Max and I (A Max Schneider Fanfic)

~Chapter 9~

~Chapter 9~

 

 

 

The concert was awesome. Max rocked it. He didn't get time to say bye afterwords. He was rushed into a car and back to wherever he was staying. I was rushed to the next class. I couldn't think straight the rest of the day. Had I really kissed Max Schneider? My best friend? I know it meant nothing, and it was just acting, but doesn't it count?

When school let out I sat down on a bench in the front of the school and pulled out my phone. I went into my contacts and selected Max's number. I hit 'New Text' and sent him a message. Here was our conversation:

Me- Hey Max. It's Mary. Wassup?

Max- Not much. You?

Me- Just waiting to find out what my plans are for today.

Max- Correction. OUR plans. Wanna hang?

Me- Yeah, sure. What time?

Max- Now if your cool with it.

Me- Yeah. Where do you wanna meet?

Max- Central Park. Right by the fountains.

Me- Seeya there!

Max- Seeya!

I walked over to the bike stand, unlocked the chain that tied my bike to the stand, and hopped on. I threw my bag in the basket (like I always do), and kicked off. I wonder how much security is gonna be with Max. With a superstar like that I have a feeling he's not just gonna walk around without anything to keep away the crazy fans and paparazzi.

When I showed up he was sitting on the edge of the fountain looking down at his phone. He was with no security what so ever. He was wearing aviator glasses and a black tanktop. As I got closer I was able to read his shirt. It said 'Supah Dupah Dope' in red letters. He had his ukulele on his back. That's my Max.

"OMG! It's Max Schneider!" I joked when I was within 5 feet of him.

"Shh! What are you doing?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me down beside him. "If someone notices me, then they notice me. No big deal. But I'd rather avoid it. What on earth were you doing?"

"Sorry," I blushed. I didn't realize how hectic it must be everytime he goes out somewhere. Constantly being mobbed by fans.

"It's okay. Wear these,"  he pulled another pair of aviator glasses out of his pocket and handed them to me.

"Why?" I asked, hesitantly putting them on.

"Just in case. We don't need paparazzi taking pictures of you. At least these somewhat hide your face," he explained.

"What's wrong with my face?" I joked giving him a sad expression.

"No I just meant-" he began.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" I giggled and splashed him with water from the fountain.

"Oh no you don't!" he laughed and splashed me back. We started a mini water fight and once we were sopping wet we started hysterically laughing at ourselves.

"We are so immature!" I said.

"I know," he smiled then led me over to a bench. I recognized this bench. It's the same bench that we used to sit on when we were eleven. He pulled his ukulele off of his back. "What shall I play you today?" he asked just like he used to.

"Surprise me," I replied.

I noticed a familiar tune. "If you ever leave me baby," he began to sing. I recognized the song. It was Bruno Mars' 'It Will Rain' . I closed my eyes and got lost in the music. He has the most beautiful voice. He gets so into his songs, you can hear and see the emotion he puts into it. I was disturbed when he abruptly stopped playing and singing.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Paparazzi," he said quietly and stood up. "Let's go." He offered me a hand up and I took it. He linked his arm through mine and we walked away.

We walked until we were well into the city then he sat down on a metal bench and I joined him. "Sorry Mary," he apologized.

"For what? You did nothing wrong," I gave him a questioning look.

"The paparazzi recognized me. I don't think they knew who you are though. That's good. But I wouldn't be surprised if we pop up in a magazine in the next few weeks. I'm sorry, I didn't want this to happen."

I put my hand on his shoulder to calm him. "It's okay, it was bound to happen sooner or later."

He ran his hand through his hair, making it messy. But a good messy. Almost like a neat-messy. If that makes any sense. "Sorry," he said again. "Let's go home."

I stood up and linked my arm with his as we had earlier. "Let's go home," I replied, then we walked home to my building, and his old building.