/N: I wanna get this finished kind of soon. I wanna be able to start "Recovering the Gwevin" and one other songfic series I have planned… So you guys just wait. In the meantime, "Benlie Weekend"!
Disclaimer: Songs are by Allstar Weekend and characters are MOA's.
Edited Note: Edited on 3/9/2011 due to lyrics being on it. Lyrics have been taken down. Originally was a songfic.
Clock Runs Out
I know I screwed up and that's always the first step to recovery, isn't it? You have to make sure that you know what you did wrong. And the clock ticks down to my final moments with Julie since I can't find the perfect moment to apologize for everything. Because let's just say that I've done a lot of stuff wrong. Stuff that Julie isn't quite ready to forgive yet.
Seeing Sumo Slammers and fighting Forever Knights during one of her most important tennis matches is definitely at the top of the list. Also, there's kissing Jennifer Nocture. Although I have to say that's not nearly as severe as Kevin kissing Charmcaster. I was at least apologizing instead of making excuses. That has to count for something. And then there's the whole fact of putting her in danger every second we spend together. And having my hand attack her in a park… It was weird, but she got a little mad about that…
"Julie," I say, banging on her window and hoping she'll open up. I don't want to just waltz through the front door and make a scene. That, and I'm pretty sure there was something about windows in 'Romeo and Juliet'. References to romantic plays usually get girls to giggle and forget they're mad, right? …right?
Her window flies open and I barely manage to duck out of the way before it smacks right into my face. I was barely lucky enough to escape it, but I managed. I also managed to lose my balance and fall smack on my butt right on her lawn.
It was at that moment that Ship decided to jump out the window and wag his tail and pester me. Of course… Stupid… dog… thing… animal… doohickey…
"Ben," she hisses through gritted teeth, staring right at me with those heart-stopping eyes that make me want to melt, but now they just make me want to cringe in fear. Because she actually looks threatening. And when Julie's threatening, she actually does scare me. No joke. She's a scary girl when she wants to be.
"Give me a second, Jules," I say, practically begging. I'm sitting there on my butt in her yard, ducking out of the way of murderous windows and she's still ready to criticize me. And I'm pretty sure I'm looking pathetic to her. "Please, just listen? Please?"
"We're running out of time, Ben," she breathes, brushing her hair out of her eyes like she has better things to do. "I'm getting sick of you being so childish and I'm tired of taking care of you like a little baby. I thought we were something more than that."
"And we are," I tell her, getting up the guts to stand up and hope I'm not going to get smacked by the windows since I'm going right back into the danger zone. "I know what we're all about."
Her eyes look me over like I'm a piece of street trash. Well, like I'm Kevin, really. She doesn't exactly approve of Kevin all the time. So she looks at me like I'm him. "Really, Ben, stop before you hurt yourself."
I place my hands on the sill so that I'm closer to her. "Julie, the hero stuff is dying down. I'll have more time for you now. With the rookies nearly trained and everything going calmer, I'll have more time for you." I want to be romantic, but I have no idea how, so I'm really just hoping for the best. Kevin needs schooling in how to be proper and I need to know how in the hell he gets all that freaking charm. The bastard…
"Ben-"
"Julie, give me another chance." I'm literally begging. The only reason I'm not on my knees is because the grass is cold and I don't want stains on my jeans. "Come on, I want to be with you no matter how much of the world gets destroyed when we're together."
She raises an eyebrow and I realize all my charm is pretty much in the toilet so I'm really just hoping for the best and I'm pretty sure that praying can't even save me at this point.
"I'm trying to clean this up." I lean in towards her a little bit more and she's pulling back, her fingers on the windows and she's threatening to close them on me again. They're the kind that swing out and stuff like shutters, but not quite. And they're glass. Being bashed in the head with those things would hurt. "Come on, Jules. Let me try again."
"Julie," I beg just as she swings the windows to hit me. I drop just in time so I don't get whacked with them, but they swing hard enough so that her fingers are caught in the sides and she squeals in pain, not planning to be bashed herself. She had been planning to bash me, not the other way around.
I stand back up, pushing aside the windows to see that her fingers are bleeding. "My god," I breathe, shaking my head. "And people say redheads are a liability."
She gives me a cold stare, brown eyes raging muddy infernos or tornadoes or whatever. She's just pissed and that's what matters. My girlfriend takes a pillow and starts bashing me over the head with it as hard as she can despite her bleeding hands.
I just cringe like a little boy that's afraid of being eaten by a big dog and I'm really hoping she's not too mad…
I eventually grab the pillow from her and I take off my jacket as soon as she's calmed down enough to stop hitting me so much. I mean, once I got the pillow I got her fists and that was even more dangerous, but I got her to calm the hell down after a few more minutes of screaming and shrieking "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU". So I can call it a success.
Quietly, I wrap her hands up in my jacket so it'll stop bleeding. And then she looks at me, features still angry but the storm in her eyes is dying down to a dull roar. And she says, "Don't you dare call me a liability."
I grin and reply, "You're too cute to be a liability, Jules."
And I figure I deserve it, but she slaps me really hard. And despite the fact that her hands are wrapped in my jacket, it stings really bad. "Benjamin Kirby Tennyson-"
"Again with the middle name? Really?"
Julie smacks me again. Harder this time. I deserve it.
And as my face is burning red, I look at her. And she's looking down at my jacket that is stanching the blood that flows from her hands. So I silently take her chin and tilt it upwards so that her gaze meets mine. And it's not angry this time.
It's grateful.
And I lean in to press my lips to hers, sparks bouncing between us. Because I love her still. And I don't think I'll ever stop loving her.
A/N: Another job well done, in my opinion. Benlie really does get easier with practice, I have to say. So reviews are greatly appreciated! Be sure to give me one! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!
~Sky
