My Roommate Max... A Max Schneider Fan Fiction

Chapter Forty: Out for the Evening

~ They go dancing... Around and around, without any care ~

Chapter Forty: Out for the Evening

The next few weeks went by relatively quickly, between classes, homework, papers, and of course the love of my life. August seemed to pass faster than I could fathom, giving way to the crisp feeling of September in the New York air. Max and I enjoyed every day, our time sacred to us both.

I had gone out and actually gotten a small part-time job at a tiny coffee shop, leaving me with less time at home with Max. But we both somehow managed being without each other, even though it drove us both mad sometimes. It seemed we'd actually grown even more attached to each other, if it was even possible.

Plans had been made for Dustin and Ali to come visit us for part of Christmas break. I looked forward to it, seeing as how I missed my best friend and older brother more than anything sometimes. I'd tried to get Lizzy to come down too, but she and Mom had already made plans to go visit our grandparents in Nevada. It was alright, but I would miss her too.

Underneath it all, I'd begun singing openly and freely around the house now, which Max loved. He'd been so excited he'd gotten me out of my shell about my voice, so happy he got to hear it more and more often. Sometimes we would sit on the back porch or in one of our rooms, him softly strumming his ukulele and singing with me. It was comforting, the sound of his voice harmonizing with mine. It soothed me.

And, I noticed above all else, Max still loved me like he did when we first admitted we were falling for each other. He still looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met in his entire life, still spoke to me like I was his favorite person in the whole world. Time hadn't changed that.

And I think I loved him even more for it.

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I hummed to myself as I turned the page in my book, the soft quiet all around me soothing. I looked up around the almost empty coffee shop, seeing how many people were still here. There were a few college guys in the back corner on laptops, one of them with their noses stuck in a textbook, all of them with earbuds in their ears. There was an older man named Mr.Anthony, one of my regulars who would stay until closing, who sat at the bar and quietly read his newspaper through aged glasses. His soft, white, wispy hair was receding, and he'd quite taken a liking to me, often keeping me company when I had later shifts, like I had now.

They were the only ones here, a slow evening. I sighed softly, sipping on the mocha frappe I'd made for myself a few minutes ago, happily returning to my book.

My phone buzzed at about the same time another older gentleman walked in, making the bells on the door ring. Mr.Anthony looked up from his paper, looking back at him and smiling. They greeted each other like old friends, making me smile slightly as I gently sat my book down, checking my phone quickly, seeing a text:

'Max

I chuckled, typing a quick reply:

'I love you too baby, and I miss you like mad. Thanks for the reminder :)'

I returned my phone to my apron, walking over to the pair of older gentleman. I smiled warmly as Mr.Anthony looked up at me, returning my grin.

"Good evening," his friend greeted me with a smile. I returned it, running my fingers through my hair.

"Hello," I said. "What can I get you?" I asked.

"Fix him up something good, Miss Blakely," Mr.Anthony said before his friend could respond. "Maybe your signature?" he suggested, winking. I smiled, nodding as I turned to fix him a warm mug of coffee. One night, when it was just Mr.Anthony and I, we began tinkering with all the different things we could do to a simple mug of coffee, and we created what we called my signature. It was something of an inside joke now, since I only made it for him and myself on occasion.