Maxon's Choice

Chapter 2

     Kriss loops her arm through mine. I smile a little. She leads me to the movie theather. Shes been waiting to go on a date forever now. I finally found time/ force myself to go with Kriss. I have to pretend to be happy with her. What trouble would that be if the press found out that I wasn't happy with Kriss.

    We get to the movie theather and Kriss goes to pick out a movie. I measure oil for popcorn. Kriss picks two of the plush seats to sit in and I ask, "What movie are we watching?" "A movie" she says playfully. "Well what kind?" I ask already knowing the answer. "A romantic one" she smiles. I fake a smile. I was sick of watching those. I've seen every one by now between the selection and Kriss. America was the only one who would watch action and adventure ones. I smile at the thought of her. When the popcorn dings I get it and sit next to Kriss. When the movie starts Kriss grabs my hand and eats popcorn with her other. I zone out. My mind wanders. I think of America. I wonder if she's ok or not. I wish she was next to me, I wish it was her hand that I was holding not Kriss's. 2 days until her concert. I was getting restless. "Do you want to watch another?" Kriss asks. I nod. She goes and picks, much to my surprise, a comedy. It was pretty funny. Kriss's laugh was so light and breathy, so delicate like it might break if she laughed too much. Very different from America's laugh, hers was loud and smiley. I loved it.

     "Another one?" Kriss asks. "No I have work."

"Ok, I should go back to plan the wedding too." She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I kiss her back. Guilt runs through me. I know that she loves me, but does she know I don't love her? This question eats me away.

   I walk to my fathers study. I turn into the hall and I see a maid with a bunch of dishes. As I get closer, I frown, my body tenses and Im filled with guilt. It's Lucy. Before America went home after the engagement ceremony, I passed her door. Her and her maids were in a heap on the floor crying. I heard them saying that it was ok, or they really thought it would be her. A week later I saw Mary hugging Lucy. She was saying, "America will write maybe even visit on day. It will be okay. It's ok." I walk to her and ask "Do you need help?" She looks startled for a moment then smiles at me," No, I can manage"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, thank you for the offer though"

"Ok. Well goodbye Lucy"

"Goodbye" she replies. I turn around suddenly and ask impulsively "Has America wrote to you?"

Lucy smiles,"She has but not for awhile, she's always busy"

I nod,"Thank you, nice talking to you."

"You too, bye"

"Goodbye Lucy"

     The thought of America drives me to my room. I peer up at the collage of photos. I see her smile, the flame of her hair, her eyes. I'm overwhelmed by her presence. I just want to touch her, hug her, kiss her. I skake my head to clear it and walk to my father's study. When I get there my father barely lifts his eyes to me. "Hello, Maxon" he states. "Hello father" I nod. I sit at my desk and work for a long while, but she always has the habit of creeping up on me. I think of her laugh, her hair her eyes. Her. I miss her. I want to know if she's ok if she needs a shoulder to cry on. I want to know if she needs me. I smile at the thought and my father sees it. He must. "Work Maxon, stop day dreaming" I'm never good enough for him.

      When I look at the clock, it's midnight. I sigh and pull out another sheet of paper and write one of my unsendable letters.

Dear America,

        I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts. I sit here wondering how you feel. I miss your laugh, your hair, your eyes. I love you. I tug my ear only to realize that you won't be tugging back. I go to our bench when I'm lonely. I walk to your old room and fall asleep. Sometimes your smell still lingers. I miss you so much. I love you America. I always have.

      Love,

            Maxon

    I walk around in the walks. I put the letter in my pocket. I pass a clock it reads 1:00 am. It's time go to bed. I walk back to my room. When I get there I reach into my pocket to burn the letter in the fireplace but when I go to grab it it's gone.

**Authors Note
Sorry I haven't updated in forever. I wrote this chapter like 4 times then it would unsave or wouldn't let me publish. Then I didn't have space on my phone for it so I kinda forgot about it. Sorry. It's still kinda bad keep in mind this is my first one ever so. It's still kinda short but I don't have time to write super long chapters and I feel that I will run out of things to write about. Enjoy.