Going Back to The One

Me: Hi! First Selection Fanfiction!

Okay, I never told you guys the main pairing but...

I'm am partly on Team Aspen... AND before you Team Maxon fans throw whatever's in your hands at me,(unless it's cash), I said PARTLY! Actually, after reading The Selection, I was neutral and after reading The Elite, I just got more confused. Maybe I am in Team Maxon, since I hate Kriss now and because I kind of found it sweet when Maxon let his dad whip him for America. Or maybe I'm in Team Aspen because I didn't like it when America fought with him and I really wanted them to make up and because I'm a sucker for first loves as sweet as they were and... Argh! This is so freaking annoying! But I'm still writing this story.

Well, because... I just want to.

I was always scared when the rebels attack. I'm always like, "Oh my gosh, what is happening to Aspen?" And this story popped into my mind.

I could make it Maxerica...

... OR NOT!

Seriously, I planned this story to have a lot of twists so don't get mad if you don't get who I'm shipping, because I don't support any of them loyally. Sometimes I like Maxon more and then sometimes I like Aspen more. But I'll give both of them equal importance.

Maybe...

Disclaimer – I do not own the Selection Trilogy nor its amazing characters, all rights go to Kiera Cass.

Happy Reading!

P.S. This will be in America's point of view.

P.S.S. This probably starts when Maxon and America are in a safe room while the rebels attacked for the second time. The glitch is... Maxon said he... you'll find out later.

o-o-o

Maxon looked at me painfully as I try to get comfortable on the floor. I wiped my wet hands with what was left of my ripped dress. He just finished telling me about Celeste, Natalie and Elise and my hands still smell like fresh crimson. My nose crinkled.

"What? Is that it? What about Kriss?" I asked, feeling anxious. It took him a while before he answered. He seemed uncharacteristically fidgety. Every time I ask about Kriss, he suddenly shuts his mouth and tries to change the topic.

"Maxon?" I called his name, catching his attention.

"I'd rather not." He finally answered and I wasn't satisfied.

"And why not?" I asked, stopping myself from standing up and throwing a fit.

"Can we talk about s—" He starts to protest but he stops when he see me glare into his eyes. He sighs and his eyes stayed on the floor. "F-Fine. Come here."

He motioned me to come closer and I follow, crawling to his side. He grabbed my right hand and gripped it tight. It hurt but I didn't cringe. We stare into each other's eyes and it's like I was staring at a complete stranger. Maxon's are filled with fear instead of compassion and I felt my own filling up with the same emotion.

What was he going to tell me?

He grabbed my shoulder with his free hand and stared at me like he meant business. "America," the way he said my name made it sound like it hurt. "I'm sorry." He whispered those two words like he wanted to take them back even before he said it.

I forced a smile and a jokingly tone. "W-What are you possibly saying sorry for?" My stuttering gave me away.

He ducked his head and I feel my chest about to explode like a bomb. I start counting.

10... 9... 8...

"It's just that... I don't know how it was possible but..." He didn't bother continuing and I scolded him for it.

"But what, Maxon?"

"You know what? Never mind. I don't want to talk about this anymore."

He remains quiet and I jump to my feet. "What do you mean 'never mind'?! Maxon! What are you not telling me? What are you hiding? You always say things like I'm not trustworthy and I understand why you do. But how am I supposed to give my full trust to someone who hides so much from me?"

I don't know why I started throwing tantrums in front of him.

"Do you really want us to separate mad at each other?" I feel like such a hypocrite for saying these things, especially when I think about me and Aspen, but right now, I don't care. "I bet you already told Kriss everything about yourself and—"

"That's because I love her."

I froze at his words. "You w-what?"

He stands up, swaying before he finds his footing, and supports himself by pressing his palms into the wall. "I love her. I have learned to love her."

I'm surprised I'm not tearing up. Oh wait, of course I'm not tearing up.

I'm too mad to even think about crying.

I release something in between a groan and a laugh. I look at him, a fake smile forcibly plastered on my face by a monster called pride.

Pride forced me to do lots of idiotic things. Like asking a stupid question like, "Why?" I asked. Why? I ask myself this time. Of course he would learn to love Kriss. Kriss the sophisticated. Kriss the ladylike. Kriss the adored by all. Kriss the perfect princess.

Kriss the opposite of America.

So what?, I thought. It was obvious from the very start that I wouldn't be chosen. My heart may have been torn, but not split. It's odd why I'm not that heartbroken.

