Forever- a Selection Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Forever - A Selection Fanfiction.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, SETTING, SCENE OR ORGINAL BOOKS. I HAVE WRITTEN THE PLOT AND THE STORY IN MY OWN WORDS AND IF YOU STEAL THIS IT IS PUNISHABLE BY LAW.

THANK YOU.

So I finished the entire Selection series in 2 and a half days- it was Christmas Day and Boxing Day, I couldn't get much done- and fell completely in love with it and the characters. I wanted another squel (thank god we're getting one next year {2015}) and at the time there wasn't and isn't so I decided to write my own. Enjoy!

About the author:

Josie Rees is a national award winning young journalist (Australian Catholics Young Journalist Award, 2013, 2014) and has been a part of many school groups and clubs, including the Write A Book In A Day team, and an after school writing class. She lives in Australia with her librarian mum, education office dad, a teacher brother, and two dogs she loves to death. She has read and enjoied many popular young adult novels/series including: The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner, Divergent, Gone, The Selection, The Mortal Instruments, Fangirl, The Fault in Our Stars, Looking For Alaska and many more (her bookshelf is doubled up). She hopes one day to publish a novelof her own, but now, fanfiction will have to do.

Chapter 1- The Broadcast

For most people, being on television was exciting, fun and cheerful. For me, it was nerve-racking, causing my palms to sweat, and being unable to wipe them on my gown didn't help. I suppose that maybe it wasn't the fact of being on television was making me anxious, instead what was going to happen when I was on it.

You see, having your propsal broadcast live across the nation, a mandatory screening, was almost humiliating. It wasn't quite embarrassing, I just had hoped that they could just announce it, not stage another as Maxon had proposed a week ago. Yesterdayhad been the funeral, the memorial for his parents, and although I did not exactly LOVE his father, I took a liking to his mother, and she seemed to like me as well.

I had left my dress hanging on my wardrobe, the black, silky dress, with no decorations, was still there, waiting for its collection by one of the many palace maids. All of my clothes had already been moved from this guest room that I have been staying in for all of the Selection, to the Princess Suite. For although Maxon's parents were dead, it was Illean law that one could not rule if they were not married, so we had to stay in there until the marriage was over. For us to wed we had to wait ninety days at the least, for although he was the prince, I still had to jump castes as that was the law - and I was not above it. It also gave time for us to taste the menu and design décor.

But before any of that could happen- we had to be officially engaged. There was a camera waiting outside my door, the footage would show me walking from my room to the the stage where Maxon was waiting, for the official propsal. Silvia had made us run through this hundreds of times, for the last four days, with the excuse of yesterday for mourning. She also said that having the propsal the day after the funeral would "lift the sprits of the nation greatly". In some ways, I couldn't agree more. Especially for Maxon. Since the last attack when his parent were killed, he's seemed a little lost and out of it. I comfort him when I can, which is when he is not in meetings, which are always.

There was a knock on the door and the woman carrying the camera popped her head in. "Excuse me, Lady America," she said. "Its time."

I take one last look at myself in the mirror at my flowing, blue gown, give the woman an appreciative nod, and start walking out the door. Before I can stop it, my eyes start welling up, and I have to quickly step back before the cameras can catch my face. "It's alright, miss." The camera woman says. "I won't catch your face until you tell me to"

"Really?" I ask in surprise.

"Really. Now come on, his highness will be waiting for you." As I close the door behind me, she gives me a quick pat on my back, just like I had told Maxon to, and I smile, remembering the moment. I start to glide slowly, yet gracefully, down the giant amrble steps that lead into the main foyer, and begin my journey through the maze of corridors that make up the palace.

"It's okay now. You can film my face." I tell her, realizing the radiant beam that's spreading across my face, thinking that I must look how I did the day they took the picture that started this whole thing. In love, was how I described it, and how I describe what I'm feeling now as I walk to meet Maxon on the stage.

"You look beautiful." He breathes before our lips meet, and he kisses me for what seems like eternity but really probably only lasted a few seconds. We were on live television, afterall. I looked around as Gavril began to speak, seeing my mother, May, Kenna and Gerad in the first row. I hadnt invited Kota. It seems harsh, but he practially disowned us, so now we will do the same for him. Next to my mother was Adele, Queen Amberly's sister, and her six children and husband were behind her. Behind them was the other thirty-four girls from the Selection, Aspen and his family and many more.

When I turn to face Maxon and look into his eyes, all I can see is the love I have for him reflected back to me. "Your father would have been proud." He whispers while Gavril bubbles on. He sneaks another quick peck on the lips. And honestly, I could not have felt happier. Here I was, preparing to get married to the person I loved more than any other in the world. Finally the gaze Maxon has held me in is broken when Gavril signals to him it's time.

I feel my palms sweat even more as Maxon kneels, and my eyes start to sting again. Seeing this, he stands up and looks over to the people controlling the microphones to tell them to turn it off before he takes my hands. "America Singer, can you remember one thing I told you from our second meeting?" I shake my head, not trying to remember, just wanting him to answer for me and he does. "I told you I never know what to do when women cry. And yes, your advice helped a bit, but right now, not so much. My dear, my darling, my beloved, please don't cry or be worried, be excited. This is a new chapter for us." And with the he wiped my eyes and nodded back at the sound men.

He got back down on one knee again. For all the practices we've done, I am yet to hear this. "America Singer, since the first time I met you, I fell instantly in love with you. I grew happier and stronger with you as my friend. I hope we can both grow happier, stronger and wiser with you not only as my friend, but as my wife. So I am asking, America Singer, will you take my hand in marriage?" he gently stands up as I deliver my line.

"Maxon Schreve, I gladly and willingly accept." I say as he softly grabs my hand and slides a ring on my finger. Then I throw myslef into him and he wraps his arms around me, puts his lips to my ear and whispers into it.

"Will you be mine, mine forever?" his lips tickle my skin in a nice way, my hair hiding the movement.

I bring my head back to place my forehead against his, our noses touching. I kiss him softly before drawing back and running my fingers down the back of his head. I pull him close again before whispering the single word. "Forever."