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CHAPTER SEVEN

Anne, Lucy and Mary made sure all the dresses they made were comfy and casual. I'm pretty sure they even packed some pants. The first dress for the plane ride was the comfiest. I've only ridden a plane once before, coming to The Selection.

I wore a blue dress with a white blazer. It was comfy and felt casual, though it looked like I meant business. I wore some glasses because Maxon said that the snow can get blindingly bright when the sun shines off it.

So Maxon and I sipped on the drinks the flight attendant gave us and talked the entire flight. Until finally they told us we would be touching down. I fixed my dress and hair in the mirror then looked out the window. The entire city and some news people and paparazzi gathered on the turf to welcome us. To welcome me home. The stairs slowly moved to the ground. Maxon came down first. The cameras flashed. He helped me down the stairs. I smiled and waved.

Maxon wrapped his arm around my waist as we moved through the crowd. Security had put up barricades so there was a path for us to walk through. I signed autographs and took pictures with whoever wanted to. All the while, Maxon stayed by my side, telling me when we needed to move on, and even taking some pictures and autographs with me.

We finally made our way to the group of luxury black cars. Maxon helped me into the middle one and we were off.

"I have something for your sister, by the way." He said after we hit the road.

"Oh?" He took out a box and opened it. Tarts. I could only laugh. "She's going to love you forever."

"I'm going to ask your father's permission." I looked at him. "I thought he might like that. That you might like that. Ya know, classy." I hugged him.

"Thank you."

"I love you, Mer."

"I love you, too." We were about to kiss when the car came to a stop. I looked at him sadly.

"Later," he promised with a peck on my cheek. He got out of the car and helped me out. My family was waiting outside our house. I wanted to run to them. Maxon must've sensed that because his arm around my waist tightened and he gave me a 'ladies don't run, America" look. So instead of running, I launched myself into my parent's waiting arms as soon as we were close enough. I went on to hug May and Gerard. Even Kota and Kenna were there. Then the attention went to Maxon. (Because it would be 'rude' to ignore royalty for this long). I tried not to roll my eyes. Then my dad bowed to Maxon. I actually did roll my eyes. Maxon caught my eye roll and stopped my dad.

"Mr. Singer, please, call me Maxon." My dad smiled at him.

"Well then, Maxon, it's nice to finally meet you." They shook hands. He went on to kiss my mother's hand. He did the same for Kenna and a blushing May. He shook Kota's hand.

"Before I forget, May, I have something for you." A maid brought the box of tarts to Maxon, who gave it to May. She opened it, let out a gasp, and launched herself into Maxon's arms. Maxon, not expecting this, took a step back to keep his balance. When she let go, mom was quick to chasten her.

"May! That is no way to treat royalty!" May blushed and stepped back.

"It's okay, Mrs. Singer, really." He said. My mom smiled at him. And before I even realized I had worried about this week, the worry left.

"Let's go inside." My dad offered.

We all made our way to the dusty living room. I could tell they tried to clean the best they could, though. I hope so could Maxon. He looked around. I slipped my hand through his.

"I know it's not what you're used to," I started. He stopped me with a kiss.

"It's perfect." I looked into his eyes and almost forgot we weren't alone. Almost. My dad cleared his throat. I looked away and blushed. Maxon changed the subject quickly.

"You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Singer."

"Oh! Thank you. It's no palace but…"

"It's perfect." Maxon repeated what he said to me. My mom just blushed.

"You little charmer. She's probably gonna have a heart attack." I mumbled to him to no one else hears. He just smirks at me. So us adults made small talk while Gerard and May sat and listened quietly. Finally, there was a small silence. During that time, May jumped up.

"Maxon, do you wanna see my art collection?" May asked excitedly.

"I would love to! America always said how beautiful your artwork was!" He stood up and May pulled him out of the room. The attention in the room immediately went to me.

"Did you really say that?"

"Haha. I probably mentioned it once or twice. He's just being a charmer." I smiled.

"He's a keeper." Kenna said. I could only smile. I know he is. So we continued on talking until he came back with May. Then we started talking about the city we're a suburb of and all the things they have, all the sightseeing things we could do. Finally we gave up talking about it and decided to go. At the last minute, right before we all head out the door, my family stops us.

"I think we might get dinner ready. Why don't you take him, America?"

"Yeah, just the two of you!" May added. I couldn't help but smile. I looked at my dad. His opinion always mattered to me. He caught my eye.