(Did I even love Maxon? Or was it just jealousy from lust, because I wanted his kisses to be mine and mine alone?)

What really hurt is that I actually thought the people could put their faith in me. They didn't think that a Five from Carolina could ever become a sufficient princess. I guess those who did were wrong.

Anne, Mary, Lucy, May, Mom, Dad, that Italian princess named Nicoletta... Me...

I put my hands in my hair, ready to rip them off their roots.

I... I just can't take this any—

Maxon verbally slaps me back into reality.

"You're really asking me that? While you did nothing but shut me out Kriss was always there. Ready to comfort me no matter how much I push her away and use her to make you jealous!"

And it hurts.

"Prince Maxon! Lady America! Thank God!" I see a guard open the door of the safe room. I run out the door without acknowledging him, nor Maxon. But hey, I'm already getting kicked out, why should I force myself to show them any manners?

o-o-o

My maids have never looked so relieved their entire lives until they saw me. They all wrapped their arms around me and I hugged them back, equally thankful that they're safe as well.

I wiped the tears off my eyes and I found myself laughing with Anne, Mary and Lucy. Lucy was still teary-eyed so I used my other hand to wipe her wet cheek.

I told them how the Maxon saved me from running to my doom – outside – and how he led me to one of the small safe rooms. I skipped out the other details –like our fight— and told them I was going to leave today, after a few hours. They tried to console me and I just shook my head. I told them I was fine with it.

And that was the truth.

"I'll put on something simple and leave after a few hours." I said. I didn't want them to work for me now that I've been eliminated already.

They shook their heads in denial. Anna started giving out orders. "Lucy, go to the workroom and finish up that dress. We'll come help soon. Mary, get some food."

She turned to me. "I don't care what anyone says Lady America, you're leaving in style."

Lucy and Mary nodded before curtsying and Anne proceeded to the doors. I smiled. They're so nice to me, it'll be so hard to say goodbye. A memory popped into my mind.

"Wait!" I said, stopping them in their tracks. "Speaking of goodbyes, may I speak with As—" I almost said his name out loud. "I mean, Officer Leger. He has been guarding me all this time and I wanted to bid my farewell to him as well." I wanted to cry into Aspen's arms so badly.

The three girls froze; I felt a chill run down my spine.

Anne looked at me with a worried expression, almost like she was hiding something she knows I couldn't handle.

Mary fidgeted and started playing with her fingers, rubbing her thumbs constantly. I saw sparkles of tears forming on the tips of Lucy's eyes.

"What?" I asked. My heart was pounding so loudly it feels like it was beating in my ears.

No... not again...

They remained quiet and their silence frightened me. One, because they might be suspecting that I might be a little bit too caring to Aspen than they thought and two, because something bad might've happened to him.

The latter was worse.

Anne took a deep breath and tried to remain her composure as she spoke to me. "Lady America, Officer Leger has..." She paused, taking in another breath.

I tried to resist the urge to snap from waiting. She continued before I did and I was grateful for that.

"...has been shot."

I felt my whole world crash down on my shoulders and the weight made me fall on my knees, breaking down in front of them as they caressed me. I look up and almost scream but I managed to control myself.

Haven't I lost enough today?

"W-Where?" I managed to say, my voice breaking.

Mary shook her head. "We were never informed."

"We were in a safe room when he was shot. When we came back here a guard told us that he was shot and he just left without telling us anything else." Lucy explained, hugging me as our tears combined into a tiny pool under our feet. I shook my head so fast I felt dizzy afterwards. "T-That wasn't what I m-meant." I finally regained my voice, even if it was strained. "I meant where is he?"

"The hospital wing."

I didn't bother to acknowledge the person who said that as I stood up and dashed out the door. I heard Anne's voice calling out my name, at least, I think she was. My heart was beating so fast and I was breathing so hard I couldn't quite hear anything.

I ran across the messed up hallway and made a few turns as I stepped on broken glass and wood until I saw the door to the hospital wing. When I went it, I covered my mouth to stop myself from gasping in horror. It didn't work.

So many people, injured, covered in blood, breathing hard because of the pain. Few of them weren't breathing at all.

I scanned the room of doctors and nurses trying to treat their numerous patients. Some nurses are crying as they cover the faces of the brave soldiers who fought for the Royal family, and the Elite, and innocent maids who were now resting in peace. I felt tears building up inside of me and I swallow hard.

