Life Without the Selection

Chapter 10

I haven't seen Maxon for over a week. I'm scared and I don't know why. Did he think I didn't feel the same way about our relationship? Did he find someone else? Did he think I hated him? Questions flooded and flooded into my head and I forced myself to stop by playing the piano. The piano helps me relieve stress. I play many different types of songs, melodramatic, sappy, exciting, fierce, so many different types. This time I started playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. I learned that song when I turned 13. It was a pretty difficult piece, but I fell absolutely in love with it. I heard the door knock suddenly and played an odd key that caused my mom to yell. I went to the door and opened it. I saw Maxon carrying a huge plate of strawberry tarts. He blushed madly and handed the plate to me.

"Can I come in?" he asked sweetly.

"Sure," I nodded.

He walked in and I went to go put the plate of strawberry tarts in the kitchen. My mom stared at me with the huge plates and a bunch of tarts. She smirked silently.

"Maxon, come with me," I said as I went back into the living room and nodded towards my bedroom. He got up and we entered my bedroom. Today May wasn't here, I think she said she went to go talk to Jazmine. I closed the bedroom door and sat down on the windowsill as Maxon sat on a chair.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked trying to break the awkwardness.

"Nothing, I just missed you," he said.

"Oh."

We sat in an odd silence.

"About the other day," I started but he stopped me from saying anything further.

"It's alright. I rushed things and know you probably think I'm a strange pervert," he said meekly and got up and sat near me on the windowsill.

"No, no. I - its just, I don't know how to say this."

"Then don't, it's okay if you want to slow this down. I just - I just really like you, America. I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone."

I couldn't bring myself to words. I tried opening my mouth to speak but I just couldn't.

"Maxon, no. I do like you."

He looked up at me with those bright and beautiful eyes of his. He leaned down so his face was level with mine. I didn't back away this time, I leaned forward so that our faces were just millimeters away. I didn't hold back this time, I just let his lips taste mine. His lips were the softest things I ever felt. It was like a butterfly had landed on my lips. He brought his hand to my cheek and touched it softly. He kissed me so soft, like I was a fragile piece he adored. I pulled away and looked at him. He smiled at me and I smiled back. And we kissed again.