Completed: What if America didn't find out about her father passing until the morning? What if Maxon didn't hear that crash in the hallway the night before the choosing? What if the rebel attack never happened and Maxon made a mistake?
Maxon Choose...
(Friday) America POV: "Celeste do you know where my charger is!?" I yell from my room. "No why would I?!" "Because you always "borrow" it and then it goes missing!" "Okay well I didn't this time!" "Just check your room!" "Fine but I won't find anything!" In no less than 6 minutes, Celeste comes back with my charger in hand. I mockingly grin seeing I'm right. Celeste playfully and slightly annoyed rolls her eyes. She hands me my charger and leaves without a word. "Thanks!" I say sweetly mocking her. "Whatever!" I laugh and go back to packing. We leave in 1 hour. I go over my mental list seeing if I packed everything. I did. Now that I'm ready it feels real. My stomach turns and does flips as I gently drag my bag down stairs. Maxon wants to figure something out. I do too but getting to be together is going to be rough. It hurts my head to think about it, to think about telling Kriss, the people, and the king. Oh boy the king, he hates me. Hates everything I do or stand for. This is going to be disastrous. I sigh and sit waiting for Celeste to be ready and the limo to get here. I feels like I'm going into battle. |~| I pace my old selection room, waiting for my maids. I just got here and it's almost dinner time. I haven't seen Kriss or Maxon, they're in a meeting. Celeste walks in and throws herself on the bed. Which makes her gown fly up. "How are you already dressed?! We just got here" She just shrugges. "My maids are fast" I laugh at sleepily Celeste. We're both tired from the long drive here. Anne and Mary walk in with huge smiles on they're faces. I rush to embrace them. "My lady we missed you!" Mary explains. "America, just America, I missed you too!" We soon let go as I need to get ready. Although I think it's dumb to get all dressed up just for dinner. "Where is Lucy?" I say turning to face them again. They exchange a nervous glance. "She wasn't feeling well but she sends her greatings and will be here later" "Are you sure?" "Yes" They say in unison. "Okay then" We walk so I can get dressed quickly. |~|
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I stand in front of the mirror admiring their work. It's gorgeous as always. Its a deep blue dress, that's very tight around my waist. Showing off my curves and slim torso. I spin around to face Celeste for approval, she nods smiling. "Lets go" She says. "Okay" I say thank you to Anne and Mary then we head out. We walk in silence for a moment, really taking in the palace. We pass a portrait after portrait. Some of Amberly and Clarkson, some with Maxon, some of just Maxon, or Amberly or Clarkson. I notice some new ones. As we keep walking I see some that now include Kriss. One in particular tugs me with a little jealously, it's of her with Maxon. She stands in front of him and he holds her to him by placing his hand on her waist. That should be me. I can't help but think that. Soon, hopefully it will be. We keep walking and I try to ignore these things. "It feels a little weird to be back" Celeste says nonchalantly. "I know, very" We keep walking in comfortable silence. As we're about to reach the staircase to get to the 1st floor we hear another pair of heels. Celeste and I exchange a quick glance. We soon reach the first step and see Kriss looking at the steps, basically running up with her dress hanging on her arms. "Your majesty" I say slightly mocking to get her attention. She stops and looks up at us. "America, Celeste! Hi it's good to see you! I was just coming up so we can walk to dinner together and to apologize about the meeting" "It's fine don't worry" Celeste says. We continue down the steps to meet with her. She gives us each a quick hug. "So how was the trip" "It was good just tiring" I say. "11 hours is a long way isn't it" "Yes." Celeste says and we all laugh. "How have things been at the palace?" I ask making conversation. "Good I'd say, sometimes it feels busy yet mellow and lonely. It's such a big place for technically a family of 4 counting the king and queen" "I bet the work doesn't make it better" Celeste comments. "It depends, sometimes it does because it gives me something to do but sometimes I just want to relax" "Yeah that's hard" I say. "Yes it is but Maxon makes it better and enjoyable" "That's good, you have him, Queen Amberly and King Clarkson" "I do" "I'm sure reunions and parties help too" Celeste says. "They do! I love having them they're so fun to plan and party in general. I'd say I throw the best parties" Kriss says enthusiasticly. "I'm sure you do" I say. We descend the stairs to the dining room. Talking about life for Kriss in the palace and life for Celeste and I outside it. When we get to the dining room, King Clarkson and Queen Amberly sit waiting for us. We curtsy and go to our seats. "Sorry we're late" All three of us say in unison. "It's fine" Amberly says sweetly, Clarkson just nods. King Clarkson sits at the head of the table, Amberly sits to his right and I take the seat next to her. Kriss sits across from me, leaving a seat to the kings left for Maxon. Who is still in the meeting. Celeste sits on Kriss's other side. Waiters immediately come with dishes ready for us. They place a warm delicious looking chicken with a side salad and fruit. It's seasoned with lemon, and some pepper. Everything looks fresh. They pour some sort of juice into our cups. Freshly made i'm sure. I thank them before I begin eating and everyone else does too. As I chew my first bite Amberly clears her throat. "So girls how has the celebrity life been going for you?" "Good ,I love making music and meeting fans" "That's great, how's