I would just like to say that I hate my computer. I had this whole chapter written and ready and was just about to submit it, when... WHAT DO YOU KNOW? The internet stops working and all of my writing is gone. :) I just love technology.

Anyways, I am going to try my hardest to make this as close to the one I was writing because it was amazing. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I thought that the writing was substantially better than the last chapter, which you all seemed to like a lot, by the way! Thank for the love! Keep it up with the reviews guys!

This chapter is going to be in Maxon's POV, in his room, a minute after they kiss and make up. America is still crying, and Maxon is... well, you'll see. *smiles mischievously*

Kiera Cass is the writer of the Selection, The Elite, and The One. She has all the rights!

(I just have the freedom of speech and press. (; )

Oh! I am going to have a contest, by the way. Whoever figures out what languages I speak fluently, OR what I want to be when I am older... gets a shout out. AND if they PM me their real name, or a character's name that they like, they will be in one of the next chapters.

So, hint #1 (languages): I had to learn an entirely different alphabet to master this language. It reads right to left, not left to right.

hint #2 (job): I love paying attention to detail. I am a germaphobe. I want to help people in some way.

Chapter Eleven

(Maxon's POV)

I held America in my arms, absent-mindlessly stroking her hair, and tried to calm her down. Nothing seemed to be working, so I decided to let her cry everything out.

Her new behavior, to say the least, unnerved me. I had grown accustomed to a carefree, independent, and strong woman. I had fallen in love with those aspects of her personality, and it pained me to see her hurting so much. The girl who was always laughing at my jokes, who smiled at me when we were in the same room, who tugged her ear every chance she could get, who kissed me like she would never be able to again; that girl... was broken. The person I thought was happy turned out to be stressed and confused.

Suddenly America stirred in my arms. It had been at least an hour since she started crying, and I wasn't prepared for her to talk.

"Maxon...M-Maxon," she slurred, trying to talk with her overused voice, "Maxon, you need to know...I am s-sorry. I had t-to tell yo-"

I cut her off. I wasn't going to let her apologize to me again. She had said enough. "America, shh shhh its okay. I forgive you. Don't worry. Just relax." I said soothingly, using my hands to rub her back in small circles.

She started to shake, and I knew that any second now, she would be too exhausted to move. I continued rubbing her back and made cooing noises to try and calm her down. After a while she did, and when she looked like she was going to fall asleep, I tucked her in my bed. I was turning around to get more blankets when I heard something.

"Stay with me." she whispered softly, too tired to use her full voice.

I walked over to her and took her hand in mine. "Always, America. I promise I will always stay with you." I whispered in her ear, right before she drifted to sleep.

As soon as I said the words, I knew they were true. I would not leave America. Not ever. And there was only one way to show her how serious I was about that promise.

I just had to find a ring.

Well, it wasn't as good as the original, but I hope you all liked it. Next chapter will probably be on Friday. :( I'm sorry I haven't been able to write these this past week. I've been extremely busy. Ill make it up to you this weekend though. 6 chapters sound good to you? haha. Okay. you know what to do. Review, follow, favorite, PM, and if you want to win the contest, send me your answers. Even if you get it wrong on the first try, i'll PM you back with another hint (the same one for everybody). :) Alright. Hasta manana.

-Property of Illea