The Prince of America’s heart
Maxerica AU where Maxon is just a commoner living in Carolina, Illéa
“America! There’s a boy at the door for you!” Mom’s voice rings through our small house. I can hear the excitement in her voice. I sigh and put down my violin.
A boy? Who can it be?
I quickly adjust my clothes to look presentable and go to the door, stopping at my tracks when I see who the boy is.
Maxon Calix Schreave.
The boy who stole my heart.
I thought I told him not to come through the front door.
“M-Maxon! Hi! What brings you here?” I say with false enthusiasm.
“America! He’s a guest! Treat him nicely.” Mom warns. “Maxon, is it? Do come on in!”
“Uh, thanks Mrs Singer.” Maxon responds politely, giving her one of his killer smiles.
“Oh! Call me Magda!” Mom smiles back, “So, what brings you here?”
“Um… I um… I’m here for America. Actually.” Maxon replies, scratching his head nervously.
“Ah! Of course!” Mom laughs. “So, America, how do you two know each other?”
I sigh. Here goes nothing.
“We’ve been seeing each other for a few months.” I say, trying to keep my face as blank as possible.
“You’ve got a boyfriend? America Singer, when exactly were you planning to tell me? After you two get engaged?” Mom screeches.
“Well, obviously before the engagement. Maxon will have to ask Dad for permission.”
“Ameri-” Mom begins when she suddenly notices Maxon awkwardly standing there, looking like he wants to leave but has no idea how to. “We’ll continue later. Now, Maxon, dinner will be ready soon. Will you be staying?”
Maxon’s eyes widen as he realizes he is being included in our conversation. He turns to look at me, silently asking me what to do. I sigh and give him a nod and a small smile. Mom’s going to invite him to dinner sooner or later.
“Sure, thanks a lot, Mrs- Magda.” He replies. Mom smiles at him brightly and enters the kitchen.
“Maxon!” I breathe as soon as Mom is out of earshot. He smiles as he takes me into his arms.
“I’m sorry for suddenly showing up at your door. I knocked on your window but you were playing your violin and couldn’t hear me and I just had to see you.” He whispers.
I smile and go on my tip toes to kiss him only to bang into his forehead as he is leaning down too. I giggle slightly as I wait for him to lean down. He finally does and suddenly everything disappears. I forget about my sister probably hiding somewhere eavesdropping our conversation, my little brother still struggling to find his talent with Dad outside, and Mom’s interrogating questions that are bound to come soon. It’s just Maxon and me, two people who probably don’t mean much to the rest of the world, but mean the world to each other.
“Dinner’s ready!” Mom cries. We pull apart quickly and I quickly pat Maxon’s hair so that it doesn’t look like I have been running my fingers all over them.
“Smells really good, Magda!” Maxon remarks, always the kind one and of course, trying to put the attention off us.
“Oh, thanks, Maxon!” Mom laughs, “May, Gerad, Shalom, meet Maxon, America’s boyfriend for a few months.”
I sigh and bang my head on the wall, hoping my mom will stop making this whole Maxon thing such a big deal. I guess I’m lucky Mom seems to be liking Maxon as of now, or else…
“Oh my god! Hi! I’m May, America’s younger sister!” May, ever the sweet girl, gives him a big smile and turned to me and try to whisper, “Ames, he’s so cute.”
I smile and roll my eyes as Maxon laughs. That girl cannot whisper to save her life. Gerad and Dad both greet Maxon and we sit down at the table.
“So, Maxon. Tell us about yourself! What do you do for a living?” Mom asks.
“Well, I’m a photographer.”
“A pho-photographer.” Mom repeats, I know exactly what she’s thinking. This is the reason I decided to keep our relationship a secret.
“Yes, I love photography. The-”
“So, you’re a five?” Mom interrupts.
“Mom.” I say through gritted teeth. Mom is a caste-climber. She wants all of us to climb caste, to marry up, and not marry down or equal. Even if it’s just a caste up, she’s pleased.
“Sorry, I’m just shocked.” Mom says with a fake smile.
“So, tell me more about photography, Maxon. I’ve never been good at it.” Dad interrupts, saving us all. The tension lessens as Maxon launches into telling Dad all about photography. I smile as I watch him talk about his passion animatedly. His eyes brighten and his cheeks get flushed and he looks a thousand times more handsome if that’s even possible.
The rest of the dinner was less eventful, filled with small talks, some laughs and silence from Mom and I. Maxon is smiling brightly and promising to play football with Gerad when it’s time for him to leave.
“Okay, Ger. Maxon has to leave now to get back before curfew.” I say gently as I tug on Maxon’s sleeve. “You don’t want to land Maxon in jail now, do you?”
Gerad’s eyes widen and he practically pushes Maxon out the door. We laugh and I follow Maxon out.
“Well, that went better than I thought it would.” I breathed. “I’m sorry about my mom.”
“Don’t worry, dear. I mean, you did warn me about her.”
“I’m not your dear.” I scowl at him. He laughs and hugs me tightly.
“I thought you loved me?”
“I may love you, but I’m still not your dear.”
“I love you so much.” He whispers as our lips clash together for the second time tonight.
“Okay, I really have to go to beat the curfew.” He says after awhile, pulling away. He pecks my lips one more time before disappearing into the darkness. I walk back into the house only to meet Mom’s creepy stare.
“Look, before you say anything. I just want to tell you that I love Maxon and nothing’s going to change that. I don’t care that he’s a five, heck! I wouldn’t mind if he was an eight. The most important thing is that I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I wanna marry for love not for anything else. I mean, look at you and Dad! You married for love and we’re all fine! So I’m not going to let you come between us. I’m going to do anything, even take a bullet, to be with him.” I say all in one breath.
“I’m not going to come between the two of you.”
“What?” I ask.
“Look, you’re right. I want you to marry for love. Besides, he’s a five. At least he’s not anything lower than that. I’m sorry for overreacting just now.”
“Oh Mom!” I scream excitedly as I attack her with a hug. She hugs me back but soon sends me to bed. I practically skip to my room, not believing my luck.
“May? What are you doing here?” I ask as I address the small figure lying on my bed.
“Maxon’s really nice.” She says into the darkness.
“Yeah?” Is my muffled reply as I change into my pajamas.
“And he’s really really handsome.” She says after a short pause.
“Oh May.” I laugh as I fall into my bed next to her.
“It’s funny how even though he’s a five, you look at him as if he’s the prince.” May speaks again. From another person’s mouth, I probably would be a little bit offended, but I know May just means well.
“He may not be the Prince of Illéa, but he’s my prince. The prince of America’s heart.” I reply quietly as I think about how true my words are. May giggled slightly and I can feel the bed shake.
“Did you really mean what you said to Mom?” May asks again, turning around to face me. “About not caring even if Maxon was an eight?”
I think about it for a moment before replying.
“Love is beautiful fear. It can be the best thing that’s ever happened to you or the worst. You never know where you’re going with love, but yet you know it’s okay to risk it, to face the fear or the uncertainty. When you’re in love, nothing matters anymore. The only thing that matters is you and the person you love, and the love you share. Even when it seems impossible, love just becomes possible. Even if the king forbids the love, it can still work out. So, to answer your question, yes, I really meant what I said. I love Maxon for who he really is, not who he is to the world. Because at the end of the day, it’s just him and me, Maxon and America, not the two fives or the photographer and the singer or the blonde and the redhead. It’s just Maxon and America, who will love each other endlessly.”
Sorry, this is late for the Maxon Week 2k16. I’ve been super busy the past few days. Anyways, hope you like it:)