"Have fun." He said. I couldn't help it. I hugged him.

"Thanks daddy. We'll be back for dinner."

The second we walked out the door, the paparazzi flashed in our faces, yelling questions. Where was the security? Maxon angrily pushed them aside, slowly making a path for me. As soon as we were clear of them, he took my hand again.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's fine," I assured him. "Really, I suppose if I'm going to be princess I should get used to it." He didn't like that answer. He sighed angrily and ran his fingers through his short hair.

"But you shouldn't have to! You shouldn't have to worry about walking out the door, or your privacy being posted on the front page of a magazine! The security should be able to protect you! I should be able to protect you!"

"And did you ever think that maybe I don't need protection! I can take care of myself!"

"You're a lady! You shouldn't have to! You should be able to lean on me!" I took a deep breath.

"Let's not argue. Not about this. Not now." His eyes softened.

"Your right. I'm sorry. Let's just enjoy the night" He slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me close into a kiss. I returned it. Cameras flashed from across the sidewalk, reminding us we're not alone. I blushed.

"We're never going to be alone, are we?"

"We are in the middle of a street, darling." He pointed out. Then he realized he said darling. Expecting me to chide him, he braced himself. I just smiled at him.

"Actually, I kinda like the ring of that now that I actually am your darling." I pecked him on the lips once more and we kept on walking. We mostly window shopped. Sometimes we would stop in a store if something really caught my eye. I showed him my school, the town hall, all the best restaurants, hotels, party places that I sang at. He listened to all my stories. Laughed in all the right spots. Got angry, happy, sad, in all the right spots in my stories. He told me stories of his childhood, something I savored. Some were of his father. Times his father was actually a father to him. Times his father was horrible. His mother was always there for him, though.

My stomach rumbled and I looked at my watch. Nine o'clock! We missed dinner with my family! In fact, they're probably all in bed!

"It's nine! We need to get home!" We walked back.

I was right. When we got home, all the lights were off except for the front porch lights. Everyone was in bed already.

"Are you hunger?" I whispered.

"Sure," he whispered back. I went to the fridge. They made sure they had leftovers for us! I know most people wouldn't think twice of it, but for my family leftovers is a big deal, seeing how we usually barely have enough for each of us.

I took the container from the fridge, popped the lid off, and put it in the microwave. I hopped on the counter casually, like I would have if I were wearing old jeans and a t-shirt. Like none of this had happened. I forgot I'm wearing a dress, blushed, and tried to pull it over my knees. Maxon smiled and moved to stand in front of me. Without another word, we kissed.

A part of my mind told me I needed air. Another part told me the microwave had beeped. But the majority told me to just kiss him. Majority rules.

Finally, a small cough broke up apart. My dad was standing in the doorway. I blushed, got off the counter, and took the container from the microwave. I took a fork from the drawer. But Maxon took the food from me.

"I'll meet you in your dining room." He offered. I nodded. He left and I was alone with my father. He made sure Maxon was fully in the dining room before he spoke.

"You seem different since you got here. I'm not sure if it's good or bad and I can't quite put my finger on it.

"People are saying, including your mother, that it's love. Love can make people act differently, can't it? I was wondering if you could stop the qualm of rumors?" I knew what he was trying to get out of me. So I smiled.

"I love him, daddy. So much. He's not what I expected from a Prince. But he's amazing, dad. I really love him. And he really loves me."

"Does he make you happy?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Then I'm happy for you." He hugged me.

"I love you, daddy."

"I love you too."

"Now go in there. Oh! And sleeping arrangements. Kenna offered- she'll take May and Gerard to sleep at her place. Maxon can get Gerard's room and you'll get yours and May's room- like always."

"What you don't trust us?" I joked. He just laughed.

"Now go in there and eat. I'll see you in the morning."

"Thanks dad. This really means a lot to me." I kissed him on the cheek and went to the dining room, where Maxon saved half the leftovers for me. This was going to be a great week.

Hey! It's me again! So I hope you liked this chapter! There'll be more Maxerica fluff and family fluff during their week at America's home. If you guys have ANY suggestions on what they could do while at America's hometown or what they could talk about with the family that would be great. Also should I bring Kenna and Kota in more? Yes or No? Maybe? Did you like the part with Maxon and May? And America and her dad? I know I did. :) haha thanks for reading!