I woke up, sweating. The blankets weren't pulled up around me anymore, and they were pulled up around Max's sleeping body. He looked peaceful, which was far away from what I felt. I got up, walking around my bed to get to my closet. I was barely able to recognize the white walls in the moonlight. Man I really need to change the color. I guess tomorrow I can go to the store and buy some light purple paint. That can be my first project. I walked to the doors of my closet and opened the left one, walking over to the dresser in there that held my hoodies. I pulled on my Cool Story Babe Now Make Me A Sandwich sweatshirt and felt comforted by the warmth it gave me.
I made my way out of my closet and into the hallway, walking to the stairs. I made my way quietly down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, taking a drink. I still wasn't calmed down, so after finishing my water I walked back up the stairs and walked back to my closet. I stripped down from my warm clothes and changes into another oair of Nike shorts, pulling a sports bra on and a long sleeve purple shirt, my purple and yellow and blue Nike shorts and a pair of my tennis shoes(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=60392706) I tied my shoes after I got my socks on and walked over to my phone and grabbed my headphones. It was 3:27, around the time I would normally wake up from a nightmare. This had basically become a routine, and I was sadly used to it. I plugged my headphones and turned on Ronan by Taylor Swift. I loved this song, it was so touching. I decided on my running playlist which mainly consisted of Lil Wayne and B.O.B., but also had some Cher Lloyd mixed in there along with some other artists. I had about 1000 songs on my phone, always finding new music I wanted.
I walked to the door and made my way out, locking the door and closing it quietly behind me. I ran a different route that usual, interested in a different scenery to clear my head. I made my way down several streets, and decided to go back to the house once I looked at my phone and found it was 7 in the morning. I ran back home, getting there about 10 minutes later since I was running in a big circle. I didn't realize how close I was to the house, but I guess when I get into running, you never know how long I'm going to be gone. I walked up to the porch, finding the extra key hidden where Max had showed me when we left yesterday so I wouldn't get locked out. I used it to get myself in, not really making any noise and hising the key again. I walked back to the stairs, untying my shoes on my way and slipping them off, rubbing the pain from my feet.
I opened my door slightly finding Max still sleeping in the same position like I was still next to him. I smiled at the sleeping boy and walked back over to my dresser, pulling out new underwear and a new bra, and walked into my closet setting them on the table that was in the middle. I picked out my coca cola tank top and my jean shorts, knowing it was going to be a warm day, plus I was going to paint. I pulled a pair of socks out along with my red vans and set everything on the table so I didn't have to dig through my drawers when I got back from the shower.
I silently made my way into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly and turning on the fan and lights. I turned the shower on, and undressed letting it warm up. I crawled into the warm shower, feeling the warmness relax some of my muscles. I knew that I would have to work hard today, but I already got my run out of the way so all I had to do was paint my whole room and workout, then do some dancing. It was going to be a long day. I savored the time I had in the shower before washing my hair and body and face. I didn't want to get out, but figured that it was going to happen sometime. I got out and wrapped my towel around me, turning the lights and fan off so I would wake Max. I walked into my closet, shutting the doors behind me and turning on the lights so I could get dressed. I pulled on my clothes, and made my way out of the closet, turning off hte light on my way out.
I walked out and found Max staring at me. I immediatly felt self consious, but I tried not to show it. He smiled at me.
"You look pretty." He said with that same smile. It was contagious and I smiled back at him.
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Taking Chances(Max Schneider Fan Fiction
Fiksi PenggemarAli West has gotten excepted into Juilliard, and is moving to New York. She lives in LA, and makes her way across the country to show how well she can dance. She's also able to sing, but no one really knows beside her mom, dad, and best friend Charl...