Could Aspen be one of them?

I see a free nurse by a table, fiddling with some papers, her hand on her creased forehead. She looks stressed.

Walking up slowly to the nurse, I wipe my sweating hands with the fabric of my dress. "Uh..." I raised my finger and hesitate. Fear was slicing through me like a knife. Was I prepared for her answer?

I gulped and took out all my courage.

"Ms, may I see Officer Leger?"

She put down her papers but didn't look up. She heaved out a sigh. "I have so much stuff to do. Will you stop bothe—"

"Oh, Lady America!" She exclaimed once she looked up, suddenly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

I almost tripped in disbelief. Was she serious? She was going to make me ask that painful question, again?

"I said, 'May I see Officer Leger?'." I asked in a much more harsh tone.

She raised an eyebrow at me. She must think it was rather odd to worry about a guard when I'm one of the Elite. Thank God that she just shook that idea off and stood up.

"He's over there." She said, pointing to the left by the back of the room. "I'll take you to him." She offered. I nodded.

As we passed by the other patients, I asked her, "What happened to him?"

"After the rebels started attacking he and the other guards went to battle in the garden. The other nurses and I were there inside the castle and we could see everything through the glass as we tried to treat those who have been injured inside. When he was out there, he just kept shouting. 'Mer, where are you?'," she looked up and tapped her chin, like she was trying to guess who 'Mer' was. Aspen must've thought I ran into the gardens and he ran there to chase me.

She continued. "One rebel had a gun surprisingly, I thought rebels couldn't afford that kind of weaponry. He shot Officer Leger twice—"

My eyes turned into saucers. "T-Twice?"

I remember Tanner and how he crippled to the floor. I shiver.

The nurse nodded. "Yes, first on the shoulder, next on his side near the stomach." I felt my own stomach hurt, like I could feel a bullet passing through it. I held it to stop the pain.

The nurse jumped in surprise. "Is something wrong? Did you get hurt during the attack as well? Should I run a check up?" I shook my head and waved my hands in denial. "No, no. It's nothing."

After a while, I spoke up again.

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked, desperately hoping she said yes.

She looked up to me and gave me a reassuring smile. "Of course. We were able to take out the bullets before he got any infections. His wounds are dried up and now all he needs to do is rest."

I managed to compose myself; I almost danced for joy.

"Not that I'm trying to pry but... Why are you so worried, Lady America?"

I knew she was going to ask that.

"Officer Leger and I were friends back in Carolina." I said without any hesitation. "He was my only friend there and I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to him." I gripped my fists to stop them from shaking. The nurse patted my shoulder as if she was saying, I understand, and I smiled at the gesture.

She showed me to Aspen's room and left me once I closed the door behind me. Locking it and covering the small window with the same sized gray curtain just for it. Just to be safe.

He was lying on the bed, his eyes closed. A bandage on his shoulder and the other was hidden under his uniform. Its presence was obvious because of the large bump under his clothes.

He was snoring.

I sighed and it came out in a form of a laugh. I didn't realize how worried I was until I started crying.

I slowly walked up to him, wiping my face, and knelt down. I raised my hand to run it through his hair but I froze. It's like I dream and I'm afraid that when I touch him, I'll find out he isn't real. I move my hand closer and once I feel the tips of his hair, a smile breaks down my face.

He's real.

This experience made me realize something. I never wanted to lose Aspen. If you compare my weight of worry when they said Maxon never landed in New Asia and that he could've died and my worry when I found out Aspen was shot, I realized who was more important.

I feel great.

I'm grateful Maxon fell in love with Kriss and scarred my heart.

Maybe that was why I could never bring myself to tell Maxon I love him.

Because I don't.

The pain he brought me opened my eyes and I finally saw the truth inside me.

I love Aspen, and I don't regret my choice.

Running my hand through Aspen's hair, even though it was almost shaved, made me feel so nostalgic. I lean in closer, my lips lightly touching his cheek.

"I love you, Aspen." I whisper in his ear. It felt so right to say that.

I see a small smile form on his lips and it makes me blush.

His eyes flutter open slowly after staring at him for a few minutes and I move back, positioning myself so my eyes are the first things he sees. He rubs his eyes and they grow bigger as they stare into mine. At first, he just lies there, taking me in, just like he always used to.

