Breakeven-Max Schneider Fanfic!

Chapter 15

I awoke with a start, fumbling for my phone, trying to turn my alarm off, groaning loudly as I saw the time. I hopped out of my bed and walked to my closet and grabbing a black off the shoulder sweater, a belted peach colored skirt and some pale pink Oxford flats with lace. I tied my hair up into a sock bun, adding a sparkly head band, smiling. I grabbed my old coach purse which, still had forty bucks in it. I stuffed my phone in there and walked outside, calling a cab.

I got to the mall, my debit card hidden in my purse, the forty bucks stashed in a secret pocket. I walked into Forever 21, looking for something I could wear to the funeral. After picking out some new clothes but deciding they weren't right for a funeral I walked out of the store and into Beall's, going to find the slacks. I picked out a black pair that I thought would fit me and then went to the blouses. I found a black lace one and grabbed a black tank top to go under it. Finally I paid for everything and walked out, deciding to just walk the mall for a bit. As I was walking I decided to dye my hair a bold color. I walked into the salon and asked if they could dye my hair.

"Sure thing, what color?" the lady asked, leading me to a chair.

"I want something really bright and bold, something noticeable." I said, smiling and sitting down.

"How about a dark crimson with black tips?" She asks examining my brown hair, which I took out of my bun.

"Do you think it would look good?" I asked, nervously.

"I know it will, and if not I'll redo it, no charge." She says, smiling.

"First we need to wash your hair." She says motioning for me to follow her, so I do. As she's washing my hair I let my mind wander, thinking back to when I was young and my mom would show me how to wash my hair. I'm so consumed in my thoughts, I don't realize that the lady is trying to get my attention.

"Oops, sorry." I say, sheepishly, she waves it off, walking with me to her chair. She starts making they dye, prepping it to put on y hair.

*2 HOURS LATER*

I'm walking around the mall, showing off my freshly dyed and cut hair, deciding at the last minute to get it all chopped off and donated to charity. Most of my now short hair is a dark crimson, except for the whole bottom layer which is raven-wing black.

"I want you back.." I hear the beginning lines to my favorite Bruno Mars song, Talking To The Moon, rushing to find out where it came from. I stop as I see Max standing on a stage, the microphone in front of his mouth as he sings, Victoria standing beside him, a microphone in her hand, waiting for her cue to sing. I slow down, not wanting to bring attention to myself. I walk into a nearby store and look around, listening and quietly singing along, until Victoria comes in, thinking that she ruined the song.

As I head towards the back of the store, I see the cutest headband that reminds me of Effie's hat. I pick it up and set it on my head, looking in the mirror and nodding in approval. Since its black, I decide to wear it to the funeral.

I walk out as I hear the notes I wrote and showed Max. I listen as he speaks quietly, sadly.

"The girl who wrote this, broke my heart. She was one of a kind and very special to me. She thought that being a celebrity's girlfriend is harder than it actually is. She broke up with me and transferred schools, telling me a mere day before she left. I'd been working on the song when she called it off. She wrote the notes and told me "I only write the notes, someone else has to do the lyrics." and so I wrote them, just for her. I hope you like it." He says, waits one more second and then starts singing.

I listen, humming the notes that I'd written, smiling lightly. I look up and see that Max has stopped singing and is staring at me. Everyone turns and looks and I feel my cheeks flush.

"Colette?" Max asks and I put on a fake confused face.

"Who's Colette?" I ask, hoping my new hair will throw him off. I watch as he hands his microphone off to someone and walks over to me.

"It's you, I know it." He says, looking down at me.

"Nope, you've got the wrong girl, mister." I lie, looking away.

"What happened to your beautiful brown hair?" he asks picking up a piece of my, barely shoulder length crimson and black hair.

I sigh, knowing I can't fool him. "I got it cut and dyed it." I say simply.

"Why?" He asks quietly, knowing everyone's watching us.

"It was time for a change." I say, shrugging.

"But, your brown hair suited you more." He says and I shrug.

"Everyone said blonde suited me better after I dyed it brown, you'll get used to it." I say quietly.

"What if I don't want to get used to it?" Max asks and I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Well you'll have to because I like it." I say, looking away.

"I miss you." He says after a small pause.

"I-I miss you too.." I say quietly, watching as a smile lights up his features.

He pulls me into him and I hear a loud 'Awww.' and remember we're not alone. I pull away, blushing furiously.

He chuckles, looking around. He heads towards the stage, pulling me with him.

"Guys, this is the girl I was talking about in the song. She wrote the notes, I wrote the lyrics." He says, smiling proudly.

"Hey.." I say, waving as he holds the microphone to my mouth.

"Tell them your name." he whispers, nudging me.

"My name is Andie." I lie, looking away from Max as he gives me a confused look.

"Well, this was fun but, I have to go home and prepare for tomorrow." I tell Max, walking to the edge of the stage and hopping down.

{A/N I know, her name is Colette, but I'm trying to make it interesting. So bear with me! (: hope you like it!!}