Broken Hearts and Broken Lives - A Maxerica Fanfiction

Chapter Four

Maxon P.O.V.

"I knew it," I muttered to myself, two bottles of strawberry blonde hair dye in my hands, and a picture of Meredith and May as well, though Meredith's hair has red streaks in it as well, hmmm.

"Knew what?" Aspen asks from the table, Meredith's bag in his hand, confusion written all over his face.

"I'll tell you later, I say, still not fully trusting him, even though America had already explained why she was doing that, weeks after she left the palace but months before she disappeared.

"Okay your highness, I would like to point out that it's five minutes until dinner though," Aspen adds, looking up from the bag.

"Oh gosh, Kriss will be worried sick, thank you, please deliver that bag to where Meredith is staying please," at the word Meredith Aspen brightens up a bit, does he know something I don't?

"Aspen." I say firmly, turning around from the door, "what is it? That nickname you would call Lady America what she stayed at the palace?"

"Um, Mer your highness," Aspen says, looking down again, zipping up the bag.

"Thank you, I can deliver the bag for her later though, just leave it here in my study,"

Aspen nods and leaves the room, taking his post down by the dungen, where I assigned him after America left, though he is quite a good soldier.

"Oh Maxon, I was worried sick that you were going to be late," Kriss cries running up to me and jumping into my arms, knocking me onto my bed.

"It's okay I just had to finish up some work-'' I'm muffled by Kriss's kisses, they are not gentle like they used to be but a little aggressive, like needing something, she trails up and down my neck, her arms wrapped around my back, I wince a little as she touches my scars. We've only "done it" once and I still wore my shirt, which did make Kriss a little upset.

"Shouldn't we head down to dinner, for our guests?" I ask, when we get up, Kriss needing a breath.

"Oh yeah, of course, let's go," Kriss quickly gets up, wiping her orange and white dress and holding out her hand for me, like nothing ever happened I thought as I wiped a lipstick mark off my cheek.

"Maxon, Kriss," Meredith, rather America if all my suspicions are correct, especially the Mer to Meredith one, nods to both of us, as well as Celeste.

"Ready ladies?" I ask, as the guards open the doors to the dining room.

"Oh my gosh," I hear Meredith whisper to Celeste as the desert is brought out of the kitchen.

I see Meredith look up at me and I put a small smirk on my face, as well as tugging my ear.

America P.O.V.

The desert is brought out and when the set it down I see what it is, stacks of strawberry tarts and hundreds of different kinds of chocolates, I risk a glance up at Maxon to see him looking down at me, a slight smirk on his face as he tugs his ear.

I immediately look at the strawberry tarts, grabbing two, and a chocolate, I have a small blush on my cheeks that I try to diminish with gulps of water.

"Oh, Meredith," Kriss looks down at me, confusion in her eyes, "I thought you didn't like chocolate or strawberries?" Kriss takes a bit of her tart and seems to not like it because she puts it on Maxon's plate.

"Oh, well.... I don't love them, I'm fine with them, people just assume that I don't like them," I quickly come up with an excuse and look down at my plate yet again.