Did you miss me? I know you did! Thank you for those of you who reviewed! All four of you! I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing, and I love y'all. I'm going to make it great! Share this story with your friends that read fanfiction! ESPECIALLY if they love The Selection. Anyone else wish that the CW hadn't cancelled the TV show after the pilot? Does anyone have a LINK to the pilot?! It never aired over here…ALSO. I LOVE The Hunger Games {thus the NotHisMockingjay] and I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT TO HAPPEN. Anyone else excited for Catching Fire?! Anyway! Enough of me rambling, LET US RETURN TO MAXERIA BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE WRITING FLUFF AND THAT IS WHAT THIS WILL BE. WITH SOME ADDED DRAMA. WHY IS THIS ALL CAPS?! I DON'T KNOW. MOVING ON. MAXERIA!
The sun smiled down upon the palace, slowly creeping into Maxon's room, shining brightly through his curtains. Maxon stirred before blinking groggily, his eyes heavy with sleep. He felt a presence curled into him, and looked down carefully, a smile covering his face as he recalled the current situation. He and America had decided to play hooky and sleep in today, and he couldn't be any happier. Maxon looked lovingly down at the sleeping redheaded beauty in his arms and felt his heart grow warm and quicken in its pace. She was so beautiful and Maxon couldn't help but feel like his world was finally making sense. Even asleep, America looked like an angel that could destroy the world with one word, but perhaps that is what he loved about her so much. She was so beautiful to him that she could destroy him with one word but she would still be perfect and everything that he ever wanted. He let out a small sigh of happiness before pulling her in ever so gently. He planted his lips on her forehead and smiled, breathing in the smell that was America. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar, and he couldn't help but enjoy the sweetness of it. "America…" He whispered softly, feeling her stir in his arms. "It's time to wake up…I think it might be lunch time." He guessed, sadly. He did not want this wonderful time with America to end, even though they were doing nothing but sleep, he felt happy. He was overjoyed to be with America at this moment, even more that she was so comfortable and in love with him.
"I don't want to." America fake pouted, curling into Maxon even more to make her point, earning a chuckle from the handsome man that she was sleeping next to. "Trust me, America, I don't want this to end either, but we need to get out of bed and go eat something." He said with a smile as her eyes popped open at the mention of food. He chuckled softly as her face grew red and she squirmed out of his arms. "Hey!" Maxon joked as she rolled out of his bed, arms across her chest as she pouted at him. "It was cute, America." He said softly, propping his head on his shoulder as he gazed at her. She was truly beautiful, especially in his t-shirt and pajama pants. America noted his gaze and tilted her head to the side, pouting slightly as she asked, "What are you looking at?" Earning a smile to cross Maxon's face. "If I had my way, I would let you walk around in my clothes all day, though you look absolutely beautiful in those dresses as well." America's face was as red as a strawberry and she looked away, but not before catching Maxon's smile get wider. She made her way over to where her dress was folded over on Maxon's chair and grabbed it, hanging it over her arm. "Well, if we're going to eat, we should probably get dressed, shouldn't we, Maxon?" She asked, pausing as she stared at his desk. "What is it, America?" He asked, making his way out of bed.
He paused and looked over at the folded note in handwriting that was too familiar to him and saw America's panicked face. "When did Queen Amberly come in…?" She asked, her face as pale as a ghost. Maxon wrapped an arm around America's shoulder protectively before opening the note that his mother had left. "Don't worry…She left a comment about how cute we looked, but she does need to talk to me in private." He said with a small frown, setting the note back down on the table. "How about we both get dressed and then head down to get lunch with everyone else, hmm?" He asked sweetly, earning a nod from America. "I'll change in my closet since my clothes are far too wrinkled to wear again." He noted, and America nodded once more. Maxon walked over to his closet and closed the door, leaving it just a crack open. America turned around and slid off Maxon's pajama pants and pulled his shirt over her head. She laughed to herself about how silly her hair must look, but also at how lucky she was to have worn Maxon's clothing. If she had been the bragging type, which she wasn't, she would have loved to rub that in the girl's faces. She sighed and stepped into her dress, her heart aching for Marlee, whom she loved and missed dearly. She made a note to herself to ask Maxon where they had been sent so that she could write her. She slid the dress into it's proper position on her body and zipped her dress up halfway up her back, before walking over to the closet and knocking gently. "Maxon? Can you zip me up all the way?" She asked before he opened the door entirely, exposing his half naked form.
