Max and I (A Max Schneider Fanfic)

~Chapter 2~

~Chapter 2~

That weekend was kinda slow. I watched Max's new movie with Sarah. I was babysitting her and she insisted on watching it. I had nothing better to do. It was a pretty good movie. Max did amazing. The story was pretty touching. It might have not been to anybody else, but it was to me. Especially because it reminded me of Max's life story. 'Rags' was a pretty good movie. He kissed Keke Palmer like a billion times. I'm sure he has been kissed a zillion times by girls, whether they were friends, fans, or co-stars. It didn't really bother me. Why would it?

As soon as the movie was over Sarah went back to being her bubbly self. She was awfully quiet during the movie. Her eyes were glued on the screen the whole time.

"Mom bought our tickets yesterday!" She said as she turned off the T.V.

"Cool," I replied, completely uninterested.

"Max is your age isn't he?"

"Yeah."

"That would be so cool to date him! Or even to know him!"

"Probably."

"What's wrong? You seem duller than usual."

"Nothing. Just... thinking."

"About what?"

"Max." I sighed.

"Have you ever met him Mary? Did you know him? He did grow up here in Manhattan didn't he?" She asked.

"Yeah, he did. Let's just say I knew him... once upon a time."

"OMG MARY! WHY DIDN"T YOU TELL ME?" She half-screamed, half-shouted.

"Because I knew you would react like this," I pointed at her.

"What was it like? Was it awesome?"

"It was before he was famous. Just ran into him. Not much," I lied.

"YES MUCH!"

"Calm down, it was nothing. Go get ready for bed. Call me in to say goodnight when you are ready," I gestured towards the door to her room. She gave me a pouty face then jumped up and skipped to her room without a word.

The more I think about Max the more I remember and the more I miss. I remember when we were thirteen we used to wait on the street corner at 3:00 every friday. The local icecream man always stopped there. I would get a Two-Ball Screw Ball, and he would get a Fudge Bar. We used to sit there on the corner in the summer heat, and just talk about anything. The weather, school, dreams, hopes, wishes. And then we would climb back upstairs and hang at either his house or my house.

I remember that same summer when he had his Bar Mitzvah.  Max and I danced our butts off that night. We just went crazy. At the ceremonial part, when he had to sing, I literally found tears coming to my eyes. It was honestly the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. He sounded amazing. And then at my Bat Mitzvah later that summer he was in the front isle of the sinagogue. I remember when I forgot the words to sing, Max mouthed every single one to me. He was a life saver that night. I remember when he danced with my little sister.

She was seven. That was the only time she ever met him. Max and I mostly hung out at his house, or out somewhere. That's why Sarah doesn't remember him. She probably forgot all about that dance.

"Mary? Mary?" Sarah called from the other room, waking me from my reverie.

"Coming!" I called as I got up and began to walk towards her room.

When I walked in I noticed the T.V. was paused, and How To Rock was on her T.V. "Again, Sarah?" I asked.

"It never gets old!" she argued.

"It's late though. You need to get some rest."

"I promise I'll go to sleep after this episode. I'll keep it down low," she persuaded.

"Fine. As long as I don't hear it. Goodnight," I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"G'night Mary!" she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug.

I then flipped the switch on her lamp and the room went dark. The only light was coming from the doorway leading out into the hall. I walked to my room and made myself comfortable in bed. I tried to read my copy of 'The Hunger Games' that was sitting on my nightstand. But unfortunately my thoughts and memories of Max interrupted Katniss and Peeta's fight with Cato.

I could not get Max out of my head. How could I? He was everywhere. I reached for a magazine off of my nightstand. It slipped out of my fingers and landed face-down. On the back cover was an advertisement for Dolce & Gabbana. I thought I saw a familiar face. I picked up the magazine and examined the picture in the ad. It was a picture of Max and Madonna. I dropped the magazine back on the floor, on purpose this time, and turned off my light. I turned over and tried to sleep. Even though it was useless.