Hi guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a few days. I didn't really know how to write it. :l
But in the meantime, I've written some upcoming scenes. One of them's really cute. The rest are kinda dramatic and plot changing.
Btw, this date chapter thing isn't over yet. I just wanted to update whatever I had because I might not be able to update for the next couple days/weeks.
And I'll try to update my other stories asap.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Please tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: all Selection rights belong to Kiera Cass
The doorbell rung. That simple sound was enough to get my nerves to start acting up again. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. The little bit of lip gloss I was wearing would definitely wipe away later.
I took a deep breath and walked to where Maxon and I were only separated by a thin slab of wood.
I swung the door wide open, and the first thing I saw was him standing there, hands in pockets, hair all perfectly tangled. My heart fluttered at the sight of him, just like when we had our first kiss.
He smiled and said, "Hey."
Before I could say anything, he said, "You look pretty."
I felt some heat rush up my cheeks and rolled my eyes. "Hello to you too, Maxon. And you're just saying that."
He looked up, calculating some answer.
"No, I'm not. I'm telling you the truth," he said as a matter-of-factly, shrugging casually. I felt my cheeks flame up. He just called me pretty.
He grinned.
"Anyway, it's cold out. Do you wanna grab something extra?" he asked, eyeing my thin sweater.
I shook my head. "I'll be fine."
He raised his eyebrows, thinking otherwise.
"I'll be fine," I repeated, exaggerating each word to get my point across.
He looked doubtful and merely shook his head.
"Okay. Well, we have to hurry, or else we're going to be late, and we're supposed to be there in ten minutes. And don't worry about anything. I got the money covered," he said.
He was paying for tonight? My heart beat wildly, like it was in a rampage. Why was he doing so much for me? Although I liked it, something about all this just didn't seem right. Something in the back of my head was nagging me, telling me not to pursue this, but I couldn't pin down the reason.
Nonetheless, I walked out of the little apartment and shut the door behind me, convincing myself that I was ready for this new chapter of my life.
"What is this restaurant we're going to?" I asked him when we were in the car.
"You'll see," he said with a smirk.
"Wow, Maxon Schreave, secretive much?" I remarked, making him smile even more.
"I'm only keeping it a surprise," he said, justifying his words. "I mean, I personally love the food there, but my views might be biased because it's my aunt's restaurant."
"Is it really?" I asked.
He nodded proudly.
"Then I'll be sure to love it," I said.
We walked into a small but packed corner restaurant. We moved through the crowded place, dodging tables and chairs with Maxon leading. We stopped at the counter at the back, and a woman with light brown hair and cheerful brown eyes greeted us.
"Maxon! Your mother said you were coming with someone, but I didn't know you were bringing a girl!" she exclaimed.
"Hello Auntie," he said with a smile. "This is America," he pointed towards me, "and this is my Aunt Adele."
I smiled and extended my hand, expecting to receive a shake, but instead, got a hug.
"You tell me if the boy has been bad," she said so only I could hear.
"No, ma'am. He's been very kind to me," I said.
"What are you talking about?" Maxon asked confusedly.
"Nothing, darling," his aunt said, winking at me.
I laughed.
Maxon shook his head and said, "Which table are we at?"
"Seventeen," she said.
He nodded, kissed her cheek, and took me over to one of the smaller tables. He pulled the chair out for me.
"Glad to see chivalry still exists," I commented.
He settled in his seat and asked, "Is it really that dead these days?"
I shook my head and said, "You have no idea. Not many people will hold doors for others or even an elevator door open. I guess it's because everyone has such fast-paced lives that they don't have time to do those things."
The dim lighting gave a mystical mood to Maxon.
He nodded and asked, "But they have the time to be texting on their phones non-stop? The big question, though, is, are you chivalrous?"
"I mean, I occasionally hold doors for people," I said, "but, I think men are more inclined to be chivalrous than women."
He raised his eyebrows. "Why is that?"
Oh, should I have not said that? "Well...I read on a Wikipedia article that it comes from the medieval times where men had to follow the code of chivalry if they wanted to become knights. Or something like that. I'm not really sure, though."
"Well, I think that everyone should be chivalrous. Common courtesy," he said with a shrug, "and seriously, Wikipedia? You can't trust everything there."
I raised a brow. "But then, most of the things online, you can't trust. Besides, it's convenient."
He smiled and shook his head. "You wanna take a look at the menu?" he asked, moving on.
I took a glance at the choices of foods before us. "I don't know what I feel like eating. Surprise me."
He looked surprised, then nodded. "Alright, my lady."
My lady. The words danced in my head. I smiled. "If I'm your lady, what does that make you? My lord? My knight? My prince?"
"Hmm...I think, prince sounds nice. Don't you think?" he asked, taking a sip of water.
I hesitated. He didn't say my prince. What if this wasn't a date like I thought? What if I was just making things up? He set the glass down and looked at me expectantly.
Before I could reply, a waitress with brown hair pulled tight into a bun came up to us and took a notepad out of her pocket. "Hello, my name is Mary, and I'll be serving you tonight. Are you ready to order?" she asked.
I looked at Maxon, who took one short glance at the menu that was probably already engraved into his mind.
"Yes, we are. One chicken carbonara and one penne rose, please," he said. The waitress scribbled the orders onto her paper.
"Anything else?" she asked.
"Nope. That's all for my lady and I," he said, smiling brightly at me.
"Alright," she said, and walked away towards the kitchen.
I looked at Maxon in thought.
"What?" he asked.
I smirked and said, "You know, a lady is not of equal status to a prince."
He fakely rubbed his chin, as if thinking something very complex, then said, "You are right on that note, my dear." I scrunched my nose up in feigned disgust at the mention of that pet name. However, all the joking demeanor shifted when he reached across the table and took my hand in his. My eyes moved to where his skin was grazing mine. Tingles ran through my body as I looked at his fingers resting on top of mine. "You are my princess," he said.
My princess. The word played on the tip of my tongue. Even though I had asked for him to say it, I couldn't help but feel so endeared yet surprised. As I looked back up at him, I saw the smile resting happily on his face, and realized that he wasn't like any of the other boys that I had liked before, because he was truly a prince. Someone worth fighting for. I squeezed his hand and wordlessly, I assured him, 'You are my prince.'
Omg, I have no idea how to write these chapters!
But, I hope you enjoyed.
gabriellenatividad: ahhhh! Thank you so so so much! I'm probably younger than you think I am, let's just say early teens. Anyway, most of these things i just come up with in my head and I just put it to paper. I have never experienced any of this, so I'm just guessing what these things would be like. And, sometimes, I watch movies and read books, and that's where I get some of the inspiration from. However, like I said before, I'm just going with my instincts. And thank you again!
Maxerica15: awwww. Thx so much! Just tell me which chaps you want in Maxon's POV. And idk, are they going to kiss? *hint hint, wink wink
DemigodFangirl02: Thank you! Hope you enjoyed!
Hope for the Selection: Thank you! And hope you liked this longer chapter! Just remember that this one's not over yet, and there's still more to come.
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~WishingUnderStars