America's POV
"Hit me!" I shouted to the bar tender.
"That's your 11th shot," he told me handing me another shot of whiskey. "I try to make her stop but no," Marlee said. I tapped her cheek, "you fail every time," I said. I was drunk out if my mind. Marlee was still sober because she's driving. Celeste returned from the bathroom with a smile on her face. "I've done a bartender," she whispered then burst out laughing. I heard the doors to the bar open and close behind me. "To the end!" I shouted. I raised my glass and Celeste hit her glass with mine and that sent the drinks flying.
Maxon's POV
"Give me something strong," I said to the bartender. He gave me some vodka thank god. Me and Kriss are trying for a baby but we never get far enough. "Celeste!" Someone shouted.
"It's fine," someone says. I look to where the sound is coming from. About 8 seats away from me is Marlee, Celeste and...America!
America's POV
"It's fine," I say taking another swig of my glass that is now half empty. "It's not fine she spilt the drink all over us," Marlee whined. "Do I look like I care?" I asked. She shook her head. "Get me another lemonade please," Marlee asked the woman bartender. "Sure," she replied.
We drank for another hour and half. Then I caught some drown haired dude staring at us. I got out my seat and made my way over to him. "America get back here!" Marlee shouted. I waved my hand at her. "What?!"
I asked the creepy dude. "Hello America," he said. I recognised that voice anywhere without thinking I through my glass at him.
A/N I hope you like it.
-Amewilson
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A life without Maxon {Complete}
FanfictionWhat if Maxon chose Kriss? Would America have a breakdown or would she put in a brave face? Read and find out