"M-Mer!" He yelled out my name as he tries to sit up. He fails and groans. I let out a small laugh. "Ah, ah, ah." I said as I playfully waved my finger in front of him. "Don't strain yourself." I support him as he sits beside me.

He's still looking at me with awe.

"I-Is that really you?" He asked, his hand cupping my cheek. I shake my head. "No, Aspen. I'm America's ghost, waiting to haunt you for the rest of your life." I raised my hands and moved them in a ghost-like manner, making boo sounds like a child. I felt weird for me to act like this after all the disappointments.

Well, Aspen's presence made it all better.

He laughed and wrapped me in his arms. "It is you!" He exclaimed. I felt the back of my dress getting wet.

I couldn't believe it.

Aspen was crying.

"I-I thought I'd lost you." He said, gripping me tighter. I return the hug and rub the back of his head reassuringly.

"Not today Aspen. Not today."

He pushed me away at arm length and pulled me back in for a kiss. He left his wounded arm hanging by his side and I was careful not to touch his wounds. I could feel all the sadness and pain slowly disappear like it was never there. It felt so warm to be in Aspen's arms. It felt so wonderful to be loved like this.

Yes, Maxon adored me. (Note I used to past tense)

But Aspen loves me. (Note I used the present tense)

That's what was more important.

I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and soaking in all of Aspen's love, while giving him mine. His soft touches always got me and I felt myself falling more and more into his arms. Our minds and souls joined into one as we stayed like that.

I wish we could've taken it further but we knew better.

We let go of each other at the same time. "You know," I said, my eyes watery. "I thought you were dead too." I let them fall. I wasn't ashamed of letting him know that I can cry for him. My eyesight blurry, I felt his hand dry my cheeks. "I was told that when you were out there, risking your life, you kept on shouting my name..."

Aspen tucked my red hair behind my ear. "Of course I did. I had to find you. And besides, Mer. Do you really think I'd let a few bullets stop me?"

"Well..." I felt a little silly, but I played along. "...Maybe a little bit."

He looked at me, acting offended. "That's mean of you." He chuckled and I laughed with him.

"I'm going home today." I finally said after I stopped laughing.

Aspen stares at me with hope flashing through his eyes. "Does this mean that you choose me?"

I could never put into words on how much I wanted him, so all I did was hug him. He got the message and kissed my forehead.

A serious look took place in his eyes. "What about Maxon?"

I shook my head. "Nothing to worry. After my scene with that diary, obviously, the king kicked me out. And even if he proposed to me this second it wouldn't change anything." I explained.

He laughed when he remembered the diary. "Mer, if you couldn't show it to me, you really shouldn't have tried to show it to the country. And the caste thing … You're crazy, you know that?"

"I know. I get that from you." I joked, clapping my hand on his shoulder. He winced. I must've touched the injured one. "Sorry." I apologized quickly, pulling my hand away. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders instead and he pulled me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder.

Aspen ducked his head and started playing with his hands. Was he nervous?

He opened his mouth and looked at me, his eyes telling me to be completely honest. "If you weren't leaving, would you have accepted— his proposal I mean?"

I shook my head without any hint of doubt in me. "I love you. And nothing in the world, not even the richest prince who could give me everything, could ever change that." I admitted, entangling my fingers in his free hand. He gave it a tight squeeze.

"I love you too, Mer."

I glanced somewhere, anywhere and let my eyes stay there. "Besides, Maxon already told me he loved Kriss now. And the funny thing is... I didn't cry. Not even a single tear. If you compare to the time you said you would break up with me, I think that that was much more painful. You almost threw away two years of us being together Aspen. Just for some crummy contest where I have to get cheated on by a shallow Blondie in a fancy suit and no one gets mad at him for doing so. Especially when they said you were shot. I thought that I was getting shot myself. I couldn't bear the thought of l-losing... y-you..." My voice breaks and I wipe my eyes quickly and cough out a laugh.

Aspen gives me a sympathetic look and I don't blame him. If I was staring at myself right now, I would feel awfully sorry for myself.

"I'm glad though." I focus on his face this time. "I'm glad that the thought of you leaving me would pain me more than the thought of leaving Prince Maxon." I give him a small smile and my eyes smile as well.

We held each other for a few minutes like we never wanted to let go. "Don't worry," he said after a while. "I'll let your feelings cool down and once I finish one year of being a soldier, I can go home and I can court you and propose to you much more formally."

