- India's POV -

The gentle fall breeze of Angeles blows against me as I lean on rail, looking at the stars on the night sky. This porch thing on the roof is like my place of comfort. My mother's favorite place. She even got a sofa and a table up here. Not America, but my biological mother. When I came here from New Asia, only four, my mother was with me. But that was before she died...
I brush off the thought, not wanting to think about it. So I continue to look at the sky, waiting for Luke.

- Lucas' POV -

India's leaning against the rail of the porch on the roof. The nighttime breeze of Angeles blows at her, her long black hair in a braid down her back like it usually is. Her blue sari is blowing with the wind and she has on a peaceful expression on.
"India? Can I come up?" I ask her, uncertain if I can. Knowing that this is her special place, her biological mother's favorite place, before she died...
"Of course, Luke. You're always welcome here!" India reminds me.
"So why did you call me up here?" I ask, sitting on the couch that she has up there.
"The Selection! Duh!" she says to me, sitting down too.
"What do you want to say about it?"
"Not me, silly. You. How's it for you? I knew that you would want to talk about it!"
"Ugh India, you know me way too well!"
"Well, duh! I've known you for, like, what? 13 years?"
"Yeah, but why here? I know this is special to you and all..."
"But it's relaxing! You're my best friend and you're allowed here, because I trust you."
"Thanks India."
"The Selection?"
"Ummm, well, really..." I stutter off, wondering how to put this into words.
"You have no idea what to do?" India adds. "Take the girls on dates. Make them feel special. Eliminate the ones you hate. Keep the ones that you like or maybe even love. Marry the one you feel big spark with," she says.
"Sounds simple enough."
"And one more thing..." India mischeviously says.
"What?"
"Don't get kneed like Dad did!"
We both start laughing out loud, but then a guard interrupts us.
"Your hignesses, it's getting late. You have to go inside," he tells us.
"One minute," I ask, and the guard goes back in. "Anything else?" I ask India.
She seems to think about it for a while before giving her answer.
"Kiss only the ones you love," she softly whispered before going inside.

So there's chapter three!

everyonecaresaboutbeingthebest - Sorry I'll change it in the next chapter. Glad you liked it!

CyanoticNightmare – It's fine!

I'll update next when I get 20 reviews I guess. So recommend this story to others if you want to! The next chapter will Luke's first date!(It's not India!) I'll be posting a poll on my profile so you guys can vote on who you want to keep. If anyone gets less than 5 votes, they are out of the Selection. Have fun!

-PrincessIndia