Max and I (A Max Schneider Fanfic)

~Epilogue~

~Two Years Later~

"Max why did you fly us all the way to New York to come to Central Park?" I asked him as I sat down on our bench. I now permanently live in L.A. A lot has happened in the past few years. Max and I have won a few blimps at the Kid's Choice Awards and a few nominations at the Emmy's. It has really been a blast. Max and I got an acting job together and we will be starring as the lead roles in a new Nickelodeon movie.

"Because I had to do this," Max said, getting down on one knee. Oh my God. This. Isn't. Happening. Max pulled out a small black leather box. He opened it and there was a huge engagement ring inside. "Marissa Christine Addams, would you do me the honors, of marrying me?" He asked me, his hands shaking nervously.

"Of course I will!" I choked out, tears of joy pouring down my face. He slid the ring onto my finger, it fit like a glove. I threw myself into his arms and he stood up, wrapping them around me. "I- love- you- so- much!" I said in between happy sobs.

"I love you more than anything. More than my job, more than my music, even more then my ukulele!" He smiled, tears slowly running down his face as well. I laughed at the thing he said and wiped the tears away from his eyes. He did the same to me and I leaned in and kissed him. He bent me back, supporting my weight, and kissed me back.

There were cheers coming from all around us. And a crowd had gathered as well as a few paparazzi. They didn't bother me though. I am engaged! And I am proud of it! I couldn't imagine marrying anybody but Max.

"We can hire someone to plan the wedding, we can rent out the most beautiful venue, we will hire the best rabi in all of America, we can do anything you want. Don't worry about the money. I will cover it all," Max told me.

"Oh, baby you don't have to do that!" I replied, "I can help too!"

"No, I won't let you!" He argued.

"I already know where I want to get married!" I exclaimed.

"Where?" He asked.

"Here!" I laughed. I pulled away from him and spun in a circle, gesturing to the park around me. I stopped spinning, giggling like a little girl.

"There isn't any place that I would rather have it!" He laughed, picking me up bridal style and spinning me around. We both laughed, then I put my hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. I love the boy holding me. At 22 years old, he should be considered a man. But the person in front of me, his eyes sparkling with excitement, will always be that same little boy to me.

"You make me so happy Mary!" Max smiled my favorite smile.

"You make my world go around!" I smiled back. I loved this boy more than anything else. He is my world. I kissed him on the cheek and grinned as I said this last sentence, "You complete my story."