America swallowed hard and cast her eyes away from his chiseled chest. Of course she had seen him like this whenever she had changed his bandages after he would get whipped, but she couldn't quite get used to how good he looked. America turned around quickly and Maxon smiled as he caught her face as red as a beat. He smiled and kissed the back of her neck softly before he zipped her up all the way. America shuddered at the feeling of his lips against her back, but her entire body was on fire after that. "Thank you." She mumbled softly, turning back around to look at him. He was absolutely stunning, shirtless and everything, of course. He had changed into a pair of light gray slacks that clung to his legs in flattering way and had the button of his pants undone, as well as his belt unbuckled. Maxon smirked a little before turning back into his closet, exposing his healing scars to America as he walked over to the large selection of shirts. "They're healing nicely." America said sadly, stepping into his closet as she made her way over to the mirror that hung in there as she sat to fix her hair. Maxon nodded grimly before selecting a soft blue shirt and a white tie to complete his look and quickly got dressed while America braided her hair down the side. The two had already missed breakfast, and America knew that King Clarkson had probably assumed that she wouldn't be there. She swallowed hard and braced herself for the backlash that would ensue as she smoothed out her pale blue dress that clung to her torso and hips, flaring out after in layers of tulle. Maxon put on his light gray suit jacket and wrapped his arms around America's waist lovingly, kissing her head lightly. "Ready?" He asked, and America smiled nervously at him, tilting her head back to kiss him gently before turning out of his grip. With a small smile, the two intertwined their arms and made their way out of his closet and exited his room, their stomachs turning as they made their way to lunch, neither sure of what to expect from anybody.
[DINING HALL – BUM BUM BUM ]
Of course, Maxon and America were late. The Elite sat and ate their lunch in silence, trying not to note how fuming King Clarkson was, and how complacent Queen Amberly was. "Where do you think he is?" Kriss asked nervously, picking at her halibut and broccoli as Elise cut her halibut into bite sized pieces. Celeste shrugged her shoulders and popped a piece of broccoli in her mouth, chewing and swallowing before speaking. "Who cares? All I know is that it's down to the three of us, he's had to have eliminated her this morning, otherwise why wouldn't he have been here eating with-" Celeste dropped short, her lips tightening and her eyebrows furrowing as Maxon and America strolled in, laughing quietly. "You're late, Maxon. And you're still here, Lady America." He spoke her name as though it pained him to do so, and Amberly smiled. "I'm so glad that the two of you could join us. Lady America, please take your seat with the Elite, and Maxon, please come and finish lunch with your father and I." She said all too chipper, the two teens nodding and obliging with her request. America sat down happily as a maid came over and set down a plate of halibut and mashed potatoes, already knowing all too well what America would have liked for her side. She couldn't help but notice the icy walls that came up as she sat down, but America could care less. Maxon sat next to his mother and ate his meal of halibut and vegetables, not bothered by his father promptly leaving as he sat down. Queen Amberly gave her sons knee a quick squeeze and flashed him a smile before returning to her own lunch. "Don't forget, Maxon, we need to speak privately." Amberly said softly to her son, noting his nod in response. "Yes, mother, of course." Maxon finished his halibut and rose, clearing his throat.
"Ladies? I have an announcement. After the Report, I will be sending one of the four of you home, bringing the Selection down to the final three, to the true Elite. That being said, you are all dismissed as soon as you finish your meals. There will be no class today, seeing as the next project that will be given will be for the final three ladies of the Elite." Queen Amberly stood up next to him and smiled at her son, and Maxon took her arm. "Ladies, if you'll excuse us, Queen Amberly and I have some matters to discuss. I'll see you ladies at dinner, and I'll be seeing one of you after the Report. Please, ladies, enjoy the rest of your day, for one of you, it is the last in the palace." Maxon and Amberly bowed to the girls and walked down towards the double doors, Maxon quickly tugging his ear at America in passing. She quickly tugged hers back and went back to finishing her mashed potatoes. The door closed behind them and Kriss turned to America, her eyes wide. "Who do you think he'll ask to leave? I hope it isn't me…I don't know what I would do.." Kriss's eyes began to water and Elise patted her affectionately on the back. "It'll be okay, Kriss. You never know who he'll want to send home." Celeste narrowed her eyes at the two girls before turning her gaze at America. "Maybe he'll finally send you home. After that stunt you pulled on the last Report? I'm surprised you're still alive." She said coldly before leaving the table and exiting the dining hall, leaving a trail of hatred and fire behind her. America smiled softly and shook her head, knowing all too well that that was not the case. The three girls stood up and exited together, America splitting away from the two and heading towards her room, her stomach filled with butterflies as she entered her room and shut the door, making her way towards the piano as she began to sing and play a happy song from Carolina, her mind finally at ease.
Bum bum! There's that. It had a lot of cute Maxeria! Why are the King and Celeste so bitter?! I dunno. I don't like them. Or Kriss. Review! Favorite! Yeah! Leave who you would love to see sent home in your review! Also, any guesses what their next task will be?! Or any ideas?! I have one, and it's going to be interesting! Also, Thanksgiving is upon us in a few weeks! What are you grateful for?! What were you for Halloween?! Did you trick or treat?! What kind of candy did you get?! I was Mario and stuck working, so that sucked. Anyway! Leave me reviews that include: Hunger Games {EXCITED!?}, The Next Task, Who Should Go Home, Halloween Stuff, and What You Hope to Happen Next!