I kiss him on the cheek. "Aspen, even if you propose to me with a looped rusty wire for a ring, I'd still say yes."

"I know. But you deserve better."

"You always say that." I pointed out.

"Because it's true."

We hear a knock on the door and we freeze. Who was behind the door? Did he or she hear our whole conversation? Were Aspen and I going to be sentenced to be caned even though the king already kicked me out today?

"Officer Leger, this is the nurse. Why is the door locked? Are you awake? I'm here to check your blood pressure."

We both let out a sigh and we stare at each other, laughing quietly. I stand up, unlock the door and hurriedly hide inside the small bathroom the comes with the room; the nurse may get some... unwanted ideas.

I look out the tiny window of the door and I see her come in with a gadget in her hands. It was an inflatable band connected to a machine that pumps air into the band and shows your blood pressure. She left after a few minutes, scribbling something in her clipboard before curtsying and walking out.

"I'll be on my way now." I curtsied after I got out of the bathroom, giving Aspen a goofy smile. Aspen gave me an exaggerated bow and said, "Thanks for the visit, my lady."

"Anytime, my dear sir." I let out a small giggle before walking out the door.

He stands up and grabs my wrist. I look back and he gives me a look that made me feel weak in the knees. "Mer, I was wrong. I think you would've made a wonderful princess. You're kind, brave, compassionate and most importantly, you can relate well with the people of our country. You may make irrational decisions but I know that if you had some help, you would've been a much better princess than Lady Kriss."

I smile at his combination of a compliment and an insult. "Thanks Aspen." I lean into him and our lips connect. It only lasted for a few seconds but it felt so... so real. There was a new feeling in that kiss. What's it called again?

Oh yeah.

Hope.

With that I was out the door, Prince Maxon completely banned from taking a place inside my mind, skipping happily so Anne and the others can start dressing me one last time.

o-o-o

((A/N: I'll just skip the maids' and America's final farewells and get to the part where she sees Maxon as she goes out the door.))

"America." He said, his eyes staring at my dress. I tug it lightly. I hate to admit it, but I'm going to miss wearing dresses like these, especially if they're made by such wonderful and talented friends.

I curtsied slowly, trying to mask my anger. "I bid thee farewell, Prince Maxon." I almost laugh because of the formality of my greeting, which intends to make him know that I don't see him as a friend anymore, but an image of royalty whose relationship with me is nothing but a Prince-to-subject kind.

I almost want to say I hate him right now, but I don't. I don't like him, but that doesn't mean I hate him.

We stay there in silence and it was choking me.

"Oh Maxon, there you are." The friendly voice made me taste bile.

Kriss.

((A/N: Next lines are from the last chapter of the Elite, italicized.))

"I didn't get to ask you earlier if we were still on for dinner tonight."

[Prince] Maxon looked at me as he spoke.

"Of course. We'll eat in your room."

"Wonderful!"

That hurt.

"America? Are you really leaving?" she asked, coming up to us. I could see the spark of hope in her eyes.

((A/N: End of direct quotation.))

I give Prince Maxon a little smile, a smile that I hope will taunt and haunt him for life. "Yes." I said proudly. "Yes I am."

Kriss's eyes widened at my tone. "S-Seriously?"

I nodded. "Take care of the prince. He's all yours." I gesture to Prince Maxon, looking for a little splash of red. True enough, there was.

I felt something pinch me in the chest as I technically handed Prince Maxon over to another girl.

No, no America. It's just a lingering feeling. It'll disappear soon.

"Any final words before I go?" I sang playfully to get my mind of the pain.

"Yes." Kriss answered first. "Take care and have a nice flight, America. I hope your family's safe. And don't worry, I'll take care of him. Thanks for being a great friend."

I smile and envelope her around my arms. "You too. You made me realize so much." Like how much I treasured Aspen.

We turn to Prince Maxon.

"Farewell, America Singer. I wish you a safe flight and a happy new lifestyle as a Three now. I hope your family will be able to cope up with the new changes of your lifestyle. I will have someone assist you in finding new jobs fit for a Three and there is already a new house for you and your family to live in that will be finished being built after a few weeks. Our carpenters are very quick and efficient."

((A/N: I wanted to make her a Two but, since she was kicked out she should have some sort of punishment, right?))

He turns to Kriss. "Kriss, let's just see each other later in your room. I will escort Lady America out of the palace gate."

