I feel like such a bad person because I haven't updated this since January *hides*. Truthfully, it probably would have been a larger wait if I hadn't looked at the number of views this actually has, as well as reviews, followers, and favorites it got on just one chapter. Thank you all so much for the support! Without further ado, here's the next chapter! I promise that it won't take nearly as long for the next update. This story will probably have another 2 or 3 chapters, maybe, and then I'm going to start looking for ideas for more AUs.

If anyone has ideas they'd like to see me write for a Maxmerica or a Selection AU or oneshot, let me know either by review or PM and I'll see what I can do :)

02. Yes, I'm Sure It Was Him and Yes, He Was Hot

"MAXON SCHREAVE?!" Marlee's high pitched squeal from the other end of the line almost made America drop her cell phone on the floor. It was the next day, and the redhead had only woken up an hour ago, and was now explaining to her best friend for the hundredth time who her hero of last night had been and why she had left early.

"But... The Maxon Schreave?! The most eligible bachelor of this decade? The son of Clarkson Schreave, the multimillionaire? The hottest heartthrob on the market? That Maxon Schreave?" Marlee's voice was about an octave higher than normal. Despite the fact that America couldn't see her friend over the phone, she could just imagine the blonde jumping around her apartment, little heart symbols practically radiating around her.

"Umm..." America replied timidly, not exactly sure what to say. "I think so? It's not a very common name, after all." The image of the blond boy flashed into her mind. He did look a lot like the Maxon Schreave she'd seen on TV all the time.

There was more squealing on the other side of the phone, and then a few rapid fire words that America didn't catch. "Calm down, calm down!" She chuckled, amused by her best friend's excitement. "It wasn't all that extraordinary. He just walked me down the street and hailed me a cab. Seriously, it's not something to get all worked up about."

Still, America's heart fluttered a little bit just thinking about last night. He had been awfully sweet, for someone that was so rich and famous.

"What was he like, WHAT WAS HE LIKE?!" Marlee was practically screeching now. "Was he..." There was a dramatic pause. "Just as hot as he is on TV?"

Another bout of laughter from the other end, leaving the blonde breathless for details and very impatient. "Come on," her friend chided her. "You have a boyfriend, Mar! What would Carter think?"

Pouting slightly, Marlee answered a little slyly. "I can look at the menu, I just can't order! Besides," she said, bouncing up and down on her couch, the phone shaking slightly in her hand. "I'm not interested for me, I'm interested for you. Oh, Ames, I'm just sure he liked you! He had to, he'd have been crazy not to."

In the other apartment, the redhead's eyes widened. "Woah!" She exclaimed, taken aback. "I'm flattered, Mar, I am, but what are you talking about? He was just being nice, that's it. Besides, I'll probably never see him again anyway."

As soon as she said that, her cell phone beeped. Another call, from an unknown number was coming in. She didn't recognize the area code, but decided that she had better get it, just in case. "One second, Marlee, I've got another call coming in." She quickly put her friend on hold and pressed the Accept button on the screen. "Hello?" She answered politely.

"Uhhh... Hi." The voice on the other side was male, deep and sounding a little nervous. "Is this the residence of Miss America Singer?"

More confused than ever, the redhead's eyebrow raised. "This is she." She told the man, hoping that he would explain who he was in a little more detail if she introduced herself.

"Oh. Hi!" The man seemed much happier now that he had in fact called the right person, but the quiver in his voice from nerves had not gone away. "Uh, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Maxon."

That made America's heart stop. The Maxon Schreave (now she was starting to sound like Marlee) was calling her? Her?! Trying to keep her cool, she adopted a pleasant tone. "Oh, yes, of course! Thanks so much again for your help last night. You were a real hero. Uh, but if you don't mind me asking, how did you get my number?" Not that she was offended or anything, in fact she was a little touched. But, as far as she remembered, she hadn't given him her number nor had he asked for it.

When Maxon spoke again, he seemed a little embarrassed. "Oh, uh. Your friend, the brunette girl. Celestia, or something? She came up to me when I went to finish my drink and gave it to me. She thought that I might want to call you and ask if you were okay. Which, er," He stuttered a little bit, and America thought it was cute that the son of a multimillionaire got that nervous trying to talk to her. "I do! I mean, uh, are you okay?"

Of course Celeste had given him her number. That was such a very Celeste-like move, America wasn't even surprised. Feeling her cheeks turn a little pink, touched by his concern, she spoke. "Oh, yes, I'm fine! Thank you for asking."

There was an awkward silence, uncomfortable but not all together unpleasant.

"Great!" Maxon finally said on the other line. "Er, uh, I was also wondering if I could ask you a question?"

Narrowing her eyes in confusion, America nodded before realizing that he couldn't see her over the phone. "Oh, sure." The girl tried to keep her tone as nonchalant as possible, but she wasn't sure that she had entirely managed.

"Would you..." Maxon trailed off before he finally found his nerve. "Would like to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

Stunned silence while America though her heart was going to explode. Maxon Schreave had just asked her on a date. Her! Oh, Marlee was going to have a field day with this news. And Celeste would be so "I told you so" about the whole thing.

Answer him! She finally remembered. "Oh," She prayed she didn't sound as squeaky and excited as she felt, her stomach doing flip flops inside of her chest. "I'd love too!"

The relief in Maxon's voice was evident. "Great!" He sounded so happy. "Can I call you tomorrow with a time and place?"

"Of course," she nodded as she answered him, still completely in shock.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then!" The boy bid her goodbye before hanging up.

America sat, disbelievingly, before her cellphone beeped. Marlee! She had almost forgotten that her friend was on hold. The blonde was probably getting extremely impatient. Though the redhead loved her friend, waiting was not something the excitable girl did well. Quickly, fingers shaking, she switched back to the other line.

"Marlee, you are not going to believe who just called!"