The Strength Hidden Within ( A Max Schneider Fanfic) Chapter 1

The Strength Hidden Within ( A Max Schneider Fanfic) Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I spent the rest of the night reliving the whole date in my mind, every single detail. Especially the meal, music, mode of transportation, and the flowers. Oh, the flowers. By morning, I was sure this tingling feeling inside me was something I had never experienced before. Getting ready for my last day of work for the week, I practically danced around my flat. Arriving at work, I found Max waiting outside with a vanilla steamer and a muffin for me. "Here is your breakfast, milady." I practically snorted even though it was a bit corny, but it was cute coming from him.

"How'd you know what I liked to eat for breakfast?" "Oh, well I had a vision of me bringing you this breakfast, and it had to come true. So I made it happen." He said after subconsciously did that adorable hair flip and flashed his insane smile. We spent the rest of the day chatting, listening to The Beatles on records, and snuggling in back among the lounging couches. Around 6, I closed up shop and hand in hand Max and I walked to Jean-Georges restaurant around the corner.

The food was great and afterward Max took me to his apartment overlooking central park. "How do you like the view, I have gotten tired of it. I may move into a smaller apartment closer to the Hudson." I couldn't believe he didn't love the view; it was breathtaking compared to my brick wall view of the building next door. 'Want to watch a movie," I asked as he started to take his shoes and jacket off, giving me a view of his sculpted chest, but also the tattoo on his side. It read, 'Hold fast to dreams. For if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.' There was a flock of 4 or so birds flying behind it, with one among them with a bandaged wing. It was beautiful, but I could tell by the way he quickly fixed his shirt he didn't want it to be seen.

The silence became really awkward for both of us, so I walked toward the cupboard took look at movies. I ended up choosing A walk to remember, and Max agreed to keeping the mood light tonight. By the end I was bawling my eyes out, and had to turn away so Max wouldn't see. Instead of letting me look away, Max pulled my arms that were covering my face towards him. He pulled my hands off my eyes, and wiped away my tears. "Don't hide from me," He said, "I want to see your tears. Don't be embarrassed by them, they express what you can't say." I was dumbfounded at what he had just said to me.

I started to laugh because of how bad I knew I probably looked with tears and mascara down my face. But before I could however, Max had me locked into his embrace and his lips were against mine. He grabbed my hand and put it to his heart saying, "You've captured my heart, and it will be yours until you no longer want it whenever that might be." Now there was no stopping the tears that flowed down my face. Max pulled me into his shirt, and I was forced to smear his shirt with mascara and tears. I stayed in his embrace for the rest of the night.

When I woke up the next morning, Max was behind me and had his arms wrapped around my torso with me facing his chest. He looked so peaceful with his hair all curly and crazy and the slight smile on his face. Getting up to get dressed and make it out before he woke, I almost knocked an award and chair over. But before I could make it to the door, Max was off the couch and had me pulled into his arms as he swung me around. "Where you sneaking off to at this ungodly hour?"

"I wanted to leave without waking you up. Even though it's Saturday, I didn't want to impede on your crazy work filled weekend." He started walking toward the kitchen and proceeded to take out a pan, eggs and a mixing bowl. "Do you want scrambled or sunny side up?" He asked, without even answering to my initial statement. "Sunny side up, I guess." Quickly finishing the mixing and cooking, Max had the plate in front of me in record time, along with a cup of cocoa and a chocolate muffin.

"Hey, how about I go to work and you go back to being Max Schneider. Then at seven o'clock we can meet at that Italian restaurant you love down the street from your apartment. "Okay," he said, "you got a deal. See you at seven!" I quietly said a quick yes, and gave Max a kiss on the cheek before turning and walking out of his apartment and out the front lobby.

SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT, I WAS RUSHED AND WAS BUSY WHEN I WROTE IT!!!!