your tour" "It's been really fun, at the same time putting on a show is very tiring" "I'm sure it is, I must say they are very good" "Thank you" "You must have a million assistances" Kriss says. I laugh a little. "No not really, I technically only have 2, Celeste and Chole, then Addison who is my manager" "Right I think we meet Chole" Kriss says. "So Celeste you model and help America" Amberly says. "Yes that right, it's really nice" "I'm sure it is" "How is the gossip that goes around, your very popular and loved but lots of drama surrounds you" Clarkson says speaking for the first time. I surprises me how casually he asked it. Not just that but the fact that he talked to me at all. "Well yes there is a lot but I try to ignore it or clear it up since it's usually not true" "Your boyfriend was true, Zach was it?" He says again. Almost challenging. "Yes that's right, Zach" "So why'd you break up?" He asks innocently. "I just don't have the time for a relationship right now, i'm too busy" "Didn't he propose though" "Yes he did" Celeste answered quickly. "I thought so" "Mhm" "That's not the only drama though, some people think you should be queen" He acts so innocent. He's playing with fire and he knows that. He wants to get under all our skin and he knows exactly how to. I look over at Kriss before answering. She looks down at her food and continues eating with a calm expression. As if this doesn't bother her. "Yes some do, but I think I'd make a terrible queen" "Well I'm not so sure about that, but I guess we won't ever know because Maxon loves Kriss, not you" He might as well stabbed me. "Exactly." I say and continue eating. After a few moments of sitting in silence the doors open and Maxon walks in. His hair looks messy and his tie is gone. He kisses Kriss quickly then takes his seat. The waiters come out with his fresh food. "Sorry I'm late the meeting went on longer than expected" "We understand" Amberly says. "Hello Celeste and America I hope your trip was alright?" "It was" Celeste says while I chew and nod for confirmation. He nods and starts eating. Once he swallows his first bite he starts the conversation again. "So what were you talking about?" "America and Celeste being celebrities and how the people see, to prefer America over Kriss" Clarkson says casually. Maxon almost chokes. "Um why" "Well the conversation just lead there" Maxon looks irritated, knowing Clarkson lead it there. He says nothing. "So when do you think you start your tour again?" Kriss asks. "I think i'll wait a month or two, so I can fix everything and make sure everything goes well" I say. "That's good that way you'll both get a break" Amberly says. "Very true" Celeste says. I look down at my half eating meal, and feel full. Well maybe not full, I just want to leave. Amberly starts asking Celeste about her modeling and everyone seems to join in. I just eating wanting to leave and being unable to focus. Why would the king bring all this up. Not only did he make Kriss feel bad, but he brought up emotions I thought to be gone for the most part. I look up and lock eyes with Maxon. He looks sorry, but so damn cute. Does he love Kriss? Ugh I need to leave. I need a drink. Since my plate is basically empty I think it's appropriate to leave. I place my napkin down and stand. "Thank you and excuse me, I'll be heading up stairs now I'm feeling a little dizzy" "Okay rest" Amberly said. "Thanks" I start heading out when King Clarkson's voice stops me. "I'll be heading too" He stands and kisses Amberly before walking. "Okay" How fucking great is this. I continue walking hoping to get away from him. Of course he reaches me in the hall. "America, I didn't mean to upset you, I just said the truth, he chose Kriss over you, that must have a reason as to why, a reason I don't know" "Neither do I, but it's fine" "I thought you did" "Well I don't." "He probably loves Kriss more than you, or you did something" "Probably" Without another word I leave. I've been here only for a few hours and I'm done already. I need a drink. On my way back to my room I stop and get a few bottles of red wine. When I get to my room I open my first bottle and take a long drink. I sit on the floor next to my bed and think about everything since I left back in February. The more I drink the foggier things get. I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
MaxonPOV: I run upstairs. I've been wanting to speak with America all day but I haven't had a chance. Dinner was really frustrating and awkward. It's midnight and I have to talk to her. I get to her room and slowly open the door, greatful the guards are switching right now. I walk in and see her passed out on the floor next to her bed surrounded by empty bottles of wine. 5 bottles exactly. Oh boy. I walk over to her and pick her up, gently placing her on the bed. She's as light as a feather. I debate if I should get her I to more comfortable clothes. I decide that's not the best idea. Instead I tuck her in. As I do I notice a lot of scares on both of her wrist. How did she get these? So much overlapping on each wrist? I'll have to ask her about it when I get the chance. She looks like a literal angle when she sleeps. Her lips look so soft and tempting. She looks tempting. I clear those thoughts and try to make her comfortable. Although I'm sure it won't matter with all that alcohol in her body. I gently kiss her cheek. "Goodnight, America" I whisper. With that I make my way to my room.
A/N ~ I'm sorry I haven't uploaded, I'll be trying to upload as regularly as I can, I want to write a chapter I'm happy with so that's a reason it takes me a while , comment your favorite part, and let me know what you think will happen next. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, 2169 words!!!! Xoxo ~ Mrs. Schreave 💋 Ps ~ thank you so much for 3k views!!
