Broken Hearts and Broken Lives - A Maxerica Fanfiction

Chapter Three

The chapter picture is America's dinner dress.

America P.O.V.

"Celeste!" I called from the hallway, "let's go!" Why does this girl take so long? Literally yesterday Maxon and Kriss said that they would supply us with our own maids and outfits for the week, what does she need to pack?

"Coming!" Celeste comes out of her bedroom with a small suitcase but her outfit is even more glamorous than the outfit she first wore to the castle for the selection.

"Celeste..." I trail off staring at her. Her hairs sprayed with hair spray into big locks falling just below her shoulders. She has a leopard print furry jacket, leather pants and a white crop top that shows more skin than clothing itself. She has accessorized herself with a small handbag that probably costs more than my house in Carolina. She's wearing tall black heels and her sunglasses are huge and are also leopard print.

"Honey," Celeste pulls her sunglasses down a bit, "we're going to the castle with cameras, get into something better," Celeste puts her sunglasses back on and keeps doing a model walk to the living room and sits on the couch, waiting for me. We both crack up and I head back to my room to "glam up."

"Better?" I come out of my room with a white furry jacket, a short red dress, with 5 inch red heels, and a white purse that I stole from Celeste. I also decided to put on red sunglasses that are almost as big as Celeste's as a joke.

"Beautiful honey, now let's blind everyone else with our beauty," Celeste gets up and grabs her phone, taking a quick selfie of us doing a duck-face and posts it on her page.

"Taxi!" I call to the busy street of cars and all at once, ten taxi's quickly stop in front practically begging for us to ride, some even make it free.

"Mer, let's just take the castles limo," Celeste points to a black car across the street and I quickly nod, apologizing to the taxis.

"Um hi, Celeste and Meredith?" I ask the driver as he opens the door, he nods and closes us in the comfortable back of the car.

Maxon P.O.V.

I stared out the window, too occupied to actually do work, I looked up Meredith online and learned some stuff about her that seems like the complete opposite of America.

Fun Facts about Meredith!

.She doesn't like strawberries and chocolate

.She is never seen outside her apartment during rain

.About a month before she became one of the world's top performers, people knew nothing about her

.Strawberry blonde is not her natural hair color, some say that she's a red-head

.People don't know her exact age but somewhere between 18-20

I don't know if she really is America but I have some solid evidence that I am going to bust, for one, I was going to have one of my guards search her bags for hair dye and if they find it, their going to take it so her hair returns to her natural color, I'm also going to search lots of strawberry tarts and chocolate at the palace, lastly, me and Kriss are going to invite them to stay for another week to even month.

"Maxon, honey!" Kriss opens my office door and walks over to me, massaging my shoulders, "I feel like we haven't connected since our little vacation," she does a little fake wine.

"I'm sorry, work has just gotten me so occupied, but don't worry, with our anniversary coming up we'll do something special," I grab her hands and sit down with her on the couch, putting my arm around her.