Okay guys, so I know that I have a story up already, but when inspiration strikes, you gotta do it! So this takes place about 20-21 years after Maxon and America get married. So without any further a-due, I present you: An Interrupted Selection.
"Luke stop it!" I scream in between laughs.
"Why? Is it bothering you? Because you know I'll do it more if you're bothered." Luke says grinning.
"No, it's starting to hurt," I say.
"Oh sorry." Luke say getting off of me. Luke was sitting on my back and tickling me for like ten minutes. I roll on my back and grab his outstretched hand. I see his phone in his back pocket and snatch it while he's distracted. I run down the halls laughing like a maniac.
"Chris! Give me my phone back unless you want to be dead!" Luke screams at me, finally realizing his phone was missing. I know he won't kill me, or even harm me, because it's his usual threat.
I turn down a couple of hallways and run up to the third floor where all of our bedrooms and offices are. I run past my dad's office just as the door opens.
"Christina Grace Legar! What do you think you're doing?" I stop dead in my tracks. It's never good when he uses my full name.
"Chriiiiisssss!" I hear down the hall. Once Luke sees my dad he stops quickly.
"What are you two doing running down the halls of a palace?! Also, you are 17 and 18 years old! You should be mature enough not to be running through a palace! I expect more from the heir of the throne and my own daughter!"
"I'm sorry dad. I didn't mean to take it so far. We were just messing around, I promise!" I say finishing with my puppy dog eyes. My dad looks at me and his look softens. He can never turn down the puppy dog eyes.
"Alright, alright. But don't you two have work to do?" He says letting the issue slip.
"Yes we do!" Luke says grabbing my arm and pushing me down the hallway to my room.
"Did you see the look on your face when my dad started yelling? It was priceless!" I say cracking up.
"Your dad gets mad at me and that's what you think about?! Seriously Christina?" He says with his blue eyes boring into mine.
That's when I start cracking up, like completely. I start laughing quietly, and then it gets louder, and louder, and then I'm clutching my stomach, and before I know it, I'm rolling on the floor.
Now, you're probably wondering who I am, and who Luke is. Well, I'm Christina Grace Legar as my dad said before. I am the daughter of Aspen and Lucy Legar. I look like my father, not my mother. I have dark black hair, green eyes, and a strong frame. My hair goes down to just below my waist and is completely straight, because of that I usually have it pulled into a high ponytail that reaches just below my ribcage. Because of my strong structure, my dad wants me to become the next general, even though I have an older brother who would be a much better choice. I also don't have any personality traits that are like my mom's. I have my dad's confidence, but I also somehow have America's wittiness. It's probably because I spend so much time with them.
And then there's Mr. Lukas Porter Schreave. As you can tell by his name, he is the son of Maxon and America Schreave. He sort of looks like a mix of both his parents. He has King Maxon's honey-blond hair, and Queen America's blue eyes. His eyes are interesting, they change shades of blue depending on his emotion. When he's happy they're bright blue, when he's angry they're icy blue, and when he's depressed or sorrowful, his eyes are a soft blue. Not many people can see it, but I've been his best friend forever, and I mean forever. He also has a strong build, and I mean I have seen him shirtless, but I have known him forever, so it doesn't mean anything. Anyways, he has very defined muscles and girls would die if they saw them. He also shares America's wittiness, like me, and his dad's calm composure. I know, weird mix but he does have it.
Since my dad was an officer, he got pushed up from a six to a two, so I'm a two. (Just imagine that America didn't promise to get rid of the castes, but there aren't any more sevens and eights okay? I just didn't want to get rid of the castes for some reason.) As I two I'm an actress. I've been told that I should also be a model and a singer, but I don't really want to. Although, my agent has gotten me an audition in a month for a new movie, with singing and dancing. The dancing is no problem, but the singing may be. It's about a girl that just moved to a new province and goes to a new school. She's a five so she won't be very popular, but when her singing and dancing gets seen by the most popular boy in school, her popularity goes up. It's rated PG-13 for the swearing and stuff in it, but I don't mind, I swear all the time. Since Luke is a One he gets to do whatever he wants, so he does photography like his dad, and also plays some instruments.
Okay, enough about me and Luke, now, back to reality.
I hear a knock on the door even through my laughing. I shut up immediately and get up to open the door.
"Christina! Why are you laughing so much?" My older brother, Jason asks me.
"Yea, seriously. It's starting to get annoying." Luke's twin brother Dylan says. Yea, that's right twins, there's two of them! But it's not just the two of them, they of course have their parents America and Maxon, a sister that's 15, a brother that's 11 and sisters that are triplets that are 7. That's way bigger than my family. In my family it's just me, my mom, my dad, my brother Jason, and my sister Crystal. Jason is 21 and Crystal is 5. I honestly don't know why there's such a huge gap between us, but there is.
So to answer their question, I tell them what happened down to right before they came in, but of course not my inner monologue.
"Thanks. That makes it so much better," Jason says with a serious expression.
"Anyway," Dylan cuts in, "Luke we have a birthday party to plan."
"But I thought you guys already planned your party," I say confused.
"We're just, double checking everything," Dylan responds. Dylan looks a little like his brother, but not much. They have the same body structure, and the same blue eyes, but that's where the similarities end. Dylan has sharp features on his face, where Luke has soft features. Dylan has brown hair, where Luke has honey-blond hair. He can be calm, but it's not as often for him as it is for Luke. He has America's personality. He has her wits and temper. It's funny when he and his mom are in the same room and someone says something to get them mad. It's like World War 4! (The war where America turned into Illea was World War 3 right?)
Luke nods and then follows his brother out of the room.
"Look, Christina. Don't be getting closer to the Prince-" I cut Jason off.
"But-" Then he cuts me off.
"Yea, I know. You're already as close to Luke as you can get as friends, but I mean like, romantically. The girls are coming for the Selection in like three weeks, and we don't need something going on between you and Luke." Jason says acting like my dad. Where I look nothing like my mom, my brother looks sort of like a male version of her. I mean he has my dad's structure, but he shares her soft looks, the beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. In other words, he looks like Luke, except his eyes are always bright blue instead of changing with his moods.
"There's nothing going on! How many times do I have to tell you?" I ask clearly annoyed.
"Uh huh. Sure. Come talk to me when you're sure about it." He says walking towards the door.
Ugh, brothers I think. I walk to my desk and open up the file that's on my desk. Before I start reading it, I turn on my speaker and play some music. (I don't care if they don't have this in the time period, but I'm still just going with it.)
About two hours later someone knocks on my door.
"Hey Christina! You missed lunch while you were working," Dylan says, "Luke and I were wondering if you wanted to go on a picnic just like when we were 5." I remember doing those! We used to have a tree house, but it got knocked down by rebels. We would always eat in there and play stupid games and stuff, it was so fun!
"Sure I would love to! Just we don't have the tree house," I say disappointedly.
"Oh we already have that figured out," Dylan says mysteriously.
Oh now this just got creepy.
Yea, I know it's short, but I wanted this to be longer but I also wanted to get this out to you so I could update my other story so yea. Um, so school just started yesterday, so I may not be able to update much, probably just Sunday, Monday, and Friday because of dance and everything. If you've read The Mortal Instruments series, be sure to read my other fanfiction!
P.S. I know that some people hate One Direction, but I'm going to see their concert on Friday so if you're going to be there comment so I can talk to you about it afterwards!
Mkay, bye!
~SelectedDivergentShadowhunter