Max and I (A Max Schneider Fanfic)

~Chapter 35~

~Chapter 35~

"Where are we going next?" I asked Max as we walked hand in hand, leaving the subway station.

"A place," he replied.

"Does that place have a name?"

"Yes."

"Then what is it?"

"A surprise," Max laughed.

"Not funny," I tried to pout but I couldn't help but laughing too.

"We're almost there, be patient."

"I am being patient!"

"Sure babe, what ever floats your boat," he shrugged.

"Knock it off!" I replied, playfully punching him in the arm.

"We're here," he said stopping short.

I looked around us. We were in a empty alley in front of an old warehouse.

"What exactly is here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow questioning him.

"The warehouse."

"Warehouse?"

"You'll see, come inside!" Max took my hand and pulled my into the doors of the building. The warehouse was old and abandoned, shattered glass amoung the floor.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked him as we stepped over a pile of debris from where the roof caved in. "It doesn't look safe."

"I'm sure. Just follow me," Max continued pulling me farther into the broken down building. We soon walked into the darkest room of the old warehouse. It was pitch black and there were no windows. I heard shuffling sounds and moved closer to Max, only to find he wasn't there. All of the sudden there was a flash of light and the room was dimly glowing. I found Max standing by what looked like a big power switch.

I looked around the room. It was a small room, smaller than my bedroom at home. On one wall there was a collage of pictures, on the other there was a bunch of sketches and drawings. The third wall was covered with hanging Christmas lights. The fourth one wall, the one behind me, was painted sky blue and purple. Those were Max and I's favorite colors.

"Wow," I muttered walking over to the collage of photos. I instantly noticed that the photos were of Max and I throughout our childhood. From ages 2-14 years old. There was a big space in the middle of the collage. I didn't understand why it was there. I guess I'll ask Max later. Then I walked over to the wall of drawings and sketches. They were my doodles of Max and I. Some were colored in, some were halfway colored, and some were still black and white. I gave these to Max when he moved away. They were gathered in a box under my bed for years.

"This place is beautiful," I commented, walking over to where Max was sitting on an old couch placed in the middle of the room. Across from it was another couch just like it and a coffee table in between.

"I was hoping you'd like it. I started working on it when we were 8. I found this place when riding through the city one day," Max said, standing up and walking over to the wall where the pictures of us hang.

"Twelve years in the making. Wow," was all I could think of to say. This place was truly magical. To anybody else it might sound junky, but to me, it was heaven.

"I'm not done yet," Max sighed.

"What's left?" I asked.

"The center of the collage. I have spent twelve years thinking about what to place in the center. The idea never hit me until recently," he answered. I looked at the collage. The pictures were of us playing, dancing, hugging, and smiling. I felt as if there was something missing.

"I finally realized what the missing piece of my collage was. I figured out what the missing piece of me was too. It was you," he took my hand and bent down and kissed me softly on the lips. Aww! I wanted to melt right then and there.

"This is the final piece to our collage, our puzzle, our life," Max said, pulling a piece of folded paper out of his pocket. He started to unfold it and he told me to turn around so I couldn't see. He quickly hung it then told me I could turn back around.

I quickly turned back to the collage. There was a big picture of Max and I kissing on our bench during our first interview. That's what was missing. There were pictures of Max and I as friends, but never any of us as a couple.

"It's amazing, you're amazing Max!" I cried as tears of joy slid down my face. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.

"You are my inspiration. Now let get going. We still have more places to go," he pulled away, grabbed my hand, and shut off the light.

"More?" I asked as we climbed back over the debris and out of the building.

"Yup. More," he smiled my favorite smile.

"With you there's always more of everything," I laughed.

"Like what?" He questioned.

"Laughs, smiles, hugs, kisses, energy, sparks, and love," I replied.

"I try to be different. I don't want to be just a face in a crowd."

"Max you are different, you are special, you are fantastic and amazing. You are all of these things because you are you! Your life is a real Cinderella story! Don't let anybody tell you how to live life."

"Aren't you telling me how to right now?" Max joked.

"Sorry I was trying to make an inspirational speech there!" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't need any of those things, or that inspirational speech. As long as I have you, my life will be a love story. Because you are my Juliette," he smiled.

"And you are my Romeo," I replied.

"This is our love story," he sighed holding up our hands that were intertwined. Love story. That gave me an idea. I think I have my next new song idea. Love Story.