These are just going to be one-shots in The Selection AU. I hope you like it!

*I found this in my mound of documents. I'm posting it for fun.*

Disclaimer: I don't own The Selection by Kiera Cass or any of its characters.

I walk in the halls of Carolina High to orchestra practice on Friday afternoon. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I eagerly read the text from my boyfriend, Aspen Leger. He's a freshman in college while I'm a senior in high school. We're a year apart, but we make it work.

ASPEN: Hey babe.

I text him back: What's up?

ASPEN: How 'bout you and me go to the Palace tonight?

The Palace is everyone's favorite hang-out place. It's a giant shopping mall probably bigger than an actual palace. Clarkson Schreave owns the place, and he's the richest man in the whole country. I mean, there are more Palace chains in the country then there are McDonald's.

ME: Yeah sure.

ASPEN: I'll pick you up at 5, okay?

ME: K pick me up outside of the main entrance

ASPEN: Alright. Love u

ME: Love u 2

It makes me uncomfortable when I'm in the halls and couples spew out the words "I love you" so carelessly. You might think I'm a total hypocrite, but I'm not. I really love Aspen. We've been dating for two years, but my parents only think we're friends. The only people who know are Aspen's friends and my best friend, Marlee. She knows because she's dating Aspen's best friend, Carter Woodwork. We go on double dates sometimes and I'm sure they're coming with us tonight.

Practice flies by and I rush to the front of the main entrance. Aspen is already waiting for me, leaning against his old pick-up truck. "Hey gorgeous," he says with a cocky grin.

I roll my eyes and toss my violin case to the back seat. "Hi Aspen," I reply. He leans in for a kiss but I get in the car instead. I laugh and he pouts like a little kid deprived of candy.

We drive to the mall and sure enough, Marlee and Carter are at the front. Aspen and I walk to them after we park. I'm the youngest in the group. Marlee's a college freshman like Aspen and Carter.

"So what shall we do today, ladies?" Carter asks nonchalantly.

"Hey, I'm not a lady," Aspen retorts.

"Well, what if I was addressing Marlee and America, huh? And you replied with that so I'm assuming you actually are a lady!"

Marlee and I laugh. Carter and Aspen make fun of each other all the time. It goes on for an hour sometimes.

"Who's up for Ellen's Dance Dare?" Marlee proposes. Ellen's Dance Dare is what we do whenever we're at the Palace. One of us takes a video while the other three dance behind people who aren't watching.

"YES!" we all say. Marlee brings out her iPhone and starts to take the video. I go for the twenty-something fat guy and do the chicken dance behind him. Aspen pirouettes like a ballerina behind some old lady. Carter twerks behind some blond guy. Big mistake. When the guy turns around we find out that it's Maxon Schreave, the owner of the mall's son.