Kriss nodded politely. "Of course. Bye America!" She said, waving at me as she walks down the hallway.

Once she's out of sight, Prince Maxon asks me, "So," He looked so serious I could have sworn he was a younger clone of his father. "You're going back to your ex?"

If it wasn't for his hurt expression, I would've thought he was joking. Guilt fills the place where my blood should be.

Pride attacks me again. The monster pulls my arms until they're crossed and he made me lift my chin up. "Actually," I can't believe I'm saying this. "I am."

He searches me for a sign that I'm lying. Too bad.

Because I'm not lying.

The palace doors open and I step outside for what feels like for the first time in forever, not looking back at the prince or Kriss or everything in that palace that pained me.

I hear someone punch the wall. Or maybe the palace door have closed. I look behind me and they did.

I see someone wave at me from one of the bushes by the back of one of the palace's pillars and I raise an eyebrow. I walk towards it and I see a lock of familiar hair.

"America!" The bush-girl shouts in a whispery voice. I squint and almost jump for joy.

"Marlee!" I gave her a tight hug. "You came to see me off? But how—?"

"Carter found out while he was doing the laundry. Some of the laundry women can be very... talkative."

"Oh Marlee, I missed you so much!"

"I did too. But I really have to go. I shouldn't have left the kitchen. I only have 10 minutes left before my shift. I just really wanted to see you before you left."

"Sure thing. Oh, here." I reach for my backpack and grab my lucky penny. The one Aspen gave me. I hand it to her. "I'm sorry. I know it may not seem much but that penny is one of my most beloved possessions." I gave her a warm, reminisced smile. "It reminds me of how strong my love for that special someone is."

Marlee stared at the coin and carefully buried it under her other hand. "I'll treasure it forever."

"I know you will."

My friend grabbed her hair and let it fall down her shoulders. She gave the tie to me. "I'm sorry too, but at least you have something you can remember me by."

I grabbed my hair and tied it into a bun, not wanting to ruin Lucy's braids. "Even without this I'd think about you every day. You are and always will be the greatest best friend I have ever had." I gave her a smile and she pulled me into her arms. I felt the tears fall.

Tears of true friendship.

"You too, America. I love you."

"I love you too, Marlee. I wish you and Carter the best."

"Thanks. I wish you and your special someone the best too."

We let each other go and we laughed as we wiped our tears.

I grabbed my backpack and ran back by the palace door, waiting. I tilt to the side to see if Marlee was still there. A guard holds my shoulder as I was about to walk towards the bushes again.

Aspen.

"Wow. You look amazing." He said, eyeing me in a way that makes me feel warm all over.

"Thanks. I didn't know you were the one who was supposed to escort me?"

"I switched schedules."

"Clever."

"I know."

He points to the limousine that will bring me to the airport. "Ready?"

I nod reassuringly. "As I'll ever be."

I get into the limousine and Aspen secretly kisses me quickly on the cheek, looking like he was whispering something to me. He got into the front seat with the driver and gave him the go signal.

I stare out the window and watch the palace become smaller and smaller in my line of vision. I remember when I was chosen the first day, when I met Marlee and the rest. I remember the food, the talks, the lessons by Silvia, the rebel attacks, even my time with Prince Maxon.

I stare at the blue sky and watch as my new world finally unfolds in front of me. I'm a Three now. I can have a steady and public relationship with Aspen now and I can live with my family again. We have the money now and Gerad can finally be allowed to explore the world outside arts.

This should be a happy ending right?

But... why do I feel like something's going to go terribly wrong?

o-o-o

Me: END OF CHAPTER!

Finally! That was REALLY, REALLY LONG. I didn't know I could write something that long before.

Wait, don't kill me yet Team Maxon fans! There's still a lot more to this story. Didn't you hear America? This is not yet a happy ending. Unless you want it to be.

The next chapter will be a treat for you Team Maxon fans. The next chapter will be in MAXON'S POV! It will be a bit sad, but I'll be explaining why he fell "in love" with Kriss.

For the Team Aspen fans, don't worry, I won't end the Aspen and America fluff for a while. Main pairing is still a secret, so if you want to find out... you have to WAIT. W-A-I-T, WAIT.

Leave a review, complain about how you want Maxon and America to be together, fangirl for Team Aspen fans or Maxon X Kriss shippers. I don't care. I just want you guys to wait, maybe leave a review, and wait some more.

BYE! SEE YOU NEXT TIME!