Raising Mayhem (A Max Schneider Fanfic)

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                                                                      Max's P.O.V

          "Another great rehearsal you guys!" I called out to my band as we all walked out of the room and made our way to my kitchen. "You know it! And if wasn't for me you'd probably suck." Spicy called out.   "Spicy....don't push it." Dan Karp warned him.

 "Yea, I mean we could replace you in a heart beat and know one would even know the difference." Daniel commented. Spicy pulled his attention away from the fridge and glared at him.

                                                             "Says the bass player..."

         I chuckled slightly as the Daniel jumped on him, causing him to fall to the floor. Spicy called for help several times but all I could do was laugh. He really wasn't getting hurt anyways, he was just playing with him. I think....

"You guys don't just stand there! Help me!" he pleads. The rest of the band just stood there laughing, not even making a move to help him. I mean he kind of had it coming.

 "Aye Dan, get your phone out and film this!" Beau urges. "Good idea!" Dan agrees. He whipped out his phone and began filming the whole thing.

"Alright Durston.....Daniel.....DANIEL DURSTON!" I yell. He looks up still penning Spicy to the floor."You shouldn't be doing this..... in my kitchen," I winked. He soon caught on and smirked.

"Alright Max, not in your kitchen," He said mischievously. "Lets go out side Spicy."

He grabs the collar of Spicy's shirt and drags him outside, Dan and Beau following close behind. "What great friends you are!" Is last I heard from him before the door closed.

 I shake my head lightly and laugh. Those guys are a mess, but I guess that's why we get along so well...I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge when I hear a door shut. I look up to see my girlfriend Laura walking over to me.

"Hey Max." She greets me. "Hey baby." I say closing the fridge then leaning against it. "What are those boys doing out there?" She asked. "Oh you know, just killing Spicy that's all."

 I laughed a little bit and she rolls her eyes. "What's wrong with you?"  I ask.  "Nothing...." she drags off. I sigh softly looking at her. "Baby I can't help you unless-"

All of a sudden she kisses me.... hard. I wanted to push her away but  I couldn't do it. She pulled away began kissing my jaw making her way down to my neck. I couldn't help it, a small moan escaped my lips as she bit down leaving little love bites. 

One of my hands found her waste while the other one slipped up her shirt and began undoing her bra. At the same time her hands found my pants zipper and with in a second they were on the floor.

"Are you ready?" She whispered in my ear. Her breath sent chills down my spine and I was so turned on I couldn't say no. She was about to drop my boxers when I heard a door open.

"Hey hey hey! I'm her- oh my glob wrong time!"

Laura  pulls away and I pull my pants up. "Oh uh hey Jake, why are you here?" I ask nervously. "Can I look now?" he asks. "Yes you can look Jake." I say.

Jake removes his fedora from over his eyes and gives me a "are you serious" look.  "Do you know what a room is? Yeah, that kind of stuff is meant for there, not in the kitchen where your 13 year old brother can just walk in and see everything!"

Laura sighs loudly then walks out the door."Is she mad that I caught you?" Jake asks. I shrug slightly and sigh. "Honestly I don't know what her problem is. She's been acting like this for a